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captain-tch · 1 year

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Candy Striper (Eddie Munson x PlatonicGN!Reader)

You help look after the Munson family while Eddie is in hospital

He was here, again. Mr Munson was slumped in the chair beside Eddie's hospital bed, his hand weakly lying next to Eddie's. He looked like a puppet with the strings cut, and from the clothes he was wearing, he hadn't gone home.

"I don't think I've ever seen him leave." The nurse besides you piped up. "Eddie coded last night and he's not moved since."

Your heart panged for him. You couldn't imagine the pain Eddie's uncle was going through. When Eddie arrived in the hospital only two days ago, no one believed he would make it through the night. But he was still here, after a few cardiac arrests and one major surgery, he was still here. He was nothing like the boy you exchanged awkward smiles with in class, his body lacking the life he always exuded.

"It must be so hard." You mused, leaning against the counter. You mindlessly smoothed the fabric of your candy striper apron down. "Is there anything I can do?"

"There's some coffee in the staff room. Strictly for staff, only." She enunciated the words, nodding her head slightly to the side. "You look tired, why don't you grab a cup?"

The pieces fell together, and you nodded your head. "Yeah, I think I will actually."

You stood up from the desk, striding towards the staff room. The room was surprisingly quiet, the nurses having little chance to get a break with the sudden flood of earthquake victims. Looking over your shoulder, you reached for the coffee pot, pouring it into one of the disposable cups. The cup warmed in your hand. You faltered, before snatching up a handful of creamer and sugar sachets, shoving them deep into the pockets of your apron.

You felt as if everyone was watching you as you walked towards Eddie's room, knocking lightly on the door. Wayne's head shot up, his eyes connecting to yours. His eyes were red rimmed and puffy, and guessing from the size of the bags underneath them he hadn't slept a wink since Eddie was admitted.

"Hi Mr Munson," you sent him a weak smile. "I brought you some coffee."

"Oh, thank you." He muttered, dragging his hand across his face.

You placed the cup gently on the bed side table, pulling out all the sachets and dumping them on the sides. "I wasn't sure how you take your coffee so there's some creamer and sugar too."

He appeared dazed. He looked up at you, something other than sadness spreading across his features. "That's great, I can't thank you enough."

You smiled, heart breaking at how tired he seemed. "It's the least I can do."

You bid him farewell, leaving to attend to other patient's.

That was the first time of many. Like a magnet you were constantly drawn to the room, bringing Wayne a steaming cup of coffee and a smile each morning. The bags under his eyes got darker; he smiled more, and that was something.

Today was no different. You lightly tapped the door, Wayne gesturing over his shoulder for you to come in. You deposited the coffee on the table, sugar already stirred into the caffeinated drink. You knew by now he hated creamers.

"You're late, I was getting worried." Wayne joked. You felt lighter - that was the first joke you'd heard him make.

"One of the patients made me go all the way back to the kitchens to get them a different kind of jello - its wobbly water, how can you tell?"

A huff of a laugh passed Wayne's lips.

"I don't mind though," you shrugged, your hand dipping into the front of your arpon. "The nurses told me you've not been eating."

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat." You sighed, pulling out the object in your apron. "I know it's not much... Please can you eat this? For me?"

Wayne looked at the pudding cup in your hand, then back to you. "Aren't you going to get into trouble?"

"Food in the cafeteria is free, you know, since everything has happened. Which you'd know if you went there." You waved the pudding cup in his face, sending him a pointed look. He sighed, reaching out and taking it from you. You passed him a spoon immediately, watching him like a hawk.

"Wait, now?"

You nodded.

"I could report you," he grumbled.

You smiled brightly. "But you won't - you like me too much."

"Yeah, yeah," he brushed it off, ripping open the lid of the pudding cup. He dunked the spoon in, taking a big mouthful. He raised a brow at you. "Better now?"

"Much." You glanced at the watch on your wrist. "I've got to go now - but you better eat that whole thing, or I'll tattle on you for bringing in visitors after hours."

He knew it was an empty threat. All of the nurses and staff on the ward knew he helped sneak in Eddie's friends, turning a blind eye when a handful of kids would scurry past. Sometimes the cleaners helped too. The whole ward was in on it - it was the worst kept secret there.

"Yes ma'am." Wayne nodded, dipping in the spoon again. You tried to hide your smile, grateful he was finally eating.

"I'll be back at the same time tomorrow."

Just like you promised, you returned like clockwork with a coffee in your hand. Except this time a towel was slung across your shoulder and determination in your stride.

"Oh, hey Y/N, busy morning?" He accepted the coffee, slurping loudly as he considered your tired frame.

"Not really," you shrugged. "Long week."

"You've been here every morning since I've been here, what about school?"

You dragged a spare chair into the room, sitting across from him. You could always spare five minutes to talk, even if it meant staying later on your shift to compensate. "I normally only do Saturday mornings but given the whole situation, I thought I was needed here. Besides, the school is shut at the moment. It's the refuge centre."

"That's very kind of you."

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. You never thought too much about donating your time to the hospital, it was second nature at this point. You finally managed to muster some words. "Thank you sir."

"Do you know my boy? You're at Hawkins High, right?"

"Yeah I am." You leaned back in the chair, fiddling with your hands. "I know him, he's in my maths class. He lets me draw on his arm if I get stressed."

"Those are your drawings?"

You dipped your head, embarrassment clouding you. "How do you know?"

"He's always showing them off, telling me how the coolest kid in school is using his arm as a canvas. I'd have to beg him to shower because he just didn't want to wash them away."

"Really?"

"Yeah, boy did he half stink at times. At least until he figured out he could just take pictures of them, then it didn't matter too much if they faded."

You huffed a laugh, smiling distantly. "I never knew that."

You looked at Eddie's still form in the bed. The colour was starting to return to his cheeks, and if it wasn't for the bandages creeping out beneath the covers you would have thought he was sleeping. "You know what Eddie would say now?"

Wayne raised a brow, waiting for you to continue.

"He'd say you need to look after yourself, just like how you've looked after him all these years. Go home, sleep in your bed, shower and eat a hot meal."

"My home was torn apart in the quake."

You sighed, slumping back in your chair. As if the earthquake hadn’t hurt him enough, by attacking Eddie and making him sick with worry, he now didn’t have a home either. You wanted to curse whatever higher power had inflicted this level of pain on his family.

“We’ve got some showers here, and the cafeteria. I know it’s not a lot, but it’s something.”

Wayne immediately shook his head no, dead against the idea. “No, I’m not leaving him.”

Instinctively, you sat up, reaching for Wayne’s hand. You held it softly, forcing his gaze to fall on you. “We need to make sure you’re here and you’re healthy for when he wakes up.”

Wayne opened his mouth to protest, cut off by your voice. “You need a shower and some hot food. I’ll stay here, and if anything changes I’ll find you, okay?”

Wayne stayed silent for a moment. He looked between you, Eddie and the heart monitor. Eddie hadn’t coded for a few days, and the doctors had said he appeared to be doing well. They just needed him to wake up.

“What - what if he wakes up and I’m not here?”

You tightened your grip on his hand. “He won’t be alone. I’ll be here. And if he wakes up, I’ll run and find you as fast as I can.”

He looked so conflicted, his gaze settling on Eddie. He sighed deeply, retracting his hand from yours and standing upright. He moved towards the bed, gently reaching out and squeezing Eddie’s fingers. “I’ll be back soon - you be good for Y/N.”

He let go quickly, spinning on his heel. You reached for the towel on your shoulder, passing it to him. You led him out of the room, pointing out one of the nurses who could help direct him to the showers. He looked down at the towel in his hand, his lips curling at the edges.

“You planned this all along?”

You shrugged, a small smile on your face. “Just doing my job sir.”

He nodded, walking towards the nurse. His steps faltered as he left the room, turning towards you. “He’ll be okay, right?”

A lump grew in your throat. Seeing Wayne’s eyes keep dancing to the figure laying in the bed and how he was twisting the towel in his hands, you knew he was nervous. You were fairly certain it was the first time he’d left the room for more than five minutes.

“He’s in good hands.” You managed to choke out, watching from the doorway as he seemed satisfied with the answer, following the nurse down the corridors.

You turned back towards the room, walking towards the chair and falling back into it. This was the longest you’d spent here, and god was it awfully quiet. You twiddled with your thumbs, listening to Eddie’s steady breathing and beep of the heart monitor. The quiet felt suffocating, and soon you found words spilling out of your mouth without realising.

“So I’m the coolest kid in school, huh?” You laughed, looking at his still figure. “I always thought that title was reserved for you. You don’t care what other people think, you are undeniably you. You own that shit.”

You paused, as if waiting for a response. One never came.

“I’ve always wanted to be your friend, and not just someone who doodles on you. Maybe once you’re better we can hang out? I bet you’re dying to get out of here.” You winced, realising your poor choice of words. “Sorry, that was insensitive.”

The silence greeted you once more.

“You know, there’s this great book store just out of town. They have some tables at the back and you can play board games, they even have D&D. I reckon you’d like it there. Maybe you and your friends can go? I know since you’ve been in here they haven’t played.” You subconsciously moved your chair closer, so you were much closer to Eddie. “Your friends… they really miss you. They all really miss you. Dustin in particular.”

You waited a beat, wondering if the mention of their names might awake him from his coma. He didn’t move an inch. You sighed.

“They visit you all the time, which you probably already know.” You breathed a laugh, straightening out your uniform apron. “They bring food for the nurses though. Dustin’s mom makes the best brownies I’ve ever had. I could marry the woman.”

You looked at Eddie, taking in the bandages and bruises lingering on his skin. You couldn’t help but wonder what happened to him to injure him so badly, unable to wrap your brain around the reasoning his friends stuttered out when he was brought out in the ER. They blamed stray animals; something told you that wasn’t entirely accurate.

“I know you don’t know me that well, but you need to wake up soon. Everyone is so worried about you.”

For a brief second, you swore you saw him move. But it was a trick of the mind, as he remained as perfectly still as he had since he was admitted. You tried not to be disappointed, falling into silence as you waited for Wayne to return. Minutes dragged by until you heard fast footsteps thudding down the corridor, Wayne’s slightly dishevelled figure appearing in the doorframe.

“Is he okay?” He asked breathlessly, surging forwards to be closer to Eddie’s bedside. A whiff of the hospital shampoo followed in his wake, clogging your nose with a smell similar to baby powder. You immediately left the chair, watching him flop into his gracelessly.

“Yeah, watched him like a hawk.” You smiled. “Did you get something to eat?”

“Not sure what all the fuss was about, it was hot mush.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “But you ate something other than pudding cups.”

“Eating is overrated.” He looked up at you, a small curl to his lips. “Thank you. For looking after me and my boy.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

After that the two of you maintained a routine. Wayne would go shower, eat, try to find somewhere to stay while you remained at Eddie’s side, ears always perked for the consistent beeping of the heart monitor. It quickly felt as if you were visiting an old friend. Each day you brought something different to occupy yourself - a book (which you read aloud to Eddie), some knitting (you didn’t talk much these times, just allowing your string of curses to fill the silence as the yarn got tangled), and sometimes you wouldn’t bring anything at all. Sometimes you would merely sit by his bedside, talking into the void and hoping you would hear something back. You never did.

On one mundane Tuesday morning, you strolled into the room, Wayne’s coffee in hand. You were oblivious to the unusual levels of noise leaving the room, simply walking over the threshold to complete your daily ritual.

You froze.

Wayne sat close to the bed, clutching Eddie’s hand as he chatted endlessly. This didn’t take you by surprise, having found Wayne engaging in full conversations with Eddie’s comatose body on many occasions. What did take you by surprise was how he was talking to Eddie - a very much awake Eddie.

The coffee cup slipped out of your grip. The hot liquid sloshed onto the floor, burning your legs yet you couldn’t register the fleeting pain, gaze transfixed on the boy you had believed would never wake up.

Both pairs of eyes spun towards you. Wayne smiled widely, frowning as he took in the coffee dripping off of your calves.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

Wordlessly you nodded, gulping nervously. “I’ll uh, I’ll go grab a mop.”

Without uttering another word you turned on your heel, marching down the ward corridor. Casting a quick glance over your shoulder, you saw Wayne hadn’t followed you out. You collapsed against the closest wall, body slumping.

He was alive, he was awake. Suddenly all of the conversations you believed to be one sided played on repeat in your brain. Oh god, you’d told him you wished you two would be friends. A wave of embarrassment washed over you. You prayed he couldn't recall any of it, just so you could save your dignity.

But you couldn’t avoid him forever.

Sucking in a deep breath, you pulled yourself upright. You marched towards the supply closet, filling a bucket with some water and snatched up the mop. As you were walking back towards the room, you could overhear snippets of conversation drifting out into the hallway.

“This entire time?”

Wayne’s laughter filtered into the corridor. “There wasn’t a day that would go by without them coming in here. I’ve got all the time in the world for them - they helped pull me back in during my darkest hour.”

“Uncle Wayne…” You could hear the sadness seeping into Eddie’s voice. You didn’t want to interrupt their moment, waiting for a lull in conversation so you could re-enter. After a few minutes you grabbed your chance, walking in with the mop in hand, pretending to not have heard a word.

