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gonzo-rella · 11 months

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The Queer Best Friends of Steve Harrington | Robin Buckley (ft. Steve Harrington) (pt. 1)

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PART ONE | PART TWO (COMING SOON)

Relationship(s): Robin Buckley x gn!reader (romantic), Steve Harrington x gn!reader (platonic), Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley (platonic)

Summary: Whilst coming out to Steve, Robin reveals something equally shocking to the revelation of her sexuality.

Warnings: Coming out scene. (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 1.4k

(A/N: This has been an idea I’ve wanted to write for literal years. I found this as a semi-finished draft of my old plus-size-reader-insert blog from back in the day (by that I mean, a few years ago). I haven’t yet finished Stranger Things season 4 (I’m hoping to rewatch the show in its entirety soon, possibly after I’ve finished Yellowjackets), but I still really wanted to write this. Also, as a nonbinary person, I really want to write more gender neutral reader-inserts for Robin, so let me know if there’s anything you’d like for me to write. Also, ignore the fact that Steve uses gender neutral pronouns for you but fails to immediately comprehend Robin’s queerness.)

Cheating death was sure to bond two people, and that’s how you and Steve- a pair of reluctant babysitters- were able to put your differences aside and keep a group of misfit kids out of harm’s way. He didn’t care that hanging out with you meant he was no longer cool, and you didn’t mind that a few girls were insanely envious of you. If anything, it inflated your ego, even if they did whisper about you behind your back.

Over the summer, you saw Steve as much as possible. After all, you were too broke to go on vacation, you didn’t want to hitchhike around the country and you had no one else to hang out with. So, you decided just to hang out with your best friend as much as possible. And, what are friends for if not for allowing their friends to abuse their friends and family discount at their place of work? After all, he abused your 7/11 discount over the past year, so of course you abused his Scoops Ahoy discount. Every. Single. Shift. Hell, you only ever really showed any interest in his work when you were asking when his next shift was. Then you’d make sure to go and pay him a visit, like the good friend you were.

You were often so busy talking to Steve at the campy ice cream parlour that you didn’t notice the curious, gazing eyes of the beautiful girl behind the counter. You remembered Robin from many of your shared classes. You exchanged the occasional comment in class, earning quiet laughs from one another. Little did you know, she’d found her gaze wandering to you long before she started working with your best friend. In fact, other than the fact that she was in the school marching band, you knew very little about her.

That was until the end of the second week of summer, when Steve was in the back room of Scoops Ahoy.

“Hey, Robin,” you greeted casually, as though you were good friends rather than just barely acquaintances.

“Oh...um...hey, Y/N,” she greeted awkwardly, straightening herself into a nonchalant-looking pose rather than her bored, hunched-over position at the counter. “H-how’s it going?”

“Eh. Could be better, could be worse, y’know?” you shrugged. “What about you?”

“Um... I’m fine, I guess. Well, as fine as you can be when you leave the house dressed like this,” Robin answered with a small gesture to her outfit, earning a laugh and smile from you that made butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“Your uniform looks better on you than Steve’s looks on him,” you shrugged, the compliment heating up Robin’s cheeks. “To think he was once the king of Hawkins High.”

Robin smiled a little and chuckled.

“Speaking of the king of Hawkins High, do you want me to get his highness from the backroom?” she asked.

Luckily for her, you hadn’t noticed the way she was staring at you, because you had been too busy flicking through and counting dollar bills in your wallet.

You glanced up at her and flashed her a smile.

“Yeah, thanks.”

After that day, you spoke to Robin a lot more often. In fact, you asked her if she wanted to go to your house and watch the copy of A Nightmare on Elm Street that you’d finally been able to rent. Following that, you hung out with one another far more often, be it at the movie theatre, somewhere else in the mall or at one another’s houses. Steve was definitely a little jealous that his best friend was being stolen, something that you and Robin most definitely noticed and most definitely teased him for.

It was shaping up to be a normal summer, but that’s just not what you get in Hawkins. At least after you’ve been roped into the town’s self-appointed team of defenders.

Of course, it wasn’t long before you were in charge of a very drugged-up Steve and Robin, as well as Robin and Erica. You clearly weren’t as good a babysitter as you’d thought when you lost the elder two of the four, who you would later discover were now sat in the bathroom.

Whilst you were rushing around the mall like a frantic parent in search of their children, they were having a surprisingly emotional conversation.

“Do you remember what I said about you and Y/N always being so close? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?” Robin asked.

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, curious to see where this was going.

“It isn’t because I had a crush on you,” Robin confessed and bit her lip gently. “It’s because... they don’t stop laughing at the stuff you say. They look at you like you’re the greatest guy in the world.”

“Huh? Y/N?” he said.

Robin chuckled lowly.

“Yeah. Y/N.” She paused. “I want them to laugh at the things I said and I want them to look at me as much as they look as you... but they’re always with you, laughing at the stupid things you say and looking at you and your stupid hair. And, I don’t understand because you-you picked on them about everything since you were kids until you guys just suddenly became best friends. And, you’ve always been way stupider than them. And, you’re a douchebag. And-and you don’t even like them like I always did even though they were always the funniest and coolest person and...I’d just go home and just scream into my pillow.”

“But Y/N’s-” Steve responded, confused.

“Steve,” she said softly, tilting her head a little in mild frustration at the fact it hadn’t clicked in his mind quite yet.

“Yeah?” he asked, breathing out a confused laugh.

She looked at him, and then it hit him. His eyes widened a little, but he never looked disgusted, which she’d feared.

“Oh,” is all he could say.

“Oh,” she mimicked softly.

“Holy shit,” Steve breathed out, leaning back in disbelief.

“Yeah. Holy shit,” Robin repeated half-heartedly, also leaning back as she looked to the ceiling. She then looked down at her thighs, sighing a little at the silence they now found themselves in. Filled with nerves and slight relief, Robin looked up at Steve.

“Steve...” she said softly. “Did you OD over there?”

“No, I just, uh...” Steve said almost breathlessly. “Just thinking.”

“Okay,” Robin whispered, scratching her neck awkwardly.

“I mean, yeah,” Steve said. “Y/N’s cool and all, but...I mean, they’re a total dork.”

“So what?” Robin asked.

“They’re in the chess club and they watch Star Trek,” Steve answered.

“They have passions. It’s cute,” Robin defended.

“Look, they’re my best friend, but... if you ever wanna be more than that with them, I gotta be sure that you’re prepared to handle all of their nerdy...ness. Like, we saw the Karate Kid 7 times when it came out because ‘it was the coolest movie since Return of the Jedi’. We saw the Breakfast Club 10 times because ‘it’s, like, the best movie made since the Karate Kid’,” he said, imitating you with an unflattering voice.

“They don’t talk like that!” Robin laughed.

“That was a great impersonation,” Steve responded. “Oh, and when they’re listening to music, they try to sing the words and the instruments.”

“I think it’s cute!” Robin exclaimed in protest, laughing even harder when Steve started singing some Rush song you’d sung to yourself several times, whilst also vocalising the guitar, bass and drums in intervals, not unlike someone trying to do all the parts to Bohemian Rhapsody on their own. Steve laughed just as hard as Robin when she joined in, with the both of them knowing it solely from your renditions of it. Eventually, they were just both laughing with one another, making Robin feel accepted by her friend. When the laughter faded away, and they were both smiling.

“For what it’s worth...I think you should ask them out,” Steve told Robin. “They’ve spent so much time with me and they don’t seem interested, so they must be into girls. And, looking back on it I think they have a crush on Princess Leia.”

Robin chuckled and sighed. “I’m not... you. I can’t just go up to them and ask them out.”

“Well, luckily for you, you’ve got a totally awesome wingman.” Steve said.

Robin rolled her eyes.

“I’ll tell them when we’re not in dange-”

She was interrupted by the door slamming open, and you were standing in front of Dustin and Erica.

“Okay, I’m really mad at you guys right now, but I’ll be pissed at you when our asses aren’t on the line. Let’s go.”

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where-is-francis · 2 years

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𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙘𝙝

**ROBIN IS CANONICALLY A LESBIAN, THIS FIC IS FOR NBLW/WLW ONLY**

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Robin doesn’t know if she can get through the plan or not. But that doesn’t matter, because you have enough hope for her.

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨: They/Them

𝙎𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚: Slight angst to fluff

𝘼/𝙉: I immediately got the idea for this blurb when I watched Vol 2 and I just love Robin. Not sure how much content there is for her (or wlw/nblw in general) rn so I figured I’d add to it. Also, I’m trying something new with my theme so please bare with me lmao. Not watching episode 9 ever again so the lines from everybody/timeline (ig) aren’t accurate, sorry about that, but you get the gist. MY TUMBLR IS STILL GLITCHY WITH MY DRAFTS SO IF A PARAGRAPH IS REPEATED — IGNORE THAT. Part 2 after that??? Lmk if you’re interested.

𝙏𝙒: Vol 2 spoilers but other than that it’s just pure fluff.

Four of you waited by the playground, listening for Erica’s voice to move on to the next stage of the plan. When Robin snapped out of it again, her eyes were locked where you previously stood. Now, you were on one knee, making sure your laces were out of the way. The last thing you needed was to trip while trying to kill some evil demon wizard.

“You know, I don’t think now is a very good time to propose.” The girl gave you a slight smile.

You met her eyes and stood, finally able to see how she awkwardly shifted her weight in the dead grass. Even in all of the ongoing horror, something about her voice relaxed you.

“Damn, rejecting me before you even see the ring? That’s cold, Robin, real cold.”

It was hard not to smile at her. The slight dusting of gold particles from Erica’s flashlight danced around behind you, Robin taking a good look at you in the low light.

Something in her stomach didn’t sit right thinking that this could be the last time you were together.

But if she had to go, this image was certainly something. Your hair (slicked/pulled) back, wearing baggy camo cargo pants, and a giant hunting bow slung over your shoulder.

As if knowing what she was thinking, you playfully nudged her crossed arms. “Hey, we’re gonna be alright.”

Erica’s voice came through clearly, telling you to move into phase 3 of the plan. Nancy and Steve nodded in your direction, the four of you marching across the broken street to the house.

You had only seen it in regular Hawkins, this twisted version rendering you speechless at the steps. It was always a large house, but something about this version seemed bigger. How it loomed over your small group with dark eye-like holes behind shuttered windows. What little light shone in this new personal Hell didn’t even dare to touch this house.

Four heartbeats began to sound like one, beating in unison, dreading the battle. Steve took a deep breath and opened the door.

Vines from the hive mind coiled and snaked around what seemed like every square inch of the foyer. A sickening sheen on the tar-like roots glinted in the light as your group stepped in carefully, one by one. Robin’s teeth practically held a death grip on her lower lip, opting to be the last one into the house. Her gaze followed you like a shadow before you turned to meet her eyes.

She stepped in, making all four of you nearly in position.

“We have to get upstairs, but with all of this… it’s going to be rough.” Steve whispered in your guys’ direction. “We have to be careful about this.”

“I don’t think I can do this.” Robin croaked out.

Just a glance and you could tell she was trying to swallow down a panic attack. Nancy’s solemn expression began to falter as she tried to think of ways to help. A way around it. But the plan was too complicated, it was all hands on deck. The lives of Hawkins — and likely the rest of the world — were at stake, and Vecna wouldn’t be going down without a fight.

A warm sensation filled the blonde’s senses, causing her to turn and look at you. Your bruised up (skin tone) hand held onto hers with a firm grip as you stared into the mangled foyer. The expression you held was confident, nearly happy, like you were watching something completely different than what lied ahead.

“Do you remember when we were in elementary school, and none of the other kids wanted to play with us?” Your bright (E/C) eyes caught hers. “The teachers got new packs of chalk, and everybody wanted to play hopscotch.”

The (taller/shorter) girl smiled sadly at the memory. “Yeah. What does this have to do with anything?”

“You tried to play hopscotch with them. Julie Hammond wanted you to play, too. And then do you remember what happened?”

Robin nodded, but couldn’t manage to say anything.

“You tried, but you fell and scraped your leg all up the side.”

Her fingers intertwined with yours, staring at the decaying floorboards of the Creel house. Nancy looked to Steve, confused, only to find he was as in the dark as her.

“You walked me to the nurse that day.” Robin began to lean closer to your face. “That’s how we became friends.”

“And then, do you remember what happened later? I was in my driveway, and asked if you wanted to play. We could’ve played house, or Barbies, or even animals. But you wanted to play hopscotch.”

Tears rolled down her paled face, though quickly being wiped away by your hand. For the first time in the past few weeks, she was smiling. Your girl was smiling.

“We must’ve spent, like, two hours outside while you did that. It was getting dark, and you were still bound and determined to do it — even with your messed up leg. And you finally did. You managed to do our ‘extreme hopscotch’ board without tipping over.”

“You hugged me so hard — we fell over into the grass.” Robin sniffled.

The other two in the group had begun to climb the rotting stairs, taking glances back every so often. Now you and Robin held both hands, her forehead resting on yours.

“Aren’t you scared?”

A snort sounded from you as you began to lead her over the vines. “Me? I’m nearly pissing my pants right now. But it doesn’t matter — what I’m saying is, it’s just like hopscotch.”

She took a slightly more confident step in your direction. Your bodies pressed closely, comfortably, as they shared the new small space. It didn’t take much thought for her to lean in and kiss you, making Steve grin.

Her voice repeated your own, soft like honey. “Just like hopscotch.”

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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healing

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 5,445

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

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

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November 1985

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey. Glad your test is over?”

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

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

“You have work today?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Besides what?”

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

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

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

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

“You know what.”

“I want you to go.”

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

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

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

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

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

You and Billy.

