#nancy wheeler x sister!reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kaylawritesfics · 2 years

Note

anything on being nancy wheeler's sister and dating either steve or billy ?

Being a Wheeler and Dating Billy Hargrove

headcanons

summary: dating billy while being a wheeler kid

pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader (wheeler!reader)

WARNINGS: swearing, very brief mentions of sex, mentions of abuse

note: i wanted to do one of these for billy because i haven’t written anything for him yet so :)

You met Billy right after he moved to Hawkins. Obviously, he radiated bad vibes at first. He was rude, arrogant, and not someone you had any desire to spend any amount of time with.

Then, the two of you were partnered up for an English project, which meant spending a lot of time with Billy Hargrove.

Initially, you thought it would be up to you to do the entire project. Billy didn’t exactly seem like the kind of person who would contribute to partner work at all.

However, Billy was totally infatuated with you. He thought you were the prettiest girl in Hawkins, so he did what he does best. He tried to flirt with you. Obviously, his reputation preceded him, causing you to vehemently turn him down every time.

The last thing you were gonna do was become one of Billy Hargrove’s groupies. You were not the kind of girl who was just going to fall to his feet and beg him to take you in the backseat of his camaro. This only egged him on.

He loved the fact that you weren’t gonna give into him so easily. If he really wanted you, he had to work for it. You fully expected him to get bored and move onto another girl in a weeks time.

But he didn’t. Instead, he spent most of his free time at your house, working on a stupid poster board over the symbols in Romeo and Juliet, instead of partying or hooking up with other girls.

His behavior seemed to do a complete 180. He was no longer out drinking every night, instead he was doing homework and going to bed at a reasonable hour??

Your parents loved him, especially your mother. She would often come up to your room while the two of you were working, bringing snacks or art supplies for your poster board. Billy would occasionally shoot her a flirty smile or make some kind of weird comment, which earned him a glare and a “Don’t flirt with my mom!”

Over time, you grew pretty fond of Billy. You were even sad that the deadline for your project was coming up so soon. The two of you had finished it a week before, but Billy kept coming over with the excuse of “What if we need to fix something?”

He was weirdly sweet and polite. He made you laugh and teased you over your taste in music.

Billy likes to look through your things. Not in a weird or creepy kind of way, but more in a getting-to-know-you kind of way. He tries to be respectful, avoiding your underwear drawer and anything that could be deemed too personal for his eyes, no matter how badly he wants to take a peek.

Your sister, Nancy, didn’t trust him at all. She knew his typical behavior and immediately decided that his fake niceties were just a sick ploy to get into your pants.

Nancy’s words made you question your semi-friendship with Billy. You couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was true.

Your little brother, Mike, couldn’t stand the thought of you being around Billy. Mike had firsthand accounts of how vile he was, being friends with Billy’s stepsister, Max.

Mike often tried to talk you out of seeing Billy, but to no avail.

When the two of you presented your project, you made an A, which is the best grade Billy had received in a long time. He’s actually genuinely proud and grateful.

You continue inviting him around. He comes to plenty of family dinners, which can sometimes make for an awkward experience given the fact that both your siblings detest him.

He asks you out soon after and you accept, letting Nancy and Mike’s concerns fall to the back of your mind. You had no reason not to trust Billy’s intentions.

He remained super respectful on your first date, taking you to a small diner in town. He has you home by curfew, much to your parents appreciation.

While he still manages to uphold his reputation at school, he doesn’t focus on any other girls. He remains loyal to you, showing you off in the halls as often as he can.

He walks you to and from class, holding your hand and carrying your books for you if you need.

He recognizes that he has a good thing going for him and he refuses to let his assholery ruin it for him.

Your relationship is definitely the talk of the school. Billy Hargrove and Y/N Wheeler? There’s more gossip going around than there was when Steve and Nancy first got together.

He picks you up every morning and takes you home every afternoon. You form a pretty good relationship with Max because of this.

Billy would protect you with his life. If anybody said anything bad about you, they would have to face his wrath. He gets in multiple fights for you.

After a couple months, Billy is forced to come to you after a bad fight with his dad. He pecks on your window, effectively scaring the shit out of you. You gasp when you see the state he’s in, thinking he got into another fight with a boy at school. However, your confusion grows as you notice the tears pooling in his eyes as he climbs through the window and immediately pulls you into him.

He breaks down, telling you everything he’d been holding back for so long. He tells you about his mother, about his dad’s abuse, and everything else. You clean his wounds and hold him in your bed until the sun rises and he’s forced to head back home.

Cleaning his cuts and holding him until sunrise becomes a regular occurrence after this.

After a while, Nancy comes around to the idea of your relationship. She sees how different Billy is around you and she can see how happy you are. All she wants is for you to be happy, so she eventually gives you her approval.

Mike, however, never comes around. He hates Billy and nothing can change that. It doesn’t really bother you, though.

Billy loves seeing you in his clothes, especially his jacket. Sometimes he “accidentally” leaves it in your room just so you’ll wear it the next day.

He likes sitting with you while you read or do homework. He appreciates the fact that the two of you don’t even have to talk to have a good time. He likes just being near you.

He just loves seeing you and spending time with you.

6K notes · View notes

skyfallslayer · 4 months

Text

The Black & White Lie || Masterlist

-Modern Day!Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader-

Main Masterlist

🦋Summary: Country girl Y/N Wheeler has spent most of her life on a farm in Hawkins, Indiana, and, when she goes away to college in Los Angeles, she immediately feels out of place in the daunting urban setting. She is befriended by a savvy party animal named Eddie Munson, who convinces the ambivalent girl to stay in the city. When Thanksgiving break rolls around, Y/N, no longer an innocent farm girl, invites Eddie back to Hawkins, where he pretends to be her fiancé.

🦋Pairings: Slow burn! Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader; (Past) Jason Carver x Reader; Platonic! Jonathan Byers x Reader; Jonathan x Nancy

🦋Rating: Teen-Mature

🦋Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter (will contain 18+ content later on).

🦋Word Count: 3,248 (As of now)

🦋Start Date: 2/18/24

🦋 End Date: N/A

🦋 A/N: If you recognized the summary, this is actually inspired by the movie 'Son-In-Law'. When I watched for the first time the other day, for some reason the love interest reminded me of Eddie a lot and- *Ding*Ding*! Lightbulb moment! And then before you know it, every idea came flooding in and then this was born. Hopefully it turns out like it did in my head. Lol. Enjoy!

|| INDEX ||

Chapter 1: The Graduation

Chapter 2: The Discomfort (Coming Soon)

Chapter 3: The Change (Coming Soon)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x wheeler!reader #nancy wheeler x sister!reader #mike wheeler x sister!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #my fanfic writing #skyfallwrites

40 notes · View notes

unholyhelbig · 6 months

Text

Requests are Currently: CLOSED

[When they are open, you can request here. You can also click here if you just want to chat, or have any questions]

Marvel:

Kate Bishop x Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Daisy Johnson x Reader

Wandanat x Reader

Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Stranger Things:

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Pitch Perfect:

Beca Mitchell x Chloe Beale

Emily Junk x Aubrey Posen

Pitch Perfect Horror Week

Warrior Nun:

Ava Silva x Sister Beatrice

Request Rules:

DO NOT INTERACT with my work if you are not 18+. While most of the stuff that I write isn't NSFW, there are violent themes and I will block you if this rule is broken.

There are a lot of prompts in my inbox, and while I try to get them done in a timely matter, I do have a lot going on most times, so I will post when I post.

While I try to keep my fanfiction gender neutral, some of it will be directed towards she/her or she/they pronouns as that is how I identify and it's hard to break that habit. Mostly gender neutral though!

There are a few things I won't write (Trigger warning for these): Pregnancy, Self-harm, Suicide, or anything underage.

I prefer requests that have a little bit of wiggle room. Sometimes it's hard to conceptualize a longer plot and include everything. I'm not talking about one word prompts here, but I'd like it to be less than a paragraph if possible.

151 notes · View notes

swiftieblyth · 1 month

Text

Y/N Hopper: Prologue

warnings- Stranger Things, Papa, Hawkins Lap, King!Steve, Hopper, dead sister, divorced parents, grieving, loss, powers

Let me know if I'm missing anything, I'm drawing a blank:(

Word count- 682

_________ST____________

1972

“Hey!” A six year old girl called, walking into her friend's backyard.

“Y/N/N-bear? What are you doing?” A six year old boy asked, sitting with his feet in the pool.

“Are your parents home?” The girl asked, sitting down next to him.

“No. You wanna hang out?”

“Steve, I gotta tell you something.”

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“I’m moving.”

“What? To where?”

“New York City.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. My dad says it will be good for us. But he said he would help me write to you.”

“So we can still be best friends?”

“Always.” The girl smiled, splashing him with water.

_________ST____________

1978

“It’s troll’s favorite food!” A big man yelled, running after a seven year old girl with two small pigtails, as a lady and the now twelve year old girl. “Princess!”

“No, Daddy!” The girl yelled, laughing. “No, Daddy!”

“Roasted princess,” the man called, as he lifted her up into the air. “With paprika and gravy!”

“No! No, Daddy. No, Daddy.”

The little girl stopped laughing and started breathing heavily. The family crowded around, worried. “Whoa, hey!” The man let out. “Hey. You alright?”

“Mom, what’s going on?” The twelve year old asked, grabbing her mothers hand.

“I don’t know Y/N.”

“Jim, what’s going on?” The lady asked. “What happening? What happened?”

“I don’t know.” The man responded. “I don’t know.” The man put her down as she started looking around. “Hey, you alright? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, relax. Honey, honey. Honey, just breath. Breathe, breathe, breathe. In and out. Slow, slow, slow. In and out with me. In…and out.”

“I asked Mrs. Spencer what made the red and she said she didn’t know.” The man read, reading a book to his family, laying next to his youngest daughter in a hospital bed. “And for pity’s sake not to ask her any more questions. She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose I had, too, but how are you gonna find things out if you don’t ask questions? And what does make roads red? ‘Well, I don’t know,’ said Matthew. It just makes me feel glad to be alive…it’s such an interesting world.”

“No!” A girl cried, grabbing a big man’s hand. “I wanna go with you!”

“Y/N/N, what about your mom?” The man asked, getting on his knees to be eye level with the twelve year old girl. “She can’t lose another kid.”

“No! I wanna go with you! She doesn’t care, she only cares about her new boyfriend that doesn’t remind her of Sara!”

“Hey, don’t say that.” The man said, wiping a tear from the girl's face.

“Daddy please? I wanna go with you! I wanna go back to Hawkins! I wanna see Steve again!”

“I know. I know.”

“Please, don’t make me stay with her! Don’t make me stay with him!”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

_________ST____________

The girl pounded on the door to a house as a twelve year old boy opened the door.

“Steve?” The girl asked, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N/N-bear?”

“Steve,” the girl let out, hugging him tight. “I missed you so much!”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Steve asked, pulling away to see tears in her eyes and on her face.

“Steve, my dad and I moved back. Sara died, and uh… my parents got a divorce. I was able to come back with him. He’s at work now, but I just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Y/N/N, I’m home!” The man in his police chief uniform called walking into his house one night. “Y/N? Y/N, where are you?” He asked, looking around, looking for his daughter.

“And she’s not with you?” The man asked on the phone the next day.

“No. Why would she be with me? Are you sure she didn’t just spend the night at a friends?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I went home last and she wasn’t there. There was no sign of her, no note, no nothing! It’s not like her to just run away like that.”

29 notes · View notes

animalistic0 · 2 years

Text

Your Voice

Steve Harrington x ReaderHenderson + little brother Dustin

Original made up quote that inspired this “It’s your voice. It’s music to my ears. It’s my favorite music.”

Plot: Reader is cursed and it’s up to Dustin and Steve to save them. (Also the song that is used, I created)

Gn reader (if any mistakes are spotted let me know please!)