“I see someone finally decided to wake up.” You teased, dunking the mop into the bucket, letting the mop soak in the soapy water.

“Disappointed I can talk back now?”

You occupied yourself with cleaning up the spilled coffee, hoping he didn’t catch the embarrassment clouding your features. “Guess I’ll just have to find another comatose boy to vent to.”

Eddie laughed, a noise you never believed you would hear again. It was nice, you took a moment to relish in the sound. “Nice to know I’m so easily replaceable.”

You matched his mood, a huff of a laugh passing your lips. You finished mopping, tidying away the fallen cup and looked at Wayne, who seemed the most alive you’d ever seen him. A smile curved onto your lips. They didn’t need you anymore.

“Do you want another coffee Wayne?” He shook his head no. You picked up the bucket, sending the pair of them a bright grin. “I’ll leave you two to it - I reckon you’ve got quite a bit of catching up to do.”

You retreated from the room, thankful that Eddie was finally awake and his uncle had him back. Deep down, sadness took root. No longer would you sit by Eddie’s bedside reading, knitting or talking. It felt like you had lost a friend. Shame quickly took its place, how could you think so selfishly when Eddie now had his life back?

You brushed your feelings away, pushing down the pain whilst you attended to the rest of your duties for the day.

Each day that passed, your days were getting less busy. More patients were returning home, the aftermath of the earthquake slowly but surely ebbing away. Beds were left empty in the hospital and eventually, they no longer needed you everyday. You found yourself lost on what to do, having buckets of time and no way to spend it. You were accustomed to spending hours walking the sterile halls, to spreading happiness to patients and trying to brighten their day. It was good work, work you took pride in, and now you had returned back to your usual Saturday mornings you found yourself craving to be back there.

Your muscles acted with a mind of their own. You found yourself at the hospital, walking the familiar route to his room. You patted down imaginary dust from your jeans, suddenly self conscious. This would be the first time you had seen him outside of your working hours.

You greeted a few nurses along the route, spending a few minutes chatting to your favourite cleaner. As much as you enjoyed the interactions, you were itching to already be down the corridor and in the room where you belonged.

When you arrived at his door, your feet no longer cooperated. You wanted to walk in, self doubts suddenly plaguing you. To him, you were a volunteer, someone who was there to complete a duty. He could never comprehend the friendship you had woven with him over your visits. Maybe he would find this weird, you seeing him during allocated visiting times. Maybe he would kick you out. Maybe he would report you to the nurses. Maybe he had forgotten who you were, you hadn’t seen him since last Saturday.

“Who’s there?” He called out, breaking you from your spiral. “I promise I won't bite.”

You gathered all of your courage and flung the door open. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, a wide grin quickly overtaking his features. “Y/N!”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding. He remembered your name, he recognised you outside of your candy striper uniform.

“I haven’t seen you in forever - I thought you’d forgotten about me!” Eddie pouted, gesturing for you to come in. You obeyed, stepping into the room and falling into your favourite seat. “I didn’t realise you owned anything other than a candy striper uniform.”

You laughed heartily, relaxing back into the chair. A bout of silence enveloped the pair of you, and you thought back to the time where you sat here by his side, listening attentively to the monitors. That felt like a lifetime ago.

Eddie broke the silence, playing with his fingers. “Have you been to the bookstore?”

Your brows furrowed. “Bookstore?”

“You know, the one with the D&D tables?”

Your head fell into your hands. You prayed your hands could hide you from him, you could disappear and he would forget all of this ever happened. You mustered a squeak, unable to face the truth but thirsty to know the answers. “How much did you hear?”

“All of it, I think.” His hands reached out, gently pulling at yours. Slowly you peeked up at him, your shoulders sagging at the sight of his shy smile. “You know, when I heard the coolest kid in Hawkins wanted to be my friend, I knew I had to wake up.”

“Oh shut up,” you giggled, averting your gaze from him. “I’m nowhere near the coolest kid.”

“I heard what Wayne told you, you know, about the drawings? God, I wanted so hard to wake up right there and then to shut him up.” He shook his head, traces of a smile on his lips. “I always looked forward to that class, pretty sure that’s the only class I never skipped.”

“I… I didn’t know.” You couldn’t wrap your head around Eddie’s words, scrambling for an explanation. “Why?”

“Because it was the only time I could spend with my friend.”

You couldn’t hide your smile, shaking your head. “Why didn’t we ever hang outside of class?”

“I don’t know, I thought you wouldn’t want to be seen with the town’s freak.”

“I don’t care about any of that.” You laughed again, shaking your head. “Why are we both so awkward?”

Eddie joined your laughter, wincing as he jostled his side.

“You know, I think I saw a pen around here.” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows. “What do you say we reminisce about the good ol’ days?”

You gleefully obliged, scavenging the nurses office for a pen. You were by Eddie’s side in an instant, assuming the position and uncapping the pen.

That’s how you spent the rest of your night, pen ink sprawling along Eddie’s arm as you talked way past visiting hours, forging a friendship that would last a lifetime.

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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yello could u do an eddie munson x reader where the reader struggles w selective mutism (becoming mute/being unable to speak in some situations usually because of bad anxiety, or at least in my own experience) and usually communicates through little notes but feels real bad bc they don’t want eddie to be disappointed and he comforts them and says it’s ok bc he loves them anyway

pls i’m having big sad rn and i think that would be so adorable, also considering that selective mutism and stuff like that is v rarely seen in media/fanfics lol, it would be a big win for us

ty <333

a/n: i hope i got to this in time anon! i'm sorry you're feeling sad rn :( i tried to do my best with it cause personally i have no idea what it's like but as someone with anxiety i understand a bit! I hope you like it :D credit to the gif owner!

Notes to you

Blue skies in, grey clouds out. Blue skies in, grey clouds out. You thought to yourself. You weren't sure what was in the air today but school seemed so much more packed when it came to basketball games. Maybe school spirit was more alive in the students thus causing them to be louder and more obnoxious than usual. Or maybe the universe decided to give you the middle finger and held a pep rally. Either way, you weren't the biggest fan of it.

Your hands start to grab at the straps of your backpack and you try not to cry when the kid next to you gets pushed into you. You just want to go home, you don't even want to spend the rest of the day in school. Your eyes frantically search the flooded hall looking for a familiar face, but so far no luck. I could leave now you think to yourself. Home isn't that far from school and I'll be okay if I miss a day of school. You turn around and try and make your way toward the school exit when finally, you see him.

Relief washes over your body and you push your way through the crowd and grab onto his jacket as soon as he's within arms reach. Eddie quickly turns you thinking you were a bully but smiles when he sees it's you.

“Hey, there sweetheart, where are you off to?”

You open your mouth trying to get the words out but you're stuck. Your brain goes blank and you struggle to think of the words you want to say. You look around the halls trying to find something to focus on but everything is too bright and too loud. Eddie notices the panicked look in your eyes and turns Dustin around to reach into his backpack.

“Hey! You can't just go digging in there-”

“Can it Henderson.”

“Yes sir.”

Eddie pulls out his notebook and rips off a page before stuffing the notebook back in and searching for a pen.

“Man, I had a whole system in there.”

“I'll let you sit on my throne for ten seconds if you stop talking.”

“Done.”

Eddie let out a small “ah ha!” when he found a pen. He holds onto your hand tightly and starts to lead you out of the school screaming for students to get out of his way. Once you're out of the school you take a deep breath, it doesn't help as much as you would've liked it to but it's better than being surrounded by warms of people. Before you know it, Eddie has you standing in front of his van the paper on the hood of his car, and he places the pen in your hand.

“What's going on in your pretty little head?” he asks you softly.

You take a deep breath feeling the pen in your hand as you try and call down. Your hand is shaky as you write.

I hate basketball games.

He let out a hum. “Me too, way too many people. Do you want to go to the library? It's nice and quiet in there.”

It's locked. Even the librarian has more school spirit than me.

Eddie chuckles and leans against the van smiling at you.

You can go back in, I was just going to walk home.

“Pft. Walk home, yeah right. No way I'm letting you walk home in this horrible heat.”

You glance at him and smile.

You didn't have to let Dustin sit on your throne for me.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders. “It's not a problem. Plus, I kinda ruined his whole backpack system or whatever he has going on in there.”

Ruined. Dustin's bag was ruined because of you. The whole system he made up is ruined all because Eddie had to scramble to get a piece of paper for you. Your breathing began to pick up again and you closed your eyes trying to take deep breaths. Eddie stands straight again stands nearby.

“What do you need sweetheart? How can I help you?”

The words are on the tip of your tongue but you can't get them out no matter how hard you're trying to.

“Hey, hey listen to me,” he says softly. “One tap for yes.” He taps on his van once. “Two taps for no. Sound good to you?”

You click the pen twice instead of tapping on the car. Eddie nods his head saying he can work with that.

“Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

Click.

He wraps his arms around you.

“You want me to hold you tighter?”

Click.

His arms squeeze you tight enough for you to start grounding yourself. You take a deep breath catching the scent of Eddie's cologne. Your hand wrapped around the back of his shirt feeling the material beneath your fingertips. The cotton was soft, yet worn out. You could tell it was one of his favorites. You started to calm down when you heard his sweet voice reassuring you that everything is okay and that you're gonna be okay.

“I'm sorry,” you whisper to him.

He pulls away from you and wipes away at the stray tear that fell down your face.

“For what?”

You shake your head. What were you sorry for? You didn't do anything bad, Eddie was just trying to be a good boyfriend and help.

“I don't know.”

tears are streaming down your face and Eddie pulls you in for another hug. His hand is gently scratching at your scalp and he's swaying you both back and forth while gently rushing you.

“You didn't do anything wrong. I promise you didn't, okay?”

You nod your head choosing to believe him as you take a shaky breath. You know better than to ask this, but sometimes the reassurance helps more than you think it would.

You gently pull away from him and turn your body back toward the van. You grab the piece of paper, fold it in half, then click the pen getting ready to write your question out.

You still love me?

Eddie grabs the pen from your hand, he clicks it a few times pretending to think of his answer. He messily writes down his answer and slides the note back to you hiding his smile behind his hair.

Always. :)

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randomfandomwrites · 2 years

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Missing (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

*not my gif*

Requested by anonymous

Summary: Billy finds out you went missing (set around the end of season 2)

Warnings: Kidnapping, angst, cursing, possible violence

Word Count: 1,039

A/N: I might do a part 2 for this one

You hadn’t been answering your phone all day. Billy knew you were probably out with your friends in the morning, but now it was almost 10 at night and you still weren’t picking up. He tried to reassure himself, saying you were probably too tired, or too busy, or spending the night at your friend’s house.

Wait, he had your best friend’s number, didn’t he?

He waited impatiently while the phone rang, drumming his fingers on the wall. Goddammit, did nobody else in the world have a phone? He was about to hang up when he heard a “Hello?” Billy’s shoulders relaxed as he brought the phone to the side of his face.

“Hi, yeah, this is Billy,” he said, exhaling loudly.

“Oh hey! How are you?” your friend inquired in a cheery tone.

“I’m fine. Um, is (y/n) sleeping over at your house?”

“Nope!”

“Did you guys hang out earlier today? Go shopping, maybe?” Billy asked, fear growing in his chest.

“No, I haven’t seen them all day, sorry!” your friend replied, oblivious to Billy’s anxieties.

“Okay, thanks,” Billy grunted, shoving the phone back into its place. He turned and ran to his room, slamming the door. He leaned against a wall and grabbed the nearest trinket from his desk, just to throw it down. “Fuck!” he shouted, burying his face in his hands. Why were you avoiding him? Were you mad? Did he do something wrong? No, that was impossible. He actually hadn’t done anything that you could “find out about” because he told you everything. And he hadn’t done anything that would make you this angry since before you two were even together. Plus, he knew that if you were mad you would seek comfort with your best friend, who definitely would’ve seen or heard from you at some point. No, Billy was completely stumped.

Two days later at school, nobody had seen or heard from you since Friday. Billy asked everybody he could think of that he thought you might hang out with. He even asked Harrington, but no luck. You seemed to have disappeared into thin air. No notes, no calls, no goodbyes, nothing. Billy couldn’t concentrate on anything at all, he was sick with worry. All that mattered right now was finding you.

On Thursday, he couldn’t take it anymore. This was the longest he had been without any contact from you since he’d known you, and he was not going to suffer in silence anymore. He drove to your house, marching up to your front door and knocking harshly.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Are you here? Please, God, tell me you’re in there or I swear I’ll-” The door swung open, shocking Billy for a moment.

“(Y/n)’s not here,” your parent whispered. Dread began to settle in the pit of his stomach as he asked a question he was pretty sure he knew the answer to.

“Where...?”

“Gone,” your parent replied. “I haven’t seen (y/n) since Friday morning.” Billy stumbled backwards, his worst fears confirmed. He ran to his car, speeding away and breaking almost every possible driving law on the way. Finally, he pulled up to the police station. Billy never thought he’d be here willingly. He flung open the door and strode inside, ignoring Florence’s protests. Hopper’s door was open a crack, and Billy pushed the door out of his way and stared at Hopper angrily.