You and Billy Hargrove.

Sharing a room.

Sharing a bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”

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

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

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

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

“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”

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

Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”

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

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

“Really?”

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

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby.

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

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

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

“Mhm. Thought so.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right hand blue.”

“You’re kidding right?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.

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

His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“C’mere then.”

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

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

“Billy.”

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

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

It’s just me.

“Do they hurt at all?”

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight, Billy.”

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

“Goodnight, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sleep okay?” she asks.

“Mhm. You?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god.”

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

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

“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatcha doin’?”

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

“That sounds nice.”

“Mhm.”

“I can go back inside, if you want.”

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

“Okay.”

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

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

“I understand, Billy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You motherfucker!”

You get him back, and he’s laughing.

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

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

“Billy!”

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

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

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

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

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” you respond.

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

“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”

“Damn right you are.”

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

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

“So much for that,” Billy says.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”

“Stop whining.”

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

“Get off.”

“No.”

“Get off, please.”

“Make me.”

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

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

And you’d do it again.

“Didn’t work, did it?”

“No. Shut up and take it.”

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

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

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

He’s never had this before.

Hell, you’ve never had this before.

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

You’re healing him. You.

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reading <character's name> x reader fanfics even though you haven't seen the show or movie they're are in >>>>>

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Let's Go, Lesbians, Let's Go! | Random Characters

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week! As a celebration, here are some random headcanons of some of my favorite lesbians. Enjoy!

╰┈➤ CHARACTERS: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Ellie Williams, Robin Buckley.

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons on how these ladies would act/treat you during the crush stage, when you're together, and some of their habits (good and bad).

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Use of You

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

–– VI __

CRUSH STAGE: During the crush stage, Vi will not admit to herself that she has a crush on you. She would simply categorize her crush as her body saying she liked to tease you. She liked seeing your face when she would flirt with you. You'd show a flustered smile and sometimes playfully punch her in the arm and/or glare. She never thought you liked her back. She's observant with people, sure, but there's no need to worry about you liking her back if she "didn't" have a crush on you in the first place.

RELATIONSHIP: If you thought Vi was more mellow now that y'all are together, you thought wrong. Now that she knows her own feelings and is aware of yours, she's more touchy with her flirts. She'll drag her fingers across your cheeks when she compliments you, put her hand on the small of your back when guiding you somewhere, and when you were chilling at home, she'll pull your legs over her lap.

She'll never admit it, but that was her favorite sitting position. She absolutely loves loves your thighs and with your legs across her lap, she can caress and squeeze them all she wants. She also discovered if she lightly drags her nails across your skin, you squirm and get goosebumps. That was her favorite reaction of all.

HABITS: Vi has the habit of grabbing you by the waist when she passes by. She'll squeeze your waist too just to hear you laugh. More emotionally, Vi has the habit of keeping things to herself. If it doesn't concern you and it's something she thinks can easily be fixed, she won't tell you about it. Not because she doesn't trust you, but because she isn't used to opening up.

You caught onto this habit when she came home all bloodied up and bruised more than normal. She had a limp and looked dazed. Whomever she fought got some punches in and you could only imagine how bad the other person looked.

The morning after she's been bandaged, you asked her what happened. Apparently, she was trying to return an item you've been wanting to return, but the store owners had multiple sticks up their asses. Her words, not yours. Because things took a turn for the worse, Vi went to the distributors and then had to sneak past security. She wasn't as stealthy as she wanted herself to be. It took Vi a week to get the owners to refund her and the distributors to give her the item free of charge.

You scolded Vi. She didn't have to go through a week of torture just because some assholes wanted to be assholes. Though you hated how she handled things, you couldn't be mad at her. She had a huge heart and would do anything to keep you happy. That's all you wanted in a girlfriend.

–– CAITLYN ––

CRUSH STAGE: Caitlyn knew she had a crush on you almost instantly. The way her heart skipped a few beats when you passed by, how she only went to places knowing you'll be there, and when she went to bed, you were the last thing she thought of. Though she was sure of her feelings, she was unsure of yours.

You seemed to be friendly with everyone. You gave smiles, asked how their day was going, and brought those you were close with gifts. You never gave her gifts. Was she not important to you? Maybe you only saw her as an acquaintance; nothing else and nothing more. That was alright with Caitlyn. She had no problem admiring you from afar.

Things changed, however, when Caitlyn went to her work desk one day and saw an abundance of letters and gifts. She was flattered but had no clue where they came from. When she went home and saw you at her doorstep with a basket of goodies, she knew those gifts were from you. There at her doorstep, she confessed and asked you out.

RELATIONSHIP: Being in a relationship with Caitlyn is a lot easier than you thought. Your friends teased you about how her being work-focused would put a dent in your relationship, but it was the opposite. Sure, there were nights when Caitlyn came home late without warnings or forgot to listen to you while she worked on papers, but she would always apologize and make it up to you.

Caitlyn is a soft lover. She loves gentle touches and quality time. Whenever you two snuggle together, her long fingers dance across your back or she grabs onto your hand. She'll whisper stories about her day or praise you if you're sleepy. She absolutely loves to tell you all the things she loves about you. Along with touch and quality time, words of affirmation are one of her love languages.

HABITS: Caitlyn has a habit of holding your hands and gifting you things she's seen while she's out. Sometimes the gifts are clothes that reminded her of you, cute items you can place around your home, or something you've wanted for a while.

As mentioned earlier, Caitlyn works a lot and takes her job seriously. She has a bad habit of getting stressed out and instead of finding a healthy outlet to blow off steam, she overworks herself. You caught her once working at her desk at three am with bloodshot eyes, cold black coffee, and frizzy hair. You had to peel her away from her desk and force her to go to bed. This didn't happen often, but Caitlyn appreciated you taking care of her when it did.

–– ELLIE ––

CRUSH STAGE: Oh, man. Crush stage Ellie is shy Ellie. She would like to flirt with you, yes, but you make her so nervous. She gets sweaty palms and picks at her hangnails. If you're in a group discussion together, she'll patiently wait for your conversation with someone else to end before she speaks up. While she waits, she'll come up with conversation topics and jokes to tell you.

Do the jokes land? No. They're the worst jokes you've ever heard, but you appreciate Ellie for trying. Her efforts were cute. Whenever the conversation picked up, Ellie got looser and more confident. She teased you more often, gave you silly facial expressions, and she often nudged your arm with hers or winked.

Her efforts of trying and being true to herself are what got you to crush on her back. Well, that and the fact that she's the most attractive person you've met.

RELATIONSHIP: Shy Ellie disappeared about two weeks into your relationship. She was more flirtatious and bold with her words. Not like she never was, but she wasn't afraid of creeping you out this time.

Ellie tries to be open with you when it comes to hardships. She wants to tell you what she's thinking and how she's coping, but she can't. Something was physically holding her back. Luckily for her, you weren't the type to force her into anything. She wasn't ready to talk? That's fine. You'll hold her and sit in a comfortable silence instead. She wanted to do something to take her mind off of things? Cool! You two can make a song together.

Your relationship teaches the two of you how to cope with your feelings and how to practice being okay with uncomfortable feelings. There's a lot of understanding and welcoming space in your relationship which you both can benefit from.

HABITS: Ellie has a habit of calling you 'babe' or 'baby'. If you don't like that, she'll try to come up with something else. Maybe the name of a planet that reminds her of you.

She also has the habit of sketching you. If you look through her sketchbook, you'll find sketches of you sleeping, upgrading/cleaning your weapons, getting ready in the morning, or even plain images of your lips and hands.

–– ROBIN ––

CRUSH STAGE: Golly gee. If it wasn't for Steve "The Hair" Harrington, Robin would have never talked to you. You were the cool person in school; even if you weren't, you were to her. She loved how you talked, how you laughed, and how you always incorporated your favorite color in your outfits.

Steve calls her a stalker with how much she knows about you, but she didn't care. If she couldn't talk to you, she wanted to be prepared in case the time did come.

Steve forced her to talk to you when he was picking her up after school. They were standing by Steve's car and you were finishing up a conversation nearby with your friend. When your friend drove off, you walked in Robin's direction. Before you passed, Steve shoved Robin forward. She stumbled, tripped over her feet, and complimented your outfit.

You stopped walking and turned to her with a wide smile. You thanked her and returned the compliment. From there, the two of you had a brief conversation about clothes and personal styles. Since then, you always sat next to each other to talk during lunch.

RELATIONSHIP: It was a miracle you two got together. You both friend-zoned each other so hard, you were convinced your relationship wouldn't progress any further.

With Robin working at Family Video and you being an avid movie watcher, you two tried to watch movies together at least twice a week. One night was an old movie and the other was a newer one. You commented on the act, script, and cinematography. Because of the comments, inside jokes were born left and right.

You two are definitely cuddle bugs. Deep into the night at each other's houses, you would be tangled up in bed playing with each other's hair and giggling about the stupidest things. Y'all were the definition of soft sapphics.

HABITS: During the school year, Robin had a habit of slipping notes in your locker or onto your lunch tray when you weren't looking. She would try to slip the notes in your locker before anyone was in the halls or she would get someone else to do it for her. The notes weren't anonymous and if she managed to get them in your locker, you would thank her during lunch period. Her response was always the same: a gummy smile and a bashful "you're welcome".

A bad habit of Robin's is her insecurity and fear of being found out. In the '80s, Robin's absolutely petrified of the town finding out about your relationship. She would try everything in the books. Claim you're best friends, have Steve pick you guys up separately and then be dropped off separately, and some days, she would try to avoid you in school. You never let her though.

In modern times, Robin's afraid you'll find someone else better than her. Who wants a freckled-face band geek for a girlfriend? News flash, you do! You always reassure her, telling her she's all you need. Eventually, the worrying stops, but the second she talks down about herself, you scold her and as punishment, she has to say an affirmation about herself in the mirror.

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Could you do the fluff alphabet with Robin Buckley?<3

Fluff Alphabet

A/N: this took awhile sorry bout that but it's here so hope you like it!(and to the person who requested Bruce, I don't write for him, sorry!)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?) Robin admires your kindness and how nice you are to your friends and strangers.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?) Robin's favorite part of your body is your hands, she loves drawing little doodles on them when she's absolutely bored out of her mind.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?) Robin is mostly the little spoon, she likes to be held but she doesn't mind being the big spoon, she loves the way your body fits with hers.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?) Robin's ideal date with you is really anything, could be a picnic in the park, late night drive that feels like forever, a movie night, etc.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?) Robin isn't one to hide away how she feels but ofc her crush on you was just embarrassing to watch(as Steve quotes) but nonetheless she will let you know how she feels anytime of the day.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?) Robin never really thought of having a family at all but once she saw you interact with Holly, she knew she wanted to have one but maybe later in life when you aren't facing monsters from another dimension.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?) Robin's pretty lousy with gift giving since she doesn't have any money so she tends to make home made gifts for you instead(and she definitely didn't ask Nancy for tips whatsoever) but when she does buy you a gift, she makes sure it's special and tries her best to not ruin it.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?) Robin LOVES to hold hands, whenever you two are together you are holding hands, and in public interlocking pinkies. She just can't keep her hands off of you and everyone knows it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?) Robin would be all over you if you got hurt, she would be by your side 24/7 and almost never leave unless she really had to.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?) Robin always jokes around with you whether it's a inside joke between the two of you or just a simple joke she heard from Steve or Eddie. As far as pranks go, she tries to not hurt you in any of them but she does them occasionally when you don't suspect it and when you think it's the last, it isn't and it never will be.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?) Robin likes to caress your face while she kisses you whether it's a quick kiss on the lips/cheek/neck or a much longer kiss. She likes knowing you're actually there and not a part of her imagination.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?) Robin expresses her love for you through her actions if words cannot let her, she'll kiss you, hold your hand, smile at you to let you know that she's never leaving you as she doesn't plan on it.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?) Robin's favorite memory of the two of you was when you and the older teens did karaoke night and you was singing a song by Queen with Steve(while drunk), seeing her lover and best friend getting along meant a lot to her(not that she would admit it)

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?) Robin has many fears, but her absolute worst fear is getting outed. It's hard being queer in Indiana, and she's seen the things they've done to people like her, and she's always on edge, hoping she or you isn't next. She couldn't bear losing you, she would never forgive herself.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) Robin tend to ramble alot, everyone knows that. But it's about the type of stuff she chooses to ramble about such as a comic book and it's franchise, a movie with a bad ending, an analysis about two characters and why they should end up together instead of who they should end up with, even random science facts. She could go on forever and ever on the difference between effect and affect.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?) Robin doesn't really do petnames but she does like to call you honey or darling, she doesn't go all out in public.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Robin doesn't care what you guys do just as long as she's in your vicinity and she gets to be near you, she's chill.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?) A song that reminds you of Robin would be Dancing Queen, sure it was the song that you and Steve sung while drunk that one night but it's also the song that played in the background when she told you she loved you for the first time and when she(finally) confessed her feelings.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?) Robin tells you almost everything unless it has to be a secret(such as El and the upside down) and she can't tell anyone and that(sadly) includes you, it's hurts her so much but it's for the better but they get out eventually.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?) It took you guys a longgggggg time to get together and Robin takes full responsibility for that, she was too busy overthinking to even see that you would give her longing glances and heart eyes back.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) When you're upset, Robin tries her best to make you feel better but if you just want to be alone then she gets that and she'll leave you alone until you're ready.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) Robin loves showing you off to your friends whether it's a small accomplishment such as getting a good grade on a test or something big like getting a job, Robin tells it all and she's always proud of you no matter what.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) Robin HATES the idea of you fighting, sure you can protect yourself but it still worries her when you go up against vecna or demobats, in her defense, you could have gotten rabies!