Warnings: mild Suicidal Thoughts, death, trauma, Season Four Stranger Things, think that’s all, pure fluff at the end

It’s been edited and more has been added! Reader and Steve have an adorable moment at the end 💖

Word Count: 3.1k+

It had been eight months. Eight long grueling exhausting mouths. Eight months ago the mysterious fire at Starcourt occurred, but you knew the truth. Hell you were there and so was your best friend Cecilia. While you had lived she had died. It was a brutal and painful death but in her last moments she had let you know that it was worth it. That she didn’t regret saving you, your little brother, and all your friends. You weren’t the only one that had lost a loved one. Max had lost Billy, Eleven and Joyce had lost Hopper. Only three of you had the unfortunate experience of watching a loved one die.

The experience had brought Max and you closer. While you were a couple years older than her you both felt the survivors guilt of living while Billy and Cecilia had died. You both also stuck together at school, even though she was a freshman and you were a senior. It brought you both peace to have someone as deeply affected and shared trauma to lean on. While Max took to distancing from everyone but you, you had become more quiet, anxious and reserved. Only speaking to your little brother Dustin, his girlfriend Suzie, Lucas, Mike, Max, Nancy, Robin, and Steve. Granted Steve, Dustin, Suzie, and Max were the two that heard the most words out of you.

In fact if it wasn’t for your friends you would have given up. However you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave them, they needed you just as much as you needed them. Dustin was also your light and you had vowed when you first met and held him that you would always be there for him, that you would always protect and love him. With everything that had happened and continues to happen you couldn’t leave him and you wouldn’t, unless you were protecting him like Cecilia had done for you.

While Dustin and his friends were little siblings to you, Nancy and Robin were your friends, your best friends besides Cecilia who even in death was still you bestest friend who you spoke to like she was still present. Nancy had been your friend from childhood, you had met her after Cecilia but you both became close especially since your brothers had become best friends. Cecilia was indifferent towards Nancy just as Barb was indifferent to you. Only you and Nancy had liked hanging out and usually would when Dustin and his party hung out. As for Robin you met her and bonded with her when you would come to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy. You both had bonded exceptionally well, and Cecilia liked hanging out with Robin. In fact you would carpool Cecilia, Dustin and his party if they wanted the ride, to the mall where y’all would split up after that. Mostly Cecilia and you would hangout at Scoops Ahoy and have a great time with Steve and Robin until they got off.

Steve Harrington was both your friend and boyfriend. You had always had a little crush on him, but when he was with Nancy you were happy for them both and respected them. You weren’t gonna wreck a relationship just because you wanted the guy or girl. Plus you were friends with Nancy and she was genuinely happy for the first part. It was after she had lost her best friend Barb their relationship went downhill. You had been there for both of them, had given them advice and reassured them both about the situation. You had seen Nancy move on and grew more in love with Steve. Especially when he fought Billy, and even more so when he helped Dustin and gave him advice. Your heart had soared and you saw the king Harrington in a new and brighter light.

It was the death of Cecilia that had taken apart of your soul. Even with your family and loved ones you couldn’t help the empty feeling that suffocated and ate away at you. It had been your fault. If Cecilia knew what she was walking into, if she knew all the stuff you did and not just the half rushed thrown together summary maybe she would have lived. She had died protecting you from being impaled by the Mind Flare. You had helplessly watched as your friend Cecilia, had taken the blow meant for you. You had held her as she died, and she had asked and pleaded with her final breathes for you to live, thrive, and tell her about all your adventures when you both met again.

It was because of her death, and the guilt that suffocated you that Vecna was able to secure a hold over you. It was about two days after Max had started having nightmares and nosebleeds that you were plagued by them. Dustin being the only one to help you get a decent amount of sleep or Steve if you had stayed over at his place or he yours. When your friends had put together the symptoms of being affected by Vecna, you and Max knew y’all were screwed. You both had to reluctantly come to terms with the idea. Yes you had wanted to die, but you also wanted to live. You needed to live, for your friends, for Dustin, for Steve, for Cecilia, and for yourself. But everyone so far that had been cursed didn’t survive. So Max and yourself took precautions and wrote letters to everyone you loved and cared for.

However hope had struck when Nancy and Robin figured out music could bring a victim back to reality and loosen the hold on Vecna. Max was the one who the theory was tested on, simply due to the fact she was afflicted earlier than yourself. Luckily Lucas and yourself had known her favorite song and were able to help her. The mind rendering terror in the moments that you had to wait to see if it worked had seemed to make you age fifty years. Luckily she had survived and no one could have been happier, but the waiting game started again, when would Vecna come for you?

They had all asked you what your favorite song was but you simply didn’t know. You had too many but at the same time you didn’t have any. This had caused a panic and everyone, mostly Dustin, had been forcing you to listen to songs around the clock. It was both annoying and wholesome. You knew they cared but they were over doing it. Even as going as far to create shifts so someone was always watching you and Max. Mostly the boys failed their watches especially at night but no one could be mad. It was tiresome and incredibly frustrating and heart wrenching.

You were cursed. Not just by Vecna but by some higher power because when Vecna had come for you it had been a terrible time, almost like he knew it. Vecna had metaphorically wrapped his tentacles around you entrapping you in a hallucination of the upside down and his home.

Steve had led the group to Skull Rock after Dustin and his compass failed to due the job. It was there that the group rekindled while Dustin and you spoke. Collectively you both had come to the conclusion that the compass was leading towards another gate and it was Dustin that had decided to announce this to the group.

However, as you went to celebrate this small win with your friends the surrounding familiar area disappeared and you were back in Starcourt. Not just any Starcourt the upside down version of the mall. Your breathing hitched in paralyzing fear as you frantically swirled around. Your hazel eyes blown wide as your hands began to shake. Anywhere but here you begged and pleaded inside you mind.

“You can’t run away from this. It’s your fault.” It was when the dark guttural voice spoke taunting you that a shattered sob had left your trembling lips. Your head shaking as implausible pleas left your lips. It was when Cecilia’s decomposed slimy body appeared out of no where when a sob had racked through your body sending you tumbling against the fountain wall. Your hands weakly placed in front of you as you pleaded for her to go away, as you pleaded for none of this to be real even if it felt so bone shattering real.

Max was the first to notice your perturbation and was quick to alert the others. Her voice held a desperate tone as she alerted everyone. Dustin was the first to make it to your side with Max, who was then followed by Steve and everyone else. Dustin was quick to put his hands on your shoulders and gently call to you. Only to inhale sharply as his siblings once bright hazel eyes were gone and replaced by the whites of your eyes. Dustin looked towards Steve almost immediately and begged the older male to help his sibling.

Dustin adored and looked up to you. He thought you were the coolest and most badass person there was. Of course he had seen you at your lowest a few times but you were always there for him and his party. You would always play D&D with the party whenever they needed an extra person, and you didn’t just play, you brought life into whatever role you were given. You would also bake snacks and bring them to the party when they had long campaigns. You would drive him and his friends around, no questions asked. You had helped Steve fight Billy that night he came for Max. You had been through all the upside down stuff with him and always listened to his ideas. He felt heard and seen with you, he felt safe and loved, and most importantly he felt like a kid when you were near. Dustin wouldn’t be able to make it without you. Out of everyone you were the first to always believe in him, to always listen and be there for him. You were the first person to believe in Suzie without even having talked to the young girl. While his friends doubted him, you believed him with your whole heart. And now, Dustin had to believe with his whole heart that you would come back to him.

Steve had ultimately lost his cool and panicked. The person who he loved, who he adored and cared for was currently being cursed by a being that none of them could see or stop at the moment. Out of everything you both had been through Steve felt truly weak and worried. There was no physical being he could beat up or fight, in fact there was nothing he could really do. You had to fight, and you had to face Vecna alone. While he just stood doing nothing. His heart clenched when Dustin had looked at him with wide eyes and a defeated and broken look.

Without thinking he began to speak to you, hoping his voice would reach you. It was when you had started to levitate that Steve knew just talking wasn’t enough and so he looked at Dustin before looking back at you. Even though his voice was scratchy and rough with anxiety and terror he hoped the song Dustin, you, and himself created would reach and bring you back to them.

It was the first glance. The glance I knew that I had fallen in love with you.

It was like a whisper. In your panicked state and with Vecna taunting you it was hard to hear. But you knew the words that you were able to pinpoint. It was the song Dustin, Steve and you had created one night a few months back during a date night that Dustin had so proudly crashed. A weak but hopeful smile grew on your lips.

It was the first time I held you. The hold tethering me to earth.

Dustin had quickly picked up on what Steve was doing and wasted no time in joining his brother figure. If music is what saved someone from the curse then this song that you had created with Steve and himself had to save you. Tears prickled his eyes as your body seemed to hover above them. Dustin wiped them away as Lucas and Max laid there hands on his shoulders. They didn’t know the words but they were there for their friends. In fact Max even started humming a melody which Lucas quickly joined in humming. Robin had moved towards Steve and interwove their hands as she also picked up humming. Nancy and Eddie also joined in, both of them panicked, as Eddie’s mind flooded with flashbacks of Chrissy but he did his best to hold it together.

It was your voice. The voice that gave me hope.

By the third verse you were able to hear both Steve and your little brother along with soft humming. Your friends were trying to get you back. They were doing the best they could to make the fight between Vecna and yourself easier. Closing your eyes you focused on Dustin’s and Steve’s voices while you put on a brave front.

Oh darling you are my light, my sun to the moon. The ocean to my sand. The rain to my clouds. And the lightning to my thunder.

The deep voice spoke as Cecilia disintegrated and their voices got louder. “They can’t save you. And you can’t save yourself isn’t that why your in this predicament?” Vecna was right but he was also incredibly wrong. Your friends couldn’t physically save you but they could offer you the tool that would help save you. Eight months ago you hadn’t been able to save yourself but people change and you were going to save yourself this time. Vecna was going to fail because he had underestimated you and that was to be his downfall.

If I could glance into your eyes for the rest of eternity than my dove I’d be set for life.

At the entrance of the upside down mall you were able to see yourself levitating and your friends and family surrounding you trying to bring you back. It was Dustin’s and Steve’s face that both broke and built you up. Turning to face Vecna you glared at him before joining your family in singing. Your eyes cold with hate and disgust for the being before you.

If I could hold you forever in my arms. Then my dove I’d be set forever.

A flinch rang through you as Vecna laughed. “You won’t be escaping me today and if you do next time I won’t be merciful. You’ll watch all the ones you love die a painful death before you die.” You halted and froze but as their voices reached and surround you it was like a shield had formed around you. A glare settled onto your face as you stared at the being. “I will kill you. I will watch you die and feel nothing but joy as myself and friends will be free from your torture.” With those swift, cold, calculating, but honest words you turned and ran.

I need you like a human needs air, like fire needs oxygen, like a pool needs water.

As you turned and booked it to the entrance of Starcourt it seemed like it was much farther away than it truly was. As you ran you focused on Dustin and Steve’s faces. Memories clouding your mind and only making your motivation stronger to get back to them.

Memories of dressing up for Dustin and his party for a D&D campaign. Dressing up and going trick or treating with them. Making them lunch, dinner, and snacks for overly long campaigns. Memories of Dustin and yourself playing board games, of laughing at breakfast until the drinks you both were drinking came spewing out of your noses. Staying up late reading comics together. Memories of Lucas and yourself doing target practice with the slingshot, baking a forgive me cake for Max, laughing together at a joke Dustin had said. Memories of Max and yourself venting to one another, crying and laughing about life, Max teaching you how to skateboard, doing each other’s hair.

You are my raft. My air. My hopes and dreams. You are my best friend.

You had blinked tears filling your eyes as you were thrown to the side as a piece of debris had landed next to you. Glancing behind you Vecna stared you down. On pure adrenaline and hope of seeing your family and friends again you pushed yourself up and started running again. Dodging debris as more memories began driving you even harder.