“What do you need, kid,” Hopper said in a stressed voice, barely looking up from his desk.

“I need to file a missing persons report!” Billy practically shouted.

“Listen, kid, if this is some kind of prank-”

“It’s not a prank!” Billy yelled. “(Y/n) is gone and you need to-”

“(Y/n)?” Hopper asked. “This (y/n)?” He flipped to the front of the file that read MISSING PERSON and CLASSIFIED: DO NOT OPEN EXCEPT FOR CHIEF OF POLICE. On the top of the manila folder, paperclipped to the corner, was a picture of you.

It was you.

Billy felt his legs give out and he collapsed into a chair behind him.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” he mumbled, covering his face with his hands again. “What the hell happened?” he asked.

“Well, I can’t-” Hopper was interrupted by Joyce bursting through his door.

“They found another way in! We can get (y/n) back!” she shouted. Billy’s head whipped to look at her.

“You know where (y/n) is?” he whispered, sounding broken and angry. He looked back at Hopper. “You know where... and you’re not doing anything to help?” Billy stood up in a blind rage, screaming curses and insults at Hopper, at Joyce, at the world. Hopper stood up and pushed him down into the chair as Billy tried to fight him.

“Listen, listen!” Hopper yelled. “We have a way to get there now. We didn’t before. We’ve been looking ever since they were taken.”

“Great, I’m going to get (y/n) now,” Billy said angrily, standing up. Hopper sat him back down again.

“No, you’re not. That’s not your job,” Hopper scolded.

“You can’t tell me what to do, you- wait, did you say taken? (Y/n) got kidnapped? Oh my God, what the fuck? What do you mean taken?” Billy’s heart was beating faster and faster, his frustration bubbling up at this cop who wouldn’t help you so far, and this woman who wasn’t doing anything to save you even though she knew where you were now. Every second passing was a second you could be dying.

“Hop, tell him,” Joyce mumbled.

“I am not going to tell him, nobody else needs to know,” Hopper said.

“Hopper, tell him!” Joyce insisted. “He deserves to know.”

Hopper was silent.

“For (y/n),” Joyce whispered. Hopper sighed.

“Tell me what? What the fuck is going on? Where is (y/n)?” Billy’s questions poured out of him. He needed to know where you were, needed to know you were safe.

“It’s gonna sound crazy, okay? You’re gonna think I’m shitting you. But it’s true. All of it. And you cannot, cannot tell anybody. Deal?” Hopper said sternly. Billy nodded.

“Have you heard of Hawkins Lab?” Hopper asked.

Billy nodded again, silently.

“What about the Upside Down?”

Thanks for reading! I hope you like this, anon! I feel like it was a little all over the place since I’m exhausted right now, but I tried to make it gender neutral. Please tell me if I used specific pronouns so I can fix it :)

I might go back and edit this later but I haven’t decided

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hi!!! it’s not very original but i’ve a request for a steve, rivals to lovers kind of scenario dhahdhs the idea of him constantly being shown up by a cool mc when he canonically cannot win fights is fucking funny to me

❝rival coworkers to lovers with steve harrington❞

pairing: steve harrington x coworker!gn!reader. cw: fluff, rivals to lovers, coworkers, workplace romance, steve is steveing. words: 1.9k.

I just think it would be SO funny if steve started a feud with you for employee of the month

it starts when steve realizes he needs a second source of income when his sweet ride starts breaking down on him and his parents decide that now is the right time to teach him some personal responsibility

robin as his best friend Obviously would find places to apply with him but between graduating and entering her hot lesbian summer era, she’s just gotta pat him on the cheek and wish him luck

there aren’t a lot of great options in hawkins, and since the mall got destroyed, he’s gotta scour smaller shops for places to work

but try as he might, his world-renowned Harrington Charm isn’t enough to land him a position (or at least not one that’ll pay for the repairs he needs on his car before he’s 30)

and it’s just as he’s starting to give up, spirit almost completely broken, that a lady in a boutique flags him down for how easy he is on the eyes

talking to him for like five minutes gives her all the reason she needs to practically shove an application into his hands for the new sales position at the boutique

the boutique for… clothes. women’s clothing. women’s underclothing

it’s a lingerie shop

it serves the ladies of hawkins and steve has to ask why he got hired instead of someone like. nancy or something

and all he gets back is “a compliment from a looker like yourself goes a long way in business, sweetheart”

and I mean. between folding stacks of lingerie and ringing up every hottie within a 10 mile radius… how could he resist :)

his main job is standing around and offering uncertain customers that little nudge to hand over the money

“that color is stunning, but you blondes can pull off anything. oh, you’re actually a natural brunette? I could’ve sworn with the way the light hits you… maybe you’re just this radiant all the time?”

“you really don’t wanna get that top? listen, I know the cut is a little *makes vague gestures* out of your comfort zone, but take it from a guy… it’ll drive your husband wild”

“oh, please diane. it’s your retirement! get a trip to the bahamas, drink a sex on the beach, treat yourself to something nice and get that set. you know you want to~”

god he’s INSUFFERABLY good at it

he’s just so personable and always knows just how much to push it

he’s also got a surprisingly good eye for fashion

he knows what colors suit warm and cool tones, what kind of cup style is most comfortable, how to pick flattering clothes for every body type

whenever robin visits and sees him in action she gets all starry-eyed at all the hot mamas that STEVE of all people gets to hang around

her poor gay heart is overwhelmed

she even begs him to get her a job at the store, any job at all. she’d mop walls and change doorknobs if it meant she could scope out cute ladies for a few hours a week

but steve wouldn’t let her work there anyway, even if it did mean he’d make employee of the month by default

he probably would be employee of the month by now too… if it wasn’t for you

you, who was in his graduating class and would have given a speech for valedictorian if you hadn’t gotten caught in a senior prank two weeks before the ceremony

you, who has been working at the store an entire year longer than he has

you, who could secure any sale without even trying

you, who, despite welcoming him with open arms on his first day, reminiscing about hawkins high even though you two had never had a full conversation a day in your lives, had this strange look in your eyes that steve just couldn’t shake

it was always there, teetering beneath your fluttering eyelashes as you did inventory

as you tidied the dressing rooms

as you lingered at the register, fingers tapping out an unnerving rhythm while you followed him around on the floor with your gaze

it took him his first shared shift with you to realize exactly what it was

"I don’t know, diane,” you’d whisper, slithering between the two of them with that knowing look on your face, “steve’s right about everything except the color; it won’t be nearly as sexy on you as the teal one. sex on the beach should be colorful, no? I mean the drink, of course. what do you think?”

and just like that, you swoop diane right off her feet and steal his entire sale within less than a minute

because you’re evil. you’re the devil. you’re employee of the month.

and goddamn it, steve harrington doesn’t have a lot going on for himself right now but being employee of the month at lace and vice™️ NEEDS to be one of them

and robin thinks this is the funniest shit she’s ever heard. she also suggests you two should just suck it up and suck face to get it over with

steve: I would NEVER suck their face. if and I said IF... I were ever going to do that—which I wouldn’t!—it would only be to take their breath away... in a murderous way, I mean. not like in a “I like them” way. cause I don’t. I don’t like them.

robin: I Know What You Are O.o

it sounds pathetic when he’s working a shift with her at family video because why wouldn’t it. it’s just another minimum wage job. no one their age would care this much. SHOULD care this much

steve usually wouldn’t care at all

he’s never cared about being a model employee at family video. hell, he didn’t even care about it at scoops ahoy

but every time you give him that smug little look, he cares just that little bit more

he sounds insane every time he tries to explain it to robin (and god forbid dustin when he dares to ask why steve looks so mopey all the time) but it’s like you’re deliberately targeting his ego. you know he preens like a peacock in a talent show every time someone falls for his charm

so the fact that his best bet, the one that got him this job in the first place, is under threat from you has his pretty little feathers all ruffled

after a few weeks of staying silent, he tries befriending you to see if that might help, turning his weapon on you

he calls you pet names that would make any one else in hawkins weak in the knees, holds the door for you when he times you coming in for your shift just right, turns that signature Harrington Charm up to 11

but you give him this knowing smile and throw it right back at him

(which, not gonna lie, it’s been a while since someone has made him blush like this and it’s really killing his reputation)

he then tries to ignore you, but the way you deliberately intercept his sales makes it damn near impossible

you’re always right around the corner, always hovering nearby

even when you’re not there, he feels like you are

in his head, making him nervous, thinking every voice with the same pitch might be yours

robin had taken to saying your name on their shared shifts just so that he’d fuck up whatever he was doing for shits and giggles

he even tried going against you head-to-head, but without fail, you beat him every single time

and if he didn’t think it was actually kinda hot he’d be way more pissed than he actually is

eventually, the tension grows so thick that steve thinks he might actually boil himself alive from the inside out

he’s seething with rage! inconsolable! hell hath no fury like a steven scorned-

and then the sweet young lady clutching a bralette to her chest for dear life between the two of you whispers, barely audibly, “do you guys need a minute?”

steve had completely forgotten he was supposed to be making a sale because you’d swooped in with your stupid pretty eyes and your stupid sultry voice and your stupid little grin and made him look like a whiny, blubbering fool. he was still red in the face with the mirror staring back at him

so he does what he should’ve done months ago. he grabs you by the arm and drags you to the break room for a “chat”

“alright, WHAT is your goddamn problem with me? I’ve tried to be nice to you, I’ve tried to give you your space… clearly you have some agenda against me, so what is it? was it my friends? we were assholes in high school, sure, but I’ve changed! I left that crowd years ago. and I’m sorry if I swept in and tried to steal your thunder, but I need this job to get out of this town one day and I’d really appreciate it if you’d just tell me what the deal is”

and for the first time in all the time he’s known you, you actually look… shocked. confused, even, “are… sorry, did I get the signals mixed up? were we not flirting with each other this whole time?”

steve… uh… well

he doesn’t know what to do with that

you look completely sincere

what the fuck

he would’ve said “no” but he’s so embarrassed that he starts to question himself

had he been flirting with you this whole time? more importantly, had you been flirting with him this whole time? was it some unconscious crush masking itself as envy? had he been so focused on your perceived villainy that he hadn’t considered, for even a moment, that you weren’t playing along?

he kinda blabbers a bit, struggling to voice his predicament, “well, I… I mean I thought that you hated me”

you blink, “where in the world did you get that idea?”

“you just seemed like you liked bullying me. stealing my customers and stuff. looking all… smug”

you kind of deflate and it’s unfortunately quite adorable now that steve isn’t blinded by senseless hatred anymore. your frown is the first time he’s seen you look so dejected, “I just thought... I mean, I used to see you flirting the same way with robin at scoops ahoy so I thought that maybe you liked that, you know? since you had a massive crush on her”

“it wasn’t that big of a crush-”

“and then she turned you down so i thought that maybe I might have a chance-”

“she didn’t turn me down, there was a- we mutually turned each other down-”

“but I don’t hate you, steve, honest. I really, really like you actually. I didn’t mean to freak you out”

and then you hold out your hand, the most timid he’s ever seen you do anything, as you ask for a truce

his hand meets yours in a gentle grasp

but all he can think to ask is “I don’t have a type, do I?”

you giggle, “what, people who are completely out of your league?”

had you made that same joke a week ago, steve Might have even been a little upset

but as he slowly processes your confession, his burned ego is immediately soothed

I mean, it was one thing to be bullied by you because you didn’t like him

it was a whole other thing if you actually did have feelings for him

mans isn’t above a little humiliation

“I resent that, but also you... definitely fit the bill, so you might be onto something”

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Lost in the Shadows

summary: eddie is still in the hospital after almost dying in the upside down, but there's something strange about his recovery w/c: 2,485 warnings: blood (it's a vampire fic so), mentions of injury, mentions of wounds, mild stalking behaviour a/n: another sleepover request, this time from @hoppershoe which I am super excited about bc I love me some vampire!Eddie and well vampires in general (you can tell I skew more towards Dracula than the Lost Boys but both are amazing). Not beta'd so if you find a typo or a mistake ... no you didn't. My editor works his lil beans off ok? Ok

(moodboard by me)

The heart monitor beeped softly, rain pelted against the windows as it poured down outside. April showers brought May flowers but all you wanted was Eddie, Eddie who still hadn't woken up. It had been weeks and he was still in whatever medically induced coma the doctors had put him into when you'd brought him to the hospital both of you drenched in blood, Eddie all but lifeless in your arms as you screamed for someone to help,

"Another shitty day out Eds. Almost got soaked on my way here" you sighed softly rummaging around in your bag for the things you'd brought with you today. Some more little things you'd salvaged from the trailer before the gate destroyed everything and a worn paperback copy of The Lord of the Rings that had been a gift on your last birthday, the inscription on the first page told you how much Eddie loved you and you held on to that love now more than ever.

You were a frequent sight in the hospital, to the point where most if not all of the nurses who came in to check on Eddie knew your name and what you meant to the sleeping boy. At first it had taken Steve and Jonathan literally dragging you away from Eddie's bedside to have your own wounds checked out after almost a week of refusing any sort of care, then the hospital telling you that you couldn't stay the night anymore but you were still welcome to visit during the day and now only at visiting hours.

