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neonghostlights · 9 months

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A/N: Next chapter is going to be the last one ):

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Warnings: Blood, Vecna Related Gore, Injury, Weapons, Guns, Hospitals, Medication, Reader's mom, Self-Sacrifice, Death, 18+Only

Wordcount: 4k (I honestly thought this would be longer?)

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Part Fifteen

“I’m going to be the one to confront him,” El said as she sat beside you on the couch.

Your skin prickled from her nearness. You still weren’t completely comfortable with being around her. Dustin said it’s because of Vecna. You could only hope that he was right. She seemed like a good kid, just with a lot of weight on her shoulders. It would be nice to actually have a conversation with her after all of this was over.

If there was going to be an after for you.

“And I’m going to stay out of your way,” you add, confused on how to stay out of the way when you’re in your own head. El said that you’d figure it out when it was happening though.

The group was here at your house, even including Nancy and Jonathan who drove back to Hawkins for this. Even Hopper and Joyce Byers showed up; two people you would never expect to see in your house.

What was really surprising was the amount of weapons they had brought with them. When you asked why Dustin gave you a small, “just in case.”

Just in case of what, you didn’t know.

Nancy even had a damn shotgun with her that she handled expertly. It was so surprising to see.

She gave you a tight smile, like she wasn’t sure how to talk to you. Honestly, you weren’t sure how to talk to anyone here besides Eddie and sometimes even that was rough.

“No pool this time?” Nancy asked El as she handed you a glass of water.

“No. I’ve been practicing,” El said in a hushed voice.

Nancy gave Jonathan a worried look who just shrugged.

Eddie was pacing back and forth, tapping a hand against his jeans and sometimes snapping to a song that no one else could hear. He would pause for a second, searching for your eyes like he was going to say something to you but then he would just start pacing again instead. He was nervous, probably more so than you were.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Eddie announced finally, ceasing his pacing to come sit beside you. He placed an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, finding a sense of comfort in his presence.

“What else are we supposed to do? We can’t let him stay,” Robin argued from where she stood across the room with Steve, their own weapons in hand.

“I know. It isn’t safe though,” Eddie explained, hands moving dramatically in the air. He was scared to the point that you almost expected him to snatch you up and run away.

What if he did? Would you find a place together and say damn your memories? You could get to know him again. You could learn to feel for him the way he says you used to. You could live a life of just you and him before Vecna ended you once and for all.

“I think we’re past any of us ever being safe,” Steve said slowly.

You looked at Eddie, silently begging him not to argue anymore. The more freaked out he got, the more freaked out you got, like your bodies were connected and reacting to each other.

“I think we should start,” El announced, raising her hands to place them on your temples.

“Wait!” Eddie blurted out, grabbing your hands. “I love you so much. I just need you to know that.”

“I know, Eddie. I know I don’t remember anything but I know deep down I love you too,” you said, feeling the tears well up in your eyes. You wished you could voice to him all the things you were thinking. This could be goodbye, afterall. Maybe it would be easier for him to let you go if just left it at that. He didn’t deserve to suffer anymore than he already did.

Eddie pulled you to him, hugging you tightly.

“I’ll see you soon,” you whispered into his ear. You felt his body warm against yours.It might have been a lie to tell him that. Only time would tell.

You pulled away, wiping your tears and avoiding looking at him. If you saw him crying you would lose your bravery.

“I’m ready. Let’s hope this works,” you told El, closing your eyes and waiting to feel her enter your mind.

You felt her fingertips touch your temples with a feather light touch and then nothing at all.

When you opened your eyes to see what had happened you were no longer sitting in your living room.

The world spun and you felt motion sick. Your vision went back and forth and you grasped onto the metal chains on each side of you. You were swinging on a swing set. Your short legs pushing you back and forth. The back of the swing jostled and the chains clinked as a strong hand pushed the back of the swing to make you go higher.

“See!” Your dad called out with a laugh in his voice as you went higher. “It’s not that scary, right?”

Younger you let out a breathy laugh, adrenaline still coursing through your blood from the rush. “Nope! I can’t wait to prove to Tammy that I’m not a baby!”

Your dad chuckled from behind you.

You remembered this now. You used to be afraid of heights so much that you refused to get on the swingset at school. Kids at school used to pick on you for it so much that you came home and begged your dad to help you get over your fear.

Your heart clenched as you looked back at your dad, alive and happy. He smiled at you like there wasn’t a care in the world. You wondered if he would still smile at you like that now that you were back to being afraid.

Your surroundings started to wisp away like smoke. Changing to a new scene.

The plastic phone was clutched to your ear as you stood in your moms kitchen, leaning against the wooden paneling of the wall. Your face was twisted into a worried expression as you twirled the cord of the phone between your fingers.

“What do you mean Will Byers is missing?” You ask Nancy on the other side. You chewed a piece of skin off your lip, tasting a hint of blood on your tongue.

You remember this day. You had been home sick with a cold and Nancy Wheeler had called to let you know that Jonathan Byers brother hadn’t been home and they couldn’t find him. You knew who Will was, you had babysat him a few times when he was a little younger.

Little did you know, this was going to be the start of a lot of strange things for you.

You're wooshed into a new memory, this time you’re in a shed with Nancy, Jonathan, and Joyce. It’s so hot and you're dripping sweat. You’re trying to get the mindflayer out of Will to save him but it wasn’t going well. It was hard watching him suffer like that. Even after your group eventually won against the Mind Flayer, the memory of that night still affected you. You wondered for months after if this would ever really be over.

You snapped into another memory. This time, you were holding onto Max while watching Billy die. She’s screaming and trying to pull out of your arms but you can’t let her get too close to the monster or you’ll lose her too. Glass and blood glisten around your feet and it crunches as you try to stay steady and hold her back. You think that she’ll never forgive you for not letting her go to him.

You’re thrown through bits and pieces of memories, all of them making up a bigger picture. You cry, laugh, love as you watch the way your life had played out before Vecna and the upside down destroyed it. You know these people, your family that you found through fighting monsters together. You love every single one of them like they were your own blood.

Another memory, this one you’re thrown so hard into that your head spins and the ground hurts underneath your knees.

You’re frantically pressing on Eddie’s wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. Red lightning lights up the sky in flashes, mocking you as the tears stream down your face.

Eddie had sacrificed himself to the bats to save you and Dustin. His body had been ripped apart by the sharp teeth while he screamed so loud that it echoed off of the ruined trailers in this hell.

Dustin sobbed on the other side of Eddie, trying to help you while you barked orders at him. He shouldn’t have been here. He shouldn’t have to see this.

“Stop,” Eddie croaks out, voice gurgling from the amount of blood flooding his mouth. Some of it dribbles against his pale skin, staining his chin.

“I can’t stop, Eddie,” you say through clenched teeth.

“Baby,” Eddie said, a cold hand brushing against yours. You look up at him and he’s staring right back at you with this look on his face that’s telling you he’s giving up. It rips your soul apart.

“No,” you say, shaking your head while you sob. You held more pressure to the wound on the side of his neck while Dustin focused on what he could reach on Eddie’s torso.

Eddie stared at you, each blink taking longer and longer as his eyelids fluttered.

“I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything. Please don’t let him die,” you think, not bothering to say the words out loud. No one had been listening to your begging so far. You and your friends had been abandoned and you would all die here, one by one. This horror would never stop until it sunk its teeth into every living thing in its way. How stupid of all of you to think you could be the ones to stop this when the government couldn’t even keep it contained.

“Anything?” A voice echoes in your head, responding to your innermost thoughts and making you flinch.

It definitely wasn’t God and there was only one evil guy that you knew of that was making himself at home in people’s minds. Vecna.

You squeeze your eyes shut, understanding who it was speaking to you. You had never heard his voice before this but you knew it was him. It felt like a million spiders crawling up your spine and sent an ache to your head.

You knew him like you would know the villain's voice in a horror movie. He was evil but he was also powerful like El. If anyone had the ability to save Eddie it would be him.

“I’ll do anything. Please make this stop,” you think.

“I can save him but it’s going to cost you,” he tells you.

You would sacrifice your life for Eddie’s. You would give him your last breath just so his lungs could fill with air again. You would hand over your soul if it meant he would make it out of here. He could have it all.

You prayed that if he killed you, they wouldn’t leave your body down here to rot amongst the rest of the dark decay of this place.

You could feel him starting to invade your mind, prying through it like he owned it. Faint claws scratching against your memories, flicking them away like they meant nothing. You knew what he wanted then, you could feel him settling in. “Let me borrow your mind. I need a place to rest.”

He didn’t want your life. He wanted the rest of you. For some reason, that seemed worst. Disappointing.

You took one glance at Eddie. He was deathly still, eyes staring off into the distance, his chest rising just slightly enough to make you wonder if it was a cruel and hopeful trick of the eye. It didn’t matter what happened to you anymore as long as Eddie was safe. If you made it out of here alive your friends would save you from whatever condition Vecna had left you in. You knew they wouldn’t let you go even a week without figuring out something was wrong with you.

Vecna was a parasite, a psychic vampire. He could take your mind, twisting and warping to his heart's desire if it meant that Eddie made it out of here breathing. He could take your body, using it as a nest to build himself back up. He could make it the perfect home for him to get stronger if he wanted to. The world would just have to deal with the consequences of your decision later.

You heard Vecna laugh in your head at your thoughts like he knew something you didn’t. Goosebumps rose on your skin but you couldn’t say no. There would be no point in living in a world without Eddie.

Eddie had sacrificed himself for you, and you were sacrificing yourself for Eddie.

“DO IT!” You yelled in your head before everything went black.

You're alone in a hospital bed when you open your eyes. This was a memory you had buried so deep down. You had thought it was a dream once, a fuzzy one that you wake up barely remembering. This is one you had thought to once be due to the drug induced haze you were in for a while.

Your limbs feel heavy, like they didn’t quite belong to you. Something had happened but you couldn’t remember what. An accident maybe? There’s an ache in your head, just behind your eyes.

People are yelling and there’s shuffling at the end of the bed. Something hits the metal frame, jolting you awake even more as your limbs jolt from the surprise. Your mom is screaming at someone and a feeling of dread is pooling in your stomach. The high pitched shrill of her voice is making your head hurt even worse than before.

You peek your eyes open slowly. They still feel heavy like there’s weights attached to your eyelashes. You blink a few times, trying to make out the scene in front of you. The room is dark with only the light of the hallway pouring through the open door; you can see a bit of the full moon through the blinds of the window across the room.

There’s a man in your room, holding himself up by the metal footboard of your bed. He’s hunched over, clutching his sides as he breathes heavily. There’s a line of blood dripping down his arm in a stream. He’s staring at you with a determined look. You can’t make out his features much because your eyes are still fuzzy, or maybe the medicine had messed with your eyesight.

“Get him the hell out!” Your mom is screaming at one of the nurses who looked like she’d rather be anywhere but in this room with your mother. The other nurse is talking to the man softly, trying to coax him away from you.

When he realizes you’re looking at him he stumbles forward, hands clutching the railings of the bed to bring himself closer. For a moment, you’re worried that he’s going to fall and hurt himself even more than he already was. He’s barely moving and each step makes his face twist in pain but he doesn’t stop approaching you. The blood is dripping on the floor now and splattering onto his hospital gown.

“He ripped his IV out,” one of the nurses complained as she rushed out of the room for something. The other nurse that was being yelled at by your mother stands back unsure what to do as she glances frantically around the room with her hands up in the air.

“Hey,” the man says softly as he gets close to you. “It’s me.”

His voice croaks when he talks to you and it scares you. You push yourself away from him as much as you could in the small hospital bed, pulling the thin blankets up like some sort of shield.

His face crumples and it makes your chest hurt but you don’t know why.

“Baby, look at me. You know me,” he begs. His hair is wild around his face, shielding his features from you even more in the dark room.

You shake your head quickly. You don’t know this man and he’s scaring you. Maybe he was some sort of monster sent here to haunt you. The thought makes your heart speed up to a gallop in your chest. He reaches a hand out but it’s the one covered in blood and it makes you jump.

“Mr. Munson, sit down before you hurt yourself. You can not be in here.” The nurse is back with a wheelchair and an older man is with her.

“Sit the hell down, Eddie.” The older man demands as he pulls the bleeding man into the chair. The man lands with a painful thump into the seat, holding onto himself around his torso.

There’s a security guard being dragged into the room by your mom. You hadn’t even noticed she left, too preoccupied by the stranger in the room.

“Do you know him?” The security guard looks at you, pointing a bored finger at the man that’s now crying in the wheelchair.

You look at him for a moment, taking in as much as you could. He looked familiar, like someone you may have passed on the street before, or maybe someone you once saw at the grocery store and then dreamt vividly about later that night. But, no. You didn’t know him.

You shake your head. “No, I don’t know him.”

“Turn the light on,” the man in the wheelchair begs with a broken voice. “She can’t see me, it's too dark in here.”

The nurses grab the wheelchair, taking the man out of the room despite his begging. Your mom is following them, yelling some more and threatening to send him to jail.

They leave you alone in the room and you fall asleep again.

Wooden planks pressing into your back wake you up this time.

You lift yourself until you're standing in the foyer of a worn down house. Vines cover the walls and the wallpaper is peeling. Little particles float in the air, telling you exactly where you were in case there was any confusion.

This wasn’t a memory. This was right now.

You had never been inside the Creel house before, only passing by to and from school. You remember Nancy explaining what they found in here after she, Steve, Robin and the kids had explored it while you hid with Eddie.

The fact that you could remember that made you happy, but it was short lived.

A chime of a clock could be heard echoing through the house so loudly that it vibrated the walls surrounding you. At any second these walls could crumble.

The floor looked like someone had taken an ax to it. Sharp planks of wood jutted out everywhere. You were sure you were still in your head, so you still needed to be careful since if you got hurt here, then it would most likely reflect into the real world too.

You heard a loud thud from upstairs. You were torn, either you could stay down here and wait, hoping the El could pull you out soon and be done with it or you could go upstairs to investigate.

You wanted to hide but what if you were supposed to go up there? What if this was another piece to getting your memories back even though it didn’t feel like you were forgetting anything anymore?

You grabbed a loose piece of sharp, splintered wood from the ground. It would have to make a good enough weapon.

With your piece of wood in hand, you silently crept up the stairs, hoping that the rotten steps wouldn’t give out beneath your feet. Another thud shook through the house, this time coming from the attic, followed by a scream.

You rushed up the steps, reaching the attic door and throwing it open.

El stood in the center of the room, hands pushed forward. Blood dripped from her ears, nose and eyes. You stifled a gasp when you saw Vecna pushed up against the wall, held in place by her mind.

You had seen him in your nightmares before. He had been in front of you the whole time, torturing you.

He was fighting it, thrashing against the wall in hopes to break free from her invisible restraints. El was struggling, her blood dripping faster and sweat breaking out on her brow, making her short brown hair stick to her forehead.

“El!” You yelled as Vecna lifted a hand to use his powers back on her. He was weak still, if he was at his full strength this would have already ended badly for you and El.

“I can’t hold him!” El gritted out, pushing her hands forward again to throw an extra bit of strength.

You look down at the sharp piece of wood in your hand and another memory came back to you.

Steve had once asked if you could drive a stake through Vecna’s heart. You were about to see if that theory was correct.

You rushed past El, coming face to face with the monster on the wall. Without thinking, you shoved the stake into his chest, right into his heart.

He looked you in the eyes as he died, black blood squirting out of the wound in his chest and covering your hands. You could feel the weight lift off your head, the pressure that lived for so long in your brain that you hadn’t even realized it was there.

You turned to face El, her own blood running down her face. The walls started to shake again, dust fell from the ceiling covering the tops of your heads.

“We need to go,” she said before you woke up.

The living room was so bright compared to the dark interior of the Creel house. You blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the lighting.

El’s hands were no longer on your head, instead she was pulled away and held tightly by Joyce and Hopper. You looked around the room, searching the faces of those around you.

The people that you had fought beside, bled beside.

Your family.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to keep in the sob that threatened to escape. You hadn’t even realized anyone was touching you until he slid next to you, cupping your face as best he could between two calloused hands. A worried look was etched on his face. This was the moment of truth.