Memories of Nancy and yourself spying on the boys, of reading to one another, of doing each other’s hair, of sleepovers, and cooking meals for the boys. Memories of Robin and yourself eating ice cream, laughing at Steve, of Robin coming out to you and you to her, of watching corny movies together. Memories of Steve and yourself watching movies, babysitting the kids, watching Steve and Dustin, cuddles and kisses, driving around town, swimming in lovers lake, having a picnic at Skull Rock, falling asleep together, fighting Billy together, protecting the kids together. It make your heart swell reliving your favorite memories, and it only pushed you harder.

And my dove I need you more than ever. Please heed my words and treasure them. For I love you. Yes I love you.

Your hazel eyes widen as your hand reached out and touched the seemingly fabric tear of reality. Your hand had effortlessly went through and was followed by a bright golden light. The last words of the song filled your ears like the boys were feet away from you, and they were. As quickly as you had open you eyes you shut them with a gasp falling to the ground. You landed in a heap to exhausted to pick yourself up. You had began to hyperventilate because of the overwhelming emotions. Steve and Dustin were quick to grab you and hold you close. Both speaking to you. Dustin in an worried and anxious tone while Steve’s was a calm and soothing tone.

You had instinctively reach out and gripped their arms wanting to anchor yourself to this world. As Dustin’s words of confusion but excitement reached your ears, “How did that work? I mean I hoped it would work but-“ A breathless laugh left you as you caressed his face speaking softly and breathlessly, “It’s yours and Steve’s voice. It’s music to my ears. It’s my favorite music.”

Dustin gave a toothy smile feeling proud of himself, as much as his sibling was his anchor he was theirs too. Leaning back on his knees he stared happily at Steve and his sibling and the love that flowed between them.

Steve pulled you into a tight embrace as he buried his head in your neck breathing in your scent and feeling the rise and fall of you chest. The sound of your breath never offering him more peace than in that moment. Pulling back he caressed your cheek with so much love. “I thought I was gonna lose you. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

You smiled gently at him, as you held his cheeks. Before pulling him into a soft and tender kiss. “Next time Vecna curses me, I’ll make sure to tell him he can’t keep me because my boyfriend doesn’t support it.” A light smile graced your lips as a smile fought its way on Steve’s beautiful face. “You’re crazy y/n. My type of crazy.” You both leaned your foreheads against one another and went in for another kiss of pure bliss.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x sister!reader #dustin henderson x reader #steve and dustin #stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #st4 #dustin henderson platonic imagine #max mayfield #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin stranger things #lucas sinclair

697 notes · View notes

bitchin-and-bustin · 2 years

Text

Girlfriend and Boyfriend

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Harrington!Reader

Genre; fluff

Summary; tutoring at your former high school has you running into the stranger who drove you home a week ago

Warnings; fluff, mentions of sex, slight age gap, teenage boys being dicks, smoking,

PART ONE | PART TWO

You had never really been one for sappy relationships. So that's why you mostly ignored you brother and his girlfriend talking in the front seats of the car.

You wouldn't have had to be there at all if your former algebra teacher hadn't requested you tutor a few students. Considering the fact that you had already graduated high school, you weren't thrilled with the idea of coming back, but upon being told you would be paid, you had a change of heart.

Still, you had been tutoring at Hawkins High School for two weeks, and it got more dreadful each day.

At least you were getting paid.

Third period was typically the class that you would meet up with the students you tutored, and you would sit in the library or the cafeteria, and would attempt to help them with their studies, while forcing herself not to pull your hair out in frusteration.

But with your car having broken down the week prior - and still nonworking - you had no choice but to hitch a ride with your younger brother, who was a senior at Hawkins High, and keep yourself locked up in his car until third period.

Steve Harrington was quite different from his older sister, from his personality to his taste in music. The only thing you two really had in common was your godlike hair and your charming smiles.

One thing that truly separated Steve from you was his girlfriend.

Nancy Wheeler was a little too perfect in your opinion. She had perfect grades, a perfect house, a perfect family, and perfect looks. If you were honest, you didn't think that Nancy was Steve's type. But, he claimed to be in love with her, so you didn't bring it up.

You did think they were cute together, though.

"Do you think I should start from scratch?" You heard Steve say from the front of the car where he and Nancy were going over his college application essay.

"No, I mean..." Nancy trailed off, staring at the paper before looking up at Steve. "When's the deadline?"

" 'S tomorrow for early application." He said quietly. "I mean, can you come help me tonight?"

"No, we have our dinner tonight, remember?" Nancy reminded him.

Steve groaned. "Oh, my God." He sighed, leaning back against the headrest of his seat.

"We already canceled last week." Nancy sighed as well. "Look, you don't have to go, just work on this."

"No, no, no." Steve mumbled, before snatching the paper back from Nancy and crumpling it up frusteratedly. "What's the point?"

"Hey, calm down-"

"I'm calm, I'm calm. I'm just being honest, you know? I mean..." Steve trailed off a moment. "I'm just gonna end up working for my dad anyways."

"That's not true." Nancy tried to assure him.

"I don't know, Nance, is that such a bad thing?" Steve started. "There's insurance, and benefits, and all that adult stuff. And if I took it, you know, I could be around for your senior year."

"Steve..." Nancy smiled slightly.

"Just look after you a little bit, make sure you don't forget this pretty face." Steve said. Nancy, smiling, looked away for a moment. "Nance, I'm serious."

Nancy turned back to him. Steve leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips. In the backseat, you sighed loudly.

"I'm still here, Steve." You said to your brother. "And as sweet as this is, it's making me sick. Please, for your dear old sister's sake, take this lovebird moment somewhere else."

Steve glared back at you. "Yeah, I hear you. Pissy pants."

You were about to insult Steve back, but the sound of a loud car engine revving outside caused you all to turn towards the windows and furrow your eyebrows.

Curiosity got the better of you and you opened the door to stand up outside and see where the commotion was coming from. Steve and Nancy followed your actions, and the three of you leaned against your respective car doors with narrowed eyes as you watched a new car peel into the parking lot.

Your eyes furrowed further as you saw that this car was a blue Camaro - a very familiar blue Camaro. For your own reasons, you silently hoped it wasn't who you thought it was.

Unfortunately, your suspicions were confirmed when you saw a tall boy step out, with long, sandy hair that was almost an overgrown mullet, and the strange yet alluring combination of denim on denim. Seeing him in the sunlight now, you took your thoughts from that night a week ago back: Billy Hargorve made denim on denim a good look. Your eyebrows raised a considerable amount.

From the passenger's side of Billy's Camaro emerged a smaller person, who was a girl with fiery red hair and freckles. She clasped a skateboard in one hand and held her backpack strap with the other. She was considerably younger, perhaps middle school age, and you assumed she was Billy's sister.

"Rock You Like a Hurricane" was playing from the Camaro again, and whether or not it was a coincidence, it gave you a strange sense of deja vu.

The red headed girl threw her skateboard down and stepped on it, immediately skating away in the direction of the middle school, which was a few buildings over. You watched intensely - unintentionally - as Billy's head turned to follow the red head's leaving form, before he took a glance around the parking lot.

You thought you might as well have had a stroke when you noticed Billy's eyes linger on you longer than they did anything else. Though you didn't do anything to convey your thoughts, they were practically screaming at you inside your head. And you could have sworn you saw Billy's lips curve into the slightest smirk before he put his cigarette back to his mouth and slammed his car door shut, and walked away.

You couldn't help but stare at him as he strutted off - mostly because his pants were tight and his ass was nice.

You were so caught up in watching the new kid that you barely noticed two people approach Steve's car.

"You guys have any clue who that is?" Said the voice of Tommy H - Steve's former best friend since sixth grade. You turned to see that he and his girlfriend Carol had come up beside Steve, and were also watching Billy disappear behind a row of cars. As usual, Steve looked irritated at their presence.

"I don't know, but he's fine as hell." Carol murmured.

"Normally, I'd disagree, but yeah, you're not wrong." Said Tommy. "Better ass than me."

You cleared your throat slightly, drawing the attention to you. "Um...I might know him." You said.

Steve raised an eyebrow. "How? I've never seen him in my life."

" 'Member when I told you some creeps were getting at me the other night?" You asked, and Steve nodded. You nodded your chin towards where Billy had disappeared. "Yeah, he showed up and got them off my backs. He's the one that drove me home that night."

"Do you know his name?" Nancy asked, looking at you.

You paused for a moment before you answered, deciding that in a small town like this, everyone would know the new kid in town by the end of the day.

"Billy." You told Nancy. "He's Billy Hargrove."

The rest of the day, you tried to rid your mind of thoughts about Billy Hargorve. But it was difficult. He was new, and alluring. Though you were sure that every girl in Hawkins High School had realized that already. They'd be lining up at his door just for sex. You would have sex with him if meant you got a ride in that sweet Camaro again.

You stared at said Camaro from the back of your brother's car. In fact, you rather glared at it. Your job as a tutor was going to start soon, so you sat moping in Steve's car miserably. Normally, you would have been reading a book to pass the time, but you were too busy thinking about the other night.

You sort of wished it hadn't happened. Finally, you glanced down at your watch, seeing that it was almost time to leave. You sighed to yourself, and started collecting the textbooks and notes you'd need for tutoring and shoved them into your bag.

When you stepped out of the car, you winced slightly and narrowed your eyes to shield them from the harsh afternoon sunlight. After being in the dark car for so long, the sun was almost blinding to you.

"Hey, girlie, watch it!"

Due to not being able to see much of anything, and the fact that you literally had you back turned, you didn't notice that there was two boys with a basketball running through the parking lot towards her. Before you could even attempt to move out of the way, one of the boys shot past you, and his shoulder slammed into your, causing you to gasp and stumble forward and drop your bag, its contents spilling out and onto the asphalt.

You looked up just in time to see the two boys scoffing and laughing and they dribbled their basketball and disappeared toward the school. You scowled and sighed.

Annoyed, you knelt down to your knees, and started collecting the papers and pens that had fallen out of your bag. As you grumbled under your breath about idiotic boys, you didn't notice that someone had approached you until a pair of shoes stood in front of your line of vision and you paused your movements.

"You have a knack for getting into trouble, don't you, girlfriend?"

You craned your head back to look up, eyebrows raising when you saw that Billy Hargrove was the one standing in front of you.

You cleared your throat and hesitantly looked back down at the papers she was holding. "And apparently, you have a knack for running into me when I do."

Billy dropped down so he was level with you, and you glanced up, seeing him grin. "Apparently I do."

You smiled and reached for a pen that had rolled across the floor, only to have Billy beat you to it and pick it up. You stared at him, and watched awkwardly as he started picking up the remaining pens. Then you gave him a wary smile as he held them out and you took them.

You found an excuse to turn away as you put away the rest of your pens. "What are you doing out of class, Billy?" You questioned.

"I have a free block third period." Billy told you, at which you made a face which said "you're smart enough to have a free block?"

Billy stood up and then held out his hand you, which you took hesitantly, and he pulled you to your feet. "What about you? What are you doing in school?" Billy asked you. "Thought you said you were too old for me?"

You grinned slightly and you pulled your bag further up your shoulder. "That's because I am. I graduated last year."

"That only makes us a year apart, girlfriend." Billy said with a smirk.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel your cheeks heat up. "You're quite the flirt, aren't you?" You started walking towards the school.

Billy followed, walking beside you. "Its my best attribute, girlfriend."

You gave him a look. "You're really putting emphasis on this, aren't you?" You said.

Billy shrugged slightly. "My offer still stands."

You tried to hide your smile. It was strange, you thought, how Billy Hargrove was taking an interest in you of all people, when he had a whole town full of girls already frothing at the mouth over him.

It was just that Harrington charm, you guessed.

"I'm tempted to accepct that offer." You told Billy. "But I barely know you."

"Then you'll get to know me," Billy said. ",when we go on a date."

You turned your head to look at him, eyebrows raised. "A date?" You questioned.