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) Robin can surprisingly read you very well, like an open book, but reading a new chapter that feels similar to the last. She can tell when you're mad, sad, anxious, lying, and ofc happy. She basically memorized all your emotions in her head so she can know whatever you're feeling in a second and how to help(if she has to).

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) Robin would go all out when trying to propose, getting a reservation at a fancy restaurant(but in the corner where no one sees the two of you), writing a speech on what to say when the moment comes but when all of that gets ruined and canceled. Robin decided to propose to you in the kitchen right right there and then when you were eating and you almost choked, but nonetheless you said yes.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) The only thing that makes Robin feel calm is you(and surprisingly meditation with all her fidgeting), Robin claims you just know the right words to say and the right tactics to use which calms her down and she wouldn't have it any other way.

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thewritersaddictions · 5 months

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Drabble: The Adults- New Years Kiss

Eddie Munson

The music filters through the speakers at the Hideout. Eddie promised to be with you for the New Year celebration, but then he got a call from the hideout manager. "Come with me to the hideout, and I'll be off the stage before they drop the ball in New York." Eddie had asked you. You mumbled it over in his arms. "Fine, Eds, but you better be right here when you're done." You told him. It's not til later when you crammed into his van with the others and all their musical instruments.

Their set goes perfectly with a large crowd surrounding the front of the stage. You sit at the bar drinking the horrible Christmas drink Hideout had added to their holiday menu. The speakers around the bar bring life to Eddie and his guitar. You watch him proudly as you keep your eye on your watch. The closer it gets to 12am, the antsy you get. Wanting him back in your arms, wanting that cigarette and pine smell back in your senses.

You're scared out of your wits when two large, sweaty hands come to grab at your waist. "See, I promised I'd be back with you before the end of the year." He says with a huff of his chest. He's surrounding you in the best way. His hair sticks up in odd places from the sweat on his forehead, and his hand is gripping your hip hard, but you don't care about the bruises. It will be left behind. "You did good." You tell him, and he bows, thanking you. "Come here, baby." He turns you in a flash, gently cups your cheek, and his thumb rubs over your bottom lip. "I never got my kiss for good luck." He says quietly. "You don't need it anymore." You tell him, Eddie shakes his head. "I still want it, baby." He tells you softly and pulls you to meet his warm and chapped lips. The kiss is a short one, one of the other bandmates coming over, pulling you both out of the wonderful little world you've both created.

Nancy Wheeler

You're climbing in through her window. Trying to get a private minute with Nancy with her parents and brother is hard sometimes, so Nancy almost always leaves her window unlocked for you to come in. She gasps and puts a hand over her heart. "Shit, Y/n, you scared me!" Nancy tells you, you wink at her. "I'm sorry, baby." You tease as you shut the window to keep the cold wind from getting in. "You could have called, you know," Nancy tells you, trying her best to keep a serious face.

"I could have, but what would have happened if your mother answered the phone?" You ask her; she rolls her eyes and pats the spot next to her on her bed. "So, are you here to give me a New Year kiss?" "Don't spoil it, baby." You answer her? The loud footsteps of Nancy's father echo through the house, and then a knock on her door. "Honey, we're doing fireworks if you wanna come down?" Her father says, "I'm okay, Dad. I'm tired anyway." There's a hum on the other side of the door. "Tired huh?" You say, smirking over at her.

With that, you grab at her hips and pull her into your lap. "Come here, baby." Nancy wraps her arms around your neck, and your hands land on her hips to keep her close. "You smell so good." You wiggle your brows at her. "Well, thank you. I always wanna smell good for my girl." You whisper to Nancy as you lean up to catch her lips. The kiss is long and sweet. No gnashing of teeth; instead, the taste of strawberry invades your senses.

Argyle

The van is filled with smoke from the weed you've both been smokin'. Neither of you are concerned with what's happening outside the small van. It had yet to start off like this. Argyle wanted to take you out to dinner, but everything was either packed or closed, so you both settled on gas station food and a good blunt or two.

Lovers Lake isn't crowded by any means. Most people are with their families or friends celebrating the end of the year and the start of the new one. You'd rather be here, though, with Argyle. Rather be in his lap, sharing a blunt between you. Instead, You'd feel his hand on your hip as he takes a long drag from the blunt and pulls you close to shotgun with him. How close his lips would be to yours, how all of his fills your senses. You let your breath go as you take the blunt from his nimble but long fingers. His eyes never stray from your frame. He watches you like a hawk, waiting for his prey to escape its underground hole.

The blunt wet from Argyle's lips wrapping around it, you take a drag and then hold it. Wanting to feel the full effect. "Come here, honey." Your voice echoes through the van. You lean forward, resting your hand on the van's inner shell. "Come here and give me a kiss." Argyle's voice is wrapped in a thickness you swear you've never heard before. You do as he asks, leaning forward, lips pressing together as smoke fills the space. "So pretty, baby." He says, and you can hear your heartbeat pulse a little faster as you kiss. "Happy New Year, baby," Argyle says to you. "That was three days ago, baby." he shrugs his shoulder and presses his lips back into yours, cutting off your giggle.

Billy Hargrove

During the Christmas holiday, you have received just a few gifts from your boyfriend. The best out of the batch was the tickets to a New Year's Eve concert. You had nearly jumped into his arms when you saw the tickets in the box. "Holy shit!" You shouted as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his chapped lips. The ride in Billy's Camaro is a long one to the big city of Indianapolis.

You brought a suitcase full of clothes, not knowing what to wear to this concert. You had an idea of who was there, but Billy wasn't forthcoming with that information. The two of you got a motel not far from the arena. Billy even said he had given the both of you an extra day. "I just wanna treat you good, is all," Billy muttered as he pulled you into the motel bed.

The next day goes by in a blur. It isn't until the following day that you know that you've gotta make the best of the clothes you packed and get ready for the concert. "Come on, Y/n, we've gotta go before we are late for parking." Billy's voice echoes through the motel walls. When the car is parked, and the two of you walk hand in hand toward the entrance, you catch glimpses of what you are walking into. "Billy?" Your voice is small in the vast area. He hums, "You're the absolute best." You say truthfully as you pull him into your side and kiss his cheek. "Keep tellin' me that, baby, because this is your New Year gift." You get into your seats. "Well?" Billy looks over at you, "What?" "Don't I get a kiss on New Year's Eve?" He rolls his eyes but grabs you softly by your throat and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.

Jonathan Byers

"Really?" He questions you as he continues to unwrap the Christmas present. You were supposed to do Christmas six days ago, but you're now at the Byers house, the day before the new year starts. "But they cost so much," Jonathan says matter-of-factly; you just shrug your shoulders. "Maybe, but you like takin' pictures, so I thought, why not. Do you not like it?" Concerned you got the wrong gift. Jonathan starts to shake his head, telling you your gift idea was good. "No, I love it, sweetheart." He tells you to put the box on the coffee table and reach over to give you a kiss on your cheek.

You exchange more presents. Having gotten some for everyone. Including Will, Mrs.Byers, and Hopper because he is also there more often nowadays. Mrs.Byers can't help but give you multiplied hugs during the night as a thanks for for coming over because, in her words, the gifts, but Jonathan seems better off now that you guys are together. The countdown starts, and before you know it the lot of you are counting down from five.

You don't catch Mrs.Byers grabbing the camera as Jonathan leans in, grabbing at your sides gently before whispering against your lips, "Three," "Two," and then "One." At one, his lips are on yours. Tasting of dinner and drink you had before you all sat down for the countdown to the new year. You don't catch the blinding light of the camera as Mrs.Byers snaps a shot of the both of you. Kissing, falling in love in one picture. She hands the film to you when you both release each other's hold. "Here you go." Mrs.Byers says warmly before setting the camera back on the coffee table.

Robin Buckley

The party is small, but it's got just enough people to make the event a little too hectic for Robin. The only reason she's there is because of Y/n. She brings such beauty that Robin can't help but follow her into the party. Only a few girls are sitting there painting their toes together, talking about the horror stories of the boys at Hawkins High. Yet all Robin can think about is Y/n. Sitting so close to her that their knees are bumping into each other. Y/n isn't adding anything to the conversation, nor is Robin, so Robin's conversation tries to have a conversation with her. "You're quiet; everything alright?" Robin asks Y/n, and when she looks over her shoulder at Robin, Robin swears her heart stops dead in beats.

"Is it that obvious?" Y/n asks Robin. "What do you mean?" Robin asks, "I'm only here because they invited you." Y/n clarifies, oh, like a slap to her face. Robin takes a moment to react to the words that have reached her ears. Y/n is there because of her, and Robin is only there because of Y/n. "Well, can I tell you a secret," Robin says, whispering. Y/n nods. "I'm here because of you, too." There's a light blush on Y/N's cheeks.

Robin and Y/n are unaware of the countdown in the background. Girls giggling together as they whoop and holler together. Instead, they are so wrapped up in each other. Robins's hands pull Y/n close by her hips and Y/n icy cold hands are pressed firmly into each side of Robins's cheeks. "I have to say this is a best new year I've had in a while." Robin squeaks out before Y/n shuts Robin up with a life-bringing kiss.

Steve Harrington

His parents were only ever home for a few days during the holidays. They had insisted on Steve bringing you to their New Year's Party. His mother was so excited when she learned that her son was finally dating again. She said Steve had been spending too much time with those kids. This party isn't really a party for young adults. It's meant for his father and mother to keep up with their appearances in Hawkins and get a more extensive social network.

So Steve pulled you away. His hand on your lower back towards his bedroom. A red solo cup filled with something of a mix, something that his father had no clue he was drinking. Steve shuts the bedroom gently to keep the sound of the light music out. "Are your parents always like that?" Y/n asks him. He shrugs his shoulders and sits down next to her on the bed. The conversation downstairs migrates outside towards the poolside. "You think they might all freeze out before returning inside?" Steve asks Y/n, and she giggles. "I'm not sure, baby."

The clock on the side table reads 11:58pm. Steve leans in. "You know you look beautiful today," Steve tells her matter-of-factly. They hum and lean in closer. They both can feel their breath from each other. The countdown to the new year is happening in slow motion as Steves's hand wraps around the back of Y/N's neck to pull them closer to his lips. When the flashes of bright colors come over through Steve's window after loud bangs of fireworks outside. He closes the gap between the both of them. A soft, meaningful kiss. One that becomes heated and addictive almost immediately. Y/n's hands are holding close, one on his chest feeling his heartbeat, the other resting on his slightly stumbled cheek. Steve pulls back lightly and whispers against Y/n's wet lips, "Happy New Year, baby."

Completed on: 12/23/23

Posted on: 01/03/24

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writer-freak · 9 months

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The way we are - Robin Buckley x gn reader (fluff)

Summary: You and Robin haven't been dating for a long time, but Robin knows that you are the more experienced one. Doubts are starting to form in her head and you are there to reassure her. Warnings: gender neutral reader, Robin being a bit insecure, lots of reassurance from reader, reader talking about a past dating mishap, just some cute fluff for our favorite lesbian, english is not my first language Wordcount: 1.1k A/n: Thank you for my bestie with coming up with the title. I really just wanted to write something for Robin after the Eddie fanfic and I hope I did her justice.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

The soft glow of warm, ambient lighting filled the room, casting a cozy atmosphere that enveloped you and Robin in the comfort of each other's presence. The two of you sat on the couch in Robin's living room, a comforting silence hanging in the air as you sipped on mugs of hot cocoa. But before the tranquility settled in, there was a moment of vulnerability that had ignited Robin's nerves. It was a few days ago when she had overheard a conversation at the local cafe, a conversation that had left her feeling uncertain and anxious. It wasn't even about her, but still, it hit too close to home for her to shake off her doubts. Her inexperience in relationships paired with her general anxiety is something that she knows makes her harder to deal with, but hearing someone talk about how inexperienced people in a relationship are hard to deal with, she questioned if you thought the same way. That is how we ended here, Robin fidgeting with the mug in her hand, her gaze momentarily fixed on the swirling steam rising from the drink. She took a deep breath and finally looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and fondness.

"So, um, about us" Robin began, her voice soft yet uncertain. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze shifting between her mug and your eyes. "I've never really been good at this relationship stuff. It's all so new to me." You offered her a reassuring smile, reaching out to take her free hand in yours before gently interlocking your fingers with hers. It wasn't uncommon for her to get nervous, it often happened when she started rambling about something, but you are always there to reassure her. "Hey, remember we're both in this together."

A small chuckle escaped Robin as she shook her head, a mixture of nervousness and amusement playing on her lips. "Yeah, I guess. But, like, what if I mess things up? What if I say something wrong or do something dumb?"

Your thumb gently stroked her knuckles, a soothing gesture meant to ease her anxiety. Leaning a bit closer, you tilted your head, meeting her eyes with sincerity. "Robin, look, no one's perfect. Relationships are a mix of awkward moments and amazing ones. And honestly, I think those awkward bits are something that makes a relationship even more fun."

Robin's gaze softened as she looked at your intertwined fingers, her lips curled into a half-smile. "You mean, it's okay to be a bit of a mess sometimes?"

"Absolutely" you replied with a nod. "In fact, I think those messy moments can help us learn more about each other. And the fact that we can share those moments together is what makes us grow even closer."

She nodded, her eyes meeting yours with a newfound sense of ease. She let out a small sigh, her shoulders relaxing as the weight of her doubts seemed to lighten. "You always know how to put things into perspective" She gave another slow exhale. "You've always been good at this. Opening up, being real…"

You grinned playfully. "Well, one of us has to, right? Besides, I've had my fair share of relationship missteps too, it's all part of the journey." Robin's eyes twinkled with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Oh, really? Do tell."