When he entered your field of vision you wasted no time grabbing him and pulling him to you, bringing his surprised lips to your waiting ones. He froze for only a second before he caught up to what was happening and started moving with you. You could taste the mint on his breath and feel the warmth of his full lips. You had done this so many times before and it sent a rush of joy through you that you remember him. It felt like home.

He let out a sigh of relief against your mouth. He pulled away for only a second, against your protests to ask, “Do you know who I am?”

You looked into two beautiful brown eyes, the ones you had loved for so long. Eddie, the love of your life and your soulmate. The man who tried to give his life for yours but you gave yours in return.

“I remember you,” you finally said, putting him out of his misery.

He stood from the couch, pulling you up with him in a tight embrace.

“I love you, Eddie,” you said into his neck, running your hands through his hair to soothe his trembling body.

“Marry me,” was all he said before kissing you again.

#eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson series #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst

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steviewashere · 3 months

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There's something so beautiful, so appealing, yet so sad about vampire Eddie Munson and normal dude Steve Harrington as a pairing. Cause like—

Just walk with me. Imagine Eddie turning into a vampire spawn, not Kas, just a normal fucking vampire spawn. A vampire spawn who exists by the normal rules of vampirism.

He can't go in the sun. He isn't invited into places unless otherwise told. He must stay in the dark, hidden away. And, the worst part of his new form—

Eddie Munson, the man who was supposed to die saving the people that mattered, is immortal.

He's immortal. He makes friends. He works alongside annoying coworkers. He lives with his wonderful uncle. He falls in love.

And slowly, over time, he watches as everybody around him ages. The finer wrinkles, the grey hairs, the knobby joints, and collapsing postures. Their fragile voices and softer bellies, as they grow accustomed and comfortable with life. Life after violence.

But Eddie gets older, sure. He turns twenty-five. And thirty. Fifty-five. Seventy. His hair remains a dark brown. Face forever twenty. Body as lithe and malleable as it was before the Upside Down. And yet, for all that he's sacrificed—

The biggest sacrifice is the people he eventually loses.

Uncle Wayne dies peacefully in his sleep. And Eddie's forty-four, Wayne would've been eighty-three. That's normal. That's a normal death. A normal age. Except that Eddie is still...twenty.

Dustin Henderson and the rest of his friends, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle. They all die, too. They go grey and they gain soft bellies. They have crows feet. Grandchildren that look the exact same age as Eddie. They think that Eddie is a really young cousin, they think he's some lucrative relative.

The one that hurts the most, in the end, is the loss of one Steve Harrington. Who stole Eddie's heart. Red and raw between his hands. Kissed the tender outside with his beautiful, charismatic mouth. He was what sustained Eddie's dire cravings, blood and skin and tender moments. Steve shared many nights with Eddie in the dark, under the stars, in the glow of the moon. He shared interests, poked fun at Eddie, loved Eddie. He loved Eddie. And Eddie...God, he loved Steve.

Loved him so bad, that when Steve died, Eddie knew he lost himself, too. Because nobody will be as lovely and as young and as...and as lovely, as Steve Harrington. You don't grow to love a boy with golden skin, somebody who can go under the sun and bring home sunflowers. You don't grow to love the boy who knows your worst trauma and all your messy secrets. You don't just grow to love a boy. You come to love the man, the spirit, the hole that he leaves.

And Eddie Munson is immortal, cursed by his vampirism. He may have helped them defeat Vecna, he may have been able to aid his friends and his lover to their beautiful life-long end—seen them age and grow comfortable and happy. But, he assumes that the true sacrifice wasn't his death, it was his liveliness.

How is he supposed to continue on without the ones who know him best? So Eddie Munson is immortal.

You know what they say kills vampires. Does Eddie do it? Or does he reign himself to a million lifetimes of friendships and warm dinners, yet the loneliness at the mere fact that nothing can ever be replicated? Does he reign himself to a million lovers, hoping that in one instance, Steve will be the reincarnated body next to him in bed?

Or does he join the tender souls of his loved ones? Stake through the heart and a thousand new stories to tell.

#stranger things #steddie #fanfiction #ramble #fic idea?#vampire eddie munson #regular guy Steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington

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maximoff-pan · 2 years

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how about eddie giving steve shit for not telling the reader how he feels for her while they’re traipsing through the upside down???

traipsing through the upside down — oh my, I love that…

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warning(s): none really, unless you count the upside down as a warning...

quick a/n: this is a really short, unedited, and pretty messy little blurb that I’m posting because I haven’t posted anything in a little bit...but I’m not super happy with it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and expect better things (and by better, I mean, less jumbled and makes more sense) from me coming soon :)

“You’re staring Harrington,” Steve doesn’t need to see Eddie’s face to know that he’s grinning. The singing tone of his voice gives that all away. “Again.”

Amber orbs meet similar dark brown ones. “You wish.” Steve hits back, even though he knows it’s true.

He was staring, he has been for the last several minutes. But it’s not like anyone here blames him. They all know how distracting you can be, how intoxicating you are to him. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Steve cannot help how often his gaze wanders to you.

At this point, Eddie’s and Robin’s voices have become like static to him, barely registering in his mind. He’s failing to hear most of what they’re saying, picking up bits and pieces of their well directed jibes. And while Steve is more than aware that they’re talking about him, making fun of him even, your sweet voice is just too distracting for him to care about much of anything else.

As he loses his focus again, Steve feels his posture slump. His feet ache as he carries his weight through the tumultuous terrain that is the upside down. For a moment, he’d forgotten where he was, forgotten just how much pain he was in. The throbbing feeling that rips through his back serves as a poignant reminder though, his body nearly collapsing at the anguish.

If he’s being honest, Steve’s never felt pain like this before. It hurts to focus on anything other than you. Then again, you’ve always been easy to think about, thoughts of you never straying too far from the forefront of his mind.

That’s why he continuously finds his eyes drifting a few paces in front of him, where you and Nancy are talking in hushed whispers, smiles crinkling the sides of your eyes.

Steve can’t hear what you’re saying, but whatever it is, you’ve made Nancy laugh, loudly and genuinely. And while they may not have been the right fit for each other, if there’s anything Steve knows about Nancy, it’s that he’s always been able to tell when she’s faking her laughter. And this one is real, pure and raw.

But it’s not a surprise to him. For as long as he’s known you, you’ve had this innate ability to make people feel safe, make everyone around you comfortable in the moments when they should least find themselves feeling so. It’s honestly never failed to amaze him how you can find happiness in the darkest of moments. With everything going on around you, Vecna being at the forefront of the many terrifying traumas you’ve all had to deal with over the passed couple of years, somehow you’re still smiling.

And boy, is your smile mesmerizing...

Steve sighs to himself as his thoughts are broken by a high pitched and obnoxious hum from the teen beside him. It’s like this mix between a low groan and a squirrelly squeal, the hairs on the back of his neck raising at the sound.

“C’mon man,” Eddie’s whine drags ever so slowly that Steve thinks it might never end. And it feels like it, truly; it’s agonizingly querulous.

But then, like he’s read his mind, Eddie’s harping on again, and Steve almost wants to punt himself across the face, (let alone Eddie), to put himself out of this misery.

“I’m fucking dying over here,” Eddie continues, gesturing wildly to himself as his mop of crazed curls flies with him. He’s fed up with this game of will they, won’t they. “I wish you’d just open your eyes dumbass.”

And I wish you’d just shut the fuck up, Steve thinks but doesn’t say, because while (for the moment) Eddie is annoying the living shit out of him, Steve knows he means well. He knows he’s just poking fun, trying to distract everyone from the fate that currently awaits you all, but he can’t help but want to slap the Hell Fire club’s infamous leader.

God knows Eddie deserves it, but he bites his tongue.

Instead, Steve merely rolls his eyes in response, tone snarky. “They already are, idiot.” He echos.

Robin huffs from beside the two teens, her feet dragging with every step. “Steve, that’s not what he—”

Steve cuts her off with the flick of his hand. They’re testing his patience right now. “I know Robin,” the demobat bites on his chest and back are really starting to burn, the adrenaline wearing off. “I know that’s not what he meant.”

Trudging through the upside down, after nearly drowning and having been attacked by monstrous bats is not exactly where Steve imagined he’d be at the moment. Nor had any of you really.

But all of that, on top of being interrogated, and poked and prodded by Eddie fucking Munson about his feelings for you, all while facing life and death, that takes the cherry on the cake.

Normally, Steve wouldn’t bat an eye. He’s used to the teasing, very much accustomed to being told how blindly in love with you he is, and having each of his (and your) friends point that out to him. But right now, it hurts him to be reminded of it. Because he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get the chance to tell you.

And not just tell you on a whim because he thinks either of you won’t make it out of this. That wouldn’t be fair. He wants it to be right, wants to give you time to respond, to feel it through. Time, he’s not sure he has.

“If you’re not going to tell her,” Eddie’s voice chimes in once again, “at least do me one favour.”

Steve nods sceptically, eyes narrowing slightly. “One, Munson.” He agrees for the moment.

“If you’re not going to get your shit together,” Eddie rasps with a smirk on his face, “then for the love of god, stop fucking staring at her. It’s starting to get a little creepy.”

“Starting?” Robin jokes in response, elbowing Steve in the ribcage.

Steve winces at the contact, nearly unable to respond. But as he catches another quick glimpse of you, smile lighting up your face, he grins back winded.

Echoing his words from earlier, his tone light this time, his lips pull together. “You fucking wish.”

Well, Steve thinks watching the looks of surprise cross their faces, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n

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writeroutoftime · 2 years

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always been you

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (requested by: anon)

summary: as your best friend - and secret crush - of course you follow steve into the upside down, but what happens when you get injured and thinks he cares more for nancy than you?

warnings: mild spoilers for season 4, vol. 1

words: 1.1k

a/n: anon, here you go! sorry if this isn't the best, but I wanted to get this hurt/comfort request out before tomorrow!! as always, I hope you have a lovely day, and please let me know if you enjoy this! ✨

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Following Steve into the murky waters at Lover’s Lake had been an automatic response. The moment you saw your best friend violently be pulled under, there was no choice to be made. All other thoughts left your head in that moment, apart from keeping Steve safe. That goal proved to be more difficult than you originally imagined as you were thrown into the horrors of the upside down. Immediately, you tried your best to dodge the demobats that flew around, all the while looking for something that would help protect you and your friends.

Eventually you found a stick that worked as a makeshift bat, but the shock from the continuous onslaught of demobats had caused you to lose your footing and stumble as you your body fell to the ground. On the way down, your head smacked against a nearby rock and a jolt of pain shot through your body. Tears immediately sprung to your eyes, and you forced yourself to reach a hand up to your head up only to feel the sticky sensation of blood against your fingers.

Robin was the first to reach you, shouting your name in distress, swatting away the last few demobats. "Hey, hey! Are you okay?" she asked, holding your hand, and nervously looking you up and down.

Slowly, you nodded, accepting her help to get you back on your feet, though your grip tightened as spots of black marred your vision. A few feet away, Nancy was helping Steve stand, who had taken the brunt of the attack, blood and bruises littering his torso. You longed to be closer to him and confirm for yourself that Steve would be alright, but your heart tightened at the way he seemed to be looking at Nancy – not for the first time in the past few days, you noted.

Pain and jealousy mixed together, you pushed forward and stayed by Robin's side the entire time until the five of you made it to skull rock. It was there that Robin finally forced you to sit down as she examined the back of your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Nancy similarly examining Steve, carefully wrapping a section of her shirt around his chest.

Instinctually, you flinched at the scene, luckily able to play it off as Robin brushing the cut on the back of your head too harshly. The two of them had seemed so close in the past few days with their soft gazes and hushed conversations. Of course, Steve never saw you as anything more than his best friend, so why wouldn’t he go back to Nancy? She was smart, strong, beautiful, and they already had such a strong connection. You knew he didn’t have to share everything with you, but your heart clenched as you might have completely lost your chance with him.

That realization, combined with the pain and shock your body was experiencing, caused a sharp cry to leave your lips as tears began to cascade down your cheeks. With shoulders shaking and a salty taste in the air, you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and bring some comfort, but to no avail. It suddenly felt as though your pain and grief was constantly building and would swallow you whole at any moment.

Robin rushed around to your front and knelt in front of you. "What happened? What's wrong?" she demanded, crying out for the others to help.

"It hurts." you cried, leaning into her embrace. "Not just my head, but everything! What if we don't get out of here? What if this is it? And now I've lost my chance to even try to tell Steve that I love him. He’s with Nancy now, and I mean I want him to be happy, but it just hurts so fucking much!” you sobbed, voice dissolving into more tears the more you spoke.

By that point, Eddie, Nancy, and Steve had all turned their heads to you and Robin. Steve immediately stood up and pushed past everyone else until he was the one kneeling in front of you. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart." he cooed, replacing Robin’s embrace.

He had been so worried about you the past few days, and his heart nearly beat right out of his chest at your tears. He couldn’t make out what brought on your agony, but he swore to himself he would do whatever it took to make sure that you were okay and that you made it back home.

“I love him so much, but why does Steve love Nancy and not me?” you cried again, so absorbed by everything that you had yet to realize you were no longer in Robin’s arms.

Your words froze Steve in his place, and he could barely breath. You loved him? Steve felt like he had to be dreaming to hear to hear those words fall from your lips. It hit him instantly, though, that he was the cause of your pain and suffering. All his little talks with Nancy about you had led you to believe he didn’t look at you like you hung the moon and stars.

Pulling away from you slightly, Steve cupped your cheeks in his hands and tilted your head to meet his eyes. Immediately, your eyes grew wide, and you felt the embarrassment of your accidental confession consume, but Steve hurried before you could say anything or run away.

“Look at me, y/n. You’ve always been the one that I loved. Not Nancy or anyone else – you.” he confessed, gently wiping away your tears while being mindful of the cuts that littered your face. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel otherwise, but please don’t ever doubt how much I love you.” Steve continued, tears misting his own eyes.

There was a moment of silence as you took in everything Steve had just thrown your way. Looking into his eyes, you only saw sincerity and a sliver of fear at the thought of you rejecting his confession. For the first time everything with Vecna had started, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, and you leaned forward until your lips met Steve’s.

His grip tightened around your body, and you revealed in the softness of his lips, ignoring any trace of that metallically scent. Your hands reached up to gently tangle in his hair, and you smiled into the kiss when you felt Steve sigh against your lips. It wasn’t long before you pulled away, breathing deeply with a soft smile stretched across your face.

“We’re a bunch of idiots, aren’t we?” you breathed out, forehead pressed against Steve’s.

“Eh, maybe.” he conceded, smiling at the chuckle that came from you. “But you’re not getting rid of me now.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Harrington.” you said, pressing one final kiss to his lips before you pulled away with a renewed sense of vigor to get out of this hellhole.

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collectivecloseness · 11 months

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I have this angsty mess of ideas that I don't know how to put together but I'm gonna try to explain it. So like Steve has been in love with you since like forever and you become friends in season one blah blah blah you're inseparable etc, you have the tendency saving Steve's ass everytime but then you die while saving him and steve never got the chance to confess (not really that important but I guess it adds emotional damage idk) he obviously blames himself for it and everytime his phone rings he answers with the hope that for some fucked up reasons it's you and you're actually still alive but stuck in the upside down. Everyone is concerned about him bc it feels like he's slowly going crazy and is very much delusional.

Idk if that's like very long or makes no sense at all so sorry in advance, your eyes must be bleeding after reading this. :/

Robin being the one to always check on Steve after he loses you. She knew what you meant to Steve, most shifts mentioned you, and your recent interactions with Steve, most nights were him- were the both of them, talking on the phone about you. She loved the whole will they won’t they, and the puppy love gossip with Steve. Now she wished she’d pushed more, at least Steve would feel better if you’d known.

Robin’s learnt to be more open and vulnerable, since she’s been the one to look after Steve, being emotional and like a true friend, rather than snarky and quippy and teasing with him. She’s always coming in to check on him with her key to his house, pressing her hand on his shoulders each time she says hi, unless she’s rushing to comfort him again.