"Yeah." Billy said casually. "That diner with the cherry pie, downtown. I've heard its good."

"It is, but-"

"So, eight o'clock, this afternoon?"

You sighed and stopped walking. Billy paused too, and you both looked at each other. "My brother's in your grade." You started. "He's not gonna like this."

Billy smirked and leaned forward slightly. "Then screw your brother, Harrington."

You stared at Billy, leaning back to avoid close proximity with him. But you couldn't stop staring at his eyes, his beautiful, crystal blue eyes.

God, he was gorgeous.

So, you sighed again, and nodded. "Okay. It's a date."

Billy smiled in success. "Eight o'clock?"

You nodded. "Eight o'clock."

"Deal." Billy back up, and started walking back towards the school building, but still facing you. "See you tonight, girlfriend."

Then he turned around, and you were left to watch him disappear behind a row of parker cars.

You smiled to yourself, and felt a blush creep up on your face - just a bit to late. You rolled your eyes, still grinning giddily, and shook your head. "Boyfriend."

Please like if you enjoyed! Reblogs are appreciated!

-- bitchin n bustin <3

Taglist!

@dees-newest-obsession

#Stranger things #St #Stranger things x reader #Stranger things x you #Stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #Billy hargrove #Billy Hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove fic #steve harrington x sister!reader #Steve harrington #Nancy wheeler #Bitchin-and-bustin

335 notes · View notes

lg-123 · 2 years

Text

No Caller ID

Summary: For the first time in months, Steve doesn’t call. This makes Dustin step into brother mode.

masterlist

Dustin tried not to notice it, but it soon became a common occurrence. Every night at eight the phone would ring for y/n, his sister. At first, he was nosy, as every little brother is, but when he found out who it was, he was angry. His so-called best bro, the guy he looked up to was calling his sister every night. Y/n and Steve began dating soon after. Dustin was upset at first, he had every right to be. But when he saw how happy they were, he couldn’t help but love them together.

Dustin had noticed y/n on edge lightly on the ride home from school. He wanted to ask her what happened but that’s not something they did. Y/n had pushed her food around her plate, not eating any of it. Something had happened at school and Dustin questioned if Steve had anything to do with it. That night Dustin watched his sister sit by the phone. The clock struck eight and the phone didn’t go off.

“Maybe he’s calling.” Dustin heard y/n mumble, but 30 minutes went by and there was no call. Dustin always thought of his sister as a strong person, one who could handle anything. But watching her crumble in defeat and start to cry made him realize she was just like him. His mind started to brainstorm and soon he had radioed the boys and had a plan.

Y/n cried herself to sleep that night. She had a stupid fight with Steve at school, which resulted in him giving Nancy Wheeler a ride home. Y/n and Nancy were friends, and y/n knew how much she liked him. So of course, she wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. It hurt, y/n thought that everything was okay, that they were a perfect happy couple, but it turns out Steve was still a big player, and not what he seemed.

The next morning, Dustin had his plan set in motion. He had woken up early and attempted to make pancakes. Lucas had managed to get by and helped him set up everything. He had made his sister breakfast in bed. Will had brought his video store copy of Star Wars and Mike had brought his Dungeons and Dragons stuff. They opened y/n’s door to see she had just woken up. She smiled at the boys, happy to have a band of little brothers. That’s how the morning went, all five of them crammed into y/n’s queen bed, watching Star Wars and eating pancakes.

The phone had gone off several times, causing y/n to jump and look at the number. It was Steve’s number. On the 4th time he called Lucas grabbed the machine and hit a couple buttons.

“There, I turned on no caller id, now she won’t know it’s him calling.” Lucas told the boys. Sure-enough when the phone rang again, y/n couldn’t see the number and ignored it. At the end of the day the boys got there stuff together and prepared to leave. Mike came up to y/n and pulled her aside.

‘If it makes you feel any better, Steve left my sister in the dust and hasn’t called her since. When Dustin told me, I asked her if she was stupid.” He laughed out, which caused y/n to smile.

#dustin's older sister #dustin henderson #stranger things #reader x steve harrington #nancy wheeler #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers

267 notes · View notes

writerdream22 · 2 years

Text

requested by: @winterxisxcomingx , I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairings: Jonathan Byers x reader, Joyce Byers x reader, etc.

warnings: none, except for a few curse words

feedbacks are always appreciated!

You and Jonathan were kind of the weirdos of Hawkins High. The oldest of the Byers children spent most of his time on photography-related matters, while you loved writing and taking inspiration on whichever thing happened to be in your field of view.

The both of you weren't that sociable; however, you had managed to become friends while you were in elementary school and were inseparable ever since.

You had a couple other friends, of course, but Jonathan was your best friend. He knew everything about you, just like your brother or your mother did, and you knew everything about him.

After so many years of knowing one another Joyce considered you to be a children of hers as you often went over to the Byers house, and your mother did the same with Jonathan.

Once in a while you organised sleepovers, either after a tiring week of school or on the weekdays (if you didn't have any important tests to revise for). That time, it was Jonathan who invited you over to watch scary movies and bake something together; you loved cooking, so you accepted immediately.

School had been particularly tiring that day, so you needed a good rest. After your last class, you hopped on your best friend's car and drove to the Byers house. Afterwards, you put your things into Jonathan's room and walked to the kitchen; he followed soon after.

“What do you want to make today?”

“Uhm... what about a cheescake?”

“Yes! I love cheescakes! I'll bring some to Dustin tomorrow, he'll love it for sure!”

You immediately started gathering the ingredients, and soon enough you were preparing the dessert. You were too busy trying not to make a mess to notice that Jonathan wasn't helping you out like always.

“Hey, Jo, get your ass back in here! I need help, you know? Or else I'll eat this cake all by myself!”

“Oh, I'm sure you will, y/n”

“Are you mocking me now?”

“I would never”

“Hey, don't— are you taking photos of me?”

“Uhm... yes?”

“Well, let me strike a pose, or else I won't look good at all!”

With that, Jonathan burst out laughing as you started making the strangest poses.

While others found this passion of his a bit creepy, taking photos of people without them noticing, you found it sweet. He liked observing people, just like you did; it was just his was of expressing his curiosity that was different.

Not long after, Jonathan put his camera away and started actively helping you. Unfortunately, it took you double the time needed to make the cheescake because you laughed at everything and were distracted by even the smallest things.

Suddenly, the phone started ringing. It wasn't Jonathan who went to answer, though; strangely enough, you picked up.

“Hi, this is the Henderson residence, how may I— no wait, this is the Byers residence. How may I help?”

“Y/n, it's me”

“Oh! Joyce, is everything ok?”

“Yes, yes. I just wanted to ley you know that I won't be home this evening. Bob Newby asked me to try this new restaurant and— I think I'll go”

“Well that's great! Do I need to pick Will up from Mike's?”

“Oh no, I'm going to take care of that. I'll be home by 10.30, ok? There's some leftovers in the fridge if you want anything to eat”

“Okay. I'll see you soon then— and good luck on your date!”

“Thank you, y/n. Say hi to Jonathan for me”

“I will!”

While you conversed with Joyce, you watched Jonathan. He was carefully mixing the last of the needed ingredients, and when you hung up he turned around; and he did notice you were observing him, but he didn't mind.

“All right. I think the cheescake is finished. Just need to put it in the fridge and we're done”

“Great. What do we do now?”

“We could watch a movie or two, just like we said”

You chose to watch Motel Hell and The Funhouse, which you'd watched plenty of times already, and Jonathan also made some popcorn just to have a snack.

Even though sleep was threatening to take over, you tried to stay awake and enjoy the time with your best friend.

“You're tired, uh?”

“Not at all”

“Your yawning says otherwise”

“I just never sleep that well, you know? And I'm exhausted at the end of the week”

“I understand... Well, we can go to sleep right know if you want to.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you, Jo. You're the best”

“I know y/n”

He was just like that with you. Sarcastic, funny and witty. You were grateful that he felt comfortable enough to show this side of his.

You fell asleep almost immediately on Jonathan's bed; you always thought that the mattress was extremely soft, and that the bedsheets smelled amazing. You didn't know the exact reason why,but you felt at ease sleeping there.

You expected Jonathan to come in at one moment or another, but he didn't. Instead, you were woken up by a knock on the door.

“Come in”

“Oh, hey sleeping beauty”

“Hello prince charming”

“You slept quite a while, you know? It's almost 9.30pm .I didn't want to wake you up, but I made something to eat”

“What is it?”

“It's pasta. With tomato sauce and basil. Just how you like it”

“Thank you, Jo! I'll get up, I just— I have to brush my hair. It looks like I fought with a stray cat”

“Your hair is beautiful, y/n. Now eat, then we can taste that amazing cheescake”

The pasta was absolutely delicious, and so was the cheescake. Nonetheless, you thought the Graham cracker crust needed some more butter; it felt too dry.

After you ate everything you and Jonathan sat on the couch again and started watching The Funhouse, your second movie of the day. You found it to be quite scary, hence the fact that you held your hands on your face for most of the time. Jonathan, on the other hand, held his left arm around your shoulders while his right arm held yet another bowl of freshly made popcorn.

“Why can't we watch something else? I mean, why does it always have to be horror movies?”

“Oh, shush! Horror movies are the best!”

When Joyce and Will got back, they found out that the two of you had fallen asleep; Jonathan was sitting normally, while you had unconsciously put your head on his chest.

“Does this mean they're together, mom?”

“I don't know, honey”

You suddenly woke up in the middle of the night; after checking the clock on the wall, along with your wristwatch, you noted that it was 4am. You weren't that used to falling asleep before midnight, and you figured out that that was the reason why you had woken up so early.

Almost immediately you acknowledged the position you were in; practically holding your best friend like he was your favourite stuffed toy. It wasn't the first time you'd fallen asleep like that, but this time it felt different. It strangely felt more intimate. Needless to say, you were surprised and your heartbeat quickened.

You tried countless times to fall asleep, but you just couldn't. Your mind was flooded by thoughts regarding Jonathan and the relationship between the two of you. Was it just friendship or was there something more brewing? You really didn't know.

187 notes · View notes

nataliebuckleyromanoffharrington · 2 years

Text

Treat you better

→ Pairs: Eleven x sister!reader, Max Mayfield x f!reader, Robin Buckley x f!reader, Erica Sinclair x f!reader, Nancy Wheeler x f!reader, Mike Wheeler x f!reader, Will Byers x adopted sister!reader, Dustin Henderson x f!reader, Lucas Sinclair x f!reader, Steve Harrington x f!reader, Argyle x f!reader, Jonathan Byers x f!reader, Eddie Munson x f!reader.

→ Summary: Who will you pick?

→ Warning/s: minor mentions of dying, minor mentions of the Demogorgon, a few swear words.

→ Universe: Stranger Things

→ Setting: A day after you and Eleven close the gate

→ Age: 20

→ Genre: [A/F]

→ Note: You and Eleven are blood sisters, Joyce Byers adopted you and Eleven 2 years ago, making you two sisters with Will and Jonathan Byers and daughters of Joyce Byers. You two have the same powers, same past and trauma.Pretend that Robin and Max were there in Season 1. Yes, you are 20 and Eleven's 15. This short story contains lyrics from Treat you better by Shawn Mendes

→ Reminder: You DO NOT have permission to plagiarize, repost and claim the story are yours. Reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated by me :)

→ y'all are going to have to guess who y/n likes more;)

Masterlist(women) • Taglist • Masterlist(men)

Y/N's POV:

Me and my sister are currently in Mike's basement with our friends - Nancy, Robin, Dustin, Max, Erica, Will, Lucas, Argyle, Steve and Mike, El's boyfriend. It isn't so bad here, it's actually quite nice. It's my first time here, I was staying with Joyce Byers before me and my sister were on a run since papa showed up. And finally, we're together again. Joyce adopted me and Eleven a week after Eleven and I met again.