You chuckled, recalling some of your own awkward moments from the past. "Maybe we should keep my relationship mishaps for another time."

A grin spread across Robin's face as she leaned in closer "Come on you can't reassure me with this and not tell me something." You looked at her and a smile spread across your face before you gave in. "Okay, okay, one time while on a date, I was squeezing some lemon into my glass, and some of it got into the eye of my date. Let me tell you, that wasn't a fun situation, they were practically screaming and everything."

She burst into laughter, the sound filling the room with warmth. "No way! Seriously?"

"Dead serious" you confirmed with a laugh of your own. "See? We all have our moments. And trust me, I think you're doing just fine." Her gaze softened, and she took a sip of her cocoa, her expression thoughtful. "You make it sound so simple."

"It's not always simple, but it doesn't have to be complicated either" you reassured her. "We're in this together, navigating the ups and downs, learning from our slip-ups, and cherishing the moments that make us smile."

Robin's gaze met yours, a hint of gratitude shining in her eyes. "You know, you're pretty amazing at this whole reassurance thing." You winked at her playfully. "Well, I've had some practice. And you, my dear Robin, are worth every bit of it."

Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "I'm lucky to have you."

"The feeling's mutual" you admitted with a sincere nod. "And remember, you're not alone in this. We're a team, facing whatever comes our way together. Like we always have."

With a renewed sense of comfort, Robin leaned a bit closer, her head gently resting against your shoulder. "I'm glad you're on my team." You wrapped your arm around her, a contented smile forming on your lips.

Robin's cheeks flushed with a mixture of emotions, her gaze now more intent on yours. "I wouldn't want to be on anyone else's team." Your words were barely above a whisper, trying to eradicate all her doubts.

As your words hung in the air, a spark of courage ignited in both of you. The weight of your feelings seemed to fill the room, and then, with a shared glance, you leaned forward touching your forehead with hers.

"I love you, Robin." you whispered, the words carrying the weight of your emotions.

Tears shimmered in Robin's eyes, a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy. She took a deep breath, her voice shaky but sincere. "I love you too, more than you can imagine."

There was some hesitancy, but you both slowly closed the short distance between you, your hand finding a place on her thigh, and then your lips finally touched. The kiss was soft, your lips moving against each other, inexperienced but so eager for each other. When you finally parted a big smile was on both of your faces your hands holding onto each other.

Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed

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magnoliabutters · 1 year

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a collection of pride pairings

in honor of pride (2023), i present my organized masterlist of lgbtqia+ pairings. i am hoping to drop a few newer posts to celebrate this month! as a pansexual queen, i will say i am a bit heavy handed on the she/her fandoms but i intend to expand more into male x male and gn readers stories & posts. please let me know if there are any other identities or sexualities i should give more attention to!

my blog is completely a judgement free zone, but is also 18+ (mdni). if there is a pairing you are interested in, no matter how you may identify, please feel free to send a request my way. if an experience is outside of my own, please feel free to share what you're comfortable so that i can truthfully write your intentions! i am beyond happy & excited to write up your thoughts! request guidelines can be found here

happy pride everyone!

she/her pairings

• don't leave • the last of us •

🌈 pairing: ellie williams x (she/her) reader

🌈 themes: smut, pride 2023

🌈 word count: 3.2k

• where have you been • the last of us •

🌈 pairing: ellie williams x (she/her) reader

🌈 themes: violence, cute fluff

🌈 word count: ~3.8k

• something new • the last of us •

🌈 pairing: ellie williams x (she/her) reader

🌈 themes: smut, smut, smut

🌈 word count: ~3.2k

• risky business • stranger things •

🌈 pairing: robin buckley x (she/her) reader

🌈 themes: cute fluff

🌈 word count: ~2.5

gender neutral (they/them) pairings

• ghost stories • call of duty: modern warfare 2 •

🌈 pairing: simon “ghost” riley x (they/them) reader

🌈 themes: smut, angst, violence, gore & guns

🌈 word count: ~16.6k

🌈 series in progress

• muntxa si • james cameron's avatar •

🌈 pairing: jake sully x (they/them) reader

🌈 themes: smut, innocence

🌈 word count: ~3.3k

🌈 series of 3 parts

he/him pairings

• the banished ones • stranger things •

🌈 pairing: eddie munson x (he/him) reader

🌈 themes: cute fluff, hot&heavy, smut, etc.

🌈 potential tw: bullying, coming out

🌈 word count: ~10.3k

🌈 series in progress

• butter or natural • stranger things •

🌈 pairing: eddie munson x steve harrington

🌈 themes: slow burn, friends to something more

🌈 word count: ~3.3k

• can you take it all • stranger things •

🌈 pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson

🌈 themes: first time w/ a boy, innocence

🌈 potential tw: ptsd

🌈 word count: ~5.7k

• how's this gonna play out • stranger things •

🌈 pairing: modern!steve harrington x eddie munson

🌈 themes: first time w/ a boy, fruity four

🌈 word count: ~5.8k

• stories of going steddie • stranger things •

🌈 pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson x (she/her) reader

🌈 themes: poly dynamics, kinky smut

🌈 word count: ~15.8k

🌈 series of 3 parts

• i'll always be here • stranger things •

🌈 pairing: eddie munson x steve harrington (pov)

🌈 themes: comfort fluff, steddie

🌈 word count: ~2k

• nav • no-no plagiarism • requests open •

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auroracalisto · 2 years

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come what may — you and steve were childhood friends until the two of you grew apart. but now, you're back in contact, both internalizing your failed friendship, and facing the end of hawkins together. of course, with a few extra friends by your side. word count: 824 words tw: gn!reader, demobats mention, steve self-doubts, they're in the upside down, not much dialogue until the end, slight deviation from canon, also i realize this is mostly focusing in steve so that's fun a/n: requested by @hellotvshowtrash <3 ily

Between the two of you, neither of you really remembered what happened.

You didn’t have a falling out. You didn't have a crush on the same girl that got way too out of hand. You didn’t fist fight or move away or say something wrong.

The little kids you once had been grew up, and you found yourself in two different worlds.

No longer was it Steve and y/n against the world. It was a free-for-all unless you count that time Eddie Munson took you under his wing.

You fell into the nerds, a staple member of the Hellfire Club, while he claimed his throne as the king of Hawkins High. As far as you were concerned, you became a lowly subject; just another body in the sea of hormonal teenagers to impress. But to Steve? You were the only one he needed to impress. Too bad you never paid attention.

Steve hid himself behind hairspray and fake friends and parties filled with booze to forget his lost friendship with you; a grudge developed deep inside of his childish heart despite his claiming that he couldn’t care less about you.

Unfortunately, he never had been a very good liar.

But neither were you, especially when you said you didn’t care.

You might have been angry at one point, with the boy you once called best friend, but there was no reason to be mad anymore.

Not after the mall. Not after the Upside Down. Not when Steve Harrington was standing in front of you, bare, bloody chest heaving as he caught his breath.

He couldn’t be angry.

His heart pounded in his chest, fresh wounds stinging with every move. But it was okay. You were okay.

You were safe.

A part of him knew he couldn’t hesitate anymore.

Hesitation is why you were here, to begin with. You shouldn't have been here, with the gang in the Upside Down. He didn’t tell you no. He should have told you no, and then he wouldn’t have been worried about protecting you. He wouldn’t have been caught off guard by the damn bats that really put a cramp in his style.

Was he really his own worst enemy?

Maybe that’s what got him so many years ago. He hesitated and fell into the wrong crowd. The crowd that didn’t have you.

How could he truly hold a grudge when it was him all along?

He swallowed the heavy pill that was his anxiety and reached forward, cupping your tear streaked face in his hands. As he watched your eyes grow wide, he pressed his lips to yours.

He was tired of waiting for you to say you were friends again. Even then, he knew he wanted more. Months upon months led up to this very moment, fueling his every move.

Whatever grudge, whatever hesitation he felt—he knew he couldn’t have it any longer.

You could have stayed friends. He would have welcomed you, accepted everything you were. But he knew he became what he promised he never would. He knew you weren’t that kind of person, no matter how much either of you changed.

You had never been a snob—a rich bitch. You weren’t Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

And now, neither was he.

He wasn’t “The Hair.” He wasn’t an asshole. He wasn’t a womanizer. He wasn’t a bad person, despite what his mind told him at times. He was the babysitter, the guy who couldn't seem to catch the girl or the other guy or the ex-best friend right in front of him.

When was it that the two of you stopped being friends? Stopped caring? Or at least, pretending that you didn’t care?

Why wouldn’t his mind just stop racing for one damn minute?

Why wouldn’t—

Oh.

That’s why.

You were kissing him.

You were actually kissing him back.

And at that moment, he knew he was done dwelling on “The Hair” and his throne and his asshole ex-friends. He was over the demogorgons and the demobats.

All he cared about was here and now and your lips on his. And the way your fingers brushed against his and dear god—

A denim jacket hit his shoulder, drawing his attention away from your warm touch.

He looked back, seeing Eddie’s smug face. Robin snickered not too far away from him, a hand covering her wide smile.

“Told ya so,” Eddie said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “For your modesty, dude.”

A soft laugh escaped you, melting Steve to his core. Long since had been his days of melting anyone's heart. He would give anything to have you make him feel that way again.

Steve rolled his eyes, shaking the uneasy feeling that crept into his veins as he pulled on Eddie’s worn jacket.

You gave Steve a soft smile, knowing whatever happened in your past would stay there where it belonged. Steve was here, now, and you were ready for it all—come what may.

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public-slaughterhouse · 2 years

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(sort of) golden retriever y/n headcanons with nancy wheeler and co. (gender neutral)

is this what you call a headcanon anyway?

- at first you and nancy only interact because nancy needs a favor and knows you can and will do it for her, maybe she needs something that she otherwise doesn't have access to

- she gets this whole spiel ready to convince you, but doesn't even get to finish it because you're jumping at the chance to help her out, no explanation needed

- nancy already got whatever information she needed the next day, because (y/n) is eager to please and nance is just honestly impressed

- then nancy is slowly bringing you to more and more outings, whether you two just ran into each other or you get invited deliberately for having an affinity to collect important information

- as nancy eases you into her friend group the others are a wee bit wary of you but you grow on them just as quickly

- eddie and robin like to pick on you because they find you easy to mess with, but it's okay because it's funny lol

- nancy sometimes half-heartedly shoos them away from you after getting tired of hearing their voices too much

- other times though she is only acting like she's on your side, then joins them to take a jab at you here and there, all the while her chin is perched on top of your head and fingers are pinching your cheeks

- after that you constantly start greeting eddie by body slamming into him with a running start

- eddie is happy to reciprocate, robin and nancy just roll their eyes knowing there's no correcting you two

- when eddie bruises your ego too much, you jump at the chance to jab him in the side, but of course that more often than not results in both of you on the ground, attempting to overcome the other in a weird sort of play fighting ritual

- at first robin got a bit concerned, thinking eddie will accidentally crush you under him, but you proved to be resilient and got back at eddie more than a few times

- but after a while all the others get used to it and just wait it out until you two are tired and laying on top of each other, at that point only able to shoot insults at each other much like two 1st graders would

- nancy will always watch from the corner of her eye though, with the smallest smile on her face

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #male reader #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x you #robin buckley #eddie munson #eddie munson & reader #robin buckley & reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #stranger things imagine #fanfiction #headcanon #reader insert #reader #reblog if you liked it coward

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munsonxmayhem · 2 years

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You, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, and Steve are sat in a circle.

You: *lost in thought*

Robin: Alright.. Eddie! *she points to him*

You: SMASH!

Steve: Wh-

Nancy: Huh?

Robin: (Y/N)-

You: What? The game? Smash or pass, right?

Robin: No! Oh my god!

Steve: Never have I ever! It’s Eddie’s turn..

Eddie: Uh.. actually I’ve done it all. Let’s go, sweetheart! *he grabs your hand and drags you away from the group*

Steve: Gross! Not in my bed, please!