Robin tells him a few times “You know I said I can move in, or we could both move to our own place! I’m lonely! Besides, I love spending time with my best friend.” Robin’s been encouraging it. Her and Steve had breiefly passed the ideas before, before you, but she got the feeling back then they both badly would have liked it, living together, but neither wanted to be the first to come on too strong and vulnerable. It was different now. And Robin really didn’t want Steve to be lonely either. Besides, Robin came over to Steve’s literally every day she could anyway.

But to Steve, Robin wasn’t you. He still loves Robin, as her own person and his friend, he doesn’t compare you two at all. But Steve worried the constant company might make him go crazier than he already feels. It also wouldn’t allow for any of his unhealthier coping mechanisms. Steve would argue in his head, even crying or screaming himself to sleep, he wouldn’t be able to do anymore, but he’d done that in front of some of his friends anyways.

Robin, Nancy, Eddie, Dustin, all of his friends all worried about him. Max, Lucas and El had come over yesterday. Joyce makes sure to drop by a couple of times a week at least. Robin came every day, while the others did sometimes, varying in frequency. They knew Steve wasn’t healthy.

Sometimes, Steve whipped his head to the side, out of nowhere, or maybe with a small sound one of them picked up, from years of fear of monsters from other dimensions. But they knew it wasn’t Steve being scared of bumps in the night. It was because he thought he may have heard you. It was a glimmer of hope, just for a second, and they hated seeing it shatter each time.

Steve did worry about bumps in the night too. Steve worried about the next time he’d have to fight, no matter what it might be. Because this time, no one would come to save him.

You were always the first to come for him. You specifically sought Steve out first, checked on him first, he was always your first choice, the one you always checked on, the one you’d always save. You were with Steve for all his fuck ups. You’d seen him grow, and he knows you’d never judged him for his past once he actually got better. Not once. No one else had done that. But you also made Steve better. And he was still scared he won’t be as much now, without you.

But on the other hand, Steve wasn’t sure he really wanted anyone to save him next time. If the next time he dies saving the others, then whatever. He couldn’t save you. At least he could be with you then.

No one would be designated to check Steve first, to save him first, and that’s what he got. Steve always put himself in front of danger first, and now he’d lost you, there would be no one to save him. It was his price.

Steve wanted to go back straight after. He wanted to go back for you the next day, and the day after. To the place he’d left you. At the end of the week, he told Robin his plans, with his rucksack already on his back. And not only did she physically hold Steve to the floor, but she locked all the doors as she walkied Eddie and Nancy - not the kids, she knew when Steve was better, even now, he wouldn’t want the kids to see him like this - and Eddie had to bear hug Steve so he wouldn’t try to leave, while all of them gently tried to talk their friend down. They said it was a suicide mission! And that’s when Steve screamed “I DON’T CARE!” Trapped in his friends arms. Screaming those words not enough overemotionally, but too genuinely, that it really got them worried. Steve was still fighting to leave. He had collapsed into tears after that. He wanted to go and he meant it.

Nancy wanted to sedate him by that point, because she was too worried Steve would leave. But Robin put her foot down at that thought. It would create a super bad spiral, and Steve wouldn’t trust them, she knew they had to do something else! Luckily Robin thought of something. Mixed in with Steve’s yells at Eddie, Eddie trying to talk to Steve, and Nancy on edge and trying to not look as upset as she probably was while getting Robin to think of something else before she snapped.

Robin called the number she knew to, and soon afterwards, Joyce was entering Steve’s home with her own spare key. Joyce let Steve cry into her lap, and she stroked his back, talking when Steve wanted to, only lulling her own assurances when he didn’t, and just soothing Steve, until he fell asleep like that, in his room with her. Robin knew Steve wouldn’t fight Joyce to leave, or yell too much at her or anything. Steve had fallen asleep early in the afternoon, and Nancy didn’t even need to sedate him because he stayed asleep, luckily for the entire night. Joyce wouldn’t leave. She wanted to stay until morning, she didn’t want to leave Steve overnight, or at all right now.

Joyce even made breakfast the morning after, making sure to stay by Steve’s side because he’d always eat her cooking if she was there. And it was a sickly sweet feeling for everyone watching whenever that happened, because Steve would take a few bites and then finish his plate clean. But they knew he’d probably only had a few bites the day before, with how much he gorged on Joyce’s dishes when she was around to eat with him.

Robin stayed in bed with Steve most nights for sleepovers. That night Joyce had, which she’d done quite a few times. Nancy or Eddie had done it several times more, too. Sometimes Steve would say look, he really just wanted tonight alone. And if they trusted the way he said it, he got that. They understood sometimes he did need that. But Robin also hates leaving Steve alone, because she knows nights are worse for him (and in general as well). She didn’t want to be overbearing though, something friends when she was younger would stop being her friends for, but a trait she’d stopped shielding when she needed to be Steve’s open support. But to be honest, even if Steve couldn’t mourn as well if he wasn’t alone at night, those mostly seemed like mourning in the destructive ways.

Steve knew he was safe with Robin, or Nance, or Eddie, or Joyce there, from monsters, and from himself. Not that he was thinking of that last part, he was trying to convince them, but he wasn’t very good at stopping his brain from eating himself alive, because he didn’t feel like he wanted to stop. He wanted punishment.

At one point, after you’d died, Eddie had tried to give Steve something of yours, an item he got from your house when he went to visit your family. When he’d explored your now, forevermore, empty room. But Steve had a moment, and was mad that Eddie had ruined your shirt, forever tainting it with his smell, and his touch, and not leaving it the way you had the day you’d gone to meet Steve and the others. Steve had later apologised for freaking out on Eddie about it. Something Eddie casually waved his hand over, promising Steve never could be freaky, and saying it was okay, he was sorry too. Steve didn’t really want to think about anymore. That top still felt slightly tainted, no matter how ridiculous Steve knew it was. He just didn’t have much left of you, that was still untouched. That was yours, and had still last been touched, moved, adored, by you. So Robin didn’t bring Steve things from your house. She’d just tell him if she found something, if he wanted to look at it, or go over later. To which Steve would generally just nod at her.

Steve had had a few moments, but luckily, he’d had friends there every single time. No matter how different the moments were. If it was him spiralling, down dangerous paths for himself. Him accidentally spooking someone, maybe by lashing out, or just not having the energy to look after someone else, even if they were upset because of his crumbling. Including the ones, where Steve would adamantly deny the facts in front of him. It was like the first two days, Steve knew you were dead. And he always did, of course. The fact never left his soul. But after that things changed, and became slightly more of a purgatory, Steve always seemed even just a fraction hazy.

One time Robin had come back to Nancy crying, and Steve sobbing loud like a broken child on the floor. Steve had sworn it was you who had called. But he’d missed the call, running and slipping since he’d been in the shower when it rang. Nancy and Robin guessed he’d been thinking about you. And with a hand to his forehead between his wails on the floor, Robin knew he’d made the water too hot, again. Steve had tried to call back, but it wouldn’t work. And he yelled at Nancy for not picking up the phone, but that was only after she’d tried to gently remind him that it couldn’t be you. And then Steve had done everything to try and call back, almost breaking his phone till Nancy had wrestled it away from him. And when he realised he couldn’t, either call back, or call you, Robin hadn’t quite gotten through to him about it, Steve had collapsed into pained sobs, so distraught, and so unable to be taken out of his pain, that Nancy was sobbing too.

El had left inconsolable once, because Steve had asked multiples times if she could somehow contact you in the upside down. No one had realised, Steve had gotten El to agree one time, until she called Joyce crying because she couldn’t find you, and now she couldn’t get Steve to talk, he just had his head in his hands. But the next day, when El came to visit, with chocolates she always liked to give Steve since she heard they were good for making people happy, he’d apologised and she was herself quite easily again. Something Robin was very relieved with, knowing it would have wrecked Steve if he thought he’d hurt one of the kids.

Dustin had been turned away by Eddie before, on days Steve said he didn’t want to see anyone, which if he said that exactly, made people come over to check if he was okay. And on a day Steve wasn’t doing very well, and had Nancy and Robin bandaging his hands up because he’d punched a mirror, swearing he saw you in the reflection in a blink of his eye, and thinking for that split second maybe it was a gateway to the upside down. Although they were pretty relieved he realised that wasn’t the case straight away, no one wanted Dustin to see Steve like that, least of all Steve. But even Dustin’s visits, as the encouraging little brother, didn’t always bring a smile to Steve’s face, even a fake one he couldn’t muster. Some days, there was just little that could help.

Robin thought maybe Steve only sometimes thought this, even if there was a 0.5% chance always in the back of his head, that maybe, somehow, you were still alive somewhere. It wouldn’t matter where, because then Steve would find you. Robin wished more than anything they had your body, mostly for you, but also for Steve, and for all your friends and family. But she wasn’t going to risk anyone, to go on a suicide mission. And she didn’t want anyone else to leave Steve either. Steve wouldn’t always bring it up. But occasionally there’d be flare ups, where Steve would go on about how you could be out there. Robin was the one who’d decided she’d never flat out disagree with Steve if he got like that. He always needed one person he felt like he could always trust. So even though she never encouraged it, even if for the first week, and now she still had that 0.4% chance in the back of her mind, she’d more try to go through why Steve thought that, and be by his side as the others tried to explain.

But Robin felt at least slightly successful with every little breakthrough she and Steve had together. She was normally there for his, even if she wasn’t the one helping him get to that point anyways. But the biggest breakthrough came a night, where the day leading up to it had been pretty normal.

Keith had actually been very generous with bereavement leave for Steve, even indulging Robin every time Steve called the store in tears, panicking, and needing Robin back immediately. Today had been okay. None of them were good. But she’d come over about 9am, Eddie calling right before he knew she’d leave, to say he was dropping off McDonald’s breakfast for them both just before ten, because he had to go help his uncle with some errands today.

Robin had helped set out a fresh set of clothes for Steve, ones Nancy had left in a pile in his room yesterday afternoon when she’d been with him. Robin smiled at her little post it notes Nancy left around, for Steve, and for his friends around the house. But Robin setting out Steve’s clothes always helped kick him up just a notch enough to get out of bed and go shower. Eddie had stayed for fifteen minutes, and Steve had even watched this time as he and Robin threw hash browns off each other’s faces. Steve sometimes found it hard to watch, when other people were smiling. Robin had been really proud of him today.

Then Steve even picked out what they should have for lunch, and although Robin wasn’t sure Steve could exactly be craving a salad, she was still really happy he’d suggested something, and got to work on Nancy’s refrigerated Tupperware boxes and groceries. Nancy liked to cut things up when she had the time. Robin was pretty slow no matter what she had to cook, because otherwise she was clumsy, and no one liked to focus on something and leave Steve alone. Nancy probably chopped things up yesterday when Joyce came to visit Steve as well.

The one time Robin cut her finger when cooking for Steve with Eddie, Steve had had a full blown panic attack, but he also either thought it was your blood he was seeing, or remembered yours. Steve threw the knife to the side, grabbing Robin’s wrists and panicking, until she soothed him into remembering where he was, and who he was with, and that she was unharmed, and when Steve was back, Eddie could take him away for a second while Robin found the newly restocked first aid kit. The other times she’d hurt herself since, she’d hidden them from Steve’s sight very quickly.

Steve had picked between a variety of activities Robin suggested after lunch, and two person board and card games it had been. Everyone had been buying or donating games to the Harrington household, even the kids had been giving theirs over. So Steve never was bored of any of the games, and he could play them.

Hopper and Karen had actually both taught Steve how to play solitaire, when Mike and El had dropped off some more game to donate. A joke even Steve gave a breathy chuckle at when Eddie said there two people to explain the most famous one player game. But Robin was glad Steve might have something to do to take his mind off things when alone. She knew focusing could be hard sometimes right now for him, so she got that they both tried to explain the game. Also, Karen and Hopper did talk over each other quite a bit in explanation.

But after that, Robin had whipped something quick together for dinner, and Steve had stayed to talk with her in the kitchen the entire time. He even got out glasses and some soda. Even though Robin did most of the talking, Steve took part, which was good. But also, Steve liked talking with Robin. Because she’d talk so much, and be so passionate about what she was saying, he didn’t even need to say much to be part of the conversation, and it was something about his best friend he really appreciated at the moment, even though he used to joke about never getting a word in edgeways. Eddie was a bit the same.

Steve held the remote as they channel surfed, sitting on the couch together with their meals on their laps, since neither of them really liked the silence while eating, and Robin was pretty talked out after finishing her story in the kitchen.

But when Steve had flicked through two news channels, he froze as he immediately recognised the scene in front of him. It was from a romance film you loved, about two thirds of the way through. Steve recognised it from the first frame, from the first note of its score, as he turned over the channel.

Robin recognised it too, although she hadn’t watched it fully, and she hadn’t watched it nearly as many times as Steve had with you. She tried to keep her face blank as she looked to Steve, only a light questioning, curious expression, to see how he was feeling, before she let any of her own thoughts and feelings make him spiral. But Steve simply said “Gotta put something on, the food.” and picked up his fork, turning the volume up enough to cover any chewing sounds, like he’d done for Robin since the first time they watched tv and ate together. That had been long before he lost you.

Steve had finished quickly, but that was just a few scenes before the most important part of the romance film. The confession scene. And Steve was crying before it had even started.

Tears streamed down his face, the two leads finally starting to open up, and explain how they were really feeling. His eyes not even brown, but looking black, so big and red ridden, his cheeks drowned. Robin felt her heart hammering watching Steve crushed again, but she tried to be the best friend she possibly could, as she was always learning to now. Robin reached just a little for the remote on the coffee table, eyes questioning on Steve. But he turned to her and shook his head, so she leaned back and kept the movie on. Steve watched the film, as Robin watched both it and him. Scooting even closer, so their sides were pressed together, as Steve continued to cry. And then, even Robin was tearing up. Especially as the scene continued. And Robin wrapped her arm around Steve’s waist, her other holding his closest hip, and they both quietly sobbed watching the love confession scene, of your favourite romantic movie you’d watched a thousand times.

Just a scene you never got to live out in your young life. A scene Steve never gave you.

Steve turned to Robin as the couple shared their first kiss, the happy score coming on as the confession was over, it all goes well, and with the way Steve’s shoulders are shaking and his chest is heaving, Robin knows he needs her. She immediately opens her arms, pulling Steve in who sobs heartily into her shoulder, all her shirts used to having snot and tears and spit on them now. And she cries too, quieter than Steve, but still all the same, as she rocks him, holding him close through his heart break, through his loss, through his pain, as Steve cries loud into his best friend.

Steve mumbles everything he’s said a thousand times over. How he’s lost you. How he needs you. How you can’t be gone. That Steve wants you. That you’re dead. And that word hits hard. That word took him a while to say, after the second day of screaming it.

And when Steve pulls back, and Robin holds him still, Steve looks deep into his best friends eyes, and he shakes as he tells her the one thing he still hasn’t said yet. “I loved them.”

And Robin rubs her hands up and down Steve’s arms, as she smiled so sadly, and wept so dearly. “I know.”

Steve hiccuped, and a small groan left him. Robin still smiling sadly, still stroking him. Steve looks down, but not a lot, and Robin can always tell Steve’s thoughts, even if it’s gotten harder now. Steve just wants to think.

“How did you?” He asks, sniffling, and swallowing.

Did you know too? Maybe if Robin knew... maybe you did too. Steve just wanted you to know. He should have given you that. But maybe if you knew... even if you didn’t feel the same way, maybe you knew somebody loved you, maybe you knew he saw you just like you did him, before you were stolen.

“Well first of all, you were very romantic, lover boy, always talking about them, always filling the world with your golden thoughts about them.”

Steve liked the way Robin spoke. He thought maybe she’d picked some stuff up from Eddie too. Even knowing his loving thoughts about you had been spoken into the world you’d been living in... even if it wasn’t the one your body was in now, it gave him just a flicker of hope. A bite less of guilt.

“And...” Robin faltered now. He hands falling to Steve’s wrists, and he looked up more inquisitive now.