She's number 11 and I'm number ten. We recently found out about our mother a week ago, before everything went downhill. First, we found out that a gate to the Upside down was opened. Last but not the least, papa showed up which is a bad sign. Turns out my name is actually Y/N and Eleven is Jane.

"You could've died in there! You could've been taken by that thing!" Steve argued back to me. I don't know why he didn't want me to go.

"Well, I didn't, Steve. Why didn't you want me to go? Did you want my sister to do it alone?! Did you want her to die?!" I raised my voice angrily. If he wants my sister to die, I'll die with her - or he could die first before my sister.

"No! I don't! I don't want you to go because I love you and I can't lose you!"

Everyone gasped at Steve's response. Oh. my. God. He likes me!? Steve 'the hair' Harrington likes me?! The playboy, Heartthrob Steve likes me?! That's why?! Even I was taken back at his sudden confession. He froze at his spot when he realized what he had just said.

"Holy Shit. You like y/n! I knew it!" Lucas broke the silence between all of us, he began chanting, "Steve likes y/n" with Dustin, Max and El.

He groans out of embarrassment "It's not like that, okay?"

"El and I win Dustin" Max said to the kid while doing the 'give me' hand gesture. Did they just do bet on us? Dustin groaned loudly and gave Max and El their prize.

"You did a betted on us?" I asked, I received a nod from the four kids "Oh my God. Why?"

"We always sense some sexual tension when you two lock eyes every time. It's like you are talking with each other with your minds. So we thought that you two like each other, so, we made a bet. El and Max went for you two having a crush on each other and and I went for you two only having either one of you likes the other" Dustin explained to us

"Telepathy" El added

"For how much?" Steve asked

"A hundred bucks" Max blurted out

"A hundred bucks?!" Steve and I exclaimed in synch, we share a surprised look before looking back at the four kids.

"Yeah, two teams. Each person on that team gets 50 bucks" Dustin explained to us

"Wait! Are we just going to ignore the fact that y/n didn't say anything after Steve's confession?" Mike interrupted us. Right. I didn't.

"Do you like Steve back?" Nancy asked me straight away

I turn to Steve "Can I talk to you, " I glance at the kids then looked back at him "Alone?"

"Y.. yeah, s... sure" He stuttered with scratching the back of his neck, the two of us went out of the house to talk alone. Without any kids. But I'm pretty sure that at least one of them followed us out, those snoops . "What did you, uh, want to talk about?"

"About what you said. Is it true? Because I don't want to be the only one who believes that it's not true" I answered

No one's POV:

Whilst y/n and Steve are talking outside, the kids in the basement were betting once again.

"I'll go with y/n doesn't feel the same way" Lucas betted first

"Same" Max, El, Nancy, Dustin and Robin all teamed with Lucas.

"I'll go with y/n feeling the same way" Mike declared, confident with his answer

"I'm with Mike" Will, Jonathan, Eddie and Argyle teamed with Mike

"Wait, you're all seriously betting over y/n/n and Steve?" Erica interrupted the betting

"As you heard, yes we are. Whose team are you on?" Nancy asked the kid

"I'll choose but it depends on how much the winner wins" Erica sassed

Honestly, Robin was hurt when she found out that Steve likes y/n because she has taken a liking to the y/h/c woman ever since they met. No one actually knows who y/n really likes, that's why they betted in the first place. Robin and y/n are very close friends, both women work together at Scoops Ahoy with Steve. The mall has been in Hawkins for a year now, and ever since it was built, many stores in the downtown have lost its customers, including the local video rental store.

Where you and Robin first met, you were looking for a job there and you saw that the local video rental store, known now as Family Video, was hiring so you applied, there you met Robin and the rest in history.

"20 bucks," Lucas answered "Each person on the winner team gets 20 bucks"

"25" Erica opposed the deal

"20" Lucas argued

"25 or I'm not picking"

"Fine. 25 bucks for each person on the winner team" Lucas gave up

"Then I'll go with y/n feels the same way" Erica chose a team.

At that exact moment, when the other team was about to argue Steve and y/n came walking down the stairs. As y/n steps on the floor, she took Robin's hand and dragged the woman beside her. Steve had a miserable expression on his face.

"Steve. Robin. Would you two like to share what you two are feeling about me so I could decide, please?" Y/N requested. Only Nancy knows about Robin's feelings for y/n, and only Jonathan knows about Steve's feelings for y/n which is now revealed to the kids.

Everyone looked quizzically at y/n, confused about what she's talking about.

"Then I'm not picking" she sighed, walking limply to the couch and plopped on it while everyone still had their eyes on her. "What? You're wondering why I know, am I right?"

Robin and Steve nodded, as well as the others. That made y/n sigh again and stood up, with her hands holding each other behind her as she walks towards the people she says, "Well, Robin, itall started when.."

What happend, this is in y/n's POV:

After I had studied with Billy in the back of Scoops Ahoy, I overheard Robin and Nancy talking, little did they know that I heard them

"I can't tell her yet, it's hard, Nance" Robin groaned

"You have to, or else one day you'll wake up and see that she's walking down the aisle, getting married to the love of her life whilst you stand there, completely regretting that you didn't tell her sooner" Nancy told her best friend

"But what if she doesn't like me back?"

"At least you told her before it's too late"

End of story, No one's POV:

"Oh" Robin whispered, embarrassed that y/n, her crush, had to find out like that.

"And as for Steve," you sighed "you all know how I found out" you sat back down on the couch

"So who's your pick? I can treat you better" Steve stated

Robin frowned and said, "I know I can treat you better that he can"

"any girl like you deserves a gentleman" Steve fought

"Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying hen you should be with me instead? I know I can treat you better better than he can" Robin argued

"I'll stop time for you. The second you say you'd like me too" Steve argued back

Everyone was amused by this little show, probably the highlight of the sleepover.

"This is a sleepover, not some open forum" Dustin whispered to Max

"Let them fight for y/n. It's amusing" Max whispered to Dustin. Robin started walking towards you, gripping onto your arms gently as she looks into your eyes.

"I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing. Baby, just to wake up with you. Would be everything I need, and this could be so different. Tell me what you want to do" Robin finished softly, y/n searched for any lies through Robin's eyes but she found nothing but love, desperation and... lust? "Who's your pick?"

"I choose..."

#stranger things x reader #Eleven x sister!reader #Max Mayfield x fem!reader #Robin Buckley x fem!reader #Nancy Wheeler x fem!reader #Erica Sinclair x fem!reader #Mike Wheeler x fem!reader #Will Byers x fem!reader #Dustin Henderson x fem!reader #Lucas Sinclair x fem!reader #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #Argyle x fem!reader #stranger things 1 #love triangle #who likes who?#Spotify

245 notes · View notes

i-writes-things · 2 years

Note

Hi! Can I please request a Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley x reader platonic fic where Nancy and Robin both kind of see reader as like a younger sister figure and maybe they’re all in the upside down together / at Starcourt or something and reader gets hurt (despite Nancy already being overprotective) and it’s just angst but gentle. I’m sorry if that makes no sense I just love your works and I’m dying for you to write something Nancy / Robin based :) <3

A Perfect Plan

Nancy & Robin x Platonic!sister-figure!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, cpr, not edited.

Author's Notes: Hi!!!! Thank you so much for this request, I honestly had a better time than I thought I would writing this request!! <3

Not my Gif*

"I can be the one to distract it while El goes-"

"No." Robin cuts in.

"You could get hurt, Y/n." Nancy adds taking a step forward, filled with worries.

"She could switch with, um, Lucas. Anyone can throw a rock at a big ass monster." Robin suggests.

"No, she can't. Lucas is the only one experienced enough. It has to be him." Mike argues, aggressively turning his head towards the older girls.

"It's not a rock, me and Will found fireworks instead." Lucas corrects.

"So what if Y/n gets hurt, what if Lucas gets hurt. We all might die, so getting hurt a little bit doesn't sound so bad when compared to death." Jonathan throws out there.

Nancy and Robin both seemed apprehensive about you going into trouble, but they all were so there wasn't much they could do.

"Fine, Y/n can be the distraction."

"Yeah, thanks for your blessing." Mike said, somewhat under his breath, getting to his feet.

"Well everyone knows the plan. Lets get out there..." Steve told the group.

---

"I am ready, gonna run like the speeding gazelle that I totally am..." You whispered to yourself.

Everyone was stationed in there hiding spots, and after almost an hour, there was a distant rumble and you walkied up to Dustin and Lucas.

"You guys heard that? Over."

"Copy, we did hear it. Stay sharp. Over."

"Copy that, Dust. Over." You shut off the walkie and looked out at the light up mall, that was completely empty. No shoppers shopping, only light up shops with no cashiers to check you out at a slow day at the mall, but it was close to midnight and the dead silence was making you feel sick. The eerie air finally settling, just as your sense were over loaded with noise. It was your queue. You had to run. You had to run right now. Waving and shaking yourself around you ran out and was immediately stunned at the size of the iky creature that had all its focus on you. A scream from the other end of the mall square got not only the Monster's but your attention as well. Panic washing over you, you screamed back and continued until the monsters full attention was on you again.

"KILL ME MIND FLAYER!!!" Nancy heard your scream with tears in her eyes as she ran to her next position, going to meet Steve.

You were running around as the rest of the group got into there final positions. Legs aching, you ran on, pushing yourself, waiting for the signal. It was life or death and with the will to live on, your legs never stopped.

An Explosion from the other side of the mall rang in your ears, Lucas's voice as follows, "Eat this, you ugly piece of shit!" another round of fireworks went off.

You jogged off to the side, leaning against a wall, catching your breath and saw your friends take on the monster themselves. Steve and Nancy's trap had seemed to be going on just fine, not that the monster was having any of it, but it was working to an extent.

El was up and after a final deep breath to get it all back you looked around for her. Billy was even standing in the darkness. Almost running out, wanting to do something to help but came up empty handed. You had nothing to help with. Your eyes scanned the place around you, a water fountain, closed store front, and a janitors closet. Nothing useful to help with the fight. A scream came from your left, out from across the mall, El and Billy were in the misted of fighting. Eleven's nose bleeding, and a sweaty Billy they fought through it.

You on the other hand, had an instinct to get something from that closet. A broom, a pole, a bat, a stick, maybe even a high powered lawnmower and just shred the creature to death. All that you could get your hands on was a mop. You held it tight in your sweaty palms, deciding if this was really what you were about to do. As another scream clouded your head, so did your judgement as you went flailing over the mall. Leaping atop a bench and wacky its sliminess your very ineffective mop. The only thing that you were met with was a hard slap to the face that sent you flying right off the bench...

Some time later...

A far away voice, a bright light and a headache was all you were met with.

"Y/n!" It called again, it was like a dream. You weren't fully sure of anything. But well you fully focused on the voice, it pulled you back with such an urgency to it that your only reaction was an overwhelmed scream.

"Y/n...?" They asked from your right.

"Steve, go get her, she's awake!!" Will's familiar voice stuck out from the rest, as he pushed passed the crowd that stood around your Hospital bed.

"What happened, Y/n?" Mike asked, Dustin being the one to stop him from asking anything more.

"Shut up, Mike."

"Wha-"

"Y/n, how do you feel?" The same familiar voice flooded your vision coming from your right again. Finally looking in that direction you saw her, Nancy.

"Did we kick ass?" Nancy smirked, and the whole group started to smile a bit.

"Yeah," She smiled, "we did kick ass."

"Good. How am I?" Her smile faded slightly, as growing footsteps turned into Robin pushing Mike and Lucas beside to get to you.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She whispered and gave me a big hug, letting a breath go.

"I remember, I wasn't. Thinking, I mean." My own smile shows through as she pulls away.

"You better start thinking next time, Y/n." Nancy examined the bruises on your neck and face.

"I'm alive aren't I, Nance?"

"Barely."

"I can breath just fine."