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Not my usual type of writing but I think this would be hilarious 😂

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson blurb #robin buckley #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #eddie munson x gender neutral reader

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thewriterg · 2 years

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♡︎No pain♡︎ S.H+R.B

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x gn!reader, Steve Harrington x powerful!reader, Robin Buckley x gn!reader, Robin Buckley x powerful!reader

Summary: you overstimulated yourself with your powers again but in the end you could always manage -especially with a high pain tolerance- but your S/o’s think otherwise

Word count: 800+

Warning(s): Injuries, One Mention of blood, Polyamory relationships, Reader has powers like scarlet witch, Reader being a pain in the ass 😍, and Language

A/n:—GIF isn’t mine— I got these ideas from a prompt list but uhh enjoy me feeding you soft Steve and Robin <3

“You’re in a bad mood, are you in pain?” Robin questioned looking down at you sprawled out on Steve’s couch even with your eyes closed you could feel her gaze on you before you peeled your eyes open looking furrowing your eyebrows

“They’re in pain but I don’t know what’s wrong” Robin pointed out as Steve was immediately by your side on the couch Robin following after him as they checked you over for any injuries that would be noticeable to the eye which they were relieved at the fact but that still didn’t keep the overbearing questions from flowing

“Listen okay im still a Little worn out from the mall I just been having aneurysms they’ll pass” You explained getting up from the couch before spinning in a circle to prove your point while your partner’s looked at you with seemingly horror

“Y/n the fight at the mall was two weeks ago!” Steve stressed as you face palmed yourself sighing deeply into your hand how the hell would you get out of this oh that’s right you wouldn’t be able to

“What’s your pain on scale from one to ten” Robin questioned feeling around your head for a heat source with the back on your hand finding none but rather your neck was fairly warm

“Four at the highest” You mumbled swatting your girlfriend hands away from your face as Steve ran to go get his cars keys from the dish bowl

"When you say your pain's a 4 out of 10 that's a normal person's 8 out of 10. We're going to the hospital." Steve called out to you grabbing your coat from the coat rack and sliding it over your shoulders

Robin did the same with her own coat all three of you only in pajamas while you rolled your eyes knowing neither of them would be able to let it go before Steve picked you up bridal style declaring your thick fuzzy sock enough to keep your feet warm as all three of you made it out of the Harrington house hold

With a flick of your wrist red crimson spark flew through the air locking the door behind all of you as Robin rushed to open the backseat car door Steve slipping you in the car careful not to hit your head on the hood Robin declaring she would sit by your side wrapping a thick blanket around your shoulders that Steve kept in his car before Steve rushed to the drivers side almost slipping on ice in the process before speedily making it out the driveway while You sighed heavily for the seemingly 45th time in fifteen minutes before closing your eyes

“Yn?, Yn! Hey!” Robin tapped your cheek as you irritably open your eyes to look at your girlfriend who sighed in relief before making it very clear that Steve was driving like he was ninety and not nineteen which irked your boyfriend who was already pushing sixty passing a school zone to push it up to an eighty making his way on the highway the twenty minute drive to the hospital from the Harrington house hold quickly becoming ten

When Steve pulled into the ER parking lot he nor Robin waisted any time to get you out of the car just as before Robin opening and shutting the door for Steve to pick you up bridal style rushing you into the medical doors

After waiting half an hour in the waiting room eight different lavatory test peeing in a cup three times and two x ray scanning it came out to you having the most MINOR internal bleeding on the chart and as the doctor read it out to the room you couldn’t help but want to bang your head against the wall at how this was going to turn out for you

“You do see to be healing inhumanly fast it’s a miracle that you hit you head more than two weeks ago and your bleeding is still so minor we’re going to keep you for about two days just in case your partner’s are welcome to stay” The Doctor smiled before exiting the room not like they wouldn’t stay if they couldn’t you thought before you began to get babied left to right you could even you use the bathroom without ‘assistance’

After you got discharged and we’re out on bed rest with ibuprofen you would’ve thought you had broken every bone in your body as your lovers cared for you not letting you lift a finger that including to touch a remote

“Are you sure you don’t need anymore tea”

“Robinnnn” You whined swatting your girlfriends hand away from your face for the seemingly 8th time in two hours

“Alright I’m going, I’m just going to go get the take out and Steve will be here soon with you prescription and-”

“Robin go!”

“Alright I’m going”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger thing season 4 #romance #fluff #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #polyamourous #poly relationship #polyamory #i love you #thewriterg

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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how people can change

steve harrington x gn!byers!reader

word count: 4,427

warnings: swearing, like one use of y/n, mentions of season one steve's bullshit, mentions of death, enemies to friends to more type beat

a/n: my very first *full* steve fic. look at us. who woulda thought? not me. i've been working on this since february. don't look at me, i know. i know. but i think i've gotten some sort of hold on how i'd like to write steve. some of the dialogue (season 2) isn’t mine. (also the title is a lyric from strange by celeste!) let me know what you think, okay? i love you. steve loves you. don't tell me if it's bad.

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November 1984

The door slams behind you with a deafening thud, and you take the extra five seconds to lock it. You know, that action no one else in your family seems to be capable of performing.

The house is quiet, and you step over the map of Hawkins sprawling over the hardwoods, careful not to damage Will’s work.

Your keys clang against the table, knocking into your mother’s ashtray. It’s dead quiet again, and you freeze at a subtle interruption in the silence. There’s a muffled sound coming from somewhere else in your home, and frankly you’ve had enough of everything the last couple of days. Which is why Joyce sent you home to get some sleep, to clear your head.

There’s no denying that you have a soft spot for Will. He’s always been your buddy. And you love Jonathan, you do, and he’s got this sick ability to know what you’re thinking or feeling before you do, but he doesn’t need your protection like Will does.

Will is your best friend. And he’s got one hell of a support system with you, Jonathan and your mom behind him. He deserves the world. You’ve always thought that.

You quickly infer that it’s a walkie making the sound, based on the staticky crackle, the slightly muffled voice of whoever’s trying to get through from the other side.

Yours is off—you know it is—so it has to be Will’s. Jonathan was too good for a walkie-talkie.

You step down the hallway, pushing your younger brother’s bedroom door the rest of the way open. You scan the small area for it, listening.

“Code red! This is a code red! I repeat, this is a good red! Shit, is anyone there?”

You snatch up the device, extending the antenna.

“Dustin? Is that you?”

“Jesus christ! Where have you been?” Dustin exclaims, and you swear you can hear someone else interfering with his words.

“Sorry! I wasn’t home. What’s wrong?” You sit on the edge of Will’s bed. It’s so much comfier than yours.

“It’s Dart! He’s, he’s just…you know what? It’s a long story. Where are you right now?”

This time you definitely hear another voice, and maybe even music.

“Dart? You kept him, right? I fucking knew it, Henderson! You’re so not a good liar.”

“That’s for sure.�� You can’t place the voice, not over the walkie and over Dustin’s rambling, but you do catch that and it’s enough to leave you curious.

The boy starts to argue back, but you cut him off. “Dustin, who are you with?”

“Uh,” he coughs, “Well you see, um…Steve Harrington. I’m with Steve Harrington.”

Dustin gets a severe eye roll from said partner-in-crime, but he brushes it off.

“What?” You’re so confused. How did that even happen?

“I know! But everyone’s been MIA!”

“Oh my god,” you say, and Dustin can practically see you face-palming.

“Look,” he shoves a handful of rogue curls back under the brim of his hat. “Can you just meet up with us? The old junkyard?”

You push off of Will’s bed, and start walking through the house again, retrieving your things. So much for a nap or eating anything other than hospital Jell-O. What are you gonna say? Fuck no?

“Yeah, yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank god,” Dustin breathes. “See you then. Over.”

You make sure to check the batteries in Will’s walkie before you go, and then you’re back in your car again, backing out just as aggressively as your mother (something you said you’d never do).

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“Yeah, Farrah Fawcett. You tell anyone I just told you that, and your ass is grass you’re dead, Henderson. Do you understand?”

“Yep.”

“Okay.”

Dustin goes quiet for a minute, watching each step he takes. The train tracks are old, and there are one too many loose nails for his liking. “So what’s Y/N got against you, man?”

Steve adjusts one of the gloves he’s wearing, trying not to think about the fact that he’s gonna smell like raw meat for who knows how long. “Uh, I don’t know, exactly. Never really talked to them before. But I’d assume it’s the–”

“The assholery?” Dustin interrupts.

“Dude.”

“What? It’s true.”

“No, yeah, you’re right.”

Dustin catches the slip in Steve’s attitude almost immediately. “Hey, they’re good, okay? I don’t think you’re a total dick, if that means anything. You’re trying and that’s what matters, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, we will. Thanks, Henderson.”

Dustin gives Steve a winning smile. This kid could rule the world, he thinks.

“Anytime,” Harrington. He lifts his hand up, awaiting a fist bump that Steve returns without a second thought.

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You wander down the trail of raw meat you’ve found, not bothering to even question what's happening or where the meat came from. Frankly, you don’t really want to know.

At the end of your path, you catch a glimpse of familiar curls, even if they are crushed under the red brim of a hat.

“Dustin?”

The boy practically gives himself whiplash turning around to face you.

“Holy shit, I’m so glad you’re here. It’ll be nice to have someone older than me who’s not a total pain in the ass.”

“Hey, I heard that.”

The voice pulls your attention away from Dustin. When you look up, Steve Harrington is walking out of the biggest vehicle in this abandoned lot: a school bus. He’s wiping his hands on his jeans and pushing the ends of his sleeves up.

Dustin looks at you. “You guys have to be acquaintances at the least, right?”

You nod at him, feeling your face burn. If there’s a word for a less-than-acquaintance, you don’t know it. But that’s probably where your relationship with this boy lies. King Steve isn’t really someone you just miss.

But yeah, you know him. You know he’s a dick.

“Hi.” Steve pushes his sunglasses up into his hair and crosses his arms.

“Hi.”

You only look at him for a moment before your eyes are back on Dustin. The younger boy notices the tension radiating from you, and honestly, he gets it. Steve Harrington wasn’t exactly the person he’d planned on spending his day with, but here he was. Desperate times call for desperate measures or whatever.

“So what are we doing?” You ask.

Dustin puts his thumbs underneath the straps of his backpack, bouncing on the balls of his feet a little. “It’s a long story. Best if we talk while we work.”

You roll your eyes at him, but follow the thirteen-year-old wherever he wants to go. You’re not sure you could deny Dustin Henderson anything.

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You watch as Max, a young girl you’ve just met, stomps up the steps of the ladder you’ve rigged inside the mess of a bus that you’re camped out in.

Your chest aches because what Dustin just said to her was rude, it was rude, and you can’t believe the two of them. You sit, arms crossed and leg shaking up and down, glaring at Steve.

You find it hard to believe that after everything you’ve learned tonight, about Dart, about Mews—which you’re never going to get over because you only visit Dustin’s house for his cat, never him—that this is what they’re doing now.

“That’s good,” Steve says. “Just show her you don’t care.”

Dustin is pacing, hands deep in his pockets. “I don’t,” he breathes.

Steve winks. Watching the two of them is like watching a tennis match. You don’t even like tennis.

“Why are you winking, Steve?”

You drag your hand down your face, sick of hearing this stupid ass conversation. When Dustin sits, the constant clink of metal where Steve keeps flicking his lighter open over and over starts to give you a headache.

“Fuck, Steve, would you quit it already?”

He scoffs, snapping the lid to his Zippo closed harder than he had been before. “What’s your problem?”

“You’re pissing me off, that’s my problem.”

Steve’s brow furrows. He doesn’t really understand the sudden need for aggression.

“Is this really the time for you to be yelling at me?”

“Is this really the time for you to be a dick?”

Dustin jerks the antenna on his walkie down, clearly sick of the two of you. “Would you children stop bickering? This is a life or death situation we have going on here.”

“I’d prefer death,” you proclaim.

Dustin glares at you. “I can arrange that if you’d really rather die, than act civil for one evening.”

“I think all of the civility,” you gesture vaguely with your hands, “went out the window when you asked me to come help fight demo-dogs.”

Steve snorts at your words, and you glare at him, an “oh, is that funny?” look on your face.

Dustin rearranges the hat on his head, stuffing his curls underneath it once again. “Alright. I’m gonna go check on our status, you two…work shit out, okay?”

“Dude,” Steve starts, “I’m older than you. I don’t have to listen to your instructions.” He gestures vaguely with his hands.

Dustin flips him off, and that’s the only response Steve receives, leaving the two of you alone in the bus.

You remain quiet, hoping that if you do you might just disappear or dissolve into the cracked leather of the seat you're sitting on. Then there really wouldn’t be any form of confrontation.

Steve starts flipping the lid to his Zippo open and shut repeatedly again, but this time it doesn’t annoy you. In fact, it gives you something to focus on, and you know that if you had one you’d be doing the same exact thing.

You wonder if he’s nervous. Or just bored.

Your knee begins to bounce when you realize that he’s looking at you, that he’s stopped messing with the lighter. But you refuse to look back, staring instead at the way the moonlight glints off of the metal in between his fingers.

“So what’s your problem with me?”

The way Steve says those words is so unlike the way he’s spoken the rest of the day, the way he’s behaved with Dustin, that you feel a pang in your chest.

He sounds like he used to.

“Did you even hear that? How conceded you just sounded? Like it’s funny that I might have a problem with you, king Steve?”

Obviously the use of his nickname hits a nerve. He shoves the lighter back into his pocket and sits up, tucking his hands under his knees.

“Would you just cut the shit and tell me what your problem is then?”

You sit up, matching his stance. There’s a part of you that wants to piss him off. You ache for it.

“You’re a dick, that’s my problem.”

Steve scoffs.

“That’s it? Like I don’t already know that?”

You roll your eyes, oblivious to the fact that all three of the younger kids you’re with have their heads hung over the escape latch in the top of the bus, listening eagerly.

“You think I’m just gonna put up with you, Harrington? I’m sorry, did you forget the slut shaming you and your shitty friends did publicly last fall? Because I sure as hell didn’t. I didn’t forget that you walk around like you fucking own the entirety of Hawkins because you’re swimming in daddy’s money. I didn’t forget that your girlfriend took my best friend away from me.”

You stop, and Steve just looks at you. You realize how heavy you’re breathing and subconsciously watch the steady movement of his chest, trying to match the pace and calm down. You hadn’t meant to get worked up like that. But sometimes…sometimes shit just happens.

Steve sighs. Honestly he feels a little sick. And he could argue with you some more, say that you don’t know what you’re talking about, that that’s the past, that he’s getting better. But that feels shallow. It feels meaningless. Because he knows it’s true. That in worrying about only himself or getting the girl or impressing whoever, he hurt loads more people than he realized.

It’s such bullshit, he thinks. This life he’s been living.

“You know, I’ve gotten plenty of earfuls about my actions from Dustin, I promise you that much. He can be very mean.”

You snort, considering there’s absolutely no denying that. “He’s a smart kid.”

Steve nods. He’s trying to think of a way to respond. He’s not good with words.

“Look, I-I know I’m a dick, okay?” he starts. You decide to be brave and look at him. He seems to like that. The eye contact. It’s like it lets him know you’re paying attention. He doesn’t get a lot of that, not away from school.