You appreciated that they'd made an exception in the beginning, that they'd been so overwhelmed with 'earthquake' victims and one girl sitting at a bedside wasn't causing anyone any extra trouble but now that things were getting back to normal, normal for Hawkins at least, things had to change. Exceptions could no longer be made.

So you came at visiting hours and you read from whatever book you'd picked up that morning. So far you'd gotten through most of Stephen King's books and now you were moving on to Tolkien knowing it was a personal favourite of Eddie's. The similarities between Tolkien and his friends, Frodo's adventure and your own experiences in the upside down didn't go unnoticed,

"I wonder if this is how he felt, Tolkien, after going off to fight in the war with his friends because it was the right thing to do only to come back scarred, not the same as before. Having to try and go back to the way things were because that's what everyone else is doing but not being able to because of what you've seen or what you've done"

It felt silly at times to compare the trials of the Upside Down to the living hell that was a World War but you imagined Tolkien would understand, Eddie would understand.

So you opened your book and you began reading where you'd left off the previous evening. It was comforting in a way to know that the Hobbits would always be there, that Strider, Gandalf, Boromir and Faramir would live on forever on the page. That no matter how many times you read the trilogy it would always end up the same. Good would defeat evil, the world would be saved and the heroes would be lauded for the rest of their days. If only it went like that in real life, the government had stepped in and done something so that Eddie was no longer wanted for murder by the police but in the court of public opinion that didn't matter. Hawkins was a small town full of small minded people who once they'd made their mind up about something didn't tend to change it easily.

The high school had given Eddie's Uncle his diploma, telling the older man that it was in everyone's best interests that the 'whole ordeal' be dealt with quickly and quietly. You'd almost marched down to the high school yourself after Wayne had told you what happened, ready to tear the Principal a new one for his dismissive words. Eddie Munson was a goddamn hero.

➽───────────────❥

A nurse poked her head around the door after you'd been there for two hours,

"Time to go sweetheart, I let you have an extra hour but the Doctor is breathing down my neck about rounds"

"Sure, I get it. Sorry to be a bother" you replied, bookmarking your page and leaving the book on Eddie's bedside table, "I'll see you later Eds, Henderson's coming too of course" you placed a kiss on his temple and willed yourself not to cry at how frustrating the situation was. You couldn't do a damned thing for the man you loved but sit by his bed and read silly stories he might not even be able to hear.

"It's ok honey, you aren't bothering anyone. If it was up to me I'd let you say but Doc O'Neill is a real stickler about rules" the nurse, Doris, placed a comforting hand on your shoulder as you reached the door,

"Is he at least getting better?" you asked, "is he going to wake up soon?"

"Well his wounds have healed, physically anyway. Which lemme tell you I didn't think they would have healed so fast but every morning I come in to check and they're healed just a little bit more. They're gonna scar some but I'm sure that's the least of your worries"

You just nodded. If his wounds were healing then that meant he was getting better and if he was getting better there was a chance Eddie would wake up soon,

"Still it's strange" Nurse Doris said, "I don't think anyone thought your young man was gonna make it, it took an awful lot of blood transfusions because he kept losing blood so quickly. I don't know how the hospital kept up with it all. I don't think they ever restocked because there's so much blood missing from the stores"

You paled. You didn't really want to hear how close Eddie had been to bleeding out on the operating table. It just reminded you of that sickly sweet smell that clung to your skin no matter how hard you scrubbed in the shower, the feeling of Eddie's weeping wounds as you dragged him into the emergency room that night. Thanking Nurse Doris you left the hospital and headed home, you weren't working these days since the town had been mostly destroyed when the Gates had all merged and as a result most of downtown was being rebuilt including the mall apparently. Hopefully minus the soviets in the basement trying to open a portal to another dimension.

You flopped down on your bed as soon as you entered your room, shutting the door with your foot. You'd try and rest for a few hours before picking Dustin up for evening visitation, he would probably be mad you read to Eddie without him there but the little shrimp would get over it. You knew that reading helped him as much as it did you.

➽───────────────❥

"Disturbing scenes this evening as here in this quiet suburb a tragedy plays out. The bodies were found mutilated and drained of blood, authorities say they have no suspects but this reporter wonders if this brutal slaying is the work of a satanic cult"

The TV in the waiting area of the hospital continued playing the news as you collected the snacks from the vending machine and headed back to Eddie's room. It had been a couple of weeks since your chat with Nurse Doris and Eddie was looking a lot better. He was filling out again, there was some colour on his face and his wounds were all but totally healed,

"You're gonna have some gnarly scars when you wake up" you smiled brushing some hair from Eddie's face, "it's gonna look totally metal"

You watched his face. Hoping for some sort of reaction but found nothing, it was wishful thinking that he might come around just from you calling his scars metal. That was all you seemed to do lately, wish and think.

After visiting hours ended you headed straight home, there had been no Dustin to drop off this evening because he'd gone around to Mike Wheeler's place to spend some time with his friends, when he'd spoken to you on the phone he'd sounded so guilty you almost cried. It was no life for a fifteen year old to spend his every waking moment after school in a hospital, you were happy he was spending time with his friends.

The house was dark when you got in. Your parents had left you a note saying they'd gone to a town hall meeting and would be back late, there was a dinner in the microwave if you wanted it. The thought of food made you sick so you just went straight upstairs and fell into bed. It was all you could do to keep your eyes open, you hadn't been sleeping great since the battle with Vecna and every time you closed your eyes you saw those bats ripping Eddie into pieces, heard Dustin screaming for help. In your worst nightmares Eddie didn't make it, you had to be pried off his cold dead body by Steve or Nancy or Robin, dragged back through the gate as they left him there in that awful place.

You woke with a start, you could swear there was someone in your bedroom. Feel a presence watching you, staring at you, carefully your hand reached for the baseball bat Steve had given you the previous summer after the fire at the Mall and the ordeal with the mind flayer, it didn't have nails driven into it like his did but it was solid aluminium so the nails wouldn't be necessary if it collided with an enemy.

You slipped out of your bed as carefully as you could and inched towards where you could feel the presence, the room was pitch black and you knew where all the squeaky floorboards were so if there was someone in here they wouldn't see you coming.

A shadow moved out of the corner of your eye and you didn't think, didn't hesitate, you just swung. The bat however did not make contact with the target and instead a hand flew up almost quicker than your mind could perceive it and caught the top mid swing,

"Jesus Christ! You could have killed me with this thing!" a familiar voice cut through the darkness, your knees buckled,

"No" you whispered, "it's a dream, it's just a bad dream"

"It's not a dream baby. I'm here. I'm really here"

The figure stepped into the centre of the room and was bathed in the light coming from the street below, that same bushel of curly hair, the long limbs kitted out in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black shirt,

"Eddie?" you sobbed, "oh my god eddie" you threw the bat down and rushed him. He was real, you could feel him in your arms, smell him, he was really here,

"Sorry it took so long baby, I wasn't strong enough to leave the hospital"

"Did they discharge you? When? Why did no one tell me?" you had a hundred questions, what was going on? The doctor never told you anything when you'd been at evening visitation, surely if Eddie was fit enough to leave the hospital someone would have told you something!

Eddie went rigid in your arms. His entire body frozen like a statue as he unpeeled himself from your embrace,

"It's not really their decision" he said, "I had to see you, just one last time"

"Eddie you're scaring me"

"I'm sorry baby, I am, I didn't mean to do it, I was just so hungry"

Eddie backed away from you, retreating further into the darkness. Like he didn't want to be seen, least of all by you,

"Eddie, what's going on?" almost as if this were a dime a dozen horror movie the light of the moon shone in through your open window and illuminated Eddie's figure.

His ears were slightly more pointed, skin much much paler than you remembered, his eyes once a beautiful deep brown chocolate were rimmed in red almost as if he'd been crying. What was most shocking of all was the flash of something sharp and white you saw when Eddie tried to speak to you again,

"Don't look at me!" he hissed, he never wanted you to see him like this. He was a monster now, those bats had done something to him and now all he wanted was to feed. You'd seen your fair share of monster movies, read all the books, you knew what this was,

"Why are you embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that?" you stretched out your hands for Eddie to take, pulling him closer to you so you could examine him up close, "well this is a shocking turn of events"

"I think you're understating what's going on here by a lot" Eddie furrowed his brow at you, "baby I've hurt people, I'm not safe to be around"

"I will decide for myself what's safe and what isn't" you told him, "Mina didn't run away and neither will I"

You leant up slightly on tiptoe to place a kiss against Eddie's swollen lips noticing just how hot his skin was against yours. You certainly hadn't expected that, but then Eddie Munson never did anything you would expect.

As if driven by some primal thing inside him Eddie dug his fingers into your hips and pulled you closer to him. His brain was screaming at him to take you, taste you, you smelt fucking amazing and he bet you tasted even better. Those pretty veins just under the skin, how easy it would be to tear one open and just watch as the crimson liquid ran down your neck, staining your pretty white shirt.

He pushed you away in an instant. No. He wouldn't give in. He'd already hurt people, he wasn't going to hurt you,

"I can't - I won't - You -" he couldn't bring himself to say it, to form words when his brain was this clouded by bloodlust so instead he did the only thing he could think of. He jumped out the window.

You ran after him but Eddie was already gone. You thought you saw something in the night sky, something with a pair of huge batlike wings but the moon had gone again, covered by clouds. The same clouds that obscured Eddie from your view.

He was alive. Eddie was alive. Well Eddie was a vampire but he wasn't in a coma in a hospital bed anymore.

You would get him back. You would be together again. No matter what.

You would cross oceans of time to be with him.

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worldgreatestarchersimp · 1 year

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Dating the babysitter would include

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Steve Harrington

long night drives in his car

having a lot of alone time in his house

having once a week a pool party with everyone of course without drinking

free ice cream for you or now every movie

being best friends with Robin

still being a little jealous of Nancy

babysitting the kids

you call Steve moma Steve, when you babysit again

he calls you papa Y/n

he´ll actually let you play with his hair but be careful, you´ll get a bunch of hair products all over your hands

he needing hour in the bath

he would be a dramaqueen

having double dates with Robin and Vicki or Robin and Nancy

Jonathan Byers

Joyce LOVES YOU

she already planned your weeding out

Jonathan gets embarrassed when his mom tells you about this stuff

he loves to take pictures from you

helping him as his brother went missing

protecting Will from his bullies whenever you and Jonathan pick him up from school

when Will has had a bad day you try to play DnD with him TRY

listening with Jonathan to his favourite music

he teasing you about your bad music taste, but listen to it nevertheless

Will came to you first when he came out to you

hating Mike for being a dickhead

comfortming him with Jonathan at the pizza shop

Nancy Wheeler

tutoring each other

babysitting her sister

Nancy thinks it´s adorable when you play with Holly

and you do this very often

so you became Hollys favourite

she would always ask Nancy when you come over again to steal you from her

hating Steve

but becoming half friends with him when you realised he had grown up

being jealous when Nancy and Steve are alone together

finding her badass witth a gun

her talking about you all the time

what annoys Mike

Robin Buckley

making fun of her old crush Tammy with Steve

Steve being your biggest shipper after he found out about you two

and he´s teasing you about it

coming everyday to scoops or family movie because of her

movie dates

Having the realationship as a secret 'cause 80s

Only Steve and Nancy knowing

Being bestfriend with Steve

Building a trio with him

At first you thought he and Robin been together

Helping Steve to get a girlfriend

Having to hear about every date and what went wrong

Being good friends with Eddie

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sporadically-writing · 2 years

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Being Steve Harrington’s Sibling and Dating Eddie Munson Headcanons

A/N: This is the first one of these I’ve ever done so I am gonna try my best here!

Warnings: None, just some fluff

Gender Neutral

Let me know if you enjoy!

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Being a year or so younger than Steve, that slots you as being comfortably within Hawkins High’s ‘86 graduating class.

Having spent the last handful of years going through the same things your brother has, you’ve surprisingly been given quite a sense of freedom actually. You don’t go around fighting secret monsters two years in a row without some of the rules of society looking a little weird to you. There are much worse things to worry about than who you’re going to prom with or what group you sit with at lunch.

Besides, if your older brother taught you anything, high school kids kind of really suck. You may not necessarily be above any nastiness that may or may not come your way, but you shoulder it well considering that, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t really matter. You’ve got a tight group of friends across multiple ages that you know have your back the same way you have theirs.

The point is, you hang out with Dustin a lot. He’s practically your nephew and now that you attend the same school (if only for a year), you two sort of fall naturally into spending time together.

It is you driving Dustin to and from said school, that led to your first meeting with the infamous Munson boy.

At the end of one fateful school day, Dustin approached you. You asked him if he was ready to head home and he informed you that actually, if it was okay, he was going to stay after for something called the Hellfire Club. You told him it was fine, you’d hang around doing some homework and get him when it was time.

About the time Hellfire was supposed to get out, you packed up your stuff and wandered towards the exit by the auditorium, where Dustin said the club would be. You got there in time to see Mike, Lucas and Dustin all being affectionately bullied by none other than Eddie Munson who looked up at you.