"Yeah, after Steve did CPR-" She bit her lip, "Twice."

You thought it for a moment, you weren't breathing. You. Weren't. Breathing.

"But you'll be out of here in no time." Robin pulled you out of your horrid thoughts and into the positive side.

Giving a smile and a nod, "Yeah," your quiet response made everyone kinda sad. But Max and Eleven were sitting outside, both under this bit weight on their shoulders after that fight. They didn't want to see you till you were better. The same thought came to you, you would see them in time. Right now was just not the time. Thankfully you had your two big sisters to watch out for you, until your parents came to your rescue.

"Thanks, guys, for saving my life and all." All giving different nods and 'Of course's' ending off with a 'Your welcome' from Steve.

#stranger things group #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin buckley x sister!figure!reader #Nancy wheeler x sister!figure!reader #mike wheeler #jonathan x nancy #jonathan byers #steve harrington #eleven

101 notes · View notes

fromasgardandback · 1 year

Text

Healing Together // Max Mayfield Sister Headcanon

masterlist | oneshots

undoubtfully Max is hurting in more ways than one and needs help

I have tried everything I could think of to help her. I go to therapy to which I come home and help Max understand why things happen and how to handle them

Max tries to act like nothing’s wrong or nothing happened, but being her older sister, I see everything

I see her tossing and turning in the middle of the night, I see her stare out into the abyss as if she’s seen a ghost, I see her at school passing through everyone co-existing; it hurts to see someone you’re close to in so much pain

“Tonight is just you and me, so I picked up a movie from Family Movie, ordered dinner, and picked up some snacks as well.” I placed the items in my hand down on the coffee table.

“Why are you doing this?” Max looked at me confused.

“Because I have tried everything, Max. I know you’re hurting and going through some really tough things. But I am here to help you, love you, support you, and not just because you’re my sister, but because you’re one of my best friends.” I huffed placing my hands on my hips.

Max didn’t know what to say, she stood there frozen until I felt a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you.” That is all she said. I wrapped my arms around her giving her a bone-crushing hug back.

we watched at least three movies before falling asleep on the couch. Chinese containers on the coffee table along with half-opened snacks and empty drinks

somewhere around six in the morning I woke up and took in the sight and mess we left and there I saw Max sleeping and holding the stuffed elephant I won her at the fair this past summer

I placed a blanket over her sleeping body and cleaned up the mess before our mom got home to scream at us as she normally does

I’ve been teaching Max that our mom’s reactions and outbursts have nothing to do with us, but her own problems. Yes, it’s hard not to think your mother hates you, but it’s also easier to think that it’s not because of you.

I took a shower and got ready for the day while Max was still sleeping. I called Lucas to let him know that his surprise is still a go for today

they rekindled their love and relationship, so Lucas wanted to take her on a very special date while I was at home cooking her favorite meal for dinner

it’s the little things that matter the most, and it may take a while, but I am determined to help Max see her potential and worth

“I’m blessed to have a sister like you, Y/N. Most people just see right through me, you don’t.” She said standing in the kitchen while I made coffee.

“I see you for you, munchkin.” I hugged her. “I see you.”

109 notes · View notes

kaylawritesfics · 2 years

Note

ok so... what about wheeler!reader with steve 👀 a year older than nancy like the same age as steve? yeah, so basically the oldest wheeler? thank u!!!! <333

Dating Steve Harrington and Being A Wheeler Sibling

summary: what it’s like to date steve harrington while being the oldest wheeler sibling

pairing: steve harrington x reader (wheeler!reader)

warnings: swearing, a bit of awkwardness, mentions of canon typical violence

note: this ask is literally ancient i’m so sorry this took forever !! i hope you like it !! <3

Dating your little sister’s ex-boyfriend is a very hard concept to explain to your family.

Obviously, you met Steve when Nancy started bringing him home. You always thought he was cute, admiring his chocolate brown eyes, his luscious brown hair, and the way his jeans fit just right.

You and Nancy had even talked about him, way back when Nancy’s relationship with Steve was nothing more than a harmless crush. The two of you spent a lot of nights together, giggling about Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

When Nancy and Steve broke up, it was a pretty big shock to your whole family. None of you really expected their relationship to end.

Everyone got used to not having Steve around. The only time you saw him was when he would occasionally drop Mike or Dustin off at your house, hurriedly kicking them out of the car and spending off before anyone could see him.

However, between getting a summer job at Scoops Ahoy, fighting off evil Russians, and saving Hawkins together, you and Steve became pretty close.

Of course, by this point, Nancy had moved on, seeking comfort from Jonathan Byers after the events of Starcourt while you secretly sought comfort in her ex.

The two of you date secretly for months, both of you offering up lame excuses to those around you just so you could meet up somewhere.

Then, the day came where you finally couldn’t keep the secret up anymore. Mike had seen Steve climbing through your window, similarly to how he’d caught Steve sneaking out of Nancy’s window a few years prior.

This situation is definitely awkward to everyone involved.

Your mother, who opened the door, ushering Steve in out of the wet, cold rain, rambling on about how she “didn’t know Nancy and Jonathan had broken up, but Nancy doesn’t really talk to her about those kinds of things and oh, it’s so nice to see you again, Steve, she’s so glad you and Nancy could work things out!”

Steve, apologetically and awkwardly, has to explain that “No, Mrs. Wheeler, he’s not here to see Nance, he’s here to see Y/N.”

Mike and Holly, who just got used to having Steve around so much when he was with Nancy, then they broke up and they got used to not having Steve around, but now Steve is around again? It’s really confusing and Mike is decidedly choosing to stay out of his siblings’ love lives, especially when they involve Steve Harrington.

And Nancy, who did love Steve at one point but couldn’t deal with the guilt and shame of losing Barb. Now, she’s with Jonathan and she loves him so much so it shouldn’t matter who Steve is dating, but she can’t get over that small pang of betrayal when you introduce Steve as your “boyfriend.”

It takes a long time (and multiple late night talks) but Nancy eventually comes around to the idea of you and Steve. Her deciding factor was seeing the look on Steve’s face when you walked into the room. His eyes lit up and you would’ve thought there was nobody else in the world besides Y/N Wheeler. Nancy questions whether Steve ever really looked at her that way.

Nancy and Steve are still a little awkward and the tension between them is definitely noticeable, but they both try really hard to be friends. Eventually, they become pretty good friends. Both of them agree that their relationship is so much better when it’s purely platonic.

Steve tries really hard to become close with your siblings. He knows Mike and they’ve hung out before, but he’s never really gotten close to Mike. He makes a real effort to do so, offering up girl advice, free rides, and even learning about DnD so they have something to talk about.

It starts a little awkward and it takes a while for them to really get comfortable with each other, but Mike really likes Steve and he’s glad that he’s around more.

Steve also really wants to bond with Holly !! He thinks that she’s adorable and offers to babysit frequently. When Steve is in public, he can often be seen with Holly in one arm while arguing with Dustin

(Steve even considers getting a car seat permanently installed in his car but after a lot of convincing from Dustin, he decides not to)

Steve isn’t a huge fan of your dad, but he loves your mom !! He’s so polite and loves bringing her flowers.

He’s always invited to family dinners/holidays !! Christmas is always fun with your family because there’s so many of you. Steve prefers it to Christmas at his house, which often just consists of him eating cookies and opening gifts in an empty house.

You love to tease Steve about his reputation within your family (only after he and Nancy are more comfortable, obviously).

Overall, Steve loves you and your family. He’s very glad to have been accepted into home for the second time around.

1K notes · View notes

skyfallslayer · 2 months

Text

The Black & White Lie || Chapter One

-Modern Day!Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader-

Series Masterlist

🦋Summary: Ah, College. A time where you can finally spread your wings and enjoy a little bit of freedom. And you’re even spending it with your best friend, Jonathan. You shouldn’t get too lonely… right?

🦋Pairings: Slow burn! Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader; (Past) Jason Carver x Reader; Platonic! Jonathan Byers x Reader; Jonathan x Nancy

🦋Rating: Teen

🦋Word Count: 3,248

🦋Date: 2/18/24

🦋Warnings: Brief mention of underage drinking; Brief talks of sex - of losing virginity; Slight Reference to a panic attack. Read At Your Own Risk!

🦋 A/N: If you recognized the summary for this story, this is actually inspired by the movie 'Son-In-Law'. When I watched for the first time the other day, for some reason the love interest reminded me of Eddie a lot and- *Ding*Ding*! Lightbulb moment! And then before you know it, every idea came flooding in and then this was born. Hopefully it turns out like it did in my head. Lol. Enjoy!

In a small rural town in Hawkins, Indiana, is where this strange adventure begins. Born 18 years ago is our main protagonist of the story, Y/N Wheeler. Y/N grew up with a loving family that owns a farm, consisting of her twin sister, Nancy, her younger brother, Mike, and baby sister, Holly; and of course her parents.

When she wasn’t helping out on her parents’ farm, Y/N was the typical “all american” girl. She dawns lovely clothes, is mindful and full of manners, a cheer captain and top of her classes throughout the school years and earned many straight A’s that steered her in the right direction for a bright future and career. Which leads to her very big day…

Now here you are, dressed in hunter green silk and caps, the seniors waited around on the bleachers of the basketball court, diplomas in hand as they listened to their principal speak from his heart, telling them that he was very proud that you made it this far. When he finishes everyone claps and soon the spotlight falls upon you as the class valedictorian.

You stood up as your name was called, hearing everyone applaud and your family cheer from you in the stands; You even heard your boyfriend, Jason, shouting your name. You step up to the podium with a smile, proceeding to recite the speech that you’ve replayed thousands of times.

“Today, I would like to talk about change. It’s all around us.” You feel your family’s eyes on you as you begin. “Change. It happens whether we want it or not. Change. Are we ready for it? I think so. We are poised and prepared for the future, ready to embrace new people, places and ideas. In short, we are ready for the challenge of life. Lady and Gentleman, take a good look at us. We are the future. We are the Hawkins Tigers. Here us roar! We did it!”

“I give you the class of 20XX!” Your principal sent just as everyone sent their caps into the air while jumping with joy.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“We fucking did.” Your twin, Nancy, said once everyone was settled down into their friend’s house for the party. She passes you a drink and gives you a wink to silently tell you this was a… special fruit punch.

You laugh quietly. “Thank you Mr. Hopper.” You smile and take a sip before sighing with relief. “Four long years and it’s finally over.”

Nancy hums. “And you’re the one who’s jumping right back into it.”

You quirk your eyebrow up. “Hey, pot-kettle? You’re going to college, too.”

“Not willing…” She sighs. “I wish I could have gone to the same school as you.”

“I know.” You frown a little. It was always hard to not stay attached to your twin, especially when you’ve done pretty much everything together. However, you try to keep both your hopes up by saying, “But, hey… you can’t pass up a scholarship. Indiana’s instate school is still just as great as California’s. Not to mention, Indiana U has the best journalism courses, this is your dream! Your calling! You’ll be great.”

You see your sister smile, happy with the outcome just as someone came up and slung their arms around both your shoulders.

“How are my favorite girls doing?” Jonathan, who was your childhood/best friend, asked, with the biggest grin on his face. Whether that was from drinking or feeling the high of not being in highschool, you were unsure of but glad to see he was enjoying himself.

“Pretty amazing, actually.” Nancy replies to her boyfriend (Yeah, her boyfriend. Whom she should thank you for that). “You?”

He lets out a blissful sigh. “Fantastic! The nightmare is finally over.”

You snorted and teased, “You really didn’t like it?”

“Hell, no. You think there’s room for a nerd like me? I never fit in.”

“Awe.” Nancy said, squeezing his cheek. “You’ll always be our nerd.”

“Thanks.”

“Hey, hey! Y/N! Jonathan!” You both turned around to spot one of your brothers’ friends, Dustin. He smiles with his goofy toothless grin, making you heart melt (He was always your favorite one. Don’t tell, Mike). “Hey, if you find a cute girl around my age in Cali, send her my way.”