“And they talked about their crush on you. It’d only been a couple of days before... into the whole upside down thing. Otherwise I’d have manoeuvred you two into each other as soon as I knew, even if I had to trick you and lock you dinguses in a room or something. But that’s all y/n talked about those days.

Steve sucked in air. People didn’t say your name much anymore. Probably scared of his reaction, but Steve missed it. He needed people to bring you up, to remember you, to say your name.

“All they talked about was how they’d been in love with you for years, but recently it was too much to bear, and they just had to tell you. I told them to go for it, that I thought you might realllly like them back! But, y/n wanted to wait to tell you after we saved the world.”

Robin looked up at Steve. He was still crying, and she was joining him again. Her hands squeezed his wrists, and Steve’s knees turned to face Robin those few centimetres more, leaning warmly against her own. “And I agreed. And I wanted to wait until you brought it up again. Until you said again, that you loved them, like you used to tell me every day.”

Robin had hoped it would be less painful that way. While Steve wished it had been you he’d been telling it to every day instead.

“And... was it the right thing to do?” Robin gasps for air with her sob, shaking under Steve now.

And his breaths were gasping, his best friends starting to mirror, as his head shook up and down. “Yeah... it was.”

Robin threw her arms around Steve again, and he moaned as he held her back, so so tightly. Gripping onto Robin’s shoulders like he’d never have to let go again, as Robin nearly scrambled on top of his legs. Both of them crying open mouthed into each others shoulders. Teeth and spit and tears latched on. Neither of the best friends caring about being any semblance of perfect, and not wrecked, not when they were with each other. And they held each other so tight, so hard, as if the grief in their hearts was a magnet, pushing them even closer, but Steve and Robin never wanted to let go of each other, to help the burden of that grief.

Steve and Robin missed you, so much.

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Vintage Reeboks - Chapter 6: Operation '86

Eddie Munson x Reader More Eddie fics here

4519 word count

Warnings: Canon typical violence; reference to physical child abuse; discussions of being queer in the 80s

Synopsis: The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.

Previous Chapters: 1 - Lover’s Lake; 2 – Hey, Siri; 3 - World Wide Web; 4 - Cemetery Drive; 5 - Red Bull

Chapter Synopsis: Welcome back to Hawkins, old friends. Get out your whiteboards and red string. Keep a look out for the ‘Exit 2022’ sign. Buckle up, because this is the penultimate chapter.

Author’s Note: I am hugely grateful to everyone who gave feedback about the Gareth reveal. I’m glad you love him, because he’s here and friends… he’s queer. Pls see the end note!

1985 - 1986

Gareth knew he loved Eddie. He loved every performance. Lunchtime drama. Hellfire campaign. Corroded Coffin show. He loved every act of kindness. Rides home when it was raining. Arms around the shoulders when Gareth turned up to school with a black eye. Taking the heat when Jason Carver was in the mood to beat the freak out of someone.

Yeah, Gareth knew he loved Eddie. Was in love with him. He’d done a pretty magnificent job at pushing all that down though. He’d resigned to a life of longing, hoping that maybe the world would be different or maybe when he could get himself out of Hawkins.

Then, ’86, baby. That was the last he saw Eddie. The scene was imprinted so vividly in his mind. The magazine. The table tops. Dustin and Mike. Army crawling towards a D, and it was going to be his year.

Everything happened kind of slowly and all at once after that. People were saying that Eddie murdered Chrissy and that Hellfire was a cult. The town was losing their collective shit and Gareth was frozen into inaction.

After Jason smashed Gareth’s head into the ground, snarling with the pious venom of a man possessed by grief-stricken denial, Gareth sobbed. He threw things around his bedroom, swore at his sister, and got his second beating of the day.

In the aftermath of the earthquake, Gareth found all the other members of Hellfire, but not their beloved dungeon master. Dustin, always larger than life, seemed so small as he told Gareth that Eddie was missing.

Something broke in him that day. Whatever hope Gareth was holding onto for a better future was snuffed out.

He watched his sister leave Hawkins and he was happy for her. She had started a family; he loved his niece. You were rambunctious and comfortably weird and totally yourself from the get go.

Gareth never left, and although he never spoke of his teenage years, he was constantly reminded of them. Hawkins made sure of that.

Then, his sister moved back, bringing you. You with all your questions and interests and outspoken queerness. Gareth liked having you and your mother there though; it was the least lonely he had felt since before Eddie went missing.

2022

Eddie.

Eddie who was standing in front of Gareth, looking the exact same as he did back in 1986.

“Gareth?!”

Dustin Henderson’s voice was loud as he called over the fence, “Guys? We’re here!” The group let themselves through, congregating just outside the pool house’s open door.

He couldn’t take it; Gareth took a wobbly step backward and ran for the house. Eddie went to go after him but you put your arm out to block his way.

“Let me… Let me go talk to him. You deal with them,” you told Eddie, motioning to the group of ragtag adults standing in your backyard.

Giving Dustin a kind of ‘hi/bye’ smile, you left them to head inside. You could hear the reunion behind you, thirty-six years in the making.

You found your uncle in his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at the sensible shoes on his feet. Carefully, you entered the room, sitting next to him.

“You knew Eddie… in high school?”

He took a while to answer, barely moved as he spoke. “I was… I was in Hellfire. And… Corroded Coffin.” Gareth hadn’t said those combinations of words in so long, they felt foreign on his tongue. Bitter to taste.

“Do you want to know-”

“No. No. I don’t want to know anything. I can’t do this again.”

There was no correct amount of time to let pass in silence. What could you possibly say to explain the presence of Eddie and how he was – unchanged and in the pool house? Although, it wasn’t the time travel that seemed to be impacting your uncle the most.

“We’re going to send him home,” you eventually whispered. “They’re gonna fix this.”

Gareth moved then. He turned to look at you, the sadness replaced with a sort of fearful realisation. “You’re sending…” He struggled to say his name. “Eddie back?”

When you nodded, Gareth stood, his mind ticking over a million miles an hour.

“How does that work? He goes back and-and history’s just… rewritten? What if it changes everything? Or does it… I don’t know, create a new reality?!”

“Woah, woah, I don’t know? Okay? That’s kind of Dustin’s thing?” you said, standing too.

“Dustin’s thing?!” Gareth repeated, all the images in his head of Dustin Henderson flashing through his mind.

“I know this is a lot… But surely it explains some things, right? Eddie said when he found out that, like, the supernatural was real, it freaked him out, but it made sense. And now you know that Eddie didn’t kill anyone. And where he went,”

“I knew he didn’t kill anyone. And we all knew something was wrong here. That there was something wrong with Hawkins. That’s not why- That’s…” But your uncle, who apparently you didn’t know at all, couldn’t explain why he was on the cusp of a panic attack.

Gareth paced and you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to hug him. Desperately, you wanted to ask a million and one questions.

“I’ll… let you process. I got a new phone, so message if… if you need anything. Or want… I don’t know. I’m sorry, Uncle G… I didn’t know.”

Gareth watched you leave, the same moxie in you that he saw in the kids he grew up with. It scared the absolute shit out of him.

…

“You’re Gareth’s niece?!” Dustin said when you got back to the pool house.

Before you could answer, Eddie was up and hugging you. His face was buried in your hair, and he whispered, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “It’s not your fault. He’ll be alright. I think. I don’t know. Let’s just focus on this right now.”

Letting Eddie go, you looked around the room. “Um… Hi. Everyone.”

Dustin moved to pull you into a bear hug. “It’s good to meet you in person. Guess you’ve been family all along, huh?”

“Hawkins is… small…” was all you could say.

“Small and evil. Let’s do this. I wanna get out of here,” a voice added to your statement, prompting Dustin to let you go.

“Didn’t expect you to show up, Applejack,” Eddie said, nodding to the owner of the voice.

“Yeah, well, let’s be real. I’ve always been half the brain of this operation, and someone needed to watch out for these idiots,” she said. “Hi. I’m Erica,”

“Sinclair, right?” you replied, taking the hand she’d offered. Erica nodded.

Lucas’ kids had snitched on him; they had told their cousins about his trip with Uncle Dustin back to Hawkins. Erica had called her brother as soon as she heard. “What on God’s green earth has possessed you to go back there?!”

“It’s Eddie. Eddie. He’s there,” Lucas had said.

That’s all it took. Eddie had been nice to Erica. She still remembered his graceful bow to her when she took out Vecna in Hellfire Club’s final session.

Honestly, that’s all it took for them all. Max, Steve, and Robin all remembered Eddie’s terrified eyes. They remembered the week he spent cold and hungry and hunted in Rick’s boat shed. They remembered how sick everyone was guilt and grief when he never came through Watergate. They remembered Dustin never being the same again.

Of course, his name was all it took.

After the introductions were had and the shock of seeing Eddie unchanged had waned a little, Dustin asked, “Do you have, like, a whiteboard?”

“No. No, I don’t. No red string and pins either. Sorry,” you replied.

“Yeah, man. You already look like you’re having too much fun with this,” Eddie chimed in. He was leaning against the bar, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes kept flicking from person to person, trying to make himself recognise his friends.

“This is a trip,” Robin said, for the third time.

“Yeah. Can you like, stop staring at me though?” Eddie said. “Harrington, can you do something about her?”

Steve looked from Robin to Eddie and back again. “Uh… No?”

“Good to see you’ve not changed,” Eddie told him, patting him on the back.

“Time travel’s real,” Robin stated. “Like, real real,”

“After everything, that’s where you draw the freaky line?” Max asked her. Robin just shrugged.

…

If you were being completely honest with yourself, you had no hope that any of the ideas were going to pan out. They were already clutching at straws and it was only the first day of Operation: ’86.

Dustin, Lucas, Erica, and Steve had taken Steve’s rented car and headed back to the lake. Although you had gone diving looking for the gate, they figured they knew what they were looking for. They were going to the site of all the gates that had ever existed. As far as they knew, Eleven had closed the rip between here and the Upside Down but it was worth checking out.

Max and Robin set up at the bar. Robin was on the phone to Nancy Wheeler, who wouldn’t step foot in Hawkins, but agreed to do what she could from New York. Max was calling anyone else who may have ideas, information, or supernatural spider senses.

“I feel useless,” Eddie said.

The couch had returned to its sofa state, and you sat next to him, holding his hand.

“I don’t think there’s a whole lot you can do,” you told him. What you wanted to add was that maybe he needed to be prepared for the fact that there might not be anything anyone can do.

Eddie was leaning forward, his free hand rubbing his face and shaking.

“So, my uncle…” It was purely a distraction attempt. But it worked.

“Christ. Yeah. Gareth. He isn’t a part of… all this,” Eddie told you, pointing to the two women at the bar. “He is… was… my friend. Known him almost my whole life, you know?”

“What was he like then?”

Eddie grinned. “He tries real hard to be a tough guy, but he’s the sweetest kid. Wicked drummer. Like, he’ll always have the songs down first. Always says we could go harder. Faster. And, uh,” Eddie paused to chuckle. “Always picking splinters out of his fingers. From his sticks,”

“I didn’t even know he played,”

“Guess having a murderer in your band takes the shine off the rockstar dream,”

“Eddie. He knows you didn’t do anything. He said he knew then too,” you tried to reassure.

Eddie nodded. “Gareth the Great…” he mumbled. “Cautious player, but smart…”

You’d succeeded in distracting Eddie from the task of time travel, but you’d replaced one trauma with another. What kind of life was waiting for him back then? What had happened to the rest of Hellfire Club, now the pitchforks were sharpened and the town mob’s torches were lit?

Eddie had hope though. You could tell. It wasn’t just that he spoke in present tense, like his life still existed, ready for him to step back into. There was a brightness in his eyes that Dustin and co. had switched on.

By the end of the day, it had dimmed.

There were no gates. There was no Hawkins Lab. Redevelopment and gentrification had claimed much of the land that once seemed critical to the fate of Hawkins. There weren’t any old buildings for ghosts to find home in. There was nothing.

Max and Robin came up short too. They’d even tried to get in touch with scientists, people with some level of credibility studying anything remotely related to time travel.

“They either thought I was crazy or they were too interested,” Max reported.

“Too interested?” you asked.

“Like kidnap Eddie and keep him in a lab interested,” Robin clarified.

Eddie didn’t like the déjà vu he was experiencing. Dustin sat on the coffee table in front of him, trying to reassure him that there was nothing to worry about.

Max was quiet; Robin not so much. “We’ll be able to figure this out, right? Even without… everyone. He’s not just stuck here, is he?”

“Na. No. Of course not. Right? Dustin? Right?” Steve said, the only one willing to answer Robin. Steve stood with his hands on hips. He was too old for this bullshit, he thought.

It was all too familiar, besides Erica and Lucas sitting side by side on the end of your bed. And you. Eddie turned to look at you, one hand still in yours and the other rubbing the back of his neck.

He began to shake his head. There was nothing you could say though.

“We need to stop with the phone calls,” Steve decided then. “We don’t know how you got here, but we know the type of people who involve themselves in this sort of thing,”

“This sort of thing?” you asked.

“Trust us. We know about… this sort of thing,” Robin asserted.

“Last thing we need is to be on anybody’s radar,” Steve continued.

“Too late,” from Lucas.

“Excuse you?” Erica said, leaning back to look at her brother, entirely unimpressed.

“Not me! Him!” Lucas accused, pointing at Dustin.

“Don’t worry. It’s not about this,” Dustin said like it was going to answer any questions. All eyes were on him. “I’ve been… tinkering. With some ideas. Prototypes. Nothing big. It’s just got me noticed. Nothing to worry about,”

“He’s on the C.I.A.’s watch list,” Lucas clarified.

“What?!” Steve yelled. “Our kids are friends, man!”

The group erupted into the type of bickering only possible within a group of people who loved each other dearly and had been to hell and back together.

Eddie remained silent, leg bouncing, deep in thought.

“Ed?” you whispered, pulling him back to reality.

He looked over at you, a myriad of emotions in his eyes.

The group settled into a moment of silence. Then Steve asked, “Does that mean you could, like, build a time machine?”

“How’d you get dumber with age?” Dustin replied, staring in disbelief.

They stayed until well after the sun set. In the end though, they still had nothing. The finality of that was settling into your consciousness as you served pizza up on paper plates to Max and Robin.

“I don’t wanna jinx it,” Robin started. “But if… If we can’t find a way, are you going to… keep him?”

“He’s not a lost dog,” Max laughed.

You looked over to where Steve and Eddie were engaged in conversation on the sofa. Steve was talking and Eddie was just watching him, his brows knitted in confusion but the edges of his mouth turned up in a dead giveaway indicator that he was amused.

Dustin, Lucas, and Erica had ventured inside the main house, going to see their old friend and hopefully provide some sort of comfort.

“I’m just asking because you seem close… already,”

“Uh, I don’t- We haven’t, like, talked about that. We’ve just operated under the assumption that he is going home,” you told them.

“But if he can’t?” Robin pressed.

Max gave you a knowing smile. “Kind of makes sense that he stays here. Gareth can like, bridge the gap. And you like him,” she reasoned.

Eddie had reached out and pulled Steve into a hug. He glanced up at you though, smiling wide.

When the others returned and the pizzas were demolished, the room fell into a sad quietness that was meant for Eddie, and only Eddie, to break. He cleared his throat.

“So, that’s it then,” he said nodding his head once, his hands clasped together in his lap.

“No, man, we-” Dustin went to say.

“No. Don’t… don’t bullshit me, man. We were making it up as we went along then. Still doing it now,” Eddie interrupted.

“If we knew why the gate spit you out here…” Lucas tried.

“There’s no why. It doesn’t make sense. Gone through it all. Vecna. The Upside Down. Eleven. Creel. Fuckin’ hive mind. I don’t think this was on purpose,” Eddie stated more matter-of-factly than emotionally. The emotions would come later.

“It was random. There’s… anomalies in everything. Maybe you just got really unlucky, Eddie…” What Max had said made a lot of sense; she was right. Every law of science and the supernatural had exceptions. One offs. Strange things. Unexplainable events that couldn’t be repeated.

“Eddie, you’re welcome to come back with me. We got a guest room all set up. You can teach the rugrats Dungeons and Dragons,” Steve said, his words spilling out fast in a desperate attempt to fix the problem.