“Is this your ride Henderson? You didn’t tell me a Harrington was taking you home.”

Eddie would continue to make comments like these whenever you came to pick Dustin up, but you were used to people poking fun at your family name. It went on for a few weeks before you finally decided you would poke him back.

“What’s up Munson? You obsessed with me or something?”

Eddie was thrown off guard by the comment but smiled. “So the younger one fights back too.”

After that you and Eddie would continue the cat and mouse game of who could tease the other more. It drives Dustin crazy and that only encouraged the two of you further.

One day, at lunch, Eddie passed you in the hall to get a comment in early but you kept up with him, refusing to give him the upper hand in whatever game the two of you were playing, and you sat down at The Hellfire Table for the first time. From then on, that’s where you sat, it just felt right.

You got to know everyone else in Hellfire as well, surprisingly fitting in to the group well. You even used that hereditary Harrington fighting instinct to scare off anyone *cough cough* Jason *cough cough* who had anything “smart” to say to the group.

After about a month of this, Eddie showed up at your locker, something he had never really done before.

“Hey Harrington.” “Hi Eddie, need something?” “Well,” he said leaning more of his weight on the metal door, “I had something I wanted to ask you actually.” “Oh yeah?” This ought to be interesting.

Eddie shifted into Dungeon Master Mode, doing his best job impersonating a royal messenger, “I would like to cordially extend an invitation to you, [Y/N] Harrington, to join the esteemed table of The Hellfire Club.”

Smirking, you shut your locker and said, “I sit with you all everyday anyway, I think we’re well past invitations.”

Eddie’s shoulders dropped, “C’mon [Y/N], you know what I mean.” “Do I?” Whether he knew he was doing it or not, Eddie’s eyes took on a puppy dog quality and you caved somewhat.

“I don’t know the first thing about DND Eddie, I’d just slow the group down.” Eddie lit up just a little, “I could teach you! It’s really not that complicated!” Then he mumbled something else.

“What did you say?” Knowing he couldn’t weasel out of it, Eddie said, “Look, you’re really smart, and I think you’d be great at it.”

You smiled, “I’m flattered. And, for the record, you’re really smart too, school just isn’t for everyone.” Then you got an idea. “How about this. You can teach me how to play DND so I don’t feel like a total dingus at Hellfire and maybe I can help you with some of your subjects. We can tutor each other!”

And that is how you two ended up meeting every other week at his trailer or at your house. You would help him out with a concept he was struggling with and once that was done, you learned a thing or two about wizards, dragons and dice with twenty sides. Even after you had gotten the hang of the game, and showed up to the joy of the rest of the club, you would still meet back and forth to tutor Eddie. The progress had stalled a little bit after that however. Teaching you about DND had been part of the reward system for Eddie and without it, things were getting harder. However, it didn’t take long for you to (albeit accidentally) find a solution.

You two had been working really hard on the same concept for two weeks now. Something about it just refused to click for Eddie and you were having trouble teaching it a different way than the way you learned it. It looked hopeless.

That is until, after a bit of a break, Eddie stared at the paper for a moment and then timidly asked you a question, checking to see if he had gotten it right, and he had! He asked you again to be sure and you assured him that he had. After both of you working so hard to figure out a way for him to get this, you were just so incredibly proud that he had done it that without really thinking, you grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him.

To be fair to you, you had been vaguely aware that you had been slightly pinning for him for a little while, you just never really thought about it. But it looks like, you had been thinking about it more than you wanted to admit to yourself. You were both frozen for a moment, neither of your sure what to do.

“Harrington?” “Yeah?” “Did you just kiss me?” “Yes?” Eddie was quiet for a little again, staring at you. He pinched his arm and said, “Good.” And before you could blink he was kissing you again.

You two did very little to hide your relationship after that. Neither of you really cared what anyone thought. The Hellfire Club were happy for you both, Dustin most of all. He had been tired of the two of you dancing around each other. Everything was great, and then Steve found out.

Steve was happy that you found someone to make you happy. However, this was Eddie “the Freak” Munson and what older brother didn’t give the shovel talk. He even pulled Dustin in to do it with him.

Now listen, Dustin may love his Dungeon Master to pieces, but he knew you and Steve first. You were his “mom’s” sibling, his “cousin”, he had to at least say something.

As well intentioned as Steve was, he constantly forgets that his track record with fights of the less supernatural kind is less than stellar. So basically, for most of the talk, Eddie was the physical embodiment of the Knife Cat meme almost 30 years before it entered popular culture.

He assured the boys that he loved you more than his guitar (don’t tell her that) and that he wouldn’t even dream of hurting you.

“Aww, Eddie!” “How long have you been standing there, [Y/N]?!” “The whole time, hon. Nice speech boys, but if he ever hurt me, I’d be the one with the shovel.” “Noted” Eddie gulped.

It was nice to know that all your boys cared about you.

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latelyanobsession · 1 year

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Letter S on the nsfw alphabet for our baby billy ✊😔

I have no thoughts only billy back in cali

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Billy is very protective, but not to an extreme. He's more than happy to let you hold your own, but when someone's in your face and overwhelming you? Yeah. He's gonna puff his chest a bit, stand tall, and just maybe knock someone around if they really aren't getting the picture. Ultimately though, his level of protection gets set by the kind of partner you are.

If you're shivering like a fear-biting chihuahua, tucked into his side the entire time at the first big party you attend as an item. You can bet he's gonna ratchet up his attention. His protective vigilance over you a 20/10. A hand around you almost exclusively. Checking in with you the whole night. "Are you sure you're good? Do you want to leave?" Steering you away from the heavier and more crowded parts of the party that would overwhelm you. Making sure that you're comfortable and that you didn't just attend something solely to keep him happy.

If you're a partner who can hold your own. A person that would even go so far as to join in on drinking games or other shenanigans at such parties. Billy's protection will be at the most minimal. He'll swing past you every now and then. Check in and make sure that you're pacing yourself. "Are you drinking more water? Drink your water." And dump out your cup and refill it from the tap. He'd mainly watch you from a distance, and everyone once in a while stop by. Place a hand on the small of your back, and smile. "Ok?" And then proceed on his way.

If you're the kind of person who's in somewhere between, a partner who is comfortable really depending on the setting, your mood, the people there, etc. Billy might have a little bit more of a task reading you. And therefore he might lean towards being a bit more protective.

Overall Billy's intent is not to overwhelm or to overstep on a partner's autonomy. But he always wants to do what he can to help his partner feel safe, respected, and comfortable. And if any of those things get pushed by another person, Billy's ears perk up, and he watches and he waits. He lets his partner do everything they can themselves. If you for instance can't seem to get out of a conversation with someone you really don't like, one pleading look in Billy's direction and he's changing the subject for that person whether they like it or not.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Billy is a young guy in good shape (aside from the smoking, which we assume hasn't caught up with him yet). On any given session you are probably gonna need to set aside an hour to at least two. Excluding quickies, if we're talking unbroken, single-sessions you can count on a solid double round from this guy if not more. It depends on how long it's been since he last had his hands on you.

If you've been together recently you'll escape sooner, but if he hasn't had his paws on you in at least three weeks? Oh. Best leave your evening open. He's going to spend the entire time reminding you why you keep coming back to him. Time after time. Each round he wrings out of you is going to get harder and leave you increasingly exhausted. By the time he decides he's finished four rounds later, you may forget how your limbs work and have gone hoarse.

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vneuns · 2 years

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what do we think about eddie x bi reader? i think it would be absolutely adorable and that he would be really supportive (he’s probably some part of lgbtq+ himself lmao)

also could i be 🥀 anon? (if you even do that idk)

yes yes yes. and ofc ofc ofc! i love my emoji nonnies even though they aren’t as active as they were im always down for some more!

“So you like guys and girls?” you and eddie were sat cris crossed applesauce on your bed across from each other, whilst your yellow fan blew in the corner cooling down your room.

nodding uneasily you gave your boyfriend a quiz-full look. any time you came out to someone close to you they took it differently each time to say the least.

all your girl friends would make a comment about you every liking them to which you’d reply no and they’d be offended? for whatever reason.

all your guy friends laughed and nodded and asked if they could watch you make out with another girl sometime. pigs.

but eddie was your first boyfriend you had ever told so you were more terrified than before, but unlike how your “friends” took it he just smiled.

“well you have my full support.” he leaned forward placing a quick kiss on your lips leaving you stunned.

“you don’t think it’s weird? or like hot or something?” eddie’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion at your words.

“no i don’t think it’s weird, i think it’s weird we’re suppose to be born liking the opposite gender, and no i don’t get turned on thinking about you kissing another girl,” his voice trailed off at the end. “well maybe if we were like having a threesome or something i’d think it was hot—,”

picking up your nearest stuffed animal you hurled it at his face causing him to fall back on the pillows behind him. shaking your head you followed suit and decided to straddle him.

your arms went to lay next to his head as you leaned down and pressed multiple kisses to his face.

“thank you.”

“of course! i’m never gonna judge you, unless you were to say some DnD character like Vecna was hot.” your lips curled inwards as you turned your head jokingly.

“Y/N!!”

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Somebody's Watching Me (Stranger Things x GN!Reader)

After surviving the events of 1984, you've managed to avoid the problems of the Upside Down. Until now. Warning: Depictions of excessive unhealthy exercise habits, violence and gore

Your breathing was laboured as you pushed your legs to go faster, pumping your arms at your sides. The music from your walkman was blocking out all noise, Rockwell’s Somebody’s Watching Me blasting through your headphones. Each beat of the music was timed perfectly with each footfall, your eyes trained on the path ahead of you. You followed your usual path, jogging past Lover’s Lake and rushing past Skull’s Rock, feeling dirt slide underneath your feet.

You cast a quick glance at your watch, squinting at it under the bright moonlight. Your time wasn’t good enough. You forced yourself to go faster, calves burning as you raced through Hawkins, heart pounding in your chest as you finally saw the trailer park, jogging to a stop in front of your trailer.

You pulled the headphones off your head, setting them to rest around your neck. You bent over at the waist, sucking in oxygen as quickly as you could. Your skin was glistening with sweat and you didn’t even care, snatching the bottom of your shirt and swiping the material across your forehead.

You lazily fell to the steps of the trailer, giving yourself a minute to catch your breath. You reached for the water bottle you left beside it before your run, gulping it thirsty. The cool liquid ran down your throat.

“I think that’s your fastest yet.”

You frowned, turning in the direction of the voice. Your neighbour, Eddie Munson, was leaning in the doorway of his own trailer, taking a deep drag of a cigarette. You shrugged, his presence not unwelcome. He was always standing in that doorway, smoking or drinking, eyes searching for you as you ran back into the park in the middle of the night.

“Pretty late for a run.” He raised a brow. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were running from something.”

“Fuck off Munson,” you breathlessly cursed.

“Is it safe?”

You scoffed, leaning on your elbows. “I can look after myself.”

“If you say so.” He flicked the end of his cigarette, ash falling to the ground.

It wasn’t unusual for him to question your safety. Every time you sat on the steps, taking a minute to cool down, he’d press you for answers as to why you were sprinting through Hawkins in the dead of night. You never budged, lips sealed and brushing it off.

“Do you ever sleep?”

His brow quipped in response. “Do you?”

“Touche.” You stood up, interlocking your hands and cracking your back. “Well, as lovely as this is, my bed is calling me.”

“Sleep tight.”

You waved in acknowledgement, turning the key into the trailer door and collapsing inside. You flicked the lights on, making no moves towards your bedroom as you crept past your aunt, her snoring loudly on the couch, the TV droning on quietly. You quietly swept up the rubbish, putting out the smoke in her hand, going into the bathroom.

You stared at the reflection in the mirror looking back at you. A scar from your collarbone cracking across your skin, drawing all along to the corner of your mouth. Absentmindedly, your hands trailed along the ridges of it, mapping it against your skin. Flashes of memories overwhelmed you - Bob, his beaming smile, his kind nature, the way he hugged you so tight. It rapidly dissolved into his blood curdling screams, the blood, his blood, painting the floors.

If only you had run faster.

You squeezed your eyes tight, suppressing the cry building in your throat. You held tightly onto the edge of the sink, feeling your fingers turn numb with the pressure. You told yourself you couldn’t feel blood dripping down your chest, you couldn’t feel the claws ripping into you, you couldn’t feel the fear coursing through your body. You focused your attention on the porcelain under your grip.

Drip.

It’s not happening.

Drip.

You needed to see it. You needed to see it to believe it. Carefully, you pried one eye open, blood pounding in your ears. Your scar looked the same as it always had. There was no ripped, teared flesh like the day it happened, or the weeks that followed. Except there was blood. Not the large, growing stain that your mind conjured, instead small drops of blood mixing into the sweat on your top.

A thin stream of blood was oozing from your nose. You laughed, relief sagging your tense muscles. It wasn’t the agonising wound that haunted your nightmares, it was a nosebleed.

You did nothing to stop the flow of blood, jumping into the shower and washing away the late night activities, sweat and blood mixing in the water, turning the water a light brown as it disappeared down the drain. You relished the feeling of the warm water running down your spine, wishing you could stay in this moment forever.

But, eventually, you would need to sleep.