“Dusty!” His mother said, catching his conversation when she walked by.

“What?”

Jonathan laughs. “We’ll try. I promise.” He said, ruffling the kid’s springy hair.

He holds his hand to his chest, all moved. “What about you Nancy? Any cute girls in Bloomington?”

“I will definitely try, Dustin.” She promises as well, crossing her heart. It must have been enough for the boy before he ran off with some friends to the backyard.

“What do you think Cali’s like?” Jonathan asked, genuinely curious.

“Hmm, don’t know.” Nancy said, knowing just watching shows from there and reading up about it wasn’t enough information.

“I mean, sun, sand, ocean, uh–”

“Baywatch, The Hollywood sign, uh, Nickelodeon, um–” You started naming off things and couldn’t hide the fact that you were about to laugh at your own antics. Both your sister and friend were on the verge of doing the same.

“Nickelodeon?” Jonathan muttered, surprised.

“Y-Yeah, uh, Regular Show, San Andreas fault, Chris Pine, Comic Con, Pet Rocks–”

“Pet Rocks?” Nancy asked, confused.

“Hey, they were invented in the state, look it up. Uh, Universal Studios, Barbie, The San Diego Zoo, Alcatraz–”

She chuckles. “Y/N, Stop.”

“Never.”

“Oh, kids!” Jonathan’s mother, Joyce, called out, getting their attention.

Well, I guess that’s your guys’ cue to take some photos.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You were all packed and ready to go for the next day. Since Nancy didn’t start school till next week, your family decided it would be nice for all of you to pack in the old van and drive to your new school. Your Dad says it was for… safety, but you knew better; They were all going to desperately miss you. Which leads to this conversation that’s been going back and forth for a few moments now.

“-California is a long way off just to go to school. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider going in state?” Your father, Ted, asked, and just when you were about to ‘go to bed’.

You laugh lightly, trying to calm his nerves. “You know I want to do this. Besides, I won’t be alone. Jonathan will be there with me.”

“Well– that’s true. But uh, Y/N, I’m not sure if I’ve really prepared you for what you’re gonna run into out there. Uh–” He clears his throat as you raise an eyebrow. “What I mean is… the boys are different from what they are here. They’re uh–”

“Dad?”

“Hmm?”

You smile. “I’ll be fine. You know me.”

He nods. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He knows you well enough that you won’t do anything too crazy. “Now let’s try to get some shut eye.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

“‘Night.”

And when the door shut, your closet automatically flew wide open (and you pray that it didn’t make too much noise).

“He’s officially calling it a night?” Nancy asked, dressed in street clothes which you were also wearing under your robe. She was skeptical as she stared at the door wondering if he’ll just waltz back in here without warning.

“Yep.” You reply, shedding your coverage and standing tall.

“Oh, finally! He gave the same talk, and I don’t leave for another week!” She smiles. “Thanks for letting me sneak out.”

“Hey, we both got to see our boyfriends before we leave, right?”

“Just–” She grabs you by your hands. “Be careful, alright?”

“Right back at you, Nance.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You found yourself in the barn that was far away from your house. Laying on the hay bales, you were kissing Jason passionately, your hands in his hair and slowly moaning his name as he slowly undoes each button on your blouse. But your worriedness got the best of you, making you squirm a bit from his touch.

“Jason.” You whisper, feeling his fingers skim across your bra straps.

“What?” He said back, ghosting your ripe lips.

“Slow down.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I-I want it to be right.” You reply, a twinge of guilt courses through you as he stops his actions, looking you dead in the eyes with concern and softness.

“Well, when is it going to be right?” He asked, sounding like a lost puppy. “You’re leaving tomorrow.”

You almost laugh at the face he was making. “You act like it’s forever.”

“Well I’m not going to see you for three months. What if everything changes?”

“Nothing is going to change.” You shake your head, cupping his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumb. “I’ll go to school, you’ll work at the co-op, and we’ll see each other every single vacation. And when I’m done–” You smile. “We’ll be together.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay.” He whispers, fully under your spell. “I guess I can wait.”

You hum in delight. “Now…” You pull him closer again. “Where were we?”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Dad’s going to blow a fuse if we don’t leave soon!” Nancy says, barging into the bathroom where you were finishing up doing your hair.

“I know, I know. I’m finishing up.” You said, sparing your twin a glance. You can see her button her collared shirt all the way up, making you grin like the cheshire cat. “Oooh… I didn’t know Byers was a biter.”

She blushed and lightly smacked you in the arm. “Do not tease me. I mean he always is.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Always?”

“Yeah.” She locks eyes with you, face still red before realizing. “Wait… You and Jason still haven’t done it?”

Now it was your turn to blush. “W-Well–”

“I thought you surely were going to do it last night?”

“I-I don’t know, I got weird.” You shrug, breaking eye contact. “I told him we should wait, you know, when the time’s right.”

“So you’re going to be like a 40 year old virgin?” Nancy teased, copying your grin from earlier.

“Hey.” You said, smacking her this time.

“Joking, I think it’s sweet. Y/N Wheeler, the purest of all Wheelers.”

“You know they think you’re pure too.” You said as you followed her out and down the stairs.

“Ha, ha.”

“I’m serious, Nance!” You reply, feeling around your pockets as you do so. “Oh, crap. I forgot my phone.”

“Well hurry up! Dad’s a ticking time bomb.” She yelled back and hustled out of the house. The conversation she foretold was being presented in front of her.

“I don’t get why we’re driving. Flying would be much easier.” Mike complained as he loaded his backpack into the car with a sour expression.

“We’re just trying to spend some quality time with your sister, Okay?” Their mother, Karen said, giving him a look to tell him to stop.

“Oh, good, Holly’s here.” Ted said, as he spotted the four year old climbing into the van. “Mike, where’s your sisters?”

“I’m here!” Nancy said, while fixing her hair to cover her neck.

“Okay, where’s Y/N then?”

“Maybe she’s still in the barn with–” Mike snickers, before getting whacked in the back of his head by Nancy. “Ow! Mom!”

“Kids, stop fighting!” Karen shouted back.

“Y/N!” Ted called out, upon seeing his daughter still up in her room through her window.

“Coming!” You called back, double checking you have everything before you go (I mean I guess your family could mail anything you need to you but that’ll be a hassle for them; And maybe kind of a dick to do that to them?).

“Well hurry up! Time is of the essence.” He sighs. “I swear, the Byers are going to beat us there.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

And sure enough…

They did.

Parking pretty much right next to each other, you stood their basking in front of the school along with Jonathan and his sister. The younger girl was looking at it like she’s never seen such a big building before.

“Bitchin’.” She says, and both you and Jonathan hold back a laugh.

“Language, young lady.” Jim, or who you like to call, Hopper said to his daughter who gave him a strange look.

“You say it all the time.”

“Think she’s caught you there.” Jonathan said, throwing salt into the wound.

“You’re not helping your sister here.” He points to the car. “Now I’m going to make my kids grab your own bags.”

“What?!” They said, which resulted in some light bickering, which was kind of happening with the other family beside them.

“Y/N! Get your head out of the clouds, and let’s find your dorm.” Ted said, and you hurry over.

The families grabbed the belongings and headed straight first into the hectic crowd. This was definitely a culture shock for them, especially for the Wheelers. The hallway was crowded with rowdy young adults, cracking jokes, makeout sessions, and even the occasionally streaker. You locked eyes with your sister when it happened, who was trying to hold back a smirk as your eyes just stayed wide. Your dad ushered you to keep moving until you found your dorm, overhearing a conversation while you passed.

“Uh, this was the– uh, opportunity that you wanted for your daughter?” Ted said, as Karen tried to hold back her feelings on her face (Which was hard at this point).

When you finally got to the room at the end of the hall, room 408, you noticed the left side of the room was empty, free for you to use. The other side was already occupied, filled with a few movie posters and cheer pendants. You smiled and wondered what your roommate would be like (and was excited that she likes cheerleading like you. At least you have a good conversation started).

“Hey, why don’t you see where Jonathan’s at?” You tell Nancy who complied and dove back into the crowd.

“Well this is very cozy, sweetie.” Karen said, trying to stay positive.

“It’s a shithole.” Mike replies, plopping on your bed.

“Mike!”

“What?”

“It’s… not bad. I’ll do.” You said, also trying to keep your head up high. But your brother tries to say something else and you were fortunately saved by a cute ginger girl entering the room.

“Hello, there. I’m Chrissy, your roomie.” She said, slightly shy as she gave the family a wave.

“Hi.” You said, waving too. “I’m Y/N.”

“Sorry to bother you, Chrissy, but it seems we forgot the key to her trunk.” Ted said, gesturing to where most of your belongings were. “Do you have any idea where I can get some tools?”

“Oh, yes. Uh, our resident advisor should have something.” She points across the hall. “He’s right across from here.”

“Oh, perfect. Thank you.” He was secretly happy that his precious daughter would be across from the advisor. He pushes himself past some people, knuckles brushing against the door. He knocked a few times afterwards when he didn’t get a response, wondering if maybe it was too loud to even hear it or he’s not in. So, treading carefully, he opens the door to peek inside.

This was not at all what he was expecting.

He was blasted in the face with ‘Iron Maiden’, and a room that screamed heavy metal. Stickers and posters laid across the wall, all consisting of either some kind of band or horror film; A record player-CD combo on the shelf, instruments of every kind, sheet music on the floor, leather jackets and boots hanging off from the windows and ceiling. This was not…

Resident advisor material.

Did he walk into the wrong place or–

“Hello!!” A voice shouts before he dangled upside down in front of the older man. Ted nearly has a heart attack as he startles and falls back against the door. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just trying to get the creative juices flowing. You know?”

“Uh– s-sure.” Ted said, still trying to process this. He keeps his eyes on him and not the fact that this boy was hanging from a pipe. “Um, I need to borrow a screwdriver.”

The boy, who’s hair was long and curly and orbs of cinnamon, raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, I’m all out of vodka.”

“N-No, I need an actually screwdriver. My daughter’s trunk is–”

“Oh, you have a daughter! Is she cute?”

“What–”

“I’m just kidding.” He smiles and holds his hand out. “Name’s Eddie. I’m the resident advisor.”

Make that a second heart attack for Mr. Wheeler, who’s face paled as he tried reaching for the doorknob behind him. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit.”

“What? Where are you going?” He asked, with a snort. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

But Ted was already hustling back over to the room where they were still talking to Chrissy, who was getting them up to speed on how this place ran. He comes over to his wife, pulling her aside and discussing what he just witnessed and how he’s not liking this. Meanwhile, Nancy had just returned while stringing along her boyfriend.

“Oh, Chrissy, this is my twin Nancy and my friend Jonathan.” You said, as she waves to them.

“Hi. You guys coming to school too?” Chrissy asked, your sister shaking her head.

“I am.” Jonathan said, before looking at you. “Y/N/N, this is awesome.”

You tilt your head. “Really? I still think this is a bit overwhelming.”

“I admit, it is, but my roommate, Argyle, is a trip.” He smiles. “I’m so going to love this place.”

“See, honey–” Karen said, loudly. “Jonathan’s staying.” She holds her hand up to stop her husband from talking. “And yes, I’m sure Joyce has some words about this place too, but the kids can’t pass this up. They got on a scholarship here.”

“But Karen–” He tries to protest.

“They. Have. A. Scholarship. They’re staying.” Her eyes trailed over to yours. “Right?”

You flash your dad a smile. “Don’t worry, Dad. It’ll be fine. And you know I can always come home.”

“See, Ted?” Your mother points out, finally defeating him. He mumbles an ‘okay’, satisfying her.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Mom, you’re suffocating me.” Jonathan said, after yet another hug and kiss from his mother. She was holding back some tears at the thought of leaving her oldest child behind in another state.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m really happy for you, I promise.”