“Nah, Harrison. I think your days of adopting people way younger than you are over,” Eddie joked, that emotion starting to seep in now.

“What he’s saying is that you have family here. The offer is the same for me. Suzie already said if you needed a place to go, you’re always welcome,” Dustin told him.

“Same with us,” from Lucas.

Eddie was going to turn them all down and you knew why. He looked at you.

“He stays here,” you announced to the room. “He…” Eddie’s eyes were glossy with tears. “He belongs here. We’ll figure it out.”

They stayed for a beer or two, then made their way back out the gate and around the front to their cars. Staying away from their lives – partners and children and careers and C.I.A. watch lists – couldn’t be justified when there was simply nothing to be done.

As soon as you were alone with Eddie, he was on you, pulling you into a tight hug. He was shaking and holding in whimpers.

“I mean it, Eddie. We’ll figure it out. You’re not alone.”

…

Once Eddie could stand without leaning on you, you ushered him into the tiny bathroom for a shower. Leaving him to it, you went back inside the house, finding your mum had returned home from work.

“Eddie Munson – THE Eddie Munson – is out in the pool house?!” she yelled as soon as she saw you.

“Why does it seem like the issue is that it’s Eddie, not that time travel happened and there’s been fucking monsters in Hawkins this whole time?”

“Oh, of course all that magic monster stuff is real. It was either that, or my brother was truly an agent of Satan and believe me – Gareth is the last person Satan would want as the face of the company,”

“That… feels like an insult?” Gareth said.

You were standing in the kitchen, your mum not pausing her vegetable preparation despite the conversation being what it was. Your uncle was sat at the table, picking at his nails.

“Right, well if you don’t think Eddie is the devil, why are you acting all high and mighty about it?” you asked her.

She sighed and shot her brother a look. The silence was heavy.

“I’ve done a super good job at not asking you guys about, you know, Hawkins or how you grew up or my grandparents or anything. And now that I know about some of it, I get it. It fucked you up. But I just met a whole group of people that were smack bang in the middle of it and they’re willing to talk about it. They went on with their lives, you know?”

“Now who’s being high and mighty?” your mum mumbled under her breath. You were too much like her.

You couldn’t have known but you weren’t being fair. You weren’t even being factual. Yeah, you’d met some people who made it out of Hawkins semi-adjusted enough to forge lives. But you didn’t know Nancy or Jonathan. You never knew Eleven or Mike. And you sure as fuck never knew Will Byers – who had so much in common with your uncle but could never shake the violent cold of the Upside Down.

Gareth was not unkind though, and he didn’t want you to be angry or feel lied to. Maybe it was time to let go of what he had been holding onto his whole life.

“Eddie was the first person I ever loved,” he said. Your mum put her knife down and looked at her brother. He’d never said it out loud.

“Like, loved loved?” you asked.

Gareth nodded. “Yeah. Straight away. He walked up to me one day, said he liked my shirt, and told me about D&D… Didn’t know about it before him. But, ah, changed my life, I guess. That and the band. Gave me something to… Focus on.”

The revelation made you desperately sad, but it began to glue together pieces of information you knew.

“You know why we don’t see your grandparents,” your mum added. “If you think they’re bad now, with their Trump bullshit, you should have seen them back then when it was okay to be like that. The way they-” but she couldn’t finish the sentence, her words swallowed by memories.

You understood the subtext of the conversation. For the first time in your entire life, you were on the exact same page as your mother and uncle.

“Do you want to… see him?” you braved the offer.

“It’s been a big day,” Gareth said, smiling up at you. “Maybe tomorrow. Sounds like he’s going to be stuck here for a while, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe. Probably. Dustin’s meant to be the smart one and good with… this stuff. But I don’t think he has any idea really,”

“Well… Maybe it’s for the best. You have no idea what sending him back could do,” he replied, echoing what he had said earlier in the day.

You nodded.

After kisses on the cheek, you left brother and sister in the kitchen of their house. Your mum went back to cutting vegetables, but Gareth knew her better than that.

“Something you want to say?” he deadpanned.

“Well, this could be a good thing. Resolve all the ‘sad gay boy loses love of life and never recovers’ thing,” she said in one breath out, like she had been holding it in for years.

Gareth looked at her. “I think that was hate speech.”

…

Eddie was still in the shower when you stepped back into the pool house. You got changed into something more comfortable, including Eddie’s new/old Gremlins shirt that didn’t smell like him but it was as close to ‘girlfriend feels good wearing boyfriend’s clothes’ as you were going to get.

When he did make his way out, eyes crying-bloodshot red, he lit up at you.

“Thought you bought that for me?”

“Sharing’s caring,” you sing-songed back.

“Guess if I’m… sticking around, I better figure out a way to make some money of my own,” he said, jumping onto the bed in only the towel that hung low on his hips.

“2022 has a surplus of drug dealers. What’s your backup trade?”

“Heavy metal.” The reply was instant and his expression blank for a few seconds before he grinned ear to ear. “Seriously though… My plan was to graduate. That’s taking longer than first anticipated. Then, I don’t know. Get of Hawkins.”

You thought for a second. Eddie was scared that maybe you’d judge him; maybe his lack of a five year plan and real life adult skills would be unattractive. But when you spoke again, there was still the same softness and affection in your voice as before.

“Can I be honest with you, Eddie? Like… Really honest?”

He nodded, eyes flicking over your face, trying to find clues that would tip him off to what you were about to say.

“I’ve been thinking about the whole time travel thing. Something my uncle’s said a few times. If you go back-”

“I could fuck everything up for everyone? Yeah. Yeah, I keep thinking about it too.”

You and talked through the possibilities; while acknowledging that anything was possible, there were two more likely outcomes of a time traveler returning to their original place in time and space.

First: multiple universe theory. Eddie would leave your known reality, and return to his, setting it on a different path, but leaving yours unchanged. That was best case.

Second: rewritten history theory. Eddie would leave 2022 and return to 1986, thereby changing history entirely. Given he was now armed with all known information about Vecna, the subsequent events in Hawkins, and not to mention – everything that has happened since ’86, that could be very dangerous.

“Can’t even pretend I’d go back and not use what I know,” Eddie said. “And if I don’t go missing, if all that shit doesn’t happen to Gareth and your mum doesn’t leave Hawkins and… What if I like, unmake you?”

It really wasn’t funny, but you laughed. “I mean, it could be worse, I guess?”

“How? How could it be worse than you not existing?”

You were cringing before you finished speaking. “Let’s say you go back. You hang out with Gareth more, because, you know, he loves you so much. You get to know my mum. My mum is kind of amazing. Like, she’s super sassy and likes metal. Heart of gold. You fall in love with-”

“Stop! I get it!” Eddie almost screamed, standing up and grabbing the towel before it could fall to the ground. He busied himself finding clothes.

“Eddie. What if you married my mum?” You were just teasing at that point.

“Sweetheart, I’m warning you.” Eddie was half naked and pointing at you, dead serious but looking ridiculous.

You lowered your voice and scrunched up your face in a disgusted expression. “You could end up being my dad.”

Eddie froze, his head tilted just enough that you knew he was about to do something. Then he did; he leaped across the room in a few long bounds and you barely made it out of the way.

“Take it back!” he yelled, chasing you.

“No! Time travel’s fucked up! Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?!” you squealed back, laughing until Eddie caught you.

His tickling very quickly turned to peppering you with kisses. “I.” Kiss. “Don’t.” Kiss. “Understand.” Kiss. “That.” Kiss. “Reference.”

Sighing, you playfully kicked him away, sitting up. “Eddie. I don’t think you’re going back there.”

He sat opposite you, holding both your hands in his. “Yeah… I know. Even if Gandalf’s eagles get here, I can’t go back to the Shire now. They were happy. Today. Everyone. They’ve made it, you know? Dustin has his own little freak Hendersons. I can’t risk that…”

You agreed with him, entirely, but felt suddenly compelled to offer an alternative perspective. To give him options.

“You could go back and be the hero though, right? Save the others? Mike, right?”

Eddie winced at the name. It hurt to know that not long after he went M.I.A., little Wheeler, with his lanky arms and steadfast obliviousness, had died.

“I’m no hero,” Eddie whispered, looking up at you, the saddest you’d seen him since you pulled him from the water. “I’m more of a liability than anything else. I can’t go back.”

End Note: Anybody wonder what Steve and Eddie were talking about? Hmmmmmm. One chapter to go, so please place your bets and put in your requests for any final details you wanna seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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Summary; Dustin comes back after the “earthquake” with news that eddie is gone, you lose your shit basically.

Part Two

written in first person?

word count : 2.1k

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It was now day 3 after the supposed “earthquake” but i knew better, i knew what had gone down, i had helped them with the plan, i was there running around like a crazy women trying to make sure everyone knew exactly what to do.

Bruises are now turning different shades of purple and black, i had taken a tumble when the ground spilt in two under my feet. I hadn’t seen anyone since it happened, everyone far to scared of said “earthquake” I went down the the school to offer some help, currently sorting through clothes into different bins.

“Y/N’ dustin says walking over to me ‘henderson!’ i move around the table and wrap my arms around the younger boy, glad he’s okay and safe and no scratch on him. ‘i uh’ i smile kissing his head ‘I’m so glad your safe, how is everyone else?! is everyone else ok?’ i say as i see Steve, Nancy and Robin walk in with boxes of things. ’yeah yeah, i uh theres something i need to tell you though’ he says looking down letting go of the hug. ‘Dustin wheres eddie?’ he looks away walking to the bench, i sit next to him ‘dustin?’ ‘he saved us’ he starts ‘dustin don’t’ ‘he died a hero for this town, the town that thinks he’s a murderer a freak’ he says, i shake my head ‘no no, your lying’ i say standing up ‘eddies fine! thats a sick joke henderson’ ‘y/n’ he sighs tears now filling his eyes ‘no’ i mumble looking at the younger boy ‘i watched him die, in my arms’ ‘oh dustin’ i mumble falling into the seat next to him wrapping my arms around the younger boy. He had looked up to Eddie so much. ‘He wanted me to tell you that he loved you’ I look away shaking my head ‘no’ i chuckle before letting out a sob ‘stubborn arsehole’ i sob biting my bottom lip.

Me and Eddie, best friends, since middle school. Eddie was also my first love but god forbid i ruin our friendship over it. So i didn’t act upon it, yeah he was flirty and touchy but thats just who he was as a person, thats the relationship we had, theres no way he loved me like how i loved him.

‘like he really loved you y/n’ i shake my head letting out a sob.

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Later that evening me and dustin had gone to mine, i was now stood in my pjs and one of eddies old jumpers, trying to find comfort in the whole situation. ‘is… is he gonna get a funeral?’ i look at dustin he shrugs ‘i dunno, probably not since the whole town still hates him’ i nod my head wrapping my arms around myself ‘does it still smell of him?’ he says, i sniff the collar and shake my head ‘not anymore’ i mumble.

It was an older jumper of his, that i had stolen a while back, but it still brought some comfort, felt like a big eddie bear hug. The ones he gave when he knew i was down. ‘do you wanna go for a drive?’ dustin nods, so we get into my car, the music on low, the windows down as we drive around the town sharing memories of eddie. Our eddie. Our hero.

I drop dustin off around 11pm, apologising to his mother about him being home late with everything that is happening. I drive around a bit longer before i stop off at Wayne’s trailer, the lights are on still. i hop out of the car and walk to the door knocking slowly. He opens the door and smiles softly ‘how you holding up kid?’ i shake my head ‘come’ he moves out the way so i can walk in, but i don’t ‘i just wanted’ i stop and shrug ‘i dunno what i wanted’ i chuckle ‘was kinda hoping id knock and he’d magically be here and be the one opening the door’ i say biting my lip the tears now coming back to my eyes. Wayne smiles softly at me, pulling me into a hug.

‘he really did love you’ he chuckles ‘just didn’t wanna lose you’ ‘well now I’ve lost him’ i sob. He nods and rubs my back. Wayne had always been there for us when growing up, he was like the dad i never had.

‘wait here’ he smiles before disappearing, i stand in the trailer and look around, just seeing eddie everywhere. ‘this is for you’ he smiles softly again handing me a box ‘i know you were close and i didn’t wanna just throw them away, not that I’m getting rid of everything yet but’ he sighs i look into the box and its a few of eddies shirts and tapes. a few polaroids as well on top. ‘he would’ve wanted you to have them’ he smiles i nod ‘wayne i’ he shakes his head ‘its fine’ he smiles ‘I’m so sorry’ i mumble he nods again

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After a little chat with wayne about some fond memories with Eddie i had driven myself home, eyes a tad blurry from the tears but i got home in one piece. I sat on my bed and looked through the box of things, there was a hellfire shirt, eddie had a few around his room, them being one of the things he loved most. Of course it was The Hellfire Club was basically his baby. Theres a few band tee’s of his as well, as well as some tapes. i pick up the polaroids and look at them closely. the sneaker fucker took candids of me. bastard.

i chuckle looking at the photos, sweet memories springing to mind, I’m taken out of my little bubble when i hear something hitting my window. Frowning i get up and walk over to it, phone in hand just incase i have to attack.

I look out the window and theres nothing there, so i go and lay in bed and look over the pictures again, then the sound comes back. I groan and walk back over and open my window ‘who’s there?!’

‘Hey sweetheart’ i hear, i frown i know that voice.

I run down the stairs and out the front door turning to my bedroom window seeing nobody there ‘wtf’ i mumble looking around ‘I’m going fucking crazy’ i sigh running a hand through my hair, i go to walk back into the house ‘ahem’ i turn around as I’ve entered the house ‘miss me’

‘eddie?!’ he grins looking down at me ‘hey sweetheart’ he chuckles ‘no’ i mumble shaking my head ‘yo— your dead’ i take a step back ‘thats what i thought to doll’ he smiles “c’mere” he says walking closer holding his arms out ‘eddie your dead, your not here, your not real’ i say my breathing picking up and my heart beat racing.

‘oh I’m here sweetheart, I’m here and I’m real’ he smiles softly ‘let me explain’ i shake my had ‘your dead’ i sob the tears coming back ‘dustin told me, he saw you die?!’ he nods ‘let me explain’ he sighs, i let out another sob and fall back onto the steps of the stairs. ‘oh sweet’ he sighs closing the door and walking over to me, placing his hands on my knees.

He’s cold, his hands are like ice blocks ‘your dead’ he shakes his head, ‘the bats, they.. they didn’t kill me’ he smiles softly ‘hey listen’ he smiles taking my chin ‘I’m real’ he mumbles placing a kiss to my nose ‘I’m dreaming’ i mumble, wiping my eyes causing him to chuckle ‘sweetheart I’m real as can be’ he grins ‘but’ ‘no i know, dustin thought i died, but he we are’ he chuckles ‘eddie?’ ‘mhm’ he hums looking at me ‘your really here’ he nods his head ‘yeah’ he smiles softly ‘but’ he begins ‘but what?’

‘I’m not the same y/n’ ‘whatcha mean?’ he grins taking my hand ‘lets go upstairs’ i nod standing up, wobbling a little but he catches me before we walk into my bedroom, he chuckles when he sees his things covering my bed ‘i uh’ i mumble, he shakes his head wrapping his arms around me ‘I’m different’ ‘well we all knew that munson’ ‘i mean like, something from the books, like not normal’ ‘again we knew this’ i smile through my tears up at the boy, he groans rolling his eyes before opening his mouth showing off fangs?

i frown looking at them, running my thumb under his left thang ‘wow’ i mumble as i prick my finger. His eyes turning slightly red before stopping the blood ‘edward munson have you turned into a vampire?’ chuckle he shrugs ‘i think so, i mean i was bit by bats’ i nod ‘its weird though’ he sighs laying on the bed ‘the sun doesn’t hurt me like i thought it would, I’m also not blood thirsty’ he chuckles. ‘you sure about that’ i chuckle shoving my thumb near him, ‘y/n’ he groans ‘its ok’ i mumble placing my thumb to his lips. ‘i just needed to see you before i even try and work this out’ he mumbles against my thumb. ‘why me?’ i mumble pulling my thumb away ‘why not dustin?’

‘because i don’t love dustin’ ‘yes you do’ i chuckle ‘i don’t love dustin how i love you y/n’ he says ‘i thought i was a goner, i thought’ he stops ‘i didn’t think i’d’ he stops again getting frustrated with himself, he steps closer and kissing my lips softly before pulling away just as quickly as he stepped forward ‘i just really fucking love you ok’ he groans

‘i fucking love you and i thought i was dying in henderson arms and that i’d never get to live out this silly little fantasy i had about us’ he sighs laying down on the bed covering his face ‘eddie i’ ‘no’ he mumbles ‘its silly forget i said anything ‘no edd-‘ ‘i said no’ he groans, i shake my head and move to straddle him ‘eddie i love you’ i mumble looking down at his brown doe eyes. ‘really?’ he mumbles, i nod my head ‘really’ ‘i just didn’t say anything before because i didn’t wanna ruin what we had’ ‘so it took me dying and turning into a vampire to get you to confess’ he chuckles i roll my eyes and slap his chest. ‘kidding sweetheart’ he smiles

I groan and move to lay next to him, noticing how his skin is a lot paler then before, his veins more visible and a weird scent lingering on his skin. ‘i can hear your heart beat’ he mumbles picking up my hand, i frown and turn to him ‘what?’ ‘its like everything has been dialled up to 100’ he sighs ‘like my senses’ i nod looking down at the boy, ‘what else?’ i mumble watching as he takes my hand into his turning to me. ‘I’m a real fast runner now’ he grins, i shake my head ‘i hate you’ i chuckle he grins

i gasp ‘your ears’ i grin moving his hair ‘what?’ he looks at me ‘they’ve gone a bit pointy at the top’ i chuckle running a finger along the outline of his ear ‘mhm’ he shrugs. ‘your eyes are darker as well’ i mumble ‘when my thumb started bleeding, they started going a little red’ i smile, he nods ‘cause I’m a blood thirsty vampire love’ he chuckles ‘you’ve gotten paler as well ed’ i say just above a whisper, ‘you’ve got slight red veins under your eyes as well’ i mumble running a finger along his skin as i describe each part, taking everything in just incase this is all a dream.

Trying to remember all of his features incase this is the last time.

‘I’m not leaving sweetheart’ he mumbles ‘not again’ he nudges himself into my hand, i frown ‘oh yeah i can kinda read your thoughts’ he grins wiggling his eyebrows ‘yeah please don’t do that’ i groan he grins ‘ill try sweetheart’ he chuckles ‘mhm, keep touching my face i was enjoying that’ he grins i chuckle running a finger along his jaw. i shake my head at boy in front of me, even with these new super natural powers he’s still my loser. still my eddie.

#eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #second gif is sooooooo noisy but i could not resist eddie looking up at steve like 🥺#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson vampire #vampire eddie munson #mine #dylanmunson

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EskaWrites AO3 masterlist

now that i have well over 175k words of fic up on ao3, i think that i can no longer claim this weird obsession with stranger things is just a fleeting thing. so! here’s a lil fic masterlist for myself and for anyone else who cares

one-shots

if i ever were to lose you (i’d surely lose myself)

“No—god, I just, I don’t care, okay? Forget about everything else—forget the kids, forget Robin, they’re not important right—you’re not even listening to me!” And she’s not. Her eyes are wide and she sits frozen, staring over his shoulder. Frustration spikes. He turns to follow her gaze, to see what the hell she’s looking at— —and he sees Robin.

or, Steve speaks without thinking, but words aren't the only thing that can hurt

you’re the reason that i’m hanging on

Max picks at the hem of her sleeve. “Did you see the clock?” It occurs to her, distantly, that Max is seeking comfort as much as she’s offering it. Robin feels something stir in her chest, and she thinks she should say something. Do something. She thinks she would normally know what. Now, she just doesn’t.

or, the obligatory Robin gets Vecna'd fic

the fallen leaves tell a story

"Say one day a Tarnished does take the throne. Say that you do. The smaller corners of the world will mean nothing to you, then, and neither will I.” “That doesn’t bother you?” “Why should it? I cannot change it, and it hardly affects me.” Nancy studies her for a long moment. “What’s your name?” “Robin,” says the woman. Nancy looks her over. Bright blue eyes. Freckles painted over her cheeks. Warm firelight making her glow. Robin.

or, the Elden Ring au that literally nobody asked for

May Chaos Take the World

She wonders, looking over the empty ruins of the village, if it’s worth it. If anything in this wretched world has ever been worth it.

Robin is.

Nancy calls her to the grace, her hands empty, no strength to give or to gain, and yet Robin comes anyway. She kneels beside Nancy, keeping her space but smiling at her all the same.

“What do you wish of me?” she asks.

“Stay,” breathes Nancy.

To her delight, to her dismay, Robin does.

or, another elden ring au no one asked for

screaming in the dark (i howl when we’re apart)

When Eddie asked what everyone was doing on Halloween, Nancy was prepared to hate whatever he had planned. At best she’d be indifferent, sitting around with the kids because they need even teams or something. Instead, she finds herself increasingly intrigued as Eddie continues to spin his tale. It helps that Robin keeps squirming beside her—crossing and uncrossing her legs, fingers tapping or twisting with the endless energy that buzzes through her constantly—and every motion seems to put her a little bit closer to Nancy.

or, the party plays Werewolf; game or reality, Nancy doesn't like the idea of losing Robin

if you wanted, you could do no harm

She stops for gas at the station on the edge of town, the one that technically isn’t even in Hawkins, even though it serves as the universal indicator that you’re officially too far into rural small town America. There’s no one there as she fills the tank, no one there as she digs around the passenger seat for a road map she already knows she was stupid enough to forget, no one there when she growls under her breath and marches inside to buy one.

But when she turns around, map in her hand and a water bottle tucked beneath her arm, Robin Buckley is glaring at her.

sweetest submission, drinking it in

(smut/pwp) (posted anonymously)

Robin responded by taking Nancy’s wrists and slowly pulling them over her head. Nancy tilted her chin up as if in defiance. She could see Robin’s shadow hovering over her through the blindfold. The mattress dipped beside her, causing her to slide just slightly into Robin’s knees. Nancy sucked in a breath, part of her hoping that Robin would shift to straddle her, to use her warm weight to hold Nancy down as she— “Are you worked up already?” Robin asked, a low chuckle in her voice. - in which Nancy has a very, very good night

Raise Dead series

Raise Dead

(warning: major character death)

“Okay,” Jonathan cuts in. “Can one of you explain what exactly you’re talking about?” “Raise Dead is a fifth level cleric spell that allows the caster to restore life to a humanoid creature,” Dustin reels off. “Wait, El can do that?” Steve turns to El. “You can do that?” El looks scared. “I don’t know.” “We’ll never know unless we try, and El’s definitely a powerful enough caster to—” “This isn’t your stupid game,” Nancy snaps.

or, Robin dies, the group falls apart, and the kids never know when to quit

what could’ve been, would’ve been

It’s not all Robin’s fault, of course. Nancy doesn’t really spend that much time with them, and when she does, she usually keeps her thoughts to herself. So, despite the fact that Robin has been introduced to Hawkins’s own brand of hell now, Nancy finds that it’s easy to keep the distance between them. But there are times when Robin will lean over and whisper some sarcastic commentary for only Nancy to hear, and there are times when it will make Nancy laugh—genuinely, unexpectedly laugh. And there are times when Robin will grin at that, looking almost proud of herself.

or, the months leading up to March 1986

i’m with you (that’s where i’ll stay)

Robin sleeps like…well, like the dead. It unnerves Steve, who more than once has taken her hand and pressed his fingers to her pulse just to make sure she’s still there. Robin is never this still, not even in sleep. He’s long since lost count of the number of times he’s woken up to the covers pulled away and tangled around Robin, or to her legs kicking gently against his, or to her having moved from his side to the edge of the bed and back again. Robin turns, she rolls, she twists and she tangles but the one thing she never does is stay still. Asleep in the hospital bed, pale and drowning in the starch white of her gown and the bedsheets, she barely even breathes.

or, coming back to life is easier with your friends around you

thriving in the apocalypse series

(works listed here in timeline order, but you can go to the series page to find them in the order they were posted! it’ll make sense either way)

as empires crumble and cathedrals flatten (in my heart)

Robin’s eyes are heavy when they meet hers. Nancy hears an accusation in her own voice. You saw this. You knew this would happen. You didn’t stop it.

or, the author is obsessed with Nancy's visions of the end of the world

cast some light and you’ll be alright

Everyone else has someone. Everyone else has been caught in the aftermath. But Nancy—she pushes Jonathan toward Will, knowing he needs it more. And she puts makeup over the dark spots beneath her eyes. And she isn’t noticed by anyone.

or, nightmares in the wake of Vecna's victory

soldier (on better things, your heart is hung)

“Does this count as littering?” Robin asks, nodding toward the cans. Nancy rolls her eyes. “We’ll clean them up.” “Okay.” Nancy bites back her smile and pulls out her revolver. She catches the way Robin tenses, but she pretends not to notice as she looks over the weapon.

or, Nancy chooses a successor

i found a way (i found a way to reappear)

It’s not her conversation. It’s not her friendship. It’s not her house, or even her friend’s house. Nancy is your friend, she reminds herself. But Nancy isn’t here right now, either. And besides, Nancy has only ever been her friend at the end of the world. When there are mysteries to solve, and monsters to fight, and nightmares to talk about, Nancy is her friend. She thinks Nancy might be her friend other times, too, but it’s a theory that hasn’t been proven yet, and there’s a part of her that’s terrified of pushing her luck.

or, movie night at the Wheeler's house

but your hand’s wet with sweat, and your head needs a rest

Robin looks over her shoulder. She can hear the boys grumbling in the bathroom, and then a peal of laughter. She looks back at Nancy and nods. They’re okay. Nancy’s expression softens. Slowly, she sits back down, and her friends immediately absorb her in their conversation. Still, her eyes flick back up to Robin again, a small smile in her gaze.

or, 4 times Robin sticks up for the party, +1 time Nancy sticks up for Robin

all the comfort invested in my soul

Nancy's smile fades. “We can’t just go swimming to go swimming?” “At eight o’clock on a school night?” “School’s a joke these days anyway.” “Nancy.” Nancy frowns out the windshield. “It’s…stupid.” “Try me.”

or, Nancy faces a fear with Robin at her side

breakfast for dinner

“What are you two up to tonight?” “Probably just heading home,” Max says with a shrug. El shifts beside her, a small frown pulling at her features. Robin twirls her keys around her finger, thinking. “Are you interested in a little field trip? I gotta get groceries on my way home.”

or, girls' night with Robin and Max and El

made a family from people you found

“Will,” she says softly, then waits for him to look up at her again. “Do you want to tell me more, or do you want me to talk?” He looks torn between fleeing and crying. “I don’t—I don’t know how to talk about it.”

or, the Will and Robin coming out scene we deserve

i don’t wanna live like this (but i don’t wanna die)

She’s not stupid. She knows it happens. Has spent too many late nights in Hawkins’s library poring over the books and newspaper clippings everyone else steers clear of to not know that it happens.

It just…doesn’t happen here.

Stupid, she thinks. Of course it happens here. If supernatural monsters can run rampant in Hawkins, homophobic killers can exist in the next town over.

or, sometimes, Robin still feels so alone

when love became an act of defiance

Robin doesn’t know what’s worse: being on patrol when they run into something, or knowing that she could very well sleep through disaster on someone else’s night. Going with Steve makes it easier, but going with one of the kids makes it harder. Tonight, with Steve driving them to the trailer park and Will sitting in the backseat, Robin feels like she’s one bad scare away from losing her mind.

or, Robin finally snaps

i looked around in a blood-soaked gown

She hasn’t been in the running for valedictorian since sophomore year, and there’s no way anyone in Hawkins High would vote her for class president, but somehow her mother was still delusional enough to expect some incredible achievement from her once graduation rolled around. I’m alive, Robin thinks. How’s that for an achievement?

or, the Hawkins High School Graduation Ceremony, 1986

even in darkness i’m smiling (i know that fear is a good thing)

Back in the car, Max flips her knife open and shut, open and shut. “I want a flamethrower,” she says. “You want to give Steve a heart attack?” Robin asks. Max catches her gaze in the rear view mirror and grins.

or, Nancy, Robin, and Max patrol Hawkins late at night

love will not break your heart

Robin's been so full of anger lately, of fear, of all these emotions that Nancy sees like a reflection, and others, feelings she doesn’t quite understand, but wants to ease the burden of all the same. And Steve has been fretting over Robin the last couple of weeks. Of course he would do something nice for her like this. But it doesn’t make sense for them to not tell anyone they were going.

And there it is, the fifth red flag: Steve lied.

or, Nancy gets the answer to a months-long question

paint me in trust, i’ll be your best friend

Robin is avoiding her.

Well, no—that sounds drastic. Robin still smiles when she sees Nancy walk into a room. She still laughs whenever Nancy says something sarcastic or rolls her eyes at one of the kids. She even makes sure Nancy knows when and where movie nights are, and even votes to postpone when Nancy can’t make it to one.

But she won’t let Nancy touch her.

or, Robin Buckley, through Nancy's eyes

i know i may not look like much (just another screaming speck of dust)

She huffs—a sharp, frustrated exhale—and threads her fingers through her hair. She keeps her hand there, pinning the annoying strands in place, and digs her nails into her scalp angrily. Nancy has been angry a lot lately.

or, Nancy Wheeler deserves to rage

let’s hope it’s a good one, without any fear

Nancy is supposed to be back in town after months away, a week full of finals in the books, already thinking about next semester’s schedule and her plan to get more articles published in the paper. Instead, she’s spent the last few months patrolling the woods and falling in love.

or, a cozy night around the fire

celebrity fake dating au

this story that we found ourselves in

(warning: misogyny and sexual harassment, substance abuse, addiction)

Three days later, they find a magazine on their doorstep. Steve flips it open to a picture of him kissing her cheek beneath tall, bold letters:

FANTASY ROMANCE ALIVE AND WELL

Stuck to the page is a crinkled post-it note and Jonathan’s handwriting: thanks for the tip—wishing you both the best.

Robin sinks into the kitchen chair. It’s official. She’s in a relationship with Steve Harrington.

or, the Robin-centric celebrity fake dating au

now i am a heart with a head on my shoulders

“Look, I…” Max pauses. She tilts her head back, looking up at the ceiling as if searching for something, then drops it again and levels her gaze—surprisingly bright, full of a fire that she’s never been on the direct receiving end of—at Nancy. “I want to be a little better about this than I was with Steve, but I think we still need to talk.” Nancy’s thoughts race, then freeze. Her heart sinks a little. “Oh.”

or, Max and Nancy have a talk

our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories

“I love you.” Robin keeps breathing. It’s not loud, but it’s so much more than what she’s grown used to. Her apartment has been mostly silent since May. It’s been empty since Mike stormed in a few weeks ago, the magazine with Robin’s interview rolled up in his hand, only to find her sitting at the kitchen table with tears in her eyes, already reading it. Nancy has been so alone for so long—was ready to be alone forever in penance for what she did. But she’s not. Robin is here, somehow, despite all the times Nancy pushed her away or let her go. “I’m so in love with you, Robin Buckley.”

or, the celebrity fake dating au, Nancy's POV

flayed!robin au

the devil’s after both of us

“Robin?” Steve asks, still trying to approach her. Robin shakes her head. She’s so pale. A bead of sweat trails down from her hairline. There’s a cruel light in her eyes that Nancy has never seen before—has never even thought Robin capable of.

Because Robin’s eyes aren’t cruel. They’re warm, and usually crinkled in a smile, or at least some level of mischief. Even when she’s angry, her eyes are bright, not dull and cold like they are now.

They’re also, Nancy realizes, usually blue. But now they’re dark, too dark, nearly black.

Nancy is so, so stupid.

or, the flayed!robin au

karen gets vecna’d au

you’re not much, goodness knows

“It’s about your mother.”

“What’s wrong with her?” Nancy asks sharply.

But she knows. As Powell sighs again, looking helplessly down at his feet for an explanation he doesn’t have, she knows. As Steve looks anxiously between them—as behind her, Max peeks around the corner and starts walking closer—she knows.

or, the Karen gets vecna'd fic

#pray to the tumblr formatting gods that this works and isn't super annoying #eskawrites #ronance #ronance fic #rdau #raise dead #celebrity fake dating au #thriving in the apocalypse #writing things

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Hey sweets✨

Got a request with Steve Harrington. Based on the song shoutout by izzamuzzic, Julien Marchal..

So let's say, reader is Steve's best friend but she has feelings for him. After everything that happened with the mind flayer (s3), they get even closer.

When he's having nightmares, she's always there to hug him and calm him down. When he's hurt, she would ditch everything to be there. When he feels like he needs to cry and have a break down , she always tell him that it's okay, like she's giving him permission and he immediately burst out, hiding his face in her neck. He slowly fall in love with her without to realize.

After he gets better, he starts talking about Nance and how much he misses her, all the time. The reader swallows and swallows till one day, she tells him to shut up and confesses her feelings. They get distant.

And then Vecna appears. Before their last fight with him, reader sits with Steve and apologize for being distant, him confessing he missed her. Inside, he always knew he feels something for her but he'd brush it off. So, He tells Nancy about his dream and flirts with her, in front of the reader while being in the upside down.

At the end he realizes that, that something he felt for her.. is love. When Vecna's tentacles squeezes their necks, having them against the walls, making it hard to breathe (the scene from the last episode), he doesn't give a shit about his self or Nancy but the reader, afraid of losing her, watching her strangle on the other wall in front of him. He tries to reach her but fail.

Anyways at the end he grabs her and kisses her hard in front of everyone, confessing abt the moment he realized✨

(bonus: Eddie approaching the reader bc he likes her, her trying to move on from Steve, getting closer to the metalhead. Steve being jealous.)

Thank you boo

Ofc babe!

Steve Harrington x Reader

'She loved him, but he loved someone else's

"Yn?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked. The voice sounded scared, that only made your heart ache.

"I'm on my way Steve," you reply and ignore his protests of just hearing your voice would be fine. You throw on a hoodie and grab your keys.

It wasn't a long drive, like three miles. He was fairly close compared to everyone else. They still weren't very far.

After what felt like eternity, but was only a few minutes, you pull into the driveway of your best friends house.

You quickly park and run in to comfort steve. He was either having Nancy issues or a nightmare. You hated how you hoped it was nancy.

"Steve, it's me." You open the door and quickly make your way upstairs. You open Steves door and find him curled into a ball next to his headboard, you can see the way his body shakes.

"Yn?" He whispers and you get a glimpse of his tear stained cheeks as he lifts his head up.

You waist no time climbing into bed with him, he instinctively wraps his arms around your waist as you sit against the head board and pull him into your lap.

"You wanna tell me about it?" You whisper. Steve shakes his head and you play with his hair as he cries softly into your chest.

Steve doesn't say anything for a while, he just enjoys not being alone. He wished you would agree to move in with him, he really wished you would agree to that. He loved being in your presence, if always made everything better.

"Steve, please tell me what this one was about," you ask. Speaking about it always made him feel better, after he got done with the excess tears and fears.

"It was horrible," he whispers, "absolutely horrible. The mind flayer, he was back. And he took you and, and he took Dustin, I couldn't save you, I couldn't," Steve whimpers into your chest.

You wrap your arms around him even tighter. You wouldn't let anyone hurt him, no matter what it did to you or what it cost. You would protect steve.

This was how you both fell asleep, Steve curled into your chest, and you keeping him wrapped close. It was as platonic as Steve and Robin were, but you loved steve. But Steve loved nancy.

The next morning, Steve feels like shit. He doesn't want to leave bed, he has to. You both can't stay sleeping all day.

"Steve, if you want to stay in bed we can, I don't have work, and I can call Robin to cover for you, tell her to say you're sick," you say and Steve nods, still curled up into your body.

You sigh and dial Robin on the phone Steve put next to his bed, "Sorry, but I need you to cover for Steve, just say he's sick," you ask, Robin agrees and says Steve owes her big time for all of these covers she has to do.

If Steve grandma dies one more time, Keith said he needed a death certificate. You had already planned on changing the dates on your aunt's if you had to.

You hang up the phone and notice Steve's breathing is getting faster. You notice he sits up and you copy.

"It's okay, I'm here," you say as he closes his eyes. He doesn't even think twice before diving into you, he tucks his neck in your shoulder and let's out pitiful sobs.

You rub his back and hug him the best you can. This comfort you gave him was mediocre about best, it meant the world to Steve, however.

Little did Steve know, it meant the world to you to.

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This was all bullshit. Steve and Nancy were back again, and all Steve did was talk about her.

You hoped they were happy, you hoped Nancy was happy. She did have the man that you had lost so much sleep, drove in the middle of the night, been by his side when he cried about her, and did so much else to fix.

You were the sole reason that Steve Harrington was able to function. You were only reason he had the strength to get up each day. You helped him get that strength. You held him while he had breakdowns as all hours of the night. You, not Nancy.

"I think I love her," Steve tells you. He had wondered why you were so distant, he didn't like missing your presence.

"Why are you so distant? Did I do something?" Steve asks and grabs your wrist while looking at you. Did he do something, or worse, had he not noticed you were going through something?

"I'm sorry, just not feeling the greatest. Anxiety has been killing me," you apologize. That was mostly true. You were sorry for being distant. You had to be there for him, but not anymore. Steve had recovered.

"Oh, im sorry, you know you can call me. Day of night. In really glad I didn't do something, I missed you," he reminds and you smile as he drops you off. You opened the door and stoped out, waving to the man you loved. He waved back and smiled, it was a shame he loved someone else. It really was.

The next day there were issues. All Steve had done was tell you all about Nancy wheeler. The very girl you would die a thousand painful deaths to be, even if it was just for one day.

"Shut up about fucking Nancy Wheeler," you blow up after all this time of swallowing how you felt. Steve looks shocked as you stormed out to your car.

Steve felt heart broken, and he didn't know why. He assumed that was what happened if your best friend was mad at you.

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This was the most time you had spent with Steve in ages.

And you were being strangled. Of course you were. You gasped for air as you were lifted up by vecnas tentacles, or vines. Whatever, it didn't matter.

"Yn," Steve gasps his mind racing. He saw the way you struggled and he forgot about everything else, all he could think about was how he couldn't live without you.

All of those weeks, months, since you blew up about Nancy, he had felt something change. The live he felt disappeared, and in that moment Steve realized he wasn't in live with Nancy; he was in love with you.

Something happens, Steve doesn't know what, and the vines fall. Steve gasps for air before running to you. He pulls you in for a hug, before pulling back and kissing you.

He didn't give a flying fuck about Nancy or Robin watching him. He only cared about you.

"Took you lone enough," Robin says as you both disconnect your lips. You almost laugh, you would have if you hadn't remembered where you were, and why you were there.

"I love you and I'm sorry," Steve blurts and you smile before kissing him again.

"It took you long enough, I love you to and always have," you say and Robin laughs. The only person who hadn't known was Steve, well you didn't know he loved you.

But everything would be okay know, that was only a little true.

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Requests are open, my pinned post has all of the people and fandoms I wrote for!

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I should be into this guy

a/n: maya has been on my mind ALL DAY and idk if it's cause i love her or if it's cause i want a gf😭 but yeah slay i hope y'all enjoy this and credit to the gif owner! <3

“Have you ever had a crush on a boy?”

Robin choked on the soda she was drinking and coughed violently.

“Jesus Christ Robin!” You exclaimed while rushing to her and patting her back.

It was spring break and your parents went on vacation, but you had work so you decided to stay home. The key word here is had. After arguing with your manager about not getting enough hours you quit days before your parents left, but they didn't need to know that. You decided to stay back in Hawkins while you just hung out with friends, well, Robin.

Robin was panting, trying to catch her breath. She looked over at you with rosy cheeks and wide eyes.

“What? Where- where did that even come from?”

You sat on your bed and shrugged your shoulders.

“I just never heard you talk about liking any guys.”

Robin focuses on the picture you have pinned up of you and her. Robin had to be the person who fell for her best friend, it was already hard being in the closet, but it was even worse because of her crush on you. Steve insists that she can tell you about it but she shuts him down claiming that you'd leave the second you found out she likes girls. All the sleepovers, the times you've changed in front of her, you'd lose your mind if you found out!

“I talk about guys…” she mumbled.

You shake your head. “You talk about Steve, but not any other guys. Unless…”

Robin gagged and you let out a laugh at her reaction.

“No way! Plus he's still hung up on Nancy.”

You smirk at her. “So if he wasn't you'd date him?”

“No! Steve is just a friend. F-r-i-e-n-d. You know what that is right?”

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at her.

“I know what a friend is! I have plenty.”

“No, you don't, I'm your only friend.”

You make your way over to her and wrap her in a tight hug.

“That's true, but I wouldn't trade you for the world. You wanna order pizza?”

Why? Why did you have to say things like that to Robin? Her cheeks are flushed and they hurt from how big her smile is. She nods her head, clearing her throat before she pulls away from you.

“Pizza sounds good.”

You smile and make your way toward the phone ordering pizza for you both. Robin watches you with starry eyes as you sit on your nightstand and bring your knee up to your chest while the other is dangling off the nightstand. You're wearing a baggy t-shirt with a pair of house shorts. Robin knows you wouldn't agree with her but you look so beautiful like this. Your hair is in its natural state and your face is bare. Her eyes fall to your legs and she'd kill to have them wrapped around her. Not even in a sexual way, she just wants to have you in her arms and drown in you.

“Robin!”

She snaps out of her daze and looks at you.

“Is pepperoni okay with you?”

She slowly nods her head and smiles at you. “Yeah, sounds good,” she says breathlessly.

You turn your attention back to the phone and hang up with a smile.

“Okay, it'll be here in like thirty minutes or something. You wanna watch a movie?”

Robin nods her head, not trusting her voice. You grab her hand and drag her into the living room, Robin feels a bit embarrassed because she knows her hands are clammy and you either don't mind or you're nice enough to not say anything about it.

“Any preferences?”

Robin shakes her head and sits on the couch leaning against the armrest.

“Ghostbusters it is!”

“No! We saw that two weeks ago!” she said with a pout.

You look over your shoulder and stick your tongue out at her. “And now we're watching it today!”

You pop the tape into the VHS player and sit next to her. You both sit in comfortable silence, Robin stealing a few glances at you before you break the silence.

“Do you ever feel…different?”

“What do you mean?”

You take a shaky breath and play with the hem of your shirt.

“I mean, like…your whole life you're taught things, and you've always been taught how some things are right and some things are wrong.”

Robin nods her head. She places her hands on the cushion of the couch, adjusting herself so she can sit up straight.

“I still don't get what you're saying. Are you talking about math? Cause if you are I promise you I'm a lost cause.”

You laugh and shake your head. You look away from your hands and stare straight at the TV, not paying attention to what scene was playing.

“No, I'm not talking about math.” you stop for a while trying to find the right words to say what you want to say without directly saying it.

“I went on a date a couple of days ago.”

“Oh.”

You nod your head.

Robin clears her throat not daring to take her eyes off the TV.

“Was it nice?”

“It was, but…I didn't know. He was a nice guy. My parents would've liked him.”

“But?”

“I didn't like him.”

Your pinky lays on top of Robin’s and she stops breathing for a second. Her brain short circuits and she doesn't know what to do. You've held her hand before, but this is different.

“I'm supposed to like him,” you whisper. “but I didn't want to be on a date with him, I wanted someone else.”

Robin nods her head. Her hand is shaky but she slowly wraps her pinky around yours, similar to the many pinky promises you've made with each other.

“I know what you mean.”

Your hands are moving like magnets that finally found each other, and before you know it her hand is in yours. Your fingers interlock and you let out a breath that you didn't even realize you were holding in, you look out of your peripheral vision and see Robin biting her bottom lip trying to fight back the smile that's making way to her face.

“Robin?”

For the first time tonight, she meets your eyes.

“Yeah?”

You’re both leaning in, you know what's being said. Both of you saying everything without saying anything at all. You're inches away from each other, robin’s hand is now resting on your cheek and if you leaned in just a little more your lips would be on hers.

You both jump away from each other when you hear three knocks on the door and a muffled I have your pizza. You grab a crumpled 20 from your pocket and make your way to the door with Robin close behind. You hand the delivery guy the money telling him to keep the change. You take the pizza, close the door, and place the pizza on the small table near the door. You turn around and let out a squeal when Robin’s lips are on yours.

Your arms are thrown around her neck while her hands are resting on your waist. You've been kissed before but not like this. Robin is kissing you like there's no tomorrow, every single emotion she's feeling is being put into this kiss. You both pull away with wide eyes and shallow breaths. Robin lets out a giggle that turns into full-on laughter and tears are forming in her eyes. Your laugh soon joins her and you wipe away the tears that are streaming down her face.

“Why are you crying, Buckley?” you ask her while pulling her in for a bone-crushing hug.

Her hold on you never loosens and she's never felt so much joy before. She shakes her head and pulls away, wiping away the stray tears that are on her cheeks.

“You didn't like your date?”

“Not one bit.”

Robin swears her cheeks are going to be sore in the morning from how much she's smiling. Her hands are now on your face and her thumbs are gently rubbing your cheeks.

“Who'd you want to be on a date with?”

This is wrong. Society has told everyone from the beginning that it's not supposed to be like this, but why does it feel so right? If this is wrong, why does Robin’s hand fit in yours so perfectly? Why have you always gotten so nervous when she gives you cute nicknames? If something is wrong why does it feel so right? So natural. Being with Robin was by far the best and easiest thing for you, no one has ever made you feel the way Robin makes you feel.

“You. I wanted it to be you.”

Robin knew that's what you meant earlier, but to hear you say it? It was enough to bring tears to her eyes again, she never thought she could get the girl. It's something she just always accepted with how close-minded everyone is, especially in a small town like Hawkins.

“You mean it?” she whispers.

You nod your head and start to pull her in for another kiss when a knock on the door interrupts you two again. Robin let out a groan and swung the door open.

“You forgot your cheese sticks!” the delivery guy said with a smile.

You push Robin out of the way, thanking the delivery guy and kicking the door shut. Robin looks at you confused as if you just weren't about to kiss her.

“I don't play when it comes to my cheese sticks, Buckley.”

Robin steals one from the box smiling at the whine you let out as she eats it. Robin doesn't care that you pushed her, hell you could kick her out of the way and she wouldn't care. She's sure that she'll come around to love all of your little habits.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley imagine #stranger things blurb #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff

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jinxthequeergirl · 2 years

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It wasn't all bad

Previously steve Harrington x reader Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: 🚩S4 spoilers🚩you where able to connect to the upsidedown through Visons but after some incidents at starcourt mall it left you sightless because of this you are left babysitting

Warning: poor writing cause this is the first thing im writing in months otherwise nothing...I think.

So This was meant to be part of a bigger Steve x reader turned Eddie x readef series i was planning but idk how well it'll do so i give you this small tidbit and if it does well who know i may write the whole series

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It wasn't all bad.

You told yourself that constantly now.

You learned to live with it.

With the horrible truth that because of a gift you didn't want or ask for you where punished.

You still dreamt of that horrible moment. Trapped your own head with that thing as it took your vison.

It wasn't all bad. It was offten times beautiful.

You couldn't quite see people but instead figures and outlines of colors that made up the person in front of you. If they where close enough and you could almost make out a face.

Other times if you focused hard enough you could still go back to that black void and clearly see the scene infront of you. After Starcourt though that was to draining anymore.

It wasn't all bad.

You still had people who loved you and helped you.

You still had steve.

Though after summer he seemed to change and wanted something else but he would never tell you that. Until eventually the not telling you the truth got to be to much and you broke up with him.

It wasn't all bad.

"Why Don't you stay With Eddie this time?" Nancy suggested. "Are you serious? You want me to babysit while you guys go get to do all the fun cool stuff?"

"I wouldn't call it fun.." Robin muttered.

It wasn't all bad.

You kept repeating this to yourself over and over hoping some part of you believed it hoping it would stick. That it really wasn't. That your life wasn't constantly shattering piece after piece since that night ladt summer.

"C'mon Shes Got a point Y/n." You turned to steve in disbelief. "Steve Seriously?" Everyone went quiet, you could just barrelly make out their distored figured shifting uncomfortably infront of you. An aray of color you learned to identify as your friends.

"It would be easier to find Vecna If I came along you all know that!"

"Y/n we can't risk a repeat of last time if you try to find him. Who know wbat will happen to you this time."

"I don't have much else to lose Harrington." You snapped. "It's too dangerous!" He shot back. You bit the inside of your cheek, you knew exactly what he meant when it said it was "too dangerous"

"No..yea you guys are right...I'm just a liability I'll just get in the way of things."

"Y/n thats not what I said." You walked past him and the rest of the group back down the hill to the boat house. "You Didn't have too!"

You slammed the door shut slumping to the floor, you could hear the cars enginee start up and slowly fade out into the distance then it was all quiet for a moment.

It wasn't all bad.

"Hey...shouldn't you be out there ya know...kicking Vecnas ass.. Clearing my name?" You looked up in the direction of Eddies voice and offered him a simple smile.

The colors that made up Eddie in your mind wheren't something you where Quite used to.

Robin was a beautiful light blue, Nancy was a brilliant pink, Dustin a fun yellow, Steves was one that used to comfort you, a darker blue almost like how you remembered the night sky.

Eddies Was bright, loud, and warm. Red and orange swirling around eachother.

"The rest of the gangs got it." You said, he hummed and you watched the swirl of color move across you and slump beside you.

You could hear him drum his hands against his legs and make a popping sound with his mouth. "Soo...can I ask what happened to your...ya know...?"

You giggled slightly at his attempt to ask his question. "Remember those monster we told you about? The ones before Vecna?"

"Yea." He nodded.

"Well...I would get this like crazy vison from the monster, like I could see what the monster saw or where it was and I saw the people it hurt...eventually it caught me..."

"Shit..."

"Its not all bad though." You reassured.

"How so? I mean if it was me i would be pretty bummed. No offense!"

"I can still see somethings."

"Like what?"

"Well I can see you, kinda...I can see an outline of you and colors almost like...almost like your aura or someshit."

"Really!? What color am I?" You had both menuvered to face crisscross facing eachother to better engage in the convorsation.

He leaned forward excitedly anticipating your response. "Your kinda like...a fire..bright red and orange."

"Wicked..."

"See. Not all bad." You nudged him with your elbow."

You stayed together for hours talking about everything. You told him about your life gory details and all and he told you about his not so heroic or exciting life. You wished you could truly see him now instead of trying to match a face from freshman year of highschool.

It was now hours past the time Steve and the others had left you and you and eddie lied on the floor still talking half asleep.

"I'd like to hear your music sometime, I bet it's...metal as hell." You laughed at your poor attempt to say something cool your eyes half lided shut but you where happy to hear him laugh along.

"I'll be sure to make you a tape when this is all over." You hummed happily. He looked over at you seeing you dozing off beside him. He sat up quickly and pulled his jacket off and drapped it over you before laying back down beside you.

"Where have you been my whole life..." He muttered under his breath.

"I've always been here." You muttered back not opening your eyes. "Maybe you're the blind one Munson." He cracked a smile.

He swallowed thickly before speaking "Ya know when this whole thing is over we should-"

You sat up quickly. "Shhh shut up!" You snapped. "Ok well..."

"Eddie quiet!" Eddie finally zipped his lips you both turned to the window hearing noise from the main house. "Someones here!"

Eddie scrambled to the window to check and found Jason and his friends rummaging around outside. "Shhhit! Shit!"

"What!? Who is it!?"

"Our covers been blown!" He yelled in a hushed voice. He grabbed the walkie and began calling for back up from the others.

Radio silence. "Shit." Eddie went quiet again.

"Eddie? Eddie?"

"I've got an idea." He yanked the tarp off the boat and grabbed your arms pulling you up and helping you into the boat.

Your head began pounding and images crossed your mind. You could hear eddie paddeling and someone yelling in the distance.

You doubled over in pain holding your head.

"Y/n? Y/n? Hey..talk to me..." You felt eddie shaking your shoulder. "Keep rowing Eddie!" You yelled gripping your skull. "Shit."

"Stop saying that!"

"Freak get back here!" Jason yelled now closer than before. Images of a dark room and someone in the center of it flashed across your mind,along with images of boys swimming in the wated behind you. Everything was happening fast and all at once.

You cried out in pain before your entier surroundings changed and you stood in the dark room.

You panted heavily taking in the room. Familiar particals floated around in the air and slimy vines littered the floor. "No..no.."Eddie!? Eddie!!?..fuck..fuck...EDDIE!?" you you stopped screaming when you saw the thing in the center of the room.

You slowly stepped twoard it. The closer you got the more you made out what it was.

A human like creature, disgusting raw flesh slick and wet vines and arm attached to it suspending it in mid air.

You gulped as you stood beneath it staring up at its shut eyes. "Vecna..." As if he hear you his eyes snapped open and stared into yours. You yelped and fell backwards. Instead of hitting the floor you fell through darkness landing in water.

You coughed on impact. The previous room fading away and leaving you in a familiar dark void water covering the floor. You pushed yourself up on your elbows and above you a boy floated.

You stared in awe. "Hey!" You pushed yourself up slipping and splashing around as you did. "Hey!" You tried to reach him but as you moved twoard him you slowly sunk into the black water. You despretly tried to call to him. "Hey!! Wake up!"

But it was to late you watched the boys limbs snap in directions no human should bend, his jaw snap open in a perminate state of horror then his eyes...when they burts you let out an ear peircing scream and shut yours. Suddenly the darkness consumed your vison again and the water enveloped you. You couldn't breath or see anything you began to panic screaming and thrashing around.

Suddenly something gripped your waist. You let out another startled scream and tried to wriggle free but it tightened its grip on you and moved you through the water until you felt the cold air hit your face.

You still fought until you where dragged to shore. "Hey! hey! y/n! calm down! Clam down its me!" You finally proceeded what had pulled you from the water. Eddie cupped your face trying to ground you. You could just barrely make out the firey color of eddie infront of you.

"Eddie..." You lunged forward and hugged him. "God don't do that shit again man! I thought vecna got you!" He said gripping you tightly in his arms.

"What happened back there?" He asked.

You thought a moment, still playing back what you saw in your head as you tried to catch your breath.

Yea.

It wasn't all bad.

#horror x reader #stranger things x reader #Eddie Munson x reader

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rainbowmess823 · 2 years

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So I had another thought about childhood musketeers Chrissy, Robin, and Eddie. PICTURE THIS.

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Robin's been missing since the supposed defeat of Venca, since Max ended up in the hospital in a coma, since Eddie sacrificed himself to buy them more time. It's been a week and no one, not a single person, not even Steve, has seen or heard from her. No one answers the door to her luckily surviving house. No one picks up the ringing phone that's been collecting dust in her kitchen.

Steve staying on that worrying edge since he last saw her. The usually bright and pure blue eyes was gone, replaced with a dim and empty set. He watched her put a hand on the left side of her hip and let out a broken whisper he couldn't hear. He watched his soulmate break at the sight of a bloodied Eddie sprawled across Dustin's lap. He watched as she slowly made her way towards the duo and kneel down by Eddie's head. She bent down and whispered words, quiet broken words of love and pride that Eddie was the one thing he said he was never. A hero.

The kids watched Steve move through life without his other half. They watched Steve light up and turn to make a joke only to realize that Robin wasn't there to share a laugh with. They watched his eyes dim slightly before they began their search to find their blue counterpart that was seemingly missing from view.

Erica saw it first. The moment the others reached Max's room for the first time, she saw it. She had always been one for facts so shouldn't've surprised anyone that she saw it first. She saw the intense grief that hid behind the blue eyes that usually grounded her and gave her a sense of comfort and safety. She saw the way the voice that had kept her grounded to facts, now silent.

Dustin and Lucas were quick to follow. The two usually found in one place. The school gym volunteering and the hospital room that housed a sleeping redhead, respectively. They realized the anchor that usually kept the group grounded detached a day after Erica saw it. They realized the silence becoming a thick wall closing in on the group with painful worry. The anchor that kept the ship safe from the silence of water now missing.

Nancy was the last to follow. The sudden return of her brother, his ex, his best friend, her now ex, and his friend kept her from noticing, something she came to deeply regret. Nancy knew what it meant to lose someone you loved, what it meant to lose a friend. She knew the waves of emotions and baggage that came with the loss. She knew, she understood. She felt her heart squeeze when Steve had asked her if she had seen or heard from Robin, finding out 4 days after her disappearance felt like an elephant had made a sudden move to sit on her lungs. She needed to find the bright bird that made her feel loved and make sure she knows that she isn't alone, that she can give her the same steady presence Robin gave her. She, Steve, and Dustin searched for her, the lack of her picture on the missing person board kept them hopeful. But 4 days quickly became a week and no new leads surfaced.

It was Wayne Munson, who had given them relief. The day he put up Eddie's photo up on the missing person board which led Dustin to giving him the guitar pick Eddie had entrusted to him. That small moment led Dustin to finding out about the musketeers with the clover tattoos, 3 kids who found each other and stayed in each other's orbits despite the different circles they ran in. Dustin finding out why Eddie had known the song to get Robin out of Vecna's mind soup, why Robin had always referred to Eddie as Dracula, why the two had cried over Chrissy when they sang 'Bohemian Rhapsody'. More importantly, it led the three to a tree house in the middle of the woods. A tree house Wayne had talked about, a place where a band nerd, a freak, and a cheerleader filled with laughter and memories. This was where they'd soon find the sleeping bird with slightly dried tear tracks on her cheeks, surrounded by pictures, mixtapes, and relics of a trio of musketeers that suddenly became one.

#robin buckley #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #childhood musketeers au #childhood friends au #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #the Party :tm:#platonic stobin #implied ronance #wayne is best uncle #ronance

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orangesunsets12 · 9 months

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The Weapons I Hold

After Vecna managed to kill Eddie, after Vecna hurt Max, Steve went home. It broke his heart to leave the school, to leave his family, in such a time of crisis, but Robin had encouraged him to go home, to get some sleep. The sky had grown darker, tainted with clouds and wind carrying white dust, and she wanted him to get as much rest as he could. She must've known that things were going to get bad. He knew that it would too.

Going home felt different than before, but his feet managed to find their way into the doorway, up the stairs, and into his room. Shedding his shirt, he changed the bandages around his wounds, glad that he had finally gotten stitches. Without wasting a second, he lowered himself carefully into the bed, resting his head on the pillow with a sigh. Yet, his limbs were tense, and his mind wouldn't stop racing.

He wondered if everyone was okay. If Max was still breathing. If the world was ending as he hid in his room.

No matter how long he laid down, sleep wouldn't come. Steve knew that, after the Demogorgon, the Demodogs, and the Russians, the nail bat always brought him some comfort. He hoped that this time it would, too.

He needed to have it within arms reach for him to be able to sleep. It was always like that, and why would this disaster make that any different?

Gently getting up, Steve kneeled down to the floor and got down on his knees with a groan, reaching under his bed to find the bat. He knew that he put it there, with the handle placed right by where he had left it before. But, his fingers met nothing but stray socks and boxes.

Panic ceased his heart, and his breathing became erratic, the wounds in his chest distantly throbbing.

Where was it? Where was the bat?

After frantically looking under his bed, waving his arms wildly under it, hoping to feel the familiar wood on his skin but feeling nothing, he got up. Blinking away the stars that flashed in his eyes, he moved to his closet, tossing aside all of the clothes and shoes that sat in it, not once seeing even a hint of the bat that had saved him so many times before.

"No no no no! Where is it?"

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't find the bat.

Tears burned in his eyes as he fell against the wall, dry sobs shaking his chest as he gasped for air.

He felt so silly. He shouldn't need this bat to comfort him. He shouldn't.

But he needed it. He needed it like air to breathe.

Eventually his vision tunneled, whether from a lack of air, from the pain, or from the panic he didn't know, and he dropped off into darkness, a fitful sleep that was broken the next morning.

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Many days passed slowly, and Steve didn't mention the missing bat to anyone. As much as it hurt, like a part of him was lost, he knew that everyone else had bigger problems. He wasn't a child, he wasn't going to run to his friends about a lost toy.

So he stayed silent about it until he couldn't stay silent any longer.

It was a week later, when Hopper had finally gathered all of the remaining Party at his cabin, all of them coming together to make one final plan to kill Vecna.

It was strange, being surrounded by everyone again. Not having the bat in his hands. Yet, there was nothing that he could do.

They were going through the teams that they would break into when Nancy finally brought it up. Steve wasn't sure if he was thankful for it or not.

"Steve? Do you have your bat? We'll need it if Jonathan is using the ax."

Everyone looked at him expectantly, and Steve managed a shrug, hoping that he looked like he didn't care.

"I lost it."

"You lost it?" Dustin asked with a frown. "How do you lose a bat with nails?"

"I don't know. I just don't have it, okay?"

"I can get you a gun." Hopper said, but Steve shook his head, without even knowing why.

"No, I don't want to use a gun."

"Then how are you going to fight? The ax?" Nancy asked. Steve was about to respond, saying that he didn't know, but an old memory resurfaced, one that made him feel a bit of excitement in his chest.

"No, but… I think I have an idea."

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When Steve was younger, his father wanted him to play basketball. Steve didn’t want to, at least not at first. So, his mother allowed him to choose another sport that Steve wanted to play, one that he would attend to twice a week, while he played basketball four times a week.

Steve chose archery. He didn’t know why. But he loved it. He loved the way his arms felt when he held the bow, as he notched the arrow and let it fly. It was a sport that needed patience, something that he lost when his father made him quit the sport, and put his bow and arrows away. A patience that he missed.

He missed it. He missed holding a bow, aiming it, and watching it fly towards the target. It wasn’t the nail bat, but it was an old habit that always brought him joy. He was more than happy to use it to fight Vecna.

Followed by the Party, he walked towards the shed in his backyard, opening the door with a cough as dust billowed up from the shelves. He stepped in, picking up the wooden bow and the sheath of arrows, blowing on them to rid it of the spiderwebs.

“A bow? You’re an archer?” Robin asked, stepping towards him, and Steve managed a smile.

“I used to be. It won’t be too hard to relearn.”

“Why didn’t you say nothing the first time?”

“I was in charge of throwing the cocktail. Nancy was in charge of firing a weapon. But, this time, we’ll need a lot of long range weapons.”

“He’s right.” Lucas said, smiling for what felt like the first time in forever. “They’ll be dozens of monsters for all of us to fight, but a bow will help.”

“But better than a gun?” Nancy asked skeptically, and Steve nodded.

“Yeah. These things can pack a punch. It needs restringing, though. Give me an hour and I’ll be good to go.”

Hopper didn’t say a word, but he looked at Steve with pride. Steve wasn’t sure what to think about that.

After he had changed the strings and cleaned the tips of the arrows, Robin wouldn’t stop asking his questions as they made their way toward the Upside Down. Dustin and El expressed some interest, too, and Steve was more than happy to show them a few practice shots as they walked. At first he missed the trees that he aimed for, but like riding a bike the movement came back to him easily. For a few hours as they traveled he didn’t miss his bat, and he hoped that the bow would do just as well against the monsters of the Upside Down. He hoped that the bow and arrows he once held so closely to him would make Vecna pay for what the monster had done. For the death of dozens of people. The death of Eddie. The near death of Max.

And, as his arrow flew right into Vecna’s eye, followed by Nancy’s gunshot and Jonathan’s swing of the ax, making Vecna crumble to the ground, Steve felt like it had.

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve stranger things #i love the idea of steve with a bow so I had to write this #it got way longer than i expected #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #eddie munson #dustin henderson #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfic author #robin buckely #nancy wheeler #archer steve harrington #steve harrington's nail bat #nail bat #i don't know if this is accurate #but i hope this is okay!

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