Sighing, you turned off the shower, drying yourself. You trudged to your room, getting into your cosiest pyjamas and collapsed into bed. Your eyelids were fluttering closed, your muscles aching from the run; you forced your eyes to stay open. You reached for the book gathering dust on your nightstand, cracking open the spine and glued my eyes to the pages of 1984.

He was screaming your name.

He was shouting your name as you slammed harshly into the floor, winded. The creature rose on top of you, its claws tearing into your skin as you felt pain you’d never felt before in your life. Your chest was wet with your own blood.

His shadow appeared above you. The weight on your chest was lifted as unfamiliar hands pulled you back, towards safety, as he succumbed to the very fate you should’ve been subjected to.

Bob’s eyes connected with yours, blood spurting from his lips. You screamed, spit flying from my mouth as you fought against the hands dragging you away. Tears intermingled with the blood as you saw Bob’s body eventually stop twitching.

The demodog roared, rushing towards you.

Your eyes snapped open. Your hand found your scar, tracing the lines of it. You took a deep breath in, deep breath out.

The sun had barely begun to appear over the horizon. Weariness weighed down your bones as you crawled out of bed, spotting your trainers in the corner of the room.

You weren't fast enough.

In a split second you were getting ready, tying the laces. Your head throbbed but you pushed it to the back of your mind, telling yourself that the running high would help. You shouldered your way out of the trailer, dropping your water bottle at the steps like clockwork. Eddie was standing outside his trailer, except this time he was tinkering with his van. You ignored his presence, deaf to his words as you slung your headphones over your ears and picked up your pace.

The world was a blur around you. You ran your usual route, uncaring about how your legs begged for you to stop and how your heart threatened to break though your chest. Your breaths were heaving from you as you ran through the forest, already running behind schedule.

You needed to be faster.

Your foot slipped. You careened towards the floor, eating sticks as your head hit the ground hard. The world tilted on its axis. You groaned, unable to ignore the pounding in your head now, having angered your existing headache. You slowly crawled to your feet, rubbing the dirt off of your face with the back of your hand. When you pulled your hand back, a streak of blood was mingled with the mud. You lifted your hand to your nose, cursing under your breath as the steady stream of blood began falling from your nose.

You wanted to start sprinting again; your body had other plans. Your body screamed when you tried to pick up the pace. A thunderstorm was tearing up the inside of your head.

You yielded to your body, walking slowly back home. You were already planning on how you would need to go for two runs later tonight, to compensate for the time wasted here. You cursed colourfully again.

“Do you know what time it is?” Eddie was sitting on the trailer steps, playing with the rings on his fingers. “You’re normally back way before now - thought I was gonna have to send out a search party.”

“Fuck off, Munson.” You muttered weakly, turning your back to him. He jumped to his feet, moving closer.

“Shit, you’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a nosebleed.”

Eddie took in your tired gait, the bags forming under your eyes, the vacant glaze in your stare. He nodded to himself. “Right, meet me back here in ten minutes. You’re riding with me.”

“But -”

He cut you off, his fingers acting out a zipping motion. “No buts, you’re wasting precious time.”

You sighed, but complied. Everything hurt and you were exhausted. You couldn’t remember the last time you slept through the entire night. Actually, that was a lie. The last time you slept through the night was the day before Bob was butchered before your eyes.

You completed your morning routine sluggishly, quickly showering and getting dressed. You didn’t pay much attention to how your clothes were creased, or how blood was crusting under your nose. Like a zombie you left the trailer, surprised to find Eddie waiting for you.

He was looking at his watch, giving you a cheeky grin. “That was eleven minutes, but I’ll allow it.”

“How selfless of you.”

Eddie smiled to himself, grateful you had the energy to give him a quick quip. He held the passenger door open, watching carefully when you clambered in, slumping in the seat. He gently closed the door behind you, going around the van and sliding into the driver’s seat. Music exploded from the radio as soon as he turned the car over.

He gave you a bashful smile. “Sorry.”

He turned the music down a notch, pulling out of the trailer park. Your forehead found itself against the cool glass, eyes drooping. There was a small sense of relief you felt, the temperature of the glass momentarily numbing the banging in your head. In the corner of your vision you saw Eddie turn the music down further, until it was barely a drone. Your breathing slowed and finally, your eyes closed.

There was so much blood.

You jolted awake, Eddie’s hand hovering over your shoulder. Your frantic gaze flew around the van, the lab fading away as you realised where you were. Your head lolled against the window.

“Sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep but we’re here.”

You nodded distantly, clicking the seat belt release. You gave him a grateful nod. “Thanks.”

Your hand found the handle, cracking the door open when Eddie’s hand pulled it shut. You spun around to berate him, fighting how it made your head pound, when you saw how he was staring at you with a level of concern that robbed you of your breath. His eyes darted to the scar creeping out of your shirt, and back to you.

“I know we’re not exactly friends but,” he took in your tired demeanour, the blood encrusting under your nostril. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. You had hoped your problems would fade with time, but if anything they had only gotten more intense in the past few weeks. You’d been repressing the symptoms, but now that someone else had recognised it? It made you angry, because you realised you might have more of a problem than you thought. That bubble of anger grew into an inferno, vile words spitting from your lips.

“See you, Eddie.” You slammed the door shut. “Thanks for the ride.”

You skulked across the parking lot, praying that Eddie wouldn’t chase after you. You kept your head down, weaving in and out of students when you saw a familiar car pull up at the side of your vision. A BMW parked up, a student you didn’t recognise hopping out of the passenger side. You found your feet halted to a stop when the driver locked eyes with you.

In an instant your back went straight. The muscles in your body tightened, and you resisted the urge to squeeze your eyes shut. You tightened your grip on your backpack as you tried to disappear into the crowd of people.

You heard him shouting your name, then a hand falling onto your arm. You spun around, seeing Steve Harrington holding onto you. You shook him off, trying to block him out.

“Just talk to me, okay?” He snatched at your shoulders, forcing you to turn around and face him. His eyes instantly fell on the scar marring your skin, following it to where your shirt hid the extent of it.

“About what? We have nothing to talk about.”

“About what happened.” Steve didn’t elaborate, very much aware of the student body surrounding them.

“He’s dead Steve,” You hissed quietly, harshly shoving him away from you. “There’s nothing else to talk about.”

“We tried to check on you -”

“It’s been two years, Steve, I think the moment’s passed.” You shrugged out of his grip, summoning the energy to glare at him. “I don’t need your pity!” With those final words, you walked into the school and didn’t look back.

Running was both your escape, and personal hell. You loved following your route around Hawkins, especially when the sun had fallen beneath the horizon and no souls dared to venture outside. It was where you could clear your mind of all thoughts plaguing you and just exist, focusing on each step carrying you closer to home.

This type of running, however, felt like a damn chore.

You waited for the rest of the track team to get into position, stretching. They talked amongst themselves whilst you stood alone, waiting for the coach to give a blow of the whistle.

At the sidelines, Nancy Wheeler and Fred were busy, discussing amongst themselves how they’d include this segment into the school paper. Fred was frantically scribbling onto a notepad, nodding along to what Nancy was saying.

As if she felt your eyes on her, she looked up. She gave you a small smile and a wave, which you half-heartedly returned. At least she didn't try to make you talk about it. She respected your space as well as she could, and you liked that. She wasn't suffocating.

The coach blew the whistle.

Like a shot you were off, sprinting towards the finish line, a significant distance already between you and the person behind. You pumped your arms relentlessly, listening to the sound of your own staggered breathing as you pushed yourself further.

Everything seemed normal until you heard it - a chime of a bell.

Your steps faltered. You tumbled, body falling awkwardly to the ground as another chime rang out. You bolted upright from your position, uncaring about how there was a burning agony spreading in your wrist.

There, in the trees that ran alongside the track, was a clock. At first glance it looked like an antique clock standing upright, you blinked and realised it was merged within the tree, with vines holding it in place.

The clock chimed again.

You slowly got to your feet, walking closer to the clock. Your hand was reaching out towards it, when it chimed one final time.

“Hey,” Nancy shook your shoulders, clicking her fingers in front of your face. “Are you alright?”

You looked back at the treeline, confusion clouding your thoughts. There wasn’t a clock there. You shook my head side to side, wiping at your eyes and searched for it again.

It wasn’t there.

“I -” You choked out, tearing your attention away from Nancy. The whole track team was standing there, staring down at you. You couldn’t read their expressions. You couldn’t believe anything you saw anymore.

Maybe you were finally going mad.

You clambered to your feet, backing away. “I - uh - I need to go.”

You ran to the only place you could think of going, the school becoming a blur as you focused on your destination. As soon as the all too familiar door entered your line of vision, you were sprinting. You knocked against the door continuously, not stopping until Ms Kelly opened the door. Her brows furrowed when she saw you, dirt covered and weary. She opened the door an inch, gesturing for you to sit down. You fell into the chair gratefully.

You tapped your foot on the floor, waiting for Ms Kelly to say something. You're not sure why you showed up here, or why she wasn’t saying anything, but you were quickly losing your patience and you needed to go home soon.

“So I saw Steve today.”

Ms Kelly sat back, her brow raised. “Is that why you’re here?”

You sighed, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes. You wanted to tell her about what you'd seen and heard - you feared she wouldn’t believe you. Hell, you barely believed it yourself. “I don’t know, I don’t - I just know he showed up, okay, and he was asking questions about ‘84 and I.” You bit your lip, tearing systematically at the skin. “I thought I was meant to be getting better.”

“Recovery isn’t a straight line, you of all people should know that. You experienced trauma, it’s going to take a long time to heal, it might even never fully heal.”

You slumped back in the chair, a large breath escaping your body. “Fantastic.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is something else going on? I’m worried.”

“That’s your job.”

“There’s a reason you came here today, I want to help you.”

You trained your eyes to the floor. “I know you said trauma isn’t a straight line… I feel like I’m at step 1 all over again.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because all I can think about is running. I keep getting these killer headaches, my nose is randomly bleeding and I haven’t slept. And I swear when I was at the track meet today I…” You stopped, holding the words back. Ms Kelly sent you an encouraging smile. “I heard a clock.”

“You have PTSD, these are all perfectly normal with your condition.”

“But why a clock?”

“That’s something I’m afraid I can’t answer, only you. The mind works in mysterious ways.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, a brisk knock cutting off your words. Ms Kelly gave you an apologetic look, getting to her feet and answering the door, shielding you out of sight. She was talking quietly with the person on the other side.

You couldn’t sit here much longer. The longer you sat here, the more convinced you were that you were losing your mind. You just needed to get home, you just needed to run past the lake and everything would be okay. It’d all be okay when you become fast enough.

“Ms Kelly, I need to go, but thank you.”

“Are you sure? We can keep talking if you want.” Ms Kelly seemed hesitant to let you leave.

“No, I’m okay.” You gave her what you hoped was a reassuring smile. You moved past her, seeing Chrissy Cunningham playing with the ends of her hair, filing into the office behind you.

The next day you moved like clockwork. Run, school, try to sleep, fail, run. Take pain relief for the head splitting headaches. Run. Sleep, wake up from the horrific nightmares. The most notable thing that happened was Chrissy’s dead body being found in Eddie’s trailer. Even that felt like a daze to you.

It felt like you were walking through a cloud, feeling more distant from your body every day. The runs were the only thing grounding you, driving you to be better, to become better.

You were tying your laces when a knock sounded at the door. You were already grumbling. “Look, I’ve already answered your stupid fucking questions, I don’t know what -”

Instantly your mood turned sour, the sight of Steve, Max and Dustin standing in front of the door. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?”

“No, I was just heading out.” You moved past them, locking the trailer door.

“This is serious,” Dustin warned.

You couldn’t suppress the dark laugh that slipped past your lips. “Not heard that before.”

“Look, you really need to hear what we need to say.” Dustin pressed further, and you merely shrugged.

“I don’t care.”

“You’re in danger!”

“No shit, I’ve been in danger ever since you got me involved in ‘84. I’m done, I’m not doing this.” You emphasised your words, effectively cutting them off. You turned your back to them, looping your headphones over your head.

“We think you’re next.” You froze, looking up at Dustin. You didn’t move, he took that as a sign to carry on. “Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy, but something did. And we think it’s coming for you.”

“I’d like to see it try.” You clicked play on your walkman, sprinting away. You didn’t hear the curses, the pleas, you only felt that finally, karma would catch up to you. In a way, you felt a degree of relief, you’d finally repent for what happened to Bob.

You ran to escape your thoughts, you ran to escape the horrors creeping up on you. You ran until you couldn’t breathe, running faster than you ever have before, praying that it will finally help you outrun the nightmares plaguing your every waking moment.

You tripped.

The walkman skipped, still secured around your waist. You swore. You got to your knees, hissing as you saw blood beading on your knee.

“He was bleeding too.”

You panicked, jumping to your feet. The forest around you had faded away, the sterile foyer of Hawkin’s Lab surrounding you. The roar of the demodog was so loud it felt like it was deafening you.

“I bled for you.” Bob shuffled out of the hallway, clutching his hand to his bleeding stomach. Even from here you could see his hand was the only thing keeping his organs in place. “I died because you weren’t fast enough.”

“No - no, I was running as fast as I could.”

“It wasn’t good enough.” He released his hand, allowing his intestines to fall to the floor with a wet smack. You held back your bile, frozen in place as he stalked towards you. A streak of blood followed in his wake. “You let those creatures attack you. You wanted to die. And yet you let me sacrifice myself for an ungrateful little swine.”

“Bob - please.”

He was within reaching distance now. There was no trace of the godfather who treasured you, who treated you as his own.

No, there was just a monster.

The man who loved you like his own child transformed, turning into a tall monster, vines wrapping around its body. Its hands reached out towards you. You were frozen in place, horrified at the sight before you.

“It’s time.”

His hand hovered over your head. His nails dug into your scalp. You whimpered.

A freaky, eerie tune started to play out. “Who’s watching? Tell me who is watching. Who is watching me”

You looked past the monster’s figure, seeing a bright ray of light. You were by the lake, Eddie shaking…you? Your body was lifted in the air, gaze vacant. Eddie was shouting your name, vigorously shaking your body. His hands were near your walkman.

This wasn’t real.

“I always feel like somebody’s watching me.”

With all of your might, you kicked the monster in the chest. He didn’t move, only looking down at your feeble effort and laughing darkly. The song continued to play as you struggled against its grip, losing motivation with each weak kick or lazy punch.

“I don’t feel safe anymore, oh what a mess. I wonder who’s watching me now, who, the IRS?”

Bob didn’t die for nothing. He didn’t sacrifice himself so that you could die in the hands of this creature. You might not have been fast enough the day he died, but you weren't going to make that mistake again.

You looked at the monster. Your hands lurched towards him, nails primed. You attacked his eyes, feeling them squelch under your fingers as you dug your nails in. The creature cried out in anguish, instantly releasing you from its hold.

As the chorus launched, you charged towards the portal, echoes of who is watching me fuelling you further. The demodogs were screaming louder now but you didn’t pay them any mind, using your training to run fast, faster than you ever had in my life.

You woke up with a gasp, falling over. Eddie gripped you tightly, rocking you backwards and forwards. You held onto him just as tight, the final notes of the song playing out in your headphones, reminding you of the horrors you just endured. His hair tickled your cheeks but you couldn't muster the energy to move it away, muscles frozen in place.

Steve, Dustin, Max and Lucas jumped out of Steve’s car, rushing forwards. You didn't move, eyes tightly squeezed and breathing in Eddie's scent of weed and motor oil.

“You woke up.” Dustin gaped at you, his mouth hanging open.

You were just as baffled as the others, dreading to think what could have happened if the monster had succeeded.

"What do you remember?" Steve knelt besides Eddie, sitting next to you on the floor. His eyes were kind, the eyes of an old friend whose very presence reminded you of your life altering trauma.

Slowly, you pulled away from Eddie's embrace. Your chest was rapidly rising and falling, and you felt as if you couldn't quite catch your life. Your fingers found the edges of Eddie's jacket, fiddling with the material - an anchor. You relished the feeling of the dirt and sticks digging into your flesh, and the steady thrum of your bleeding knee.

You were here.

Bob wasn't here.

It wasn't here.

You coughed. It took you a few moments to find your voice again, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. "I - I think I was being hunted."

You looked around the group, the awe and worry cresting their faces, a deep dread settling into your stomach. You were in this for the long haul now, just like back in 1984, whether you liked it or not.

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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no thoughts, head empty, being steve’s secret admirer

this either works in highschool au or him working at family video so i’m writing them both up for you to choose!!

after he breaks up with nancy along with billy being billy steve definitely loses some confidence so usually while he wouldn’t bat an eye at notes from secret admirer’s he’s surprised to see a cute little envelope taped to the inside of his locker and since it’s inside he immediately knows it’s a friend of one of his friends. he considers throwing it out but ends up reading it and is really touched. shenanigans ensue with steve trying to make his friends fess up on who it is while reader is bribing everyone to keep quiet and help—

family video where steve starts to find little notes left in different movies he has to rewind the tapes for and is hellbent on figuring out who it is because it should be easy just find out who rents what movies and boom! only problem, reader keeps bribing his friends and some people they vaguely know into renting movies for them to slip notes into. shenanigans ensue <3

Secret Admirer

a/n: BABY IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BUT I FINALLY GOT TO IT😭😭😭 i got the letters inspired by to all the boys i've loved before UGH,,fucking love that movie. anyways! i really hope you enjoy it and i SWEAR i'm getting to the other ask you sent me!! there are no pronouns used so this IS gender neutral :D credit to the gif owner! <3

Steve stares at the pink envelope that's taped inside of his locker. He looks around cautiously expecting Billy and his friends to come out and start laughing at him. Sure, he thinks to himself, make fun of the guy who just got his heart broken. Steve grabs the envelope and is tempted to throw it out, but when he sees the pretty For: Steve with a heart drawn next to his name he decides to keep it. He looks at the clock that's above a classroom door and decides to skip his last period for the day. He quickly finds his car in the student parking lot and throws his stuff into the passenger seat before he gets settled into the driver's side.

He sees the pink envelope sticking out from under his backpack, and his eyes sweep the student parking lot before he grabs it and gently opens it.

Dear Steve, do you remember the Halloween party in 5th grade? My mom helped me plan my costume weeks before the actual party and I was so excited that I didn't tell anyone about it. When I got there, it was like everyone got the memo that costumes weren't cool except for me. I already had a bit of trouble fitting in, but when I got to that party I felt like a complete outsider, and then you walked in dressed up in your devil costume. It was that moment I felt like maybe we were the cool ones, and everyone else was an outsider. I like to think that that's the moment I started to fall for you, the little horns on your head were almost as red as your cheeks when you sat next to me. (the only other kid in a costume.) It kinda sucks that you're more popular now and that we lost touch, but Steve Harrington you will always have a special place in my heart. Yours Truly, your secret admirer.

Steve doesn't know what's come over him but his face is almost as hot as Hawkins gets during the summer and he knows his cheeks are as red as the devil costume he wore that day. He closes his eyes trying to recall the face of the person he sat next to, but he could barely remember what he had for dinner last night. He let out a sigh of frustration and looked at the letter in his hand.

“Who are you, secret admirer?” he mumbled to himself before he stuffed the letter in his backpack and drove home.

“You know, there's gotta be a less weird way to do this,” Robin said from above you.

You shushed her and hid around the corner again, your back pressed against the wall. “What's happening? I'm too nervous to look!”

Robin smiled and let out a sigh. “He's looking around trying to find the person. I can't believe you convinced me to unlock his locker for you.”

You nudged Robin with your hip. “You know you have a soft spot for me and my intense feelings.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. See you after class?”

You nodded your head and made your way toward your last class of the day. It's true though, for as long as you can remember you've always been told that your feelings can be a little…much. Naturally, being told that you started to repress your feelings and tried making yourself smaller. Every single emotion you felt you just wrote down, and soon enough journaling became your favorite thing in the world. Once class was over you made your way past Steve's locker, pouting a little when you didn't see him at the locker.

“Hey, do you think he'll know it's me?”

Robin got onto her bike and looked over at you.

“When was the last time you guys talked?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe last year?”

Robin scoffed and shook her head. “He's got shit for brains, can't even remember what he ate for dinner last night.”

You let out a laugh and hopped onto your bike. A part of you was relieved that he'd never find out it was you, but the other part felt let down. You kinda wanted him to know it was you, maybe something could even come out of this. You were broken out of your thoughts when you felt Robin tug at your backpack.

“Jesus! You almost got hit!”

You watch with your mouth slightly open as a car speeds past you both. You mumble out a sorry to Robin and scoot your bike away from the curb.

“What are you thinking that's got you so distracted?”

Your face flushes as you shrug your shoulders.

“Gross, you're thinking of Steve aren't you?”

“I'll pay you five dollars to put another note in his locker.”

“Deal.”

Steve smiled as he pulled into the school’s parking lot. He's gotten three letters this week so far, and they're actually making him look forward to school now. Reading your letters is his favorite part of the day, he just can't seem to figure out who you are. He walks into school and sees Robin messing with his locker. He walks up behind her, making sure to clear his throat after a few more seconds of her struggling.

“What are you doing Buckley?”

Robin freezes her movements and slowly turns around to face Steve. She let out a nervous chuckle and waved awkwardly at him.

“Steve! What are uh, what are you going here?”

Steve furrows his brows. “It's a school robin. I'm kinda forced to come here so I can graduate.”

Robin quickly shoves the note behind her back and nods her head.

“Cool, that's cool. Small world huh? I mean who knew-”

“What's behind your back robin?”

“M-my back? Uh, just my backpack. Yup! My handy dandy backpack, can't live without-”

“Are you my secret admirer?”

Steve knew that she wasn't, but if it meant she’d stop rambling then Steve would ask again and again.

“Gross! In your dreams king Steve.”

Steve let out a scoff. “That's former king Steve to you.” He reached around robin’s back trying to get the note, but robin was quick and stepped back.

“Why are you here so early? Aren't popular people supposed to be the last people here?”

Steve tried to grab the small envelope from her again but failed.

“Can I just see the letter?”

“What letter? I have no letter-”

“Who writes them?”

“Why'd you change your lock?”

They both stared at each other waiting for the other to crack, students were starting to flood the building.

“I asked first,” said Steve.

“God, what are we in second grade? Tell me why you changed your lock.”

Steve rolled his eyes and opened his mouth ready to say something when he got interrupted.

“Robin, we're gonna be late for first period!” you said while walking up to her. Steve turned to look at you, he had an odd feeling that he's seen you before. Your name was on the tip of his tongue, where has he seen you before?

“You know how much I hate history!” Robin said with a pout.

“And you know how much I hate being late, let's go.”

Suddenly it all clicked for Steve.

“Angel!”

You looked at him confused. “What?”

“You were an angel! For Halloween!”

You felt your eyes widen and you let out an awkward cough. How the hell did he find out it was you?!

“I don't-”

“Last year! You dressed up as an angel.”

A sigh of relief escaped you and Robin started to laugh loudly.

“Haha yeah! Angel! That was good old y/n here! Well, if you'll excuse us we need to go!” Robin shoved the letter into his chest, grabbed your hand, and started to run toward your history class.

“Bye y/n!” Steve shouted.

You turned your head to catch a glimpse of him and sent him a smile.

“see ya hair-rington!”

Steve chuckled at the nickname and opened the letter Robin gave him.

Dear Steve, I hope you haven't figured out who I am, although I have a good feeling you won't. A little birdy told me that sometimes you don't even remember what you ate for dinner the day before. Do you remember the first time you came to school after you cut your hair? I do, it was seventh grade and you had your hoodie thrown over your head to hide your hair. The teacher made you take it off because of the whole no hoodies on when you're in class, and I remember you taking off your hoodie and the whole class laughed at you. I've never seen someone look so upset before and I don't think my heart has ever been broken until that very moment. When we got to choose partners for that day's assignment everyone avoided you. You were sitting in the middle of the classroom and you looked so…lonely. I decided to help you out the way you helped me with the Halloween party. When I sat next to you, you gave me the biggest smile and you even shared your supplies with me. You've always been so sweet to me Steve, I admire you for that. I hope you find out who I am soon so that we can reconnect or something, even if you know how I feel. I'll see you around hair-rington. Yours truly, your secret admirer.

Steve felt a lightbulb go off when he read your last line. That nickname, the nickname only you called him, the nickname that you gave him in seventh grade and stuck with until today. Steve was quick as he ran to your classroom disrupting the lesson your teacher was giving. All heads turned to him and for a second he felt like he was in seventh grade again. Whispers were circling the classroom and people were starting to point at him. Steve could feel himself starting to back out of the classroom until he locked eyes with you and you gave him a small wave.

“I hope you have a good reason for interrupting my class, Harrington.”

Steve started to fumble with his words, he should've come up with a plan before bursting through your classroom door.

“Sorry, Mr. Robinson! Steve told me he was going to drop off a book he borrowed from me.”

Your teacher looked between you and Steve.

“Yeah! My lock is stuck though, I was just wondering if I could borrow y/n to unlock it for me.”

Your teacher waved his hand dismissing you, mumbling under his breath about how he doesn't get paid enough for this. You walked into the hallway with Steve and rocked back and forth on your heels.

“So uh, what did you actually need?”

Steve reached into his backpack and pulled out all the letters you wrote for him. Your eyes widened as you grabbed the letters with shaky hands.

“It's you, isn't it?”

You let out a nervous giggle and nodded your head. “Sorry if you're disappointed.”

Steve shook his head. He grabbed the letters from you and gently held your hands.

“I'm not disappointed.”

“You aren't?”

He chuckled and pulled you in for a hug.

“Far from it. How about after school today we go down to that diner that just opened up?”

You blushed and looked down at your feet. “Like, to catch up?”

“I was thinking more like a date.”

Your head shoots up to look at him, your eyes scanning his features trying to figure out if he was joking or not.

“Serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

A smile returns to your face as you nod your head.

“I’d like that. A date with you that is, not the heart attack. Please don't have a heart attack.”

Steve laughed, and you swear that you would do anything in the world to make him laugh like that.

“Go to class dork, I'll see you after school.”

You smile and kiss his cheek waving goodbye to him while you walk back into your classroom. Steve puts both hands into the air before he sprints down the hall and hits an exit sign with his hand as a celebration. It falls to the floor with a loud clatter and some teachers peek their heads out of their classroom, rolling their eyes when Steve gives them a small wave.

“Harrington! My office, now.” the principal said.

“Totally worth it,” Steve said while making his way to the office.

“Wait, don't give me detention, I have a date tonight!”

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keep-it-strange · 2 years

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Welcome To: Steve Harrington Masterlist

♤ - Smut (rough smut soft smut mix)

♡ - Fluff

◇ - Angst

♧ - Suggestive

♡ Moving in w/Steve and Eddie

Summary - Headcannons for moving in with Steve and Eddie.

Warnings - A bit suggestive on Eddie's part.

Goodbye From: Steve Harrington Masterlist

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randomfandomwrites · 2 years

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Missing Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

*not my gif*

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Billy helps find you in the Upside Down (I think I made it gn reader, but honey is used as a nickname)

Warning: Kidnapping, angst, cursing, kind of anxiety?

Word Count: 2,410

A/N: Sorry I’ve been kind of slow on writing, school’s starting soon and I have a lot of stuff going on. Leave it to school to make me not want to do the things I actually like :/

Billy covered his face with his hands again, rubbing his eyes. He exhaled loudly before looking up. “Shit, that’s all true? That all happened... here? And- and that’s why Max and (y/n) were at the house with Steve and why Max was being so weird and- oh my God,” Billy rambled.

“Yeah, and now (y/n)’s there and we have to help them,” Hopper said.

“Damn right we do! Why are we just sitting here doing nothing while they’re fucking dying? Didn’t you say the air is toxic or some shit? We have to help!” Billy shouted, standing up abruptly.

“And we will, but you can’t go. Leave this to the adults; we’ve done this before,” Hopper replied, just as loud.

“I’m going and you can’t fucking stop me! (Y/n) has been a part of my life since I moved to this shithole town and I’m not about to start living without them! I’m almost an adult and I sure as hell know how to take care of myself. So fuck you if you try to stop me, because I love (y/n) and without them I would fucking die in this goddamn place!” Billy screamed, sitting back down.

“I can’t-” Hopper started.

“Jim...” Joyce whispered. Hopper looked at her and sighed, shoulders slumping.

“Fine. On one condition. Anything, and I mean anything, starts to go wrong, you run. You get out of there and don’t look back. Now is not the time to be a hero, alright? We go in, we get (y/n) we go right back out. No brave or daring acts, kid. You run. Got it?” Hopper explained sternly. Billy nodded.

“Yes, sir,” Billy said seriously. Hopper stared (glared?) at him for another second before nodding once.

“Okay then. Let’s go. Joyce, you know where the gate is?” Hopper asked, turning to her.

“Yeah, the kids told me. It’s a half hour from here, if we hurry,” she replied.

“Alright. Come on.”

Billy jumped out of the police car, slamming the door and running to the gaping hole in the ground.

“I’m assuming that... that’s it?” Billy asked.

“Yep,” Hopper muttered with disgust. “Ladies first,” he grumbled, gesturing to the gate. Joyce scoffed and slowly stepped inside before disappearing in the slimy opening. Billy followed her, Hopper right behind him.

“Whoa,” Billy grunted, landing roughly. He stood up and looked around. The pulsing gap that connected his world and this was about seven feet above him. But he had fallen down? What the hell is this place?

The darkness was the first thing he noticed. It seemed to consume everything, and things that should have been bright and shiny were dull and dreary. There was no light here, except for the occasional lightning flashes in the sky, illuminating the ominous terrain for moments before allowing the gloomy shadows to take control again.

The next thing he noticed was the temperature. A bitter coolness seemed to hang in the air, an icy sensation that sent a shiver down his spine. It felt as if cold fingers were tracing over him, pulling him and sending piercing ice to the depths of his heart. It was so, so cold. He hated it here already and he’d barely taken a step.

The last thing he noticed before Hopper pulled him ahead was the silence. There was no ambience here. Aside from the occasional squelching of wet vines and the faint, intermittent rustling of things he’d rather not see, this other world was silent. Billy could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest.

“Come on, we don’t have all day,” Hopper muttered, walking forward. Joyce followed him.

“Down here, we don’t have day at all,” Billy responded. Hopper shot him a cold glare, though not as cold as the biting atmosphere that seemed to suffocate them. Billy rolled his eyes and trailed behind the adults. “Where are we going, anyway?” He asked.

“Well, when Will was down here-”

“Who’s Will?” Billy cut Hop off.

“He’s my son, and he was stuck down here for a while. We got him out, and he’s okay now. But he was at our house a lot, so we’re going to (y/n)’s house to see if they’re hiding there. Seems like they would take any comfort they could get down here, and I don’t blame them. I would come home too,” Joyce mused. Billy stopped in his tracks.

“Well if they want comfort, (y/n) wouldn’t go to their house,” Billy commented. Joyce and Hopper turned around. “Yeah, they don’t like it there any more than I like my house,” Billy continued.

“What the hell do you mean?” Hopper asked.

“I’m just saying, if (y/n) wanted somewhere they felt safe, they wouldn’t pick their house, that’s all,” Billy said defensively. Hopper raised an eyebrow and stepped closer to Billy.

“Was there anywhere they did like to go? Anywhere that meant something to them?” Hopper asked. Billy shook his head and looked down, thinking.

“Um...” He stared at the ground, biting his lip. Suddenly he looked straight, then up at Hopper. “Wait, yeah, the theater. We- we go there all the time, and that’s where I asked them out. Um, they told me they go there sometimes to think?” Billy said hopefully. Hopper stared at him for a second.

“Then I guess we’re going to see a movie. Let’s go.”

After what felt like hours, the theater came into view. “Oh my God, there it is. (Y/n)’s there, come on!” Billy shouted, starting to run. Hopper put a hand in front of him to hold him back. “What are you doing?” Billy asked.

“Be quiet, we don’t know if anything is here. These monsters like to hunt, and we might be fun prey if they’re close.”

“Isn’t that just a reason we should hurry? What if those fuckers are in there with them already? We have to go!” Billy urged. Hopper pushed him backwards.

��And we will, but if we’re dead, then nobody’s coming to help. Got it?” Hopper reprimanded sternly. “Let’s just be cautious. We don’t even know if (y/n)’s in here.”

A shrill roar pierced the air and the group ducked behind a building. A creature appeared from nowhere, with too-long arms and milky skin. It roared again, shaking the earth. It put its face to the ground and stalked towards them. Billy was practically shaking as it stood up and looked right towards them. He saw Hop reaching towards a broken piece of brick and stood up, keeping his back to the wall. He slowly inched to the opposite edge of the building, throwing it away from them and out of sight. The creature snapped its head back at the sound and dropped to all fours, running down the street away from their hiding place. Billy had to cover his mouth to quiet his panicked breathing.

When all seemed clear again, Billy exhaled. “What the fuck was that?” he gasped.

“That was a demogorgan, and the reason you can’t be screaming to your heart’s content out here,” Hopper responded sternly. After another minute, Hopper slowly stepped out onto the street and looked around. “It’s okay. Let’s keep going. But for (y/n)’s sake, keep your goddamn voice down.”

Billy was getting more and more impatient as the small group approached the building. His heart was racing, and he felt like he would burst if he didn’t get in there right this second and help you. When he reached the door, his patience snapped. “(Y/n)? (Y/n)?” he called. He sprinted down the hall, pushing open the doors to each movie room and glancing in quickly to see if you were there. Joyce and Hopper ran after him, calling out, but couldn’t keep up. He flung open the second to last door in the hallway and looked over it, moving to run out before his heart stopped for a split second. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the outline of a figure lying on the ground.

It was you.

Billy’s breath caught in his throat as he froze, staring at you. You were still, your limbs splayed out in a way that seemed unnatural. Snapping out of his daze, he stumbled toward you.

“Billy!” Joyce shouted, opening the door. Hopper almost ran into her, but they both stopped at the sight of Billy’s slow movements and your motionless body.

“Oh God, (y/n), no,” Billy whispered. “No, no, no, no, no, no, it can’t be you, it can’t be you.” He fell to the ground, kneeling before your body. He shook you. “C’mon, (y/n) please.” He shook you again. “Please, please, please!” he begged, his voice rising as he choked on his words.

No response.

Billy lowered his head and sobbed. This isn’t happening. This is a nightmare. This isn’t happening. He repeated it over and over in his head. But something pulled him out. He felt- no. Was it? Billy looked down at you, the tiniest spark of hope flickering in him. “(Y/n)?” he whispered again. Your hand twitched slightly, almost unnoticeably. But Billy saw it. He could breathe again. He lifted you up in his arms, pulling you close so he could hear your heartbeat. It was there, but it was faint. He looked back at Hopper and Joyce, standing silently in the doorway. “They’re alive!” he shouted. “We have to help, hurry, help me pick them up!” They didn’t waste time running down and pulling you to your feet.

“(Y/n), I need you to open your eyes for me, okay?” Joyce said. “Can you do that, honey?”

Your eyelids fluttered for a second, and the hope in Billy’s chest grew. “(Y/n)? I’m here, honey. I got you, just please, please open your eyes,” he whispered.

“Billy?” You looked up at him, practically limp in his arms. Your vision was blurry and your voice was almost gone.

“Oh my God, (y/n). Yeah, I’m here. I got you, I’m here,” Billy whispered, tears in his eyes.

“Water,” you coughed. Joyce fished a flask out of her backpack and brought it to your lips. It was a little stale, but to you, it was heaven. You drank almost half of it before taking a breath.

“Good, that’s so good, (y/n). Can you walk?” Billy asked.

“I- I don’t know,” you murmured.

“I’ll help you,” Billy said. He put his arm around you and placed your arm on his shoulders. You knew he was practically carrying you, but it did help you walk. With Billy supporting you, you could limp well enough.

“Okay, now let’s get out of here before anything comes and ruins all of our warm, fuzzy, happy feelings,” Hopper said in a tone that indicated his true meaning which was along the lines of let’s hurry up and leave right the fuck now. He didn’t want to be down here any longer than he had to, and it wasn’t hard to understand why. Everyone else felt the same.

You tripped constantly walking out of the movie theater. You could almost feel yourself ebbing away as you used the last of your energy trying to push yourself towards home. Billy offered to carry you several times, but you declined. You didn’t know why, but you felt guilty about them coming down to save you, and you would’ve felt even guiltier if Billy had to carry you all the way to the gate. Although, the more exhausted you got, the more tempting his offer sounded. He kept glancing over at you, worried, each time asking if you needed help. And each time, you insisted you were fine. You hated yourself for it, and you didn’t know why. Maybe the toxic air got to your head.

It took longer than expected, but finally, finally, they got you to the gate. Now the challenge was getting you up through it. Joyce had rope in her backpack, but you obviously didn’t have the strength to climb up.

“Um, okay,” Billy started, running a hand through his hair. “Um, how about I go through, and then, um, (y/n) can stand on your shoulders,” he said, gesturing to Hopper, “and then they can go through and I can pull them up on the other side?”

“They are not standing on my-”

“Hop,” Joyce said sternly. Hopper looked between her and Billy, scoffing, before he looked at you. You were weak and barely standing. His eyes softened.

“Fine. Just hurry, please,” he relented. Joyce smiled at him and began climbing. Billy went up soon after. Hopper stepped toward you. “You ready, kid?” Silently, you nodded. He bent down and moved his hands back so you could stand on them if you needed to. The situation was so absurd and the position he was in was so awkward that you laughed slightly. Hopper looked back at you, a small smile on his face. You jumped onto his back like a toddler and positioned yourself so that you were crouching on his shoulders. You felt like a freaky parrot, and the image of a parrot in your shoes was enough to make you laugh again. I must be delirious, you thought. It’s not that funny. Still, you were fighting giggles as you slowly stood up. You were still feeling faint, and you wobbled slightly. The opening was only a few inches above your head, but it felt like a huge gap. You shakily reached toward the edge. The second your finger brushed it, you grabbed onto it like your life depended on it.

Now that you were steadier, you stood up taller. The top of your head pushed through the slimy layer, and you reached up to where you knew Billy was waiting. A second passed, and then a warm hand grasped yours. You clung onto Billy’s hand as you pushed further through the opening. Adrenaline pumped through you at the sight of your world. You pulled yourself up Billy’s forearms as he lifted you. You fell into Billy’s chest and he hugged you.

“I was so fucking worried, (y/n), I thought... (y/n)? Hey, shit, are you okay?” Billy’s voice was laced with anxiety as you swayed. Your legs gave out and you fell over, Billy almost dropping you.

Billy’s voice yelling your name over and over was the last thing you heard before everything went black.

I would’ve had this done in an hour tonight but somebody kept bothering me 😭 I swear I’ll try to be more active and get the requests done. School is starting soon and my mental health is being a bitch, but writing helps me so hopefully that’ll motivate me :) Love you all so much and thank you for reading!!!

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