“I know, Mom, I know.” He takes her hands in his. “I promise I’ll be okay.” She opens her mouth to speak. “And I promise I’ll call every once and a while.”

Joyce smiles at the answer. “You’re going to do great.”

The family of five shared a hug afterwards, wishing him the best of luck. Meanwhile, the Wheelers were doing the same, squeezing the life of You and nagging you to make you call, or at least text them here and there. You of course promised them too, which was a good enough answer.

The last person to hug you was your sister, giving you a small squeeze of reassurance, knowing you like the back of her hand.

“I know you’re nervous about fitting it, but don’t sweat it.” She says, pulling away. “You’re going to do fine. If not, you can always go home, or…” She smirks. “You can nag Jonathan.”

You chuckle. “Of course I can nag him. It’s not like I’ll be alone.”

You have Jonathan, and you even have your chill roommate, Chrissy. You shouldn’t get too lonely.

Right?

(TBC)

A/N: I promise the next one will be longer :) - Thanks for reading!

-Taglist Is Open-

30 notes · View notes

freakbabyy · 2 years

Text

see you in hell

chapter two

eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

cross posted on AO3

98 weeks left :)

“Good morning my honey-bees!” Mom’s voice rang through the early morning air.

Dustin and I had both muttered a good morning in response, not entirely sure how she had so much energy, let alone enough to make a whole buffet of breakfast. We had both begun eating, mom joined us after setting down a fresh plate of bacon, which Dustin attacked.

“Any plans today, kids?”

Dustin began explaining something about the DnD campaign, mentioning how they were playing in Mike’s basement again. They were at Will’s yesterday, and Lucas’ the day before that. I had taken a liking to staying in my room while reading a book, practicing the guitar, or talking to dad on the phone.

“Y/N, honey, why don’t you go with him? You can hang out with Nancy, Karen had said that she was going school shopping before it started next week. How about it?”

“I dunno, mom. I don’t want to intrude on her day, especially if she’s meeting her friends there. I don’t mind staying home.”

“Y/N… I don’t like the fact that you’ve been staying home the entire time since you’ve arrived. Plus, Nancy was the one to bring it up. She’s excited actually.”

I poked my eggs with my fork, thinking, before glancing at Dustin, who looked hopeful, and sighed.

“Alright, I’ll go. Just this once, though.”

Mom smiled before clapping excitedly, taking Dustin’s plate, which he had cleaned of food, before grabbing my empty one, too.

“Go, get ready. Dustin, don’t forget to brush your teeth!”

“I don’t understand why I have to. It’s not like there’s any teeth to brush.” Dustin grumbled, before walking into the bathroom.

Walking back into my room, and shutting the door, I headed to my dresser, before grabbing out an outfit. I wasn’t sure where they were going shopping, let alone if we were walking, so I had thrown on something light.

“Good morning, Galadriel!”

I had grabbed some dried banana slices to put in her cage on top of her fresh hay, before pulling my shoes on and grabbing some money dad had given me, before walking to the bathroom, seeing it now vacant. I quickly brushed my hair and teeth, before applying deodorant and making my way to the living room.

“All ready?”

I nodded to Dustin, both of us making our way to the Wheeler’s house. I had the way memorized by now, after all the times I had to go get Dustin when he had forgotten the time.

“You know you can always hang out with the party, right? In case you haven’t noticed, we’re not really the popular kids, we wouldn’t mind.”

“Thanks, Dusty, I know. I just sometimes prefer being alone, you know? It’s what I grew up with, being homeschooled. Big crowds make me anxious, even if it’s just four or five people.”

“That’s okay. Everyone needs to be in their own company, sometimes, right?”

I smiled over at the curly haired gremlin, before messing up said hair, and pulling him into a side hug.

“You know you’re one smart kid, right? What did I do to get such a cool little brother?”

“Me? Cool? I think you need to look in a mirror, Y/N. I mean, who can say they’re fluent in another language, do karate, AND like video games?”

“Uh, I can.”

“Exactly my point! I wish dad had taught me another language!”

“I can always teach you, gremlin.”

“Gremlin!?”

“I can also vouch that you are indeed a gremlin. I think the entire group is.”

We both looked over, seeing Nancy leaning against the car in the driveway. Nancy nodded towards the house,

“They’re all inside already. I’m just waiting for Barb to pick us up.”

I gave Dustin another side hug, before walking towards Nancy.

“Have fun, eat lots of junk food for me!”

Dustin smiled and nodded, running inside and shutting the door, before a car had pulled up. Inside was a girl with short curly red hair and big glasses. She was really pretty. Nancy walked over to the car, pulling me along beside her, before sliding in the front seat, and I slid in behind her.

“Barb, this is Dustin’s older sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is my best friend, Barbara, but we call her Barb.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I love your shirt.”

“Oh, I didn’t think many people listened to Echo and the Bunnymen, thanks! I love your glasses.”

“Are you kidding, Nance and I love the song Rescue.”

The entire ride to the mall, which was in the next town over and took an hour to drive there, was full of listening to music, the two filling me in on what’s been happening around town, and what school is like.

The mall itself was huge, like, huge. The music playing over the loudspeakers were strictly pop songs, and the lights were so bright that I thought if I came here at night, I would be blinded.

“So, did you go to a lot of malls in Illinois?” Barb asked, as we walked into a clothing store.

“No, I didn’t really go anywhere. My dad did, though. I usually stayed home.”

“What about with school? Did you hang out with friends?”

“I didn’t have any friends, and I was homeschooled. I was basically a hermit.”

Nancy and Barb were currently staring slack-jaw at me, as I looked through the clearance shirts.

“We didn’t mean to-”

“No, it’s alright. It’s not like I know any different. I’m actually kinda nervous around crowds, but with you guys I’m not as nervous.”

“Barb doesn’t like crowds, either, don’t feel bad.” Nancy offered, as Barb nodded.

“Yeah, and all the stuff Nancy likes are in stores that are full of teenage girls. It makes me kinda sick, actually.” Barb teased, as Nancy rolled her eyes.

“Hey, I go to the instrument stores with you, you can come with me to pick out cute bras!”

“You play an Instrument?” I asked Barb, hoping that she would also be in band.

“I play the clarinet, do you play?”

“I play the keyboard, I tried learning guitar but I wasn’t too good.”

“Hey, I can’t play an instrument to save my life. Don’t feel bad.” Nance nudged my arm as we made our way out of the store.

“So, I assume we all have different classes?”

We had all pulled out our class schedules, comparing them. I had math first, then band and English before lunch. After lunch it was chemistry and history. Study hall was my last period, which I was eternally grateful for having completed my language courses when I was homeschooled.

“We all have English together. But I think that’s it.”

“Well, do we want to split up and meet back up here at 2:30? That gives us about two hours to roam before meeting back up.” Nancy questioned, looking at her watch.

“I’m fine with that.” I nodded, needing to get a new cassette anyway.

As much as I hated this crowded place, it was practical since it had every shop we needed to shop at for school. Plus, a music shop. I already had notebooks and stuff at home, so I figured I could just explore the mall.

The music shop had multiple instruments hanging from the wall, as well as some in display cases. Records and cassettes were on shelves lining the whole store, and I quickly realized this shop was mainly for the rock genre based on looking around and the lack of other genres.

“Are you lost?” A voice spoke up, as I turned around towards the counter.

“N-no.” Jesus, could I not stutter for one second with a new person?

“You look lost, doll. I could show you around if you want me to, hun.”

Who did this guy think he was? He wasn’t impressing anyone, not that there were many customers to begin with.

I walked to the cassettes, before looking through them and picking out one of the black sabbath ones. My old one had broken, thanks to Mews the other day. I was glad that the worker had left me alone, but it was short lived when another person decided to talk to me, causing my flight or fight to kick in.

“Hey, I wanted to apologize about Andy.” I turned around, meeting eyes with another teen, but she had lacked a uniform, instead wearing an outfit I could only describe as ‘preppy’. From the light pink sweater to the light gray skirt.

“He can be a bit of an asshole, but sometimes he gives pretty girls like us discounts, thinking we’ll take him on a date.”

I nodded, skeptically. Should I pretend I didn’t speak English? Should I forget the cassette and just exit the store to look for Barb or Nancy? Should I try to make another friend?

“Why don’t you let me buy you that cassette as an apology on behalf of him?”

She nodded to my hand, which was clutching the cassette as if it would run away at any moment. I mean, she really didn’t have to do that, considering she wasn’t even the one who was being rude.

“Uh-”

“I insist, really.”

I didn’t trust my voice to try and talk, feeling and hearing my heartbeat in my ears. Despite the way she looked, her eyes looked kind and caring. The world was blurring together a bit, a sure sign of an oncoming panic attack. Oh god, did she think I was weird, just staring at her right now, heavily breathing?

“Are you alright?” She asked, brows furrowing as she took a step forward, her hand coming out as if I was about to fall over, to be fair I could have.

“Y-yeah.” I shook my head, putting the cassette on the counter, before she had put her own cassette on the counter, a Van Halen cassette, before putting some money on the counter, handing the cassette to me, pocketing her own and the money, and leading me out the door of the store.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you might pass out on me.”

I sat on a bench overlooking the below stories of the mall, before putting my hands on the railing, leaning my head onto my arms.

“I’m okay, I just- I need a moment. I’m not good with people, I’ve never been around so many as I have today.”

The girl had sat down beside me, before pulling a water bottle out of her purse, unscrewing the lid and offering it to me. I looked at the water bottle and back to her kind blue eyes, and took a small sip from the bottle.

“I don’t like crowds either, much. Which is kinda odd since I’m around them every Friday for over half a year.” She probably recognized the confusion in my eyes, as she elaborated. “I’m a cheerleader for the high school, so I go to all the football and basketball games.”

Weren’t cheerleaders supposed to be mean and scary according to all of the stereotypes in literally every movie?

“I’m Chrissy Cunningham,” She stuck her hand out, another smile gracing her angelic face, as I smiled a bit back, shaking her hand.

“Y/N Henderson. I’m sorry for freaking out earlier, I was homeschooled my whole life and was basically a hermit never leaving the house until recently. I just moved here from another state over.”

“Welcome to Hawkins, Y/N. I moved here when middle school started, so I totally get what you’re going through. I’m a sophomore,”

“I’m a junior,” I was worried she wouldn’t want to hang out with an older student, who didn’t have any friends, but she quickly spoke up, a bit loudly, too.

“That’s alright! If I’m being honest I think you seem really cool and I’d love to be friends. I don’t really have many besides the cheer squad, and I don’t even know if I’d classify them as friends, more like acquaintances?” The poor strawberry blonde began rambling quite fast, as I laughed a bit before smiling, her mimicking my face, “I was totally rambling again, huh?”

“I do it a lot, too, don’t worry.”

Chrissy looked down at her watch, before speaking up again, pulling out a crumpled up piece of paper, which was her schedule for classes. Once we compared our schedule, we found out that we both had choir together, but that was it.

The rest of the time at the mall, I had spent most of the day with Chrissy, we had met up with Nancy and Barb at the time we agreed upon. The three of them hadn’t hung out before, Chrissy being amongst the popular cheerleading crowd, Nancy was focused on her studies like Barb, but apparently had been dating a more popular guy named Steve.

“I had fun today,” Chrissy smiled, showing off her bright white pearls, “I hope we can hang out again soon.”

“Agreed,” Nancy offered a smile back, “We’ll see you at school, and you’re sure you don’t need a ride home?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you though!”

On the ride home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how maybe staying with mom isn’t so bad. Maybe I can get dad to move out here one day. I tried to relish in the fact that I had all weekend to relax, but the anxiety kept creeping up at the knowledge of school starting Monday. But that’s two days away, which right now, seems like a lifetime.

#eddie munson x reader smut #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader smut #steve stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #henderson!reader #y/n henderson #dustin henderson #dustin’s sister #nancy wheeler #barbara holland #chrissy cunningham

138 notes · View notes