“The thing with Nancy,” he gestures with his hands, looking away from you and at the wall of the bus, like it hurts him to talk about or something. “I don’t know. My solution to not getting what I wanted was apparently to take it out on her. Tommy H. proposed the idea, and I didn’t stop it.”

“You know I cleaned it off, right?” he continues.

You uncross your arms and sit up, criss crossing your legs instead. “No. I didn’t know that.”

“It’s okay. It’s not like I broadcasted the information across Hawkins. Tommy and Carol don’t even know.”

Oh. The fact that they didn’t know tells you that he did it without needed recognition. He did it because he wanted to.

“I just—she saw it. And then there was the whole thing…”

You start to grin before you catch yourself, but he sees it.

“It’s okay, you can laugh. I got the shit beat out of me.”

“You deserved it.”

He can’t argue with that. He won’t argue with it. “You’re right. I did. I said and did a lot that day that I regret.”

You nod, and then you’re both just looking at one another. It’s quiet out here, the same quiet you get at home, where you can hear the crickets, where you know there will be lightning bugs in the warmer months, free to roam uninterrupted by human activity.

Steve pushes his hair from his forehead, and though he sees you track the movement of his hand, he doesn’t point it out.

“What did you mean about your friend?”

If you’re being honest with yourself, you hadn’t intended for that to come out, but being in such close proximity to Steve in this moment had just made everything spill out.

You try to wave him off. “That was a whole thing. I didn’t mean to spill my guts like that.”

“No, it’s okay, I want to know. If you want to tell me, that is.”

You nod, chewing at your thumb nail now. Steve has the urge to reach forward and pull it free so you won’t hurt yourself, but he doesn’t. Instead he stays still and quiet, watching you contemplate a while.

Eventually he decides to keep going.

“I’m trying, you know,” he tells you. You look up and it gives him that little push to continue speaking. “To be better. I know you think I’m a total dick, and you’re not wrong, I know that, but I really am trying to be better. To be a good influence on those little shits.” He quirks his head upwards where he knows all three of his charges are eavesdropping, without a doubt.

You take a second and look at him. Really look at him. He seems to carry himself differently, though it’s not something you’d notice if you weren’t looking. He’s not dressed like his mommy picked out his outfit. He looks messy. The mess draws you in.

“I believe you. And I-I know I shouldn’t stereotype you, but it’s just—”

“I am a walking stereotype,” Steve grins. So do you.

“Yeah. I guess so. But I believe that you’re working on it. I suppose some people don’t remain assholes forever.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, though a little distracted. You still haven’t told you what you meant, but that’s not what’s really bugging him.

There’s this pull inside him. This longing for a friend. A real friend. Not someone he knows just because their dads were up each other's asses, or someone he just sits with at lunch because they’re of the same status quo.

And he just feels so alone right now. What with Nancy, this girl he thought he was in love with and everything, but clearly she doesn’t feel the same. What’s he even supposed to do with that? Did he ever actually know anything about her?

It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that he’s sitting here with you, hanging out with thirteen-year-olds and hiding from creatures Steve’s brain can’t even begin to decipher.

“Barb,” you say. Steve panicked a little internally at the mention of her name, considering. But he keeps his eyes on you, focused on each word that leaves your mouth. “She was my best friend, in middle school that is.”

He nods. Oh. Oh.

“We were still close when we got to high school, had a little group and everything, right? And even though high school kinda fucks everything up, I didn’t want to believe that would happen to our little partnership, you know?”

He nods again, trying his best to pay attention. He’s trying harder than he ever has in school. He probably shouldn’t ever say that out loud.

“Anyways, she was my best friend. She was all I knew, and then we got to lovely Hawkins High, and she met Nancy. Nancy and I never really clicked, even when we tried. I guess it’s because I’ve always thought she was a pretentious bitch—sorry, Steve—but I don’t know. We just fell apart after that.”

“So Barb had Nancy and I had…no one. And the way my brain saw it was Nancy took my best friend from me, and then Nancy started seeing you, and so I saw those two from across the cafeteria, lounging with the popular kids. With you. And then she died.”

Steve is looking at you in a way he’s never looked at you before. Like he’s in awe of you. And it’s not anything negative. It’s warm. Understanding. Like something you’ve said has straightened something out in his brain, sorted something he couldn’t figure out on his own.

“S-so it was like we took her from you, in a way?” he asks.

“Yeah. And you didn’t. God, you didn’t. But it just felt like this…” you trail off, searching for the right words.

“Domino effect?”

“Yeah! Yeah. Exactly. And it’s not your fault, not at all. But I guess I already saw you as some dickish rich kid and that gave me another reason to stay the fuck away from you. And now that I’m saying it out loud I realize how awful it sounds because people change, you know?”

“No, I get it. I’ve been an asshole, and I’m sure I still am—Dustin can attest to that—but there are rich assholes that don’t change or probably won’t ever change. I know a few of them.”

You go quiet again. Steve doesn’t want you to stop talking. He’s starting to think he likes the sound of your voice.

“It’s good that you’re changing, Steve. I’m sorry I said you were such a dick.”

A breathy laugh leaves his throat. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m sorry for…everything.”

“Maybe we can make a truce or something. Start over. It’s not like we really know each other that well anyhow.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s cool. Whatever you want.” He means that. He thinks he’d do whatever you wanted him to.

“Okay. Maybe we can just try and figure it out.”

“I’d like that,” Steve says. He stops himself from proclaiming that he wants to try and fix this with you. Because you’re listening to him. You’re not mad. He doesn’t want you to disappear on him after this.

You give him a small smile and he swears he might cry. Not that that feeling lasts.

“Hey!” Dustin is leaning down into the bus, hands clasped together. “I’m so glad we’ve got this handled, but we’ve got a code red, so let’s get this show on the road, yeah?”

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June 1985

The door to the back room swings open, a frazzled boy rushing in. You drop your candy wrapper on the table, and Robin keeps talking about the girl that you missed coming in this morning. She was “such a babe.”

“Hello?” Steve stands in front of the both of you, hands on his hips. You have to fight back a laugh.

Your eyes find Steve’s immediately, and you swear they soften, but maybe you’re imagining it. You nudge Robin’s leg where your foot is propped up on one of the supports under her chair.

She stops flailing and looks up, seeing Steve’s hand raised where he’d been about to snap to get her attention. She quirks a brow. “Don’t you snap at me, Harrington! This is important shit.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Could you two come and help me? I’m dying out here!”

It’s one of the hottest days of the year, and Scoops has had a line since it opened at ten.

You look at your watch. “My shift doesn’t start for…fifteen minutes.” He rolls his eyes at you, though the gesture is void of any malice it could possibly hold.

“Yeah, well this is supposed to be my break, so get out there, Buckley!”

She stands, though she’s pouting. “Come on.”

“You took the job,” he says, shoving her through the door. Robin gives him a look that you can’t see, but you can practically feel it from across the small room.

Steve lets out an exaggerated sigh, ripping off the hat he’s been wearing and throwing it on the table in front of you.

You watch him rummage through a bag before he emerges from its depths with a banana and throws himself down in the chair across from you, lifting your leg up from where you’d moved it to occupy the seat Robin had abandoned. His hand is warm on the bare skin of your calf, and he shifts the chair some, laying your leg across both of his.

“Steve.”

“Huh?” He peels the banana, aggressively fast actually, and rips off a chunk, popping it into his mouth.

“Why do you have a banana?”

He meets your eyes. “Snack, duh.” He chews, and then gestures at the closed window. “Been working up a sweat out there I think I deserve a break.”

You grin at him, and he feels like he might hit the floor.

“Want some?” Steve pulls off a chunk and holds it out to you.

“Did you wash your hands?”

He gasps, mid-chew, and forces himself to swallow. “D-did I—yes, I washed my hands, mom, I’m not four.”

“Eh,” Robin’s voice breaks your little bubble. She’s pulled the window open–that way she can eavesdrop– propping herself up on her elbows.

That makes you laugh, and when you smile your cheek is full of banana and Steve swears something is breaking inside of him.

“Gang up on me then why don’t you,” he says, handing you the last piece he’s got left. He tosses the peel in the trash, “what do you want anyhow, Robin?”

“Your break is up, and her shift has started. Let’s get to slinging ice cream, shitheads!”

You wipe your hands on your shorts and hop up. Steve doesn’t move, just looks at you.

“C’mon, Steven. It’ll be lunch sooner than later.”

He grins. His eyes look tired and you wonder if he slept any last night. He told you once recently that he doesn’t always sleep well, that sometimes he has to listen to tapes in order to keep his head from being so busy, to keep the thoughts from being so loud.

Steve has told you a lot since last fall. There’s a significant bit more that you know that’s more than what he’s given Robin, but you know he’ll let her in. He just needs the time.

Though sometimes you think he might be giving you everything. The parts of himself he’s never shown anyone else. Because you’ve been such a good listener, and Steve’s never really had that before.

He wishes he had the balls to tell you more. But he can’t fuck it up this time. Not with you. You’re too good.

Steve is your best friend now. You know that. He knows it.

If yourself from a year ago could see you now, she’d probably knock your fucking teeth in. But he’s just so much more than you thought. You’re not sure you’ll ever forgive yourself for not thinking there could be more in him, though he’s told you not to be upset. You’ve told him the same when he berates himself for not having paid you more attention in school.

It’s the past. You can’t live there. And today, you’re scooping ice cream for pre-sticky kids, for shitty pay, but it doesn’t matter because you have him. You have Robin.

You stick out your hand, and Steve takes it without a second thought. His palm engulfs yours, skin warm and a little calloused.

“We can watch whatever you want tonight.”

He squeezes your hand. You and Robin are supposed to have a sleepover with him tonight. He suggested he sleep in a guest room and you two have his bed, but Robin said she needs to be cuddled. You said you’re not letting him sleep anywhere but his bed.

“I thought you wanted to watch Girls Just Want to Have Fun.”

“I always wanna watch that. But you can pick first, Stevie.”

Stevie. His stomach flips at that. You don’t let it out often, but when you do it’s like Steve might just die right there.

He straightens, deal clearly made, and you pull him up–not that you need to.

You push through the door with him, and immediately regret it. It’s like the soccer moms can smell your fear, and you know it.

“Breathe,” Steve says. “Dustin’s here.”

He is. The entire party. That you can deal with.

You think you could deal with an absurd line and angry mothers for the rest of your life if it meant assembling Dustin and Lucas’ weird orders. Even if you have to endure Will’s questioning looks and his pleas that you bring some ice cream home. If you have to listen to Robin’s word vomit.

If it meant spending time with Steve, you’d do it.

God, how shit changes.

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d3adp00ls · 2 years

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(Totally didn't accidentally delete the ask)

Definitely

Fandom: Stranger things

Pairing: Robin Buckley x reader

Word count: 1,115

Warnings: Curse words, steve is a stalker, Enemies to Lovers, not proofread, the ending was kinda rushed.

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You had first seen Robin in 5th grade, but you officially met her in 8th grade, you guys had to do a project together, even though you didn't want to, the thing is, you hated the blue-eyed girl, everything she did irritated you, the way that when she was nervous she wouldn't stop rambling, the way she would bite her lip when she was deep in thought, the way she laughs at Harringtons stupid jokes. it all made you hate her more, she was just annoying, but what you hated most was the way you would feel every time you saw her and Steve Harrington together, you were supposed to hate her, you did hate her, yet you can't stop yourself from being jealous, so every time you saw her you would start an argument with her each chance you got. So when you find yourself stuck with both of them, Nancy Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, and Max Mayfield in a house where a family died looking for some monster named Vecna that was killing teenagers like yourself, you aren't very pleased for numerous reasons, especially when Nancy makes pairs and sets you up with Robin Buckley herself, you tried to object but Nancy only shook her head.

“This isn't the time for arguing with who and who you don't want to go with, this is no place for that, just go with Robin,” she says before going to look around.

To be honest you believe she just did this because she herself didn't wanna be paired up with her after they went to go speak with that Creel guy.

You mumble something before going to follow Robin upstairs.

You both entered a room and began looking around for any clues.

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After a little while, you gave up and sat on the floor waiting for Robin to finish.

When she finally finishes she walks over to you and sits down next to you.

“Hi,” she says looking over at you with a small smile.

You respond with a small smile before going back to playing with your rings.

“Y/n?” you replied with a hum.

“Why do you hate me?” she asks and you froze at the question.

“What?”

“It's just, you always seem to be so mad to be around me and you always start arguments with me and just a few minutes ago when Nancy paired us up you tried to argue and say no, I'm just wondering if I did something that hurt you?”

“I..” You don’t know how to respond I mean why did you hate her, why did you hate everything she did, honestly everything she does is normal, you even do some of the things she does, do you dislike yourself? Well, kind of…but that doesn't have anything to do with her, it's not her fault, so why the hell did you-

“I dont know..” You mumble and she looks at you before turning to play with her own rings.

“So you just argue with me for no reason?” she mumbles.

“No… there's a reason..”

“Then what is it?” she asks eagerly, your heart starts to beat faster and you groan.

“Why do you care? It doesn't even matter. Just leave me alone” you say before standing up and trying to walk away, but she follows and continues to speak.

“Yes it does matter, I want to know why you seem to hate me so much that you can't even stand being around me, why you always roll your eyes even if I only breathe, why you start arguments with me over small things that even matter, why-”

“BECAUSE I'M SCARED!!” you yell making her stop speaking and moving.

“What?”

“Because I'm fucking scared!” you say turning around to face her.

“Of me?”

“What? Hell no, I'm scared of my feelings for…” you stop speaking looking away.

“for? “ she says which your only response is a gulp.

“Y/n, for who!!”

“FOR YOU DAMN IT!!” you yell.

It takes a moment for her to react but I didn't wait I just continued.

“I fucking like you and I can't help but think about you all the fucking time, and I fucking hate it because I know it's wrong to like the same gender in a place like Hawkins, but I can't help it, everything you do just makes me fall for you even more, and I just get angry and jealous when I see you and Steve together, And I know you guys aren't a thing or anything but still its just…your guy's relationship makes me jealous the fact that he can put a smile on your face or make you laugh its just…I dont know…I guess I just wish it was me instead of him..” you mumble the last part looking down towards the ground.

“Whoa-” she finally says and you let out a dry chuckle in response.

“I know it's pathetic, I'm sorry for bothering you all this time I just-”

“Nonono it's not pathetic at all I…you really like me? Like for real? Me?” she says lifting her hand to point at herself.

you nod.

“Holy shit,” she mumbles while running her hand through her hair.

You only stand there staring at the ground with my hands stuffed into your jean pockets.

“Y/n…if I had I known that you…Shit- this is crazy I...I dont know what to say” She mumbles

“You dont like me back. It's cool, I-”

“No! No… I definitely like you… a lot, it's just…why didn't you just tell me? I didn't even think you were gay.”

“I didn't think you were gay, plus I can't really just go around telling girls I like them, who knows what'll happen, this is a small town, word gets by quickly,” you say scratching the back of my neck.

“So you like me?” you ask and she nods.

“And you like me?” she asks and nods.

“Wow…thats crazy,” she says with a laugh, you laugh with her.

“FUCKING FINALLY!!”

You jump at the sound of Harrington yelling and coming out of know where.

“Holy shit steve-” you mumble.

“I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOREVER!!” He yells grabbing Robin's arm and going to grab yours but you back up before he can touch you.

“Were you listening to our conversation the whole time?” Robin asks him looking at him questionably.

“YES!!.. I mean…no?... It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you guys are finally together!!” He says with a toothy grin looking at both of you.

“Together?” you ask.

“Yeah…didnt you guys make it official?” he asks.

“I dont know…did we?” you ask looking at Robin.

“Definitely,” Robin says with a nod.

“Definitely.” You say with a smile.

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Ok, so this is my first request yayy.. I know I kind of changed some things if you don't like how it turned out you can just ask me to try again I guess but uh until next time .

bye, simps.

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angelkissiies · 2 years

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from inside the house

eddie x reader x gareth

tw/cw : violence, panic, fear, death, blood, stalking behavior, 80s slasher vibes, some fluff, some hurt/comfort, final group, final girl vibes.

a/n : disclaimer, this is set after the events of season 4 in a slightly altered universe where things aren’t as hellish in hawkins. Gareth is 18, reader is 18, Robin is 18, and Eddie is 20. enjoy this thriller!

word count : 5679

“Be safe!” Robin yelled from her front porch, watching as you walked down the sidewalk away from her house. It was just beginning to get dark and you wanted to leave with some daylight left outside, hoping you’d be able to get home in time for curfew.

You smiled, nodding your head. “I promise! I’ll call you as soon as I get home.” This was normal for the two of you, seeing as you spent most waking moments together. Robin was your best friend and any free time the two of you had was spent doing whatever would fill the time. Today it was attempting to bake a cake she had seen on the front of a magazine- lets just say it didn’t go so well.

The streetlights began to flicker on as you made your way home, Illuminating the roads in a pale yellow light that seemed to dim unexplainably. It didn’t bother you much, you’d been walking these roads for years now and hadn’t come across much of an issue. As of late though, a creeping feeling had begun to infiltrate your senses, telling you something was wrong- yet everything remained perfectly normal. It only made sense to push that anxiety away, seeing as you were sure nothing was going to happen.

That was, until you began to hear the the sound of mismatched footsteps coming from somewhere around you. That in itself, made no sense. As far as you could see in all directions, you were completely alone. It was only about another mile till you got home, so you decided to continue to ignore the nagging feeling. Picking up your pace, you began to hear it louder. This time, it sounded as if it was running. As you glanced behind you, a wave of terror washed over you.

A man clad in dark clothes was sprinting at full speed behind you, eyes locked on you as if he were an animal hunting it’s prey. He was moving so fast it felt like he’d catch up with you at any second. No sound escaped his mouth other than gasps, or at least that’s what you thought.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed, beginning to sprint down the overgrown sidewalks and eventually moving into the road to avoid the fallen branches. He had begun to gain on you, causing a new found sense of terror fill your chest. The close proximity allowed you to understand the jumbles of words coming from his mouth- though they didn’t make you feel any better.

‘Can’t you tell how in love with you I am? Just let me touch you, baby. I want to feel you from inside, underneath that pretty skin of yours.’

Your stomach twisted into a thousand knots, it was almost enough to make you vomit. Up ahead, you could finally see the gleam of the front porch light that sat outside of your home. It was a beacon of hope in pursuit of safety, as your pursuer was now just a couple footfalls away from reaching you. His arms grasping out to get hold of the jacket that hung around your waist, if he succeeded- you’d be done for. Whatever he had planned would indeed happen, whether it be murder or something much worse- you didn’t care to find out. The strain in your legs screamed as you finally landed on the grass of your lawn, dodging the sprinkler system that stuck up haphazardly from the ground.

The attacker seemed to not realize before it was too late and tripped over the small piece of metal. He scrambled to get back to his feet, but it was too late. You had gotten inside. His feet carried him up the stairs and his fists began to pound on the hard oak door, screaming something less than intelligible.

The air barely had time to reach your lungs as you swung around into the kitchen to lock the padlock on the back door, just in time to, as the man had the same idea. His hands pulled at the door knob, eyes meeting yours through the small window above the kitchen sink. They shined with something sinister, something scarily familiar.

You kept your eyes on him until he disappeared around the back of the house, somewhere too far for you to see from the kitchen. You attempted to calm yourself, heart pounding erratically in your chest. What the fuck was happening? One minute it’s a normal day and the next you’re running from some psycho that wants to get under your skin, literally. As the shake begin to leave your hands, you moved across the kitchen to the house phone. There were only two people in this entire town you could count on. Not even the police would handle this efficiently as you knew they could.

Eddie and Gareth. The closest friends you’d ever had excluding Robin. The two boys in town that would drop everything in a heartbeat to be with you when you needed it. It was 7:30 now, meaning they were probably finishing up band practice. Gareth’s house was the usual destination for the band, as his garage was much roomier and he’d just installed new soundproofing for his parents sake.

The phone was gripped tightly in your hand, each ring sending a thrill of anticipation into your stomach. At any time, that man could come back and attempt to get in. The thought sent a wave of uneasiness over you, eyes darting from window to window- searching for anything to suggest he was lurking.

“(Y/n)! Hey! You missed a great practice-,” Gareth’s voice rang out from the other end of the line, breaking up into a staticy whisper towards the end.

His voice almost brought you to tears, holding the phone close- you cut him off mid sentence. “Gareth, I need help. I’m really scared, I was walking home from Robins and some guy started chasing me saying some really weird shit and now I’m home alone and he’s still outside my house, I think.” You spouted, keeping a low voice as to not attract any attention from outside. You hated feeling so helpless, but what could you really do? If you didn’t call you’d be all alone to deal with this, that would almost guarantee your demise.

Gareth’s voice went rigid, “Well be there in five. Do you remember that pocket knife I gave you? Grab it and don’t be afraid to use it. Okay? We’re on our way. Don’t worry.” He could be heard yelling something unintelligible, followed by the line going dead. Though he didn’t give you time to answer, you knew he understood loud and clear.

You placed the phone down gently, moving in silence across the house to your bedroom. It was dark and a chill slithered down your spine as you noticed the window. The curtains were fluttering. A choked gasp left your throat and as you fumbled for the light switch you knocked something off of your desk. Your fingers finally found the switch, lighting up the room in a dull fluorescence.

It didn’t take you long to find the knife hidden within the drawer of your desk, it was a decently sized Swiss Army knife that Gareth and Eddie had saved up to get you for your birthday last year- though they both pitched in, Gareth took most of the credit seeing as it was his idea. It had rarely seen any action, aside from the occasional rope cutting. Your fingers flicked the thing open, gripping it tightly in your sweaty fist. eyes flickering from the knife to the object that now laid at your feet, it was whatever you’d knocked over earlier.

A box.

It was nothing extraordinary, just a box wrapped in brown paper. It held no markings, completely devoid of all indications of where it might have come from. You picked it up, gently, worried something volatile might be inside. It was weirdly light for such a large package and the contents made no sound as you felt them shift around inside. It was all incredibly strange, but then again, in the midst of this could anything really be more or less strange? You gently sat the package down on your bed, crawling over to shut the window and latch it. It scared you, not knowing where the man was, knowing that he could’ve made his way inside without you knowing because of one measly unlocked window.

Outside, you heard a car door slam followed by another. They were here. Thank god.

You bounced up almost completely forgetting about the package, practically sprinting to the front door to meet them. You had dropped the knife on the way, the metal coming into contact with the hard wood with a loud thump. As you got closer, you could make out Eddie from the living room window. He stood beside Gareth who was fishing his keys from his pocket. They both owned a house key for your house, not that your parents minded. It kept you safe and gave them a place for refuge if they needed it. Before they could even attempt to unlock the door, you jerked it open with a relieved sigh.

“Get inside. Hurry.” You ushered, the boys passing through the door and into the living room before slamming the door behind them. The lock clicked back into place and you pulled the two boys into your arms, squeezing them so tight you felt Eddie begin to wheeze. You hadn’t noticed until now but they both seemed to be carrying baseball bats, the sight was almost enough to make you laugh if it wasn’t for the circumstances. Eddie had borrowed his from Steve, as it was stuffed full of jagged nails and Gareth’s was just normal. Something he probably had lying around from past athletic endeavors.

Eddie pulled back, letting the bat rest against a side table. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” He asked, inspecting you for signs of injury. He moved his hands to your face, turning it gently from side to side. His hands were rough and callused from his constant use of his guitar, but they felt soft against your skin.

You shook your head, giving him a weak smile. “I’m okay, he didn’t hurt me. Though, I can’t say that he won’t try to.” You lifted your hands to your hair, turning to be able to see them both. “There’s also a possibility he might have gotten in.” It was hard to breathe as you finally said it out loud, the air thickening. It was your fault, you rarely ever locked your window for nights you needed to sneak out undetected. If it hadn’t been for that, there wouldn’t have been a chance he was inside.

The two boys dared not to speak, sparing suspicious glances around the room. Eddie pulled the living room curtain open wider, watching as the sun began to fall lower in the sky. Soon, it would be pitch black and much harder to look out for the man.

Gareth looked around, taking in everything he could see. Nothing looked out of place, everything as he’d seen it many times before. That was, until he noticed a piece of paper crumpled in the doorway of the living room. It was from the room adjoined to it which was where your mothers instruments were stored. An at home practice room, if you will. He held a finger to his lips, taking silent steps to retrieve the paper.

The tension could be cut with a knife, anxious glances being shot between you and Eddie as the boy bent down to pick up the paper. His fingers snapped around the note, heart thumping with pure adrenaline as he hurried back. He unfolded the paper and held it out for all three of you to read.

‘have you called your parents?’

The boys looked over at you, a mutual look of horror crossing their faces. Gareth moved first, taking your hand and leading you to the home phone. “Call them, please.” He whispered, leaning down slightly to meet your eyes. He’d seen enough horror movies to know what that meant, the man had taken a page out of ‘when a stranger calls’ an older movie about a psycho killer harassing a babysitter. It was one of his favorites, he’d forced Eddie to sit and watch it with him just recently.

You nodded gently, taking the phone off of the receiver and dialing your mothers mobile phone. It was one she carried everywhere because of you, incase you ever needed her she could be there. The line began to ring and from somewhere within the house a phone began to scream out. It was loud and the tone was the same as the one your mother had. There was no way though, right? Your parents had gone out for the night, a date in town at Enzo’s. She wouldn’t have left her phone. No matter how hard it was to carry around. She always managed to stuff it in her bag incase of emergencies.

“Stay with them, okay?” Eddie instructed before grabbing his bat and disappearing down the dimly lit hallway. He tried to keep his steps light, not wanting to alert anyone who might be inside of his presence. It was deathly quiet, the air motionless as he stepped into the room the ringing was emitting from.

Gareth chewed on his bottom lip lightly, watching you closely as you stepped from foot to foot. The two of you were beyond nervous, the entire situation felt premeditated. Like whoever planned this knew exactly what was going to happen before it did. “How are you feeling, babe?” He whispered, hand moving to rest on your back. He often used that pet name with you, not that it bothered you or anything. It usually just encouraged Eddie to use it as well, leading to a never ending stream of ‘babe.’ Not that it mattered now, of course.

“I’m okay, I think. This is all so surreal. Things like this don’t happen in real life, only in movies.” Your voice was soft, barely audible but he heard it.

He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. He knew it couldn’t fix anything but it was worth a shot, maybe the anxiety in your stomach could rest feeling his familiar touch. “I know, I wish I could explain this but there is nothing to say. I won’t let him hurt you, though. Neither will Eddie.” He assured, rubbing soft circles into your back.

Eddie bounded back into the kitchen, face twisted in a look of pure terror. “We need to call the police. (Y/n)..” he trailed off, sweat beginning to pool in his palms. “Stay out here, okay? Don’t go back there.”

“Why? What’s back there?” You knew, internally. There was only one reason your moms phone would have rung within the house. There was only one reason you hadn’t heard from her since you left the house that morning. You didn’t want to believe it. “Eddie, tell me.”

His eyes glistened with tears, “It’s..it’s your parents, (y/n).” He sighed, stepping across Gareth’s bat that had fallen onto its side. “Trust me, just please stay out here.”

No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. Despite his warnings, you broke free from Gareth’s arms and pushed past him. Sprinting to the master bedroom. Everything seemed normal until you noticed your mothers high heeled foot sticking out from the far side of the bed. The room suddenly felt freezing, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead. You took small, terrified steps towards the body. He was telling the truth, they were here all along.

A scream ripped through your chest, hot tears spilling from your eyes as you backed away. Your foot caught on something in the walkway and sent you flying onto the floor, directly into a puddle of something cold and thick. You caught yourself on your hands and quickly pulled them up to inspect the liquid, another scream falling from your throat as you realized it was blood. You had failed to notice that the floor bared marks that very closely resembled drag marks, meaning whoever killed your parents had dragged them into the corner- in a failed attempt to hide their bodies from plain view.

Blood. God, so much blood. Their bodies had been so abused they were barely recognizable.

Gareth had dropped to your side, a pained expression crossing his face as he realized what you were now covered in. “Hey, baby. Look at me, it’s okay.” He breathed, cupping your face in his hands. This was terrifying for all of you, but Gareth did everything in his power to not let it show. He wanted to be strong for you, considering you had just saw your parents dead and were now coated in their blood. “Come on, let’s get you changed okay? Eddie is calling the police. It’s going to be okay.” He assured, keeping the tone of uncertainty from his voice. Though he felt it, there was no need to scare you further.

You shook violently, gripping onto Gareth for dear life. You let him help you off of the floor, successfully getting the blood all over him as well. Slowly, he walked you from your parents bedroom to your own. The box on your bed catching his attention as he helped you sit down

“Baby?” He spoke softly, kneeling down in front of you to meet your eyes that were glued to the floor. The look you gave him struck a chord in his chest, almost bringing him to tears. “Where did this box come from?”

Slowly, you lifted your hand and pointed towards the window. From your lips, you uttered a single word. “Him.”

“Eddie!” Gareth yelled, moving to grab the box. He easily snapped the twine binding it shut, before tearing the paper from the box.

Eddie swung around the corner, bats in both hands. His eyes landed on you and then Gareth. As much as he wanted to comfort you, he know it wouldn’t help. Not unless it was going to make you safe or catch the man who did this. “What is that?” He questioned, moving to stand beside Gareth as he tore open the lid.

The contents of the box disgusted the both of them. Inside laid at least a dozen pairs of your underwear, all dyed red with semi-fresh blood. They were all pieces you could remember losing track of and just forgetting about completely, though as much as you wanted to tell them- your mouth emitted no noise.

“Fucking pervert.” Gareth hissed, followed by a string of curses from Eddie. It was obvious, whoever this was had been watching you for much longer than you knew. He had been inside of your house, in your room. Stealing your underwear for christs sake.

Eddie paced back and forth before his eyes caught something move from outside. “Guys-“ he began, squinting lightly as he saw it again. This time more clearly. It was a man, standing leaned up against a tree about twenty feet from your bedroom window. “He’s outside.”

A gasp caught in your throat, hands bearing down onto your thighs for support. You couldn’t bring yourself to look. “Eddie, you called the police- right?”

He shook his head. “I tried. I called about eight times but either the line goes dead or nobody picks up.” He sighed, tapping the baseball bat filled with nails on your bedroom floor, leaving small nail marks in the wood. As Eddie looked back to the tree, the man was gone.

“Fuck!” You shouted, hands coming up to ball in your hair. It was a harming habit but you couldn’t help it, you needed to feel something other than whatever the fuck this godawful feeling was. Though the pain in your scalp was fleeting, it cleared your thoughts for a second. “Wait, if the home phone isn’t working.. my moms phone might.”

The boys exchanged looks, a general look of disapproval passing between them before they nodded. Neither of them wanted to disturb a corpse, though if it was necessary, which they knew it was, they’d do it.

“You’re right, I’ll get it.” Gareth said finally, snatching his bat from Eddie’s other hand. “Get them changed, they shouldn’t have to marinate in that.”

Eddie nodded, moving to rummage through your closet. He thumbed through the outfits carefully before pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a shirt he had given you to keep a couple months back. It was comfortable but moveable, incase you needed to get very mobile very fast. “Here,” He hummed, keeping his voice low. “Can I help you?” He asked, catching your eyes as they lingered on a picture hung on your wall. It was a framed photo of you and your parents from a vacation you took as a child.

You nodded curtly, hands moving to peel off your t-shirt. It was stuck to you like paper mâché, almost glued to your skin. Eddie assisted, pulling your hair away from the blood to avoid getting it caked inside. He looked around briefly before grabbing a tank top from your dresser and a half empty water bottle from your nightstand. He gingerly poured the water onto the fabric to wipe off the blood that soaked through the shirt, being painfully gentle as to not frighten you further.

He threw the old shirt to the floor before pulling the new one over your head, gently coaxing it down your torso before looking to you for consent to unbutton your pants. You nodded swiftly, lifting up off of the bed to help him pull them off. They were so soaked, it added an extra pound onto the fabric, and as Eddie attempted to hide a grisly look he began to rub the blood on your thighs away with the makeshift rag.

Gareth popped back in, fingers covered in blood but holding the mobile phone your mother carried. “I got it and it looks like it’s still connecting calls.” He said, sitting down on the bed beside you. He quickly dialed 911 before holding the stained plastic to his ear.

To his surprise, it began to ring. There was no hesitation or dial tone, just a normal phone line. A relieved smile found its way onto his lips, his free hand moving to rest on your back. Then, all of a sudden the house went dark. Every source of light had been depleted from the home, leaving you all stranded in total darkness. As he waited for the call to connect, it went dead. Just like the home phone, something must have been interrupting the signal. He threw the phone down as he reached for his bat, hands clasping into the cool wood as he attempted to adjust to the darkness.

You situated the sweatpants on your waist before popping up to be closer to the boys that had jumped for their weapons. “Do you think…” you didn’t have to finish that sentence, you all knew the answer. “What do we do?” You asked, feeling around on your desk for something heavy. Your hand finally landed on something you made out to be an award, the hefty brass enough to injure someone at the very least.

Eddie was tempted to step out, get a look around to see what was happening until footsteps sounded out from down the hall, sending a jolt of terror into your chest. The floorboard creaked under the weight, notifying you that in less than ten steps whoever was in your home would be at your door. Ten little steps and the three of you might have the same fate as your parents, something you’d never have guessed would be the end for you.

Eddie beaconed the two of you towards him, pointing down the hall to the opposite side. That way lead to the laundry room, there wasn’t much in there but there was a locking door and a decently sized window. Two things that might help the three of you live through this. He held up three fingers, he was counting down. You had three seconds before you’d be running for your life towards a potential dead-end.

Three.

Two.

One.

The three of you took off out of your bedroom, Eddie first, you second, and Gareth behind you. Whoever was approaching seemed taken aback for a moment before attempting to reach out and grab at Gareth’s flannel. The boy swiftly struck the man’s arm with his bat, hearing a sickening crack follow.

A growl left the man’s mouth, the noise itself was something sinister but the gurgling the followed it made you sick to your stomach.

Eddie swung the laundry room door open, pulling you and Gareth inside before slamming it and locking it from the inside. Weirdly enough, when your parents bought the house all those years ago they had never fixed the locks. As they were on the inside instead of the outside for some reason. It never bothered them enough, you guessed. Right as he stepped away from the door, the attacker slammed into it. Moans of pain escaping his mouth as he slammed against it with the arm Gareth had broken.

“Fuck, okay, let’s move this shelf in front of the door and then make a run for it from the window.” You whispered, moving to pick up one side of the thick wooden shelf your mother had placed in there to store folded towels and sheets.

Gareth nodded, picking up the other side and placing it longways in front of the door. The edges braced against the washer and dryer so even if the door hinge broke- the man couldn’t get in. He moved his hand down to feel around in his pocket, the slight jingle of his car keys sending a wave of relief over him. “Let’s do this.” He muttered, gripping his bat tightly as he waited for Eddie to unlatch the window.

It took a couple seconds but he was able to unlock it. With a grunt, he began to push the window up. It was rusted slightly from a couple years of abandonment but he made due with the leverage he could get. Overall, he was able to get it about 3/4s of the way open. The sky had turned dark, the only glimpse of light being from the streetlamps on the road. Fresh air rushed in, cooling the nervous sweat that had begun to leak from your pores.

“You first.” Eddie motioned, using his hands to make a stepping stool.

You stopped him in his tracks, shaking your head firmly. “Absolutely not, You and Gareth go first and I’ll go last. It’s me he wants and there’s no way I’m going to let him hurt you two for my sake.” Your voice had a new edge to it, something that neither of them had heard before. You had begun to unravel, the sadness passed and anger had begun to set in. They didn’t question it and did as you instructed, climbing out of the window one by one. You walked backwards towards the window keeping your eyes on the laundry room door before letting the boys pull you up.

At that moment, it felt like maybe this could be the end of this living nightmare. You were pulled to your feet by Gareth, who wore the same expression as you. The three of you were tired, so very tired. You wasted no time and took their hands, running full force towards the car that sat in the driveway.

Throwing himself into the drivers seat, he fumbled with the keys before finally getting them in the ignition. As he turned them, the car didn’t start but in turn sputtered and coughed up smoke. That was not a good sign. Gareth’s car was his pride and joy and when he’d gotten there this evening, it was completely fine. He’d just worked on it the day before. This wasn’t natural, his car had been tampered with. “God damn it!” He shouted, slamming his hands into the wheel.

Before you could utter a word, you felt your door being swung open- sending you falling onto the gravel. As you looked up, you saw none other but the man standing above you menacingly. His familiar face warped in a smile. “Tell them to lay off or I’ll kill them both.” He stated, nodding over to the two boys that had jumped out of the car and were now trying to reach you. You couldn’t let them get hurt, not to save you. They needed to live.

“Stop!” You shouted, holding up your hand at the two boys. “Stay there. Don’t move.” Your heart was thumping wildly, body trembling as the man pulled you to your feet.

He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly as you tried to gasp for air. “I’ve tried for so long to make you love me, (y/n). I’ve always been there for you but instead you have these two nobodies.” He scoffed, nails digging into your skin hard enough to draw blood. “You’re meant to be with me, do you hear me?! Me! Not them.”

Your face had begun to turn a sickly red, the air slowly beginning to become thinner and thinner. “I-im so s-sorry.” You choked out, black spots invading your vision.

The man released his grip, replacing his hand with something much more dangerous. You didn’t realize until it was too late but the Swiss Army knife that you’d dropped before has now pressed against your throat. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want me too. I’ll love you, only you. I don’t even like these guys, I never have.” You gasped out, everything you were saying was a blatant lie but it was better to lie than get all three of you killed because of your honesty. You couldn’t bear the idea of looking over at either of them, who stood frozen in place watching you beg for your life.

It went silent and as the man opened his mouth to speak, a loud thump rang out. He dropped his knife, which gave you the opportunity to slide out of his grip and towards the two boys who had taken the opportunity to gravitate in your direction. He crumpled onto the ground in a heap of dark clothing, a large bleeding wound opened on the back of his head. Behind him, stood no one other than Robin Buckley.

“Oh my god.” Eddie laughed incredulously, letting his bat drop to the ground. “We’re alive.” He sounded pleasantly surprised, not that you could blame him. This night had really put you all up to the test, making it out alive felt like a victory.

Robin moved towards the three of you, stepping over the man’s unconscious body. “Who is this?” She asked, squinting at him to get a better look. He was in his early twenties, dark hair, what looked like blue eyes and wearing at least two layers of dark clothes that were stained in blood. Some much older than the blood he had spilled of your parents.

You knelt down. Gareth coming to your side, cautiously watching the man to make sure he didn’t try to get up again. The realization hit you, for the past two years you worked summers at the community pool. This man, who you now recognized as Bobby, had worked alongside you the whole time. You felt stupid that you’d not noticed it sooner, seeing as you saw him less than a month ago before fall came back in full swing. “I know him, This is Bobby. One of the lifeguards at the community pool. He used to work my shifts.” You explained, looking up to meet their eyes.

The man moved slightly, which made you jump backwards to get away from his wriggling body. Though, before he could really wake up- Gareth kicked him as hard as he could in the head, sending him back into a coma like sleep.

“Robin, how did you know?” You asked, moving to pull her into your arms. She was shaking slightly, probably from the adrenaline. You slowly ran your hands up and down her arms to calm her, though she barely acknowledged it- her eyes locked on Bobby and Gareth’s now slightly more bloody shoe.

“You never called, I was worried so I walked all the way here to check on you.” She explained, her watery eyes meeting your own. “I was so scared he was going to hurt you.. I didn’t think about the possibility of killing him. I just acted and now I think he might be dead.”

You held her tighter, tucking her head into the nape of your neck. “No, it’s okay. You saved our lives, if he dies- it will not be your fault. Do you hear me? You are a hero, Robin. I mean it.” You whispered in her ear, feeling her bunch her hands up in your shirt gently. This couldn’t have been easy for her, being hunted and being the hunter were very different feelings.

Sirens could be heard in the distance, they were like a breath of fresh air amongst the humid stench of death.

Gareth and Eddie came to rest at your side as Robin pulled away to look towards the road. The four of you didn’t know what was going to happen next, the news would have the story by the morning and the wrath of Hawkins would come down upon the man responsible. Though that was supposed to make you feel better, it didn’t. You couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe this wasn’t over, maybe there was something else lurking right around the corner waiting for you to let your guard down. You’d be ready for it, whatever it was. When the next shoe dropped, you’d be prepared. It was all a game and now it was your move.

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