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farfaras · 11 months

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I think I got an ex but I forgot him.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3 (this is it.) AO3 link.

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Their plan changed. Them planing to come out changed things, mostly the storyline they were going for. Jonathan realizing he was lonely and didn’t actually love Steve as a way to end the relationship seemed too gut wrenching for a baby gay to witness. So that was out.

The timing of them getting together would stay the same. But instead of those elaborate phases they planned, they would just take it one day at a time. Like normal couples would. When they decide to break up, they would just say they realized they work better as friends. Simple, easy.

Today was probably the hardest part of the plan. Coming out to everyone. Dustin actually convinced them, made them believe that the whole crew would be supportive. If anything went sideways Steve was definitely putting this on him.

They had get togethers almost weekly now. It was a comfort thing. Most of the time the brats used these gatherings to play their nerd game. The rest of them just hanging out. Steve only wished Mike took better care of his basement.

The party and Eddie were playing their game on the table. Steve made sure he sat down close to Jonathan, Robin on his other side. Eleven and Max were reading some comics in the corner, on a beanbag. They looked comfortable.

Steve was anxious. He didn’t know how Jonathan could take this level of anticipation and anxiousness. He was fidgeting almost violently, so Jonathan took his hand in his. Robin, who was in the middle of a rant, faltered for a second before going back to talking. Both Steve and Jon’s attention on her. Even though she was still talking, she looked Steve in the eyes and raised a single brow. He knew what she was asking. He hopefully telepathically sent the right message.

When the party announced that they finished their session for today, Mike rushed to get some drinks. Jonathan dropped his hand and resumed his previous position. Steve caught Will and Eddie curiously eyeing the movement, while Dustin was downright staring and not so subtlely hiding his grin.

Everyone was chatting amongst themselves, when Mike returned Jonathan cleared his throat. “Uh, guys?” His voice was slightly louder than it normally was. Also firm. “We have some news.”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “Who’s we?”

Steve spoke up. “Me and Jonathan.”

“Unexpected but welcomed duo, huh.” Robin tried to lighten the mood. It was like every time someone heard the word news they assumed the worst. Steve gave her a grateful glance.

“It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” Steve reassured them. They seemed to relax at that, nodding and giving them their full attention. Jesus, their faces were earnest and curious. Steve didn’t know if he was gonna survive this. He turned to Jonathan. “Should you tell them or do you want me to do it?”

Jon gave him a small and teasing smile. “I’ll tell them. You got the worst of it already.”

“Hey! What the fuck? I thought we were cool, Jonathan.” Dustin protested when he heard Jon. And that reaction just proved his point.

Jon just stared blankly at him. “Someone just spit it out already.” Mike said, rolling his eyes like the impatient little shit he was.

“You just don’t know how to wait, huh.” Lucas shot back.

“Shut up.”

“Grow up, Mike.”

“Oh, please…”

Eddie’s voice cut through the argument dryly. “Kids! Please, just stay quiet so they can say what they need to.”

Jonathan muttered a quiet thanks before taking a deep breath, probably mentally preparing himself. “I’m just gonna say it.” He looked around, then directly at Steve, before addressing the whole group again. “Steve and I are dating.”

It was like Steve was able to watch all their reactions in slow motion. He mostly just felt Robin’s, her gasp and the way her neck almost fell off from how fast she turned to them. Eleven just nodded and went back to reading, he supposed they haven’t taught her all about what the world thinks about homosexuality? Max’s was kinda scary, she just smirked as if she was going through all the new material she had to tease Steve in her mind. Mike and Lucas both raised their eyebrows, they were comically up. Will’s eyes sparkled and widened at the revelation, he was surprised too. And Eddie was almost unreadable. His mouth slightly opened and he looked shocked, frozen.

Mike broke the silence. “There’s no way.”

“It’s true!” Dustin looked ready to defend them if anyone had something even remotely weird to say.

“You knew?!” Lucas almost shrieked.

“I did.” Dustin looked so proud.

Steve didn’t want to look at Robin right now, he had absolutely no idea how she might react. Or if she was gonna be mad about not knowing first. He felt a hand in his that wasn’t Jon, so he looked up to find Robin softly looking at him. She squeezed his hand. “Thanks for telling us, both of you.” She directed this to Jonathan, too.

“It’s kinda weird that you both dated the same girl,” Max started. “But I guess you’re cute, or whatever.”

“Cute or whatever.” El repeated. Still not paying much attention to them.

Steve laughed. “Thanks?” “I guess.” Added Jon.

The only ones who haven’t said anything were Will and Eddie. The rest of the room put their eyes on them.

“Oh. Um. Even if it’s kinda unexpected, that’s great.” Will nervously said. He looked around. “Right?” A chorus of yeses and rights filled the room. Steve could breathe easier.

“Yeah, great.” Eddie muttered. “We’re all happy for you guys.” His smile was small, almost subdued.

“Okay, now that that’s over,” Jonathan tried to end this conversation, the kids wouldn’t have that though.

“Wait! I have questions!” Lucas of all people exclaimed. “When was this?”

“Uh– well. We got together a few weeks ago. If that’s what you were asking.” Steve answered.

“When?”

“Like 2 weeks after.” Jon replied. They didn’t need to say after what, it was implied.

They answered all their questions with their planned answers.

Who made the first move? Actually Jonathan because Steve wanted to go at his pace.

How did they get together? Jonathan asked him after they came out to each other.

Were they in love? (This was El) At that, they got caught off guard, they didn’t expect someone to ask that. “We haven’t been together for long, El.” She didn’t seem to understand but left it alone after Max said she’d explain it to her later.

Everyone, like Dustin said, was supportive. Which they were grateful for. And Steve was also super happy for Will and Robin to see that their friends would support them too when they decided to come out.

Steve just didn’t know why Eddie was so quiet all of the sudden. He wasn’t like that, which made Steve worry he was actually not all that okay with this. He didn’t want that to be the case, he didn’t think that was the case. But people could surprise you sometimes.

Steve and Jonathan were holding hands while they answered questions. Whenever Steve chanced a glance at Eddie, he looked like he was staring at their hands but quickly redirected his gaze to something else. Steve felt uneasy.

All too soon it was time to go. Everyone was climbing the stairs, Jon was pulling his hand to get out of the basement. Eddie was still packing some of his stuff. Steve stopped walking. “Go ahead, I’ll catch up with you outside.” He told Jon and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He just nodded and left the basement. Now it was just Steve and Eddie.

“Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“What’s up with you?” Steve hadn’t known Eddie for long. But during these last months they had developed a friendship, so Steve thought he knew Eddie an appropriate amount to know something was off.

Eddie’s eyes were slightly more open than usual. “Nothing’s up. Why do you think that?”

“Well, you were awfully quiet at the end there. Not really like you, is it?” Steve went up to Eddie so now they were standing in front of the other.

“Yeah, I’m just kinda tired you know.” He was looking down at his feet.

“You’re not… uncomfortable, are you?” Steve was scared that he might regret asking that. But the way Eddie wasn’t even looking at him right now, made it hard.

Eddie’s eyes widened and worry splayed over his face. “No!” He loudly said. “Not at all, please don’t think that.” He sighed. “I really am just tired, Steve. I promise.”

Steve nodded, maybe he was being paranoid. “Okay, I just. Well, I was worried for a sec.”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie moved his hand, like he was gonna rest it on Steve’s shoulder but then he aborted. Okay, that didn’t really help his case, but Steve wanted to believe him. “I know how I could’ve come across. But I’m happy for you, Steve. Um, both of you. You deserve it.” He smiled and didn’t give Steve time to respond before he bolted.

When Steve stepped outside, Eddie’s van was already gone. Will, Jon and Robin were waiting for him by his car.

“Just ‘cause you’re the boyfriend now doesn’t mean I’ll give you shotgun privileges, Byers. I hope you know that.” Robin deadpanned.

Jon put his arms up, innocently enough. “I didn’t expect you to.”

“Good.” Robin narrowed her eyes at him. “We’ll have to schedule our shovel talk, by the way.”

Will cackled while they all climbed into the car.

The ride was short, or more like it felt short. Steve didn’t even feel like time was passing with his friends making him laugh and happy.

He dropped off Jon and Will first. Jonathan gave him a peck on his cheek as a goodbye before he and Will entered their home.

Robin was awfully quiet when it was just the two of them left. She was unbuckling her seatbelt to get out when she decided to say something. “I could’ve sworn it was gonna take you longer to figure out your sexuality.” She looked at him, fondly. Steve was expecting a lot of things, but not that. “Even if I wasn’t given an exclusive, I’m happy for you, Dingus. Hope he treats you well.” She got out of the car with a salute, the dork.

What did Robin mean by all that?

This was like a whole other level of fucked up. The universe really liked to just tell Eddie “fuck you!” whenever it wanted. And this moment felt like it was up there, in the top 5.

It was one thing to have a crush on a straight friend, who was so unattainable that he didn’t even need to worry about ever bringing it up, outside of his mind. Steve was a great friend. Which just made him crush harder. It was so easy to almost, not completely, ignore it. Eddie had it all mapped out, he was gonna pine from afar until Steve got a girlfriend. Then he’d make himself get over him. He knew it wasn’t gonna be easy, but he had to. For his sanity.

Leave it to Jonathan freaking Byers, to throw that down the drain.

Eddie was well aware how bad his reaction was to the whole thing. He didn’t want Steve thinking the worst of him. He tried his best at reassuring him that he was happy for them! Even if he wasn’t at all. But at the end of the day, Eddie figured he’s still a coward. Because he ran so fast at the first opportunity he had to get out of there.

He supposed that now that Steve was taken, he still would have to get over him.

But it was so much worse now.

Steve being straight kinda softened the punch of any unrequited feelings Eddie had. He had to accept the cruel reality of Steve never even being able to return them. And he was sure he could live with that.

What he wasn’t sure he could live with is Steve liking guys, but still not liking him.

He bitterly wondered what could Jonathan possibly have that he didn’t. Which wasn’t fair at all because it wasn’t his fault that Steve would choose to date him instead of Eddie. Eddie even liked Jonathan.

This was gonna be torture. But Eddie knows that he was still gonna suffer through it. There wasn’t anything really, that could keep him away from Steve.

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greywolfheirs · 1 year

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Steddie Holidays: Secret Santa

I originally wrote this for the Fruity Four Advent run by @unclewaynemunson but I only managed to fill 4 prompts, two of which I'm publishing. This is the first of those! The idea came to mind and immediately made me laugh so I wrote it. Hope you enjoy~

Steve can’t remember whose idea it was to do a huge Secret Santa this year (definitely one of the kids) but everyone was excited about it, so he wasn’t complaining. Whatever didn’t make everyone traumatized was worth it. It’s just, well, did he have to get Nancy of all people?

Sure, he knew what to get her, but everyone still teased him about having feelings for her, and this would just be another nail in the coffin. He didn’t have feelings for her—not anymore, not when curly hair and brown eyes elicited a different face—but it would look like it if he got her something this Christmas. Besides, there was definitely something going on between her and Robin, so what better way to solve this problem than to do a simple trade with his best friend? He didn’t expect it to go as easily as it did.

“Hey, uh, do you maybe want to switch Secret Santa’s?” He asked as they pulled away from the party afterwards.

“Oh thank Christ,” she sighed, immediately pulling her slip out of her pocket and handing it over to him. “I got Johnathan, and I cannot tell you how awkward that is for me.”

Steve snorted, handing over his own paper. “I think I have an idea.”

Robin gasped when she saw the name. “No way. No way!”

“Yes way,” Steve laughed.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Robin asked, taking Steve’s hand and squeezing it.

“Not as much as you tell me you love her.”

“Shut up, dingus.” Robin’s blush was visible from the corner of Steve’s vision.

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That night, hanging out with Argyle, Johnathan, and Eddie at the Munson trailer, Steve found himself laying on the floor next to Argyle, high as a kite. He wasn’t sure what their previous conversation had been about, but they somehow got onto the topic of Secret Santa.

“It’s like, man, I love all you dudes and we’ve gone through some mad shit together, but I do not know what any of you are like on the inside,” Argyle was saying. “Like, who you are as people, yes. What material goods you enjoy? No way.”

“Hmm,” Steve said eloquently. He was watching Eddie and Johnathan walk to the kitchen and grab beers.

“Like if I’d gotten Johnathan, I know, you know? Everyone else is a big mystery.”

Steve took a moment to process those words. Eddie was saying something animatedly to Johnathan in the kitchen and his rings kept reflecting light. It was distracting. What were they talking about? Oh yeah. “I have Johnathan if you want to trade.”

“Dude, seriously?” Argyle turned his head toward Steve at this. He pulled a slip of paper from his breast pocket.

Steve nodded, reaching in his jeans for his own slip of paper and handing it over. Will, the new slip said. Steve could work with that. He slipped it back into his pocket and went back to watching Eddie’s rings.

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“Come on assholes, let’s go,” Steve yelled, bounding down the stairs of the Wheeler’s basement two days later. “You were supposed to be done half an hour ago.”

The kids, to their credit, were actually packing up, although Mike was in the corner with Lucas, whispering feverishly. They all ignored Steve, but he could tell they’d heard. Eddie, already packed up by the looks of it, bounded over, bumping Steve’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry mama hen, all your little ducklings will be ready soon,” he said.

“That’s two different birds,” Steve pointed out.

Eddie put a dramatically affronted hand to his chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were an ornithologist, Steve.”

“A what now?”

“Steve!” That was Mike, whisper-yelling at an uncomfortably close range and pulling him away from Eddie. “I need to talk to you.”

Steve made a can-you-believe-this-kid face at Eddie but allowed himself to get dragged away. They were in the same corner Mike had been in with Lucas earlier.

“Who do you have for Secret Santa?” Mike asked immediately.

Steve rolled his eyes. “The whole point is to not tell you.”

Mike huffed. “Look, there’s a reason I’m asking. You don’t have to tell me if its me, I just need to figure out who has Will.”

“Why?” Steve asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Mike said quickly, blush quickly rising on his cheeks. “Do you have Will or not.”

Steve sighed. “Yes.”

“Wait, really?” When Steve nodded, Mike asked excitedly, “Can we trade?”

Steve debated it but, well, he knew nearly everyone right? And Mike seemed so determined to get Will, he probably had a big plan. So he nodded.

“Thanks!” Mike said, with a smile Steve was rarely on the other end of. He handed a slip to Steve. Steve didn’t bring his slip, but he didn’t really need it. “I owe you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve said, covertly slipping the paper into his pocket so the others wouldn’t see. “Just make sure you get Will something nice, alright?”

Mike nodded and raced to pack up. Steve looked over to find Eddie giving him a questioning look. Steve shrugged in response.

He was parked in his driveway before he remembered to check who he’d traded Mike for. He stared at the paper a long time, making sure he wasn’t imagining the letters. Eddie, it said. Steve was glad he was alone in his car, because he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to explain the smile that crossed his lips at that moment.

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Three days later, Dustin called Steve’s house.

“Dude, please tell me you got someone I actually know for Secret Santa,” he said when Steve answered.

“What if I do?” Steve asked.

Dustin sighed heavily on the other line. “I got Argyle. The only thing that dude likes is weed, and I’m not even old enough to buy beer.”

“Mmm, yeah tough pull dude,” Steve said unsympathetically.

“Trade with me Steve! Pleeeeease?” Dustin begged.

“Gonna have to turn you down there, Dustybun,” Steve said. “You know how the rules work. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Oh, come on,” Dustin pleaded. “I know Mike’s been trading for Will, and I’m pretty sure I saw Max trade hers with Nancy the other day.”

“Well, just because other people break the rules doesn’t mean I will,” Steve said. “Get Argyle a pizza, that dude’s super chill.”

“But—”

“Nope, I’m hanging up now,” Steve interrupted, already moving the receiver away from his ear, hearing the distant yell of his name before putting it in the cradle.

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It was worth it to see the way Eddie’s eyes sparkled when he found out who his present had been from.

#steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #StrangerThingsFestiveFun

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bre-meister · 3 years

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Baby gates

Some cute fluff to start the new year off right ( Domestic Greens featuring Robin/Mike)

The Believes were very close with the Jojos (all three sets of them). Playdates between their children most often turned into the children playing in one room while whichever parents were present talked in another room.

Which, was how Robin and Mike Believe found themselves sitting in Buttercup and Butch Jojo’s kitchen sharing drinks as their boys played video games in the adjacent living room.

The conversation between them was pleasant and flowed easily. Occasionally a scream or enthused battle cry floated in from where the boys had situated themselves in front of the television - Buttercup always said that’s how they knew things were going well. With any child, especially Bruce Jojo, rambunctious noise was always welcome but silence never boded well.

Eventually, Buttercup’s attention was caught by a little figure making her way towards the oven, probably enticed by the sweet smell they were giving off.

“Butch!” she directed her husband’s attention towards their toddler.

He swooped in managing to pick her up right before her hand closed around the handle. Not for the first time, Buttercup found herself sighing in relief while wishing that their oven was a bit higher up like the one in her childhood home.

Robin also let out a breath she hadn’t been holding. It took her a moment to realize what had happened - her eyesight and general reflexes not being as fast as those of her superpowered friends. However, as soon as she saw Butch holding little Butterfly while standing near the stove well, it didn’t take the intellect of Blossom or Brick to put two and two together.

“What do you think you’re doing, baby girl?” Butch asked his daughter while playfully bouncing her on his hip.

Buttercup recognized it as a gimmick he used to easily direct their daughter’s attention away from something and on to him. She had to admit it came in handy too often with their curious girl.

Butterfly giggled, reaching out to pull on her dad’s hair.

“Dada” she giggled.

Butch blew a raspberry on her cheek as he carried her out of the kitchen, Butterfly’s cute baby squeals continuing to pervade the air as they went.

“That was close.” Mike interrupted the silence.

“Have you guys tried putting up some baby gates? They helped me and Mikey a lot with Noah when he started to get more mobile. And I know you said that Butterfly is a lot more adventurous than her brother was.”

Buttercup took a moment to consider how to respond to her friend’s suggestion. It was good advice, just not necessarily for a baby with superpowers.

“Well we used to have a few around the house - by the top of the stairs, the kitchen, ya know typical places babies shouldn’t be. Then Bruce broke two of them with his super strength. So the professor made us some super proof gates out of some special alloy or whatever that Bruce shouldn’t have been able to break.” Buttercup explained although her attention was mainly on trying to separate the sounds of Butch and her daughter than from those of Noah and Bruce.

“Shouldn’t have? Did he break them again?” Robin’s brow arched in confusion as she asked her question.

“No. He really couldn’t. And trust me, the boy tried. Unfortunately, he discovered he could just fly over them.” Butch said, returning from depositing Butterfly back on her play mat with some of her toys.

“Oh.” Mike’s tone reflected that of a normie who’d just realized that superpowers negated most of the effects of baby proofing.

Well, Buttercup had to admit that even as supers, she and her Chemical X powered family members had also been there at one point or another.

“Yeah. Little Bruce saw Butch float over one and decided that he wanted to be just like Daddy. So we kinda just gave up on them.” Buttercup’s tone was dripping with sarcasm and Butch didn’t miss the hard look that was sent his way.

“So,” she continued, still glaring at the man next to her, “we gave them to Bloss and Brick who have had a considerable more amount of success than we had with them. Maybe because Brick has a brain.” the last part was said quiet enough that only Butch would have been able to hear.

“Hey, I’ve apologized a hundred times! How was I supposed to know he would try to copy me?”

“I don’t know, maybe because he follows you around like a shadow?” Buttercup emphasized, “Especially at that point in time.”

All Butch could do was raise his hands in surrender and he pitifully offered,

“...I’m sorry?”

The apology was only met with silence.

“One hundred and one and still no success,” Butch mumbled under his breath.

“Try ice cream and chocolates, that’s what I do with Rob.” Mike leaned over closer to Buth as if he were sharing the secret to world peace.

“I did, that’s what lead to apology twenty five through thirty.”

“Oof, that bad huh?” He patted his green-eyed friend’s shoulder in support.

“Keep going Mike and you’ll have something to apologize for soon,” Robin interjected, arms coming up to fold across her chest. She was not amused.

“How about we stop by that’s Ice cream parlor you like downtown on our way home?”

“Hmm,” her tone said she wasn’t impressed but her body language conveyed the opposite.

Mike was in the clear...for now.

“Anyway, I still fail to see why we needed baby gates in the first place. Our kids are literally bulletproof! A tumble down the stairs isn’t gonna hurt ‘em! Hell, Boomer fell down a flight of stairs at least once a week when we were kids.” Butch steered the conversation back to him trying to defend himself.

“You want our kids to be like Boomer?” Buttercup deadpanned, turning in her chair to face her husband dead on.

Butch’s face screwed up in thought as he thought it over. After a few moments, he visibly deflated before admitting that Buttercup had a point.

“Touché” he ground out.

“I’m genuinely surprised you know what that means.” Mike teased.

Buttercup and Robin chimed in with their agreement. Butch simply shrugged, seemingly over his earlier point being deflected. He carried on, ignoring his friend’s usual teasing.

“Hang around Brick long enough and you pick some things up.” was his simple response.

“Sure. Although, I suppose you do make a good point - I did get into a fair amount of...scuffles at a young age.”

The aptly names toughest fighter, sat back as she thought over several of her more brutal battles when she was merely the age of five. Bruises, cuts, and burns didn’t mean that much when the ‘X in her veins had them healed within minutes. Although, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to keep her kids away from the pain that was still associated with those types of things.

“ And you certainly turned out well,” Butch reached out until he could touch Buttercup.

Wrapping his hand around her wrist he pulled until she, a little reluctantly moved. Now that she was sitting in his lap as he wanted, he continued,

“The most beautiful ray of sunshine in the whole world and I’m lucky enough to call her mine.”

“Aww.” Robin’s reaction to the green’s antics was much sweeter than her husband’s barely constrained,

“Yuck.”

“Was that apology one o two?” Buttercup asked, trying and failing to contain her smile.

“Did it work?” Butch’s face was hopeful as he awaited his verdict.

“Hmm...I suppose you’re forgiven. Now, get your slimy, snail self off me ya big lug, we still have company,” Buttercup tried to get up but was held down in Butch’s grip for a bit longer.

“I haven’t gotten my ‘you’ve been forgiven but don’t do it again’ kiss yet.”

Butch stuck his face up, comically nuzzling her cheek with his nose and making juvenile kissy noises. Buttercup laughed but still indulged her husband. Their lips met in a cute, chaste kiss that Butch would be the first to admit he’d wished lasted just a bit longer. But, he supposed that wasn’t something he wanted to start considering he was in no position to finish it - kids and company and all that.

“How many times has this kind of stuff happened that you have a name for it?” Mike inquired, a little confused.

“...too many” Buttercup supplied flatly, no longer trying to wiggle out of her husband’s arms and instead, settling in with her back to his chest.

Their friends didn’t seem to mind as they laughed. Eventually, Buttercup joined in. To anyone on the outside, Butch would have seemed annoyed as he mumbled incoherently as the three continued to laugh at his expense but those that truly knew him would have noticed the small smile as it inched up his face. A clear indication that he was enjoying himself, here amongst his friends even if he was the but of the joke. And for ruining a baby gate of all things!

Meh, he thought, they were annoying anyway. This is much more fun.

#PPG #ppg greens #ppg fanfic #ppg buttercup #ppg butch #robin/mike #My writing #cute domestic fluff

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argylemikewheeler · 5 years

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I mean it's not even a prompt if you don't want it to be. But let's take that possibility/AU that Will could actually befriend Robin and realize some Stuff. And actually create some badass friendship just like Steve and Dustin did ;; I need some good friendship for my boy

Will found out during a slow day at Scoops Ahoy. Steve had to run an errand with Dustin and left Robin bored out of her mind in the shop, and it just happened to be Will that really wanted a vanilla sundae at one in the afternoon. He sat on the counter as she rearranged the ice cream tubs to her liking. They didn’t really have a whole lot in common– except that they were tired of all their friends dating.

Apparently, if Will was paying attention correctly, Sandra was dating Miranda’s ex boyfriend, who had apparently had a brother that was now dating Caroline but really wanted to be with Louise, Sandra’s cousin. It sounded super annoying when Will began to factor in high school dances and drama. He wanted to buy Robin ice cream– or at least new friends.

Robin expressed the same sentiment directly when Will talked about why he was at the mall alone. She even placed four dollars and nine cents in change on the table and began pointing at other people walking by. Not only did Will say he couldn’t just replace the Party, Robin was beginning to point at girls. Not that Will didn’t want to be friends with girls it was just, in that moment, Will needed the confidence he could still be friends with other boys. He wasn’t a plague.

“What’s wrong with her! She’s cute!” Robin said, nodding toward a redhead on the other side of the shop.

“She’s nineteen.” Will said, looking at her. “I’m fourteen, Robin.”

“Right. She’s still cute though, right?”

“I mean, I guess…” Will muttered.

“What do you mean you guess?” She laughed. She poked Will’s whipped cream and dabbed it on his nose. “She used to be the captain of the debate team at school– and she’s not a bitch!”

“She’s… pretty, I guess.” Will placed a heavy spoonful of fudge in his mouth, hoping he’d push off talking for a while.

“Why are you saying this like it’s a guess, Will. Don’t you have opinions on stuff? It’s okay to say a girl is cute, you know.”

“I know it’s okay to say a girl is cute! That’s kind of my problem.” Will grumbled, spitting a bit of fudge on his lip.

Robin handed him a napkin slowly, narrowing her eyes. Will tried not to bend under her stare, looking down at his ice cream. He began sweating, sure his hands were melting his sundae prematurely.

“I just don’t think girls are… cute.” Will muttered, slowly wiping his mouth.

Robin blinked at him, her lips lifting in a glowing smile. “Well I do.”

“Y-You do?”

“I really do.” She nodded, patting his leg. “Very cute.”

“Oh.”

Will finished his ice cream in silence, occasionally looking over at Robin. Will didn’t want to stare but he’d never met another gay person before– especially someone older, especially someone out. There was nothing different about her than when they met, but every moment, every simple movement was one Will was able to look at and know: that ice cream tub was moved by a gay person. Everything in that shop was being completed and kept running by a gay person. There was a wonderfully kind and intelligent gay woman in front of him, smiling and scooping ice cream and earning money and– for some reason– studying Russian. There were no caveats to her existence. She did everything without any obstacle, even if it was the simple things. Will had never seen it done.

Everything was the same, and that was so different than what Will thought being out would look like.

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In the coming week, Will had the craving for ice cream a whole lot more. He’d pop by Scoops with his money gripped tightly in his hands, nervously asking for whatever flavor she thought he’d like.

“How am I supposed to know what you like, kid? Isn’t that your job?” She’d always say.

“I don’t know yet.” Will would answer, placing his change into the tip jar.

Will would sit in the back room, eating his single scoop slowly, trying to muster the courage to ask Robin questions– any question– to see what her life was like.

One day, while eating a scoop of butterscotch, Will caught her while she was washing her hands in the back.

“Hey, Robin?”

“Hey, kid. What’s up? Enjoying your flavor today?”

“Yeah. It’s alright.” Will shrugged.

“It’s our best seller. Lot of people like it.” She said, puling the other chair out. “But, I mean, if you hate it. Just say so.”

“I just don’t know.” Will sighed. “I’ve just… I don’t know. I’ve spent so much time eating vanilla ice cream– it was my first flavor– but I can’t tell if it’s my favorite because of… like, exposure or if I really like like it.��

“Okay. Well, what makes you say that?” Robin took her hat off and folded in between them. “Why can’t you like vanilla?”

“It’s not just only vanilla. It’s like, vanilla bean. That certain kind.” Will said, twirling his spoon. “But everyone says I should really try chocolate! But, I don’t want to! But how do I know if I never–”

“I’ve never liked vanilla.” Robin said swiftly, folding her hands on the table. “I’ve refused to try vanilla since I was nine years old.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But, for the longest time too, I thought I was allergic to chocolate.” she said.

“Then what’s left?” Will asked.

“Letting yourself starve.” She sighed and bit tapped her thumbs against the table top quietly. “I thought I would just watch everyone enjoy ice cream for the rest of their lives– vanilla, chocolate, peanut butter–”

“Peanut butter?” Will echoed, eyebrows furrowing.

“They’re out there. Just as cool as vanilla and chocolate. Probably hell of a lot cooler, actually.” Robin laughed. “But, I thought I’d watch all my friends, all my enemies, enjoy desserts while I’d be forced to watch. And starve. All because I refused to like vanilla.”

“You never felt like you had to?” Will asked, taking her hat to twist in his hands. “Not once?”

“Sure, I felt like I should’ve been seen with a cone of vanilla a few times when I was starting high school but–”

“No, I mean, have you ever felt like you had to at least try it before you said you hated it? I mean, how can I sit with all my friends eating chocolate and have vanilla– they’ll just say they’ve never seen me try it and–”

“Are you trying to make your friends happy, or yourself?” Robin asked, lifting her eyebrows. “Because it sounds like you just want to make sure you can sit at the little snack table with all your friends.”

“T-That’s not true.” Will found it hard to believe someone had figured him out that quickly. Then again, if anyone was going to be able to spot his uh, dessert preference, it’d probably be Robin. “I’m just, trying to make sure I’m not making a mistake.”

“Why would it be a mistake? You like vanilla, right? You’ve thought about it and you really like vanilla?”

“Yeah.” Will nodded slowly. It was the first affirmative opinion Will had ever given Robin, given anyone, about what he liked. Even if it was disguised in ice cream. “Vanilla bean is my favorite. I like it the most.”

“Who’s vanilla bean?” Robin quirked an eyebrow and started grinning. “You already have a scoop picked out! Why didn’t you lead with that? That’s exciting!”

“Hey! What are you two talking about in there?” Steve said, suddenly sliding the window back. “I mean, vanilla? Chocolate? It’s ice cream guys. What could you possibly be discussing?”

“Boys. What do you think, dingus?” She sighed, rolling her eyes. It was the truth, but Steve held his hands up in surrender, turning back toward the counter. “It’s just ice cream.”

“Alright, sorry I asked.” Steve muttered. “All your hours have gone to your head, Robin. I swear.”

Will waited until Steve was serving a new customer before he spoke again. Steve seemed to be too distracted and a bit too stupid to crack their code, but anything was possible. Will had accidentally found another gay person in Hawkins while just trying to avoid hanging out with Mike– not that he didn’t want to hang out with him, he had just had enough heartbreak for one day and wanted to maybe try smiling that afternoon.

“I’ve never felt like this… about any… uh, thing before and I’m afraid that I just really like vanilla bean but am, indifferent to vanilla.” Will said, rubbing the back of his neck. It was just nerves that time.

“Do you think that?” Robin reached over to grab Will’s other hand.

“Well, no, but I know someone’s going to say it and–”

“If you don’t think so, then no. You really do like vanilla, Will.” she squeezed his hand tightly. “Is that okay? If you really do like vanilla?”

Will took a deep breath and looked at the woman in front of him: timid but brave, concealed but forward, happy and gay. Will’s feelings weren’t just a fluke, a phase he could force himself to get over. All Will’s confusing and frustrating feelings were real– and he had someone who understood him. He wasn’t a plague and he wasn’t crazy. At least not alone.

He cracked a smile. “Hey, Robin.”

“Yeah, kid. What?” She seemed to already know, her smile curling her lips in.

“I’m gay.” Will said, laughing. “I really think I am.”

“Welcome aboard, sailor.” Robin cheered, patting his hand excitedly. “We’re so happy to have you. Really. It’s not an easy boat to get on at first, but it’s going to be so much easier for you. I promise, it’s gonna get so much better– a tiny bit worse when you hit like, seventeen maybe, but you won’t be alone. You’ll have us.”

“You mean… you and Steve?” Will said incredulously. “Steve?”

“He’s supportive.” Robin said, pushing her chair back. “We don’t have to tell him, but if you just need someone in your corner, Steve’s just about your biggest fan.”

“Oh. Good to know.”

It was comforting to know Will would always have a fall back in case someone– or everyone– decided to abandon him after he came out. Will didn’t know Robin’s story or the rest of her life, but even if she was all alone after her own familial betrayal, she was still able to smile and laugh and live– even if there was pain Will didn’t see. She was able to stay strong and offer help to others. She wasn’t defeated or bitter. She was hope.

“But, hey. Don’t sit around and sulk with me all day. Go have fun, kid, alright?” Robin grabbed both his hands and pulled him up from his chair. “Go catch a movie or something. Have a good, fun, youthful day and I’ll see you around, alright?”

“Thank you, Robin.” Will said earnestly. “Thanks.”

“Hey, it’s what friends are for, right?” She placed a hand on his back, guiding him to the exit, but Will took it as an involuntary invite. He hugged her quickly, squeezing her sides and grinning against her shoulder, before taking off.

Will Byers had a gay friend.

—

Will came back the following day, excited to come racing up to the Scoops counter. He was supposed to be meeting up with the Party, but in those few moments before, Will knew he wouldn’t be alone either. He had other friends.

“Hey Robin!” Will waved, once he was in earshot of the counter.

“Ahoy, sailor!” She jumped up and waved. As she landed, she began quickly scooping and getting Will’s ice cream.

Will weaved through the tables and chairs to arrive at the shop. He placed his money on the counter and tried to crane his neck to see what Robin was making him. She kept turning and blocking his view, laughing quietly to herself.

“What are you getting, Will?” Steve asked, stepping up behind the register. “What route did you take today on this… for the love of God… ocean of flavor today?”

“Uh, I don’t know.” Will said, pointing to Robin. “Ask her.”

She held up one finger and quickly reached under the counter for one last ingredient. Robin finally turned around and placed the long glass dish down on the counter, sliding it forward. She was proud and absolutely beaming.

“All aboard the USS Butterscotch,” she saluted. “made entire out of vanilla ice cream.”

“Isn’t the USS Butterscotch supposed to be made out of, uh, butterscotch.” Steve said, turning to Robin with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yeah, dingus. But Will likes vanilla. We’ve been over this. When you were eavesdropping.”

“Actually, Robin… I hate vanilla ice cream.” Will whispered, sliding the money to Steve. Steve looked between the two of them with furrowed eyebrows, muttering to himself.

“WHAT! But you said–”

“Oh sick sundae, Will!” Mike said loudly, walking up behind Will. Lucas and Dustin were still no where to be seen. “Wait, is that all vanilla? Oh, can I try some?” Mike looked at Robin as she handed him an extra spoon slowly. He mistook her hesitance for confusion rather than inquisitiveness. “I just really love vanilla.”

“Well well well.” She said, looking at Will with a smothered grin. Will tried to hide his blush with a faux itch on his cheek. “We’ve found our vanilla bean, Captain. Great flavor– seems like it’d be sour, but I guess it’s pretty sweet.”

“What are you two talking about?” Mike said, his mouth full of ice cream and waffle cone. Steve shrugged to Mike and handed Will his change.

“You.” Will said, tapping the side of the bowl. “W-White and freckled… Like you. Y-You look like your ice cream.”

“Heeey! I do!” Mike laughed, lifting the boat up and holding it by his face. “I never noticed.”

“I-I just did.” Will lied, biting the inside of his cheek. “Never noticed you– noticed that before… Do you want to split it with me. That’s too much ice cream for me.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I do!” Mike nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Vanilla and you? Probably the best combo.”

Mike was busy looking at his hands, licking the bit of whipped cream off his thumb, but Robin easily caught the change in Will’s expression. His mouth fell open slightly and his hands fumbled with the coins still trying to go into his pocket. Will was part of a combination. He was a desired add on rather than just something stuck on in a reluctant after-thought. He was something Mike loved just as much as vanilla ice cream. Will could one day be the vanilla ice cream.

It was a far-fetched dream, but there was at least one other person who would support it. Will never had to dream alone anymore. His fantasies didn’t have to be painful or lonely. They weren’t punishments. He could now sit with ice cream and a new friend a talk about boys– like a regular sleepover, except one half of the duo got paid minimum wage, while both got to be exactly who they were. No restrictions.

“Well, we’ve got a captain and a first mate!” Robin clapped her hands together with a grin. “You’re all ready to set sail, fellas. Enjoy! Welcome aboard, Mike.”

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#st3 fics #st3 fix it #will byers is gay #prompts #49thpersona #robin and will #they need a duo name #rn it's just #the gayng #i love this one a lot omg robin and will being best gay friends and talking in code????#big big big gay hawkins energy

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the prodigal sister. eight.

pairing: familial byers fam x reader, romantic paring tbd

word count: 4.7k

summary: y/n is the middle sibling of the byers brothers. she’s just ten months younger than jonathan, making the pair “irish twins”. except when her father and mother got divorced, lonnie got custody of y/n and took her away from the rest of the family.

notes: welcome to chapter eight, where we get a the reader’s birthday. originally i was gonna include the party in here too, but it got to a point where i figured the party would work better as it’s own chapter. this chapter if filled with it’s own events such as a fun dinner, cute friendship, midnight meetings, and an surprise guest.

warning: vague mentions and allusions to emotional abuse.

other chapters: masterlist

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The morning of Y/N’s birthday was filled with the kind of feeling she’d always wanted. She woke up to her door being opened and her family coming into her room, singing happy birthday to you at the top of their lungs with breakfast and a wrapped present in their arms. It was so simple and such a family thing that her heart burst with joy. She was too happy to be annoyed that they’d woken her up twenty minutes sooner than she normally would have been awake on a normal school morning.

Joyce and her brothers all sat down as best they could fit together all four of them on Y/N’s bed, all smiles and laughter as they all shared in the breakfast on the tray. The wrapped box contained a new dress in her favorite color that she’d pointed out when they’d gone shopping in downtown Hawkins the other week. It was “for a special occasion”, Joyce had said.

Which Y/N knew meant dinner on Saturday night since Joyce wasn’t working, and it was the cover for the surprise party they were throwing her.

Thankfully, Y/N acted none the wiser to the party, which Jonathan was grateful for. He and Joyce had worked hard on the party, and even though he knew that Y/N knew, he didn’t want Joyce to figure out the surprise wasn’t actually going to be a surprise.

The rest of the day was a normal day at school. It was Friday, and most people were either talking about their Valentine’s dates, the dance that night, or the party Tina was throwing Saturday night. Of course, a couple of people noticed Y/N that day, as thanks to her locker being decorated with streamers and a note that said happy birthday as she’d been greeted that morning with a waiting friend group by her locker, and a surprise batch of cupcakes which she was told would be for lunch.

It really was, without a doubt, the best birthday Y/N had had in years.

At the end of the school day, the whole group of teens had piled into the Wheeler car for Nancy to take them back to the Byers house. With Steve, Y/N, and Robin in the backseat, picking up Mike and Will from the middle school meant the younger teens were going to be sitting in the trunk on the way back. They were all planning on hanging out that night to celebrate Y/N’s birthday, everyone planned on spending the night. Y/N knew that if Steve hadn’t been invited over for the last minute slumber party that Nancy would have snuck out of her room in the middle of the night to go spend time with Jonathan, even if she hadn’t made that kind of a comment out loud. She figured the pair would still sneak off at some point during the night.

They listened the latest tunes on the radio loudly, everyone either singing along or shouting over the music to hold up a conversation. The two kids in the back were in their own world, as were Jonathan and Nancy in the front of the car. It was a chaotic feeling, with the blasting music and all the voices, it should have been too much. But, even though it was loud, and Y/N could barely even hear her own thoughts, let alone the conversation she was trying to have with Robin about their drama class, it was filled with happy energy that was comforting. It wasn’t like the dormitory where the music would blast and all Y/N wanted to do was escape to the quiet. It was just the right amount of chaotic.

“Hey who’s car is that in your drive?”

Y/N, Will, and Jonathan’s heads all shot up and looked up at the car parked in the driveway. It wasn’t their mother’s car, that much was obvious.

“Are we expecting someone?” Will asked, leaning his head over the seat to look at his siblings with raised eyebrows. He didn’t recognize the car at all, and he couldn’t think of anyone who would be over at the house without anyone else home.

Nancy pulled the car into the driveway, off to one side, and then the other car’s door opened.

“Dad?!” the Byers kids all gasped together, looking between themselves with a confused glance. It didn’t help that the rest of the car was looking at the siblings confused as well.

Y/N shook her head, this was not happening. She shooed Steve, nudging him to push him out of the car quicker than he was. He got out of the car, and held the door open for Y/N to get out as well.

“Are you okay?” he asked her quietly, so that no one else heard him ask, when she was pulling her bag out of the car.

Y/N slightly shook her head. It was a subtle motion and didn’t look like she was shaking her head to anyone else, but the way her eyes spoke to Steve he knew something was wrong.

And there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Y/N gave Steve a tight lipped smile as she hiked her backpack up onto one of her shoulders and walked around the car. By this point everyone else had gotten out of the car as well, and they were all looking at the man leaning on the door of his car. No one was saying anything, and the non siblings all took a step back and waited awkwardly.

What the hell were any of them supposed to do?

It wasn’t like Lonnie Byers was some sort of demon, he wasn’t any of the creatures ( or people ) the group had faced before. But there was something that they all felt in the atmosphere, and it had the group of four looking worriedly at each other and back at the other four.

Y/N and Will stood next to each other, Jonathan a step or two in front of them and blocking them from their father protectively. Lonnie had yet to move or say anything, which only made the three siblings worry more about it all. Y/N had a hand on Will’s shoulder, half stepping in front of him and closer to Jonathan as she looked at her father.

“What are you doing here?”

Either Y/N’s voice sounded much more confident than she thought it did, or the street was quieter than expected and her voice just carried.

Lonnie moved slowly, kicking himself off of his car and looking at his daughter, decidedly ignoring the two boys at her side ( and definitely paying no mind to the group of other kids standing at the end of the driveway ). “Can’t a loving father just drop by to wish his daughter a happy birthday?” He shrugged his shoulders and looked at Y/N pointedly, raising his eyebrows at her.

“You couldn’t even be bothered to send me a card for my last birthday.” She replied, shaking her head.

“I told you, it was just lost in the mail.”

“You never remembered my birthday, don’t bullshit me dad.”

Lonnie took a step forward and pointed at her chest as he glared, “That is no way to speak to your father!”

Jonathan took a step in front of Y/N specifically, looking at his father. Everything fell silent as the threatening tone Lonnie used hung in the air.

It wasn’t like it was a secret that Lonnie Byers was a shitty parent. He didn’t care much about anything other than himself. The only thing he’d seemed to care about, for the longest time, was his high school sweetheart Joyce. But even that wasn’t enough to change his ways. Lonnie was rude and controlling and always took things too far ( see: having his eldest son go hunting and kill a rabbit at the age of ten even though Jonathan had no interest in that ).

Y/N probably got everything the worst, since she’d been with him since the divorce. While she always knew that Lonnie’s behavior was wrong it was hard to find anything good in her father. She spent years wanting to go home to Hawkins, years wanting to be with her siblings and her mother. She spent years wishing that her father was a different man. She knew now that the only reason Lonnie had fought hard to get custody of her had been as a screw you to Joyce.

But she wasn’t ready to talk about any of that, and just being around him still--knowing what she knew now and having been away from him both at boarding school and now being home with her family and people who were genuine--it made her jaw clench and she bit the inside of her cheek tightly.

Y/N wanted to run off from the spot, but her feet kept her grounded to the driveway as she stared down her father.

“Just go.” Y/N said softly, nudging Jonathan to the side to step forward as she looked at her father. “Just go. Go home. We--I don’t want you here.” her voice was quiet, and her hands down at her sides were shaking. She’d never stood up to her father like this before, never outright told him to leave. But it was the only way, since she knew that he wouldn’t listen to anything her brothers said. It had to be her. “Go.” Y/N was losing her nerve, her voice cracking as she added in, “Please.”

Lonnie wasn’t the kind of person to back down from an argument, even if the person he was arguing with was no more than a teenager ( and his own child on top of that ), but he could tell that he was outnumbered. He glanced over at his son Jonathan who he always thought was a soft kid, who was now glaring daggers at Lonnie with his fists clenched and ready for a fight. He looked behind his kids and saw the group of other teens looking on, and he could tell it wasn’t the right time.

“This conversation isn’t over.” he said, rubbing his chin. “I have more to say, kid.” Lonnie turned around and got back in his car, speeding out of the driveway without another word.

It took Y/N no longer hearing the screeching of tires on asphalt to breathe again, the taste of copper in her mouth--she must have bit too hard on her cheek. She closed her eyes and took in a couple of deep breaths as she relaxed her posture once more. Her brothers came from either side of her and pulled her in for a hug, rubbing her back with soothing motions.

And the siblings just stood there in the driveway for a couple of moments, each needing to calm down. Jonathan was trying to work himself down from the anger that he’d felt for his sister, all he’d felt was the urge to protect her from their father. Will wasn’t sure if he was more curious or angry, since he didn’t have many memories of his father at all because the divorce had happened when he was young.

Their friends looked at the sight, keeping themselves back as to not interrupt the moment.

No one spoke.

You could hear the rustling of the wind in the trees from behind their house and the echoing of the cars driving down the street farther down the road.

Then, Jonathan pulled back and took Y/N’s hand, nodding his head at her and she took in another breath and nodded back at him. Jonathan led his siblings to the house, unlocking the front door and letting them in first before calling for the rest of the group to follow behind them.

And, even if none of their friends had been talking, it had been collectively decided they wouldn’t bring up the arrival of Lonnie Byers and instead focus on making the Byers siblings forget that ever happened.

The siblings also decided their own thing: they would not be telling Joyce about their dad showing up, at least until after the party on Saturday. They didn’t want to ruin the celebration any more than it had already felt tainted.

A couple of hours later the group was sitting down on the floor in the Byers living room playing a board game and the stereo was on behind them. No one had even thought of the person who showed up and almost ruined Y/N’s birthday.

Joyce was still at work at Melvald’s, so she’d left the kids money to order pizza for dinner. Which had been the plan, until Robin said they should go out and celebrate the day. Everyone agreed, because it was a good way to end the night. They all decided to go to the retro diner downtown where everything felt like they were on the set of Happy Days with the big juke box in the corner and the servers ran around in fifties era uniforms. It was a little farther, kind of on the other edge of town, but it had the best pies you could imagine.

The group piled into a corner booth with Y/N in the middle. They even made a big deal of telling everyone that it was Y/N’s birthday, which led to a rendition of Happy Birthday sung by the waitstaff to the juke box playing Elvis Presley’s Hound Dog. They’d placed a piece of Y/N’s favorite cake in front of her, candle in it and all, which she blew out happily to the cheers of the rest of the people in the diner who’s attention had been brought over by the birthday celebration.

As everyone dug into their own slices of pie, Y/N looked around at the table and smiled. She stuck her fork into the pie and took a slice, “You know,” she paused to take her bite before nodding and continuing, “I know this isn’t the party we’re having tomorrow night, but this is really the best birthday I’ve had in a long time. You guys are the best.” She couldn’t look anyone in the eyes when she said it, the flush of heat from her own admission covered her cheeks.

"We’re glad you’re here to celebrate with us, Y/N.” Nancy said, reaching her hand across the table to take Y/N’s with a kind smile.

“Yeah, all of us are.” Jonathan nodded, smiling at his sister.

“I’m really glad I’ve got you guys.” Y/N said, looking up and looking at everyone she was at the table with. It wasn’t everyone she was grateful for ( for which they’d need a much bigger table ) but it was a lot of them. Her siblings, new friends.

“Okay, before this gets all sappy.” Robin clapped from Y/N’s side and nudged her friend’s arm with her elbow as she leaned up and she held up the milkshake she’d been sipping on. “I’d like to cheers to my new best friend. She’s only been here a couple of weeks but we’re already like this,” she held up her other hand with crossed fingers and laughed when Y/N did the same thing. “See? We’re in sync. So as her very best friend, I’d like to say thank you for being you and letting us celebrate your birthday today and at the surprise party tomorrow night. Which, by the way, you will totally rock acting surprised because of our drama class.” The way Robin looked at Y/N as she said that made her laugh hard, and so did the rest of the table.

“Let’s hope she I sell it.” Y/N commented as she laughed.

“I know it.” Robin winked at Y/N before turning her attention elsewhere. “Anyway, cheers to Y/N.”

“Hear hear!”

Later everyone was getting ready for bed, even if no one was planning on going to bed right then ( except maybe Joyce, she was exhausted after her shift ). Joyce sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea as she listened to the kids running around the house and talking to each other with a smile. She loved having everyone in her house, even if she somewhat worried about something happening she could put those thoughts to the side for a couple of hours as she listened to her kids chatting with their friends. She was just grateful that all of her kids were under one roof and that everything was okay.

Everyone was okay.

“I’m going to bed, don’t make a mess of the house kids.” Joyce called out, washing her mug in the sink before making her way to each kids door to individually tell them all goodnight, tell them she loved them, and to tell them “not to stay up too late” even if she knew they would ignore that bit. It was one of the things that Y/N really found comforting about being home.

Y/N left her room and went to Jonathan’s knocking on the door before opening it a peak. She knew their mother had just been in, but she still called out, “I’m coming in!” before she actually stepped into the room just in case. Jonathan and Steve had been sitting on the floor looking at something, but both of them pushed what it was away before Y/N could get a look at whatever it was. “Okay weirdos.” she chuckled, shaking her head.

“What’s up, Y/N/N?” Jonathan asked, crossing his arms and acting casual ( which was weird, since he wasn’t really a too casual person ). But he and Steve had just been working on looking at pictures from when he and Y/N both were kids and a couple from now to put up for the party tomorrow, and he didn’t want to have to ruin that like the party had been ruined.

“Okay, so my,” Y/N paused and closed the door before lowering her voice once more to make sure that if her mother was still walking around she wouldn’t hear her talking, “party is tomorrow. I may have forgotten to mention something to you guys.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, making a face as she looked at her brother shyly and almost worried.

“What?” Jonathan asked, relaxing.

“I kind of invited Billy.” Before either of the boys could react ( even if they did both immediately go to speak ) she held out her arms and looked at them. “He’s still my friend, and he didn’t say if he’d show, but I figured I’d let you guys know and then you can spread the word to everyone else. Make sure that everyone knows he might show up?” Y/N rocked back and forth on her heels and licked her lips. “I’m sorry, I know you guys don’t really like him. But it is my party, and he’s my friend.”

Jonathan had wanted to argue with that, but he knew that Y/N was right. Billy was her friend, even if no one could quite understand how that happened, and they should have thought to invite him. So her brother nodded his head, “We’ll let them know. You’re right.”

“Thank you.” Y/N relaxed, stopping her motions and smiled at her brother. “Night dork, Steve.”

“Night dork.” Jonathan called back to her as she left the room.

“Night Y/N.”

Y/N went back into her room and settled into her bed as she looked at her friends. It had been decided that the three of them could not fit onto her bed together, without one of them being knocked to the floor in the middle of the night ( though it had been fun when they got into the bed and tried to squeeze the three of them into it ). And since they only had one sleeping bag, it was decided that Nancy would take the floor in the sleeping bag.

Robin had put it best when she said, “You think once we’re asleep you’re not sneaking out to see Jonathan. So take the sleeping bag and give me the comfy bed.”

Nancy had rolled her eyes, but when Y/N burst out laughing alongside Robin and called out a, “You know it’s true.” Nancy had eventually given up, agreed, and laughed with them.

In the middle of the night Y/N got out of bed, even if she had to do so quietly and sneakily as to attempt not to wake up Robin beside her. She stood up and stretched from sleeping, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room and realized that Nancy was most definitely not in the sleeping bag on the floor.

Y/N left her room in search of a glass of water, hoping that Nancy and Jonathan hadn’t gone for a walk or something. It was too late, and even if nothing had happened in the town since November according to everyone, since she had only just heard about it all she was nervous about what could happen.

Y/N had filled up a glass of water in the sink and gone into the living room, sitting down on the edge of the couch without really looking only to be greeted by something moving under her as she sat down causing her to jump up back to her feet, spilling water all over herself and whatever was on the couch to flip up at the motion, groaning and turning to flip on the light on the couch.

“Steve?!” Y/N whispered loudly, keeping her voice down because she didn’t want to wake anybody else up in the house.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Why am I wet?” Steve mumbled, looking down at his water covered shirt and shaking it out.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you. Why are you sleeping on the couch?” Y/N asked, putting the now empty glass down on the coffee table before taking a seat in the now cleared space on the couch as she looked at him.

“Nancy.” Steve mumbled, still holding the shirt away from his body as it was not only wet but also cold too and he didn’t know what to do about it.

Y/N nodded her head and pressed her lips into a line, “Explains why she wasn’t in my room when I woke up just now.” she hummed, shaking her head. “Sorry you have to sleep on the couch. But it is pretty comfortable, take it from someone who slept on it for a week and a half.”

Steve raised his eyebrows at Y/N, “You slept on the couch for that long?”

“Yeah, my father didn’t ship any of my stuff for a while and then we had to wait for a mattress too.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

Y/N waved her hand, “It’s not a big deal, anyway.”

Steve turned to look at her and thought for a moment, letting the silence fill the space between them. He didn’t know if it was the right thing to say, or the right moment to say it, but it had been on his mind since the afternoon and now that they were alone he just felt like he should get it out there, “I’m sorry about your dad.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows at him, shifting on the couch to face him. “Why? It’s not your fault he’s a shitbag. That’s his own fault.”

Steve nodded his head. While his dad wasn’t the best guy, at least he spent most of his time away and at work so Steve only had his mother at home most days and he happened to like his mother. He couldn’t imagine having to deal with the man he’d seen that afternoon for longer than what he’d seen--and he hadn’t even been the one to talk to him. “It’s still not right.”

Y/N snorted quietly as she shook her head, “Yeah, well, life isn’t always right. My kid brother and you guys have fought literal monsters. Like out of another dimension or something beings, I think I could handle Lonnie Byers.”

Steve nodded his head, leaning back on the couch and relaxing into the seat as he spoke, “Yeah, the monsters are unreal. You know, Dustin kept one of them after El killed it? We had to give it back to the, uh, government scientist guy when everything was over. I think Dustin was bummed because he wanted to see what the fuck that thing actually was. If you ask me, I’m glad it’s not sitting in the freezer anymore.”

Sometimes it shocked Y/N how easily they could all bring up these kinds of moments without thinking of it more than oh it’s just what happened to us because she hadn’t even been there and she felt the full weight of it all on her shoulders as if she had dealt with it first hand.

Steve was surprised when she didn’t say anything and he put a hand on her shoulder, prompting Y/N to look at him. Seeing she looked upset, Steve worried and whispered, “Did I say something wrong?”

Y/N shook her head, putting her hand on the arm that he’d reached over to her as she leaned back on the couch. “No, I just, it sounds stupid.”

“I’m sure it’s not stupid, Y/N.”

“No, it is.” Y/N nodded, sighing as she looked at Steve before finishing her thought, “I didn’t even live through it but when you guys mention everything it just scares me and I can’t believe you all went through that. I wasn’t there for Will or Jonathan. I should have been here.” She sniffed, blinking her eyes hard as she didn’t want to cry. “But you’re the one who lived through it and you’re talking about it and I’m having nightmares because if something happens, I don’t think there’s anything I’d be able to do to help.”

As she spoke, Steve had pulled her into his arms as she began to sniffle and he felt like she was going to cry. She rested her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her and she around him. He shook his head, “I have nightmares.” he didn’t wait for her to speak and ask about them, but he did feel her gaze turn back to look at him as he continued speaking softly. “The first couple of nights after everything happened I was a mess and wasn’t sleeping because I’d see one of those things every time I closed my eyes. And I worry about something coming back all the time, I think we all do, but I think that it’s better for us to talk about it like that because it’s some fucked up shit.” Y/N snorted at his phrasing. “No, seriously. It’s seriously fucked up. Like we had real life monsters trying to kill us, and all of us were hurt. But if we avoid talking about it, or only talk about it as if it’s going to happen again, I think we’d all be freaking out constantly.”

Y/N looked up at Steve when he was speaking and she blinked when he finished. “Really, I feel like I should be comforting you now.” she giggled softly, mostly into the sleeve of his shirt.

“No one’s comforting anybody. I’m just hugging the birthday girl.”

“My birthday ended a couple of hours ago, Steve.”

“Are we throwing you a party tonight or not?”

“You are.”

“Then it’s still your birthday by default.”

They spent a while talking back and forth, both of them distracting each other from what they had dealt with and getting their minds ready for the party that day. Neither of them expected to fall asleep on the couch, tangled in each other’s arms.

Thankfully Nancy had seen this and come out to get Y/N to go back into her room before Joyce woke up too, but not before she stole Jonathan’s polaroid camera and snapped a picture of the pair of them, leaving it to develop on Jonathan’s desk.

Steve woke up a few minutes after Y/N and Nancy were back in Y/N’s room, mostly from missing the warmth that he’d had before, but he shrugged and just rolled over and curled back to sleep on the couch.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #byers!reader #the prodigal sister #abuse tw #abuse mention tw #emotional abuse tw

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summary: richie is desperate to win best couple costume at derry high’s halloween dance, and who better to go matching with than stanley uris.

warnings: um kissing, slightly sexual talk or notions??

read on ao3 here!

got messed up during posting sorry for any mistakes!!

it’s the derry high annual halloween dance and almost all of the school is there, usually everyone would be at the party at sally mueller’s house, but this year they put a curfew on halloween and they were strict. apparently there have been some threats of violence this halloween so cops are driving up and down the streets to catch anyone violating this curfew, and the only way to have a semblance of fun and not break the curfew was going to the school dance.

richie and his friends had never gone before, they usually stayed at bill’s and rented some scary movies, but this year they decided to go. it was mainly because bill’s parents had a party to go to themselves and they were afraid to leave the kids alone with these threats. they were all either seventeen or eighteen but the denbrough’s still saw them as children, and probably would until they graduated high school.

that was how they found themselves in this situation, scrambling for costumes to wear to the dance, and richie begging “someone please go matching with me!”

they all looked at him and shook their heads, knowing whatever richie wanted to wear would not be good for them.

“come on guys, they have a couples contest and i really want to win. please, please, please.” he got on his knees as they all hung out one day, his hands seemingly ready to pray as he begged his group.

“sorry richie, i already have a superman costume.” mike responded first, and richie almost offered to be lois lane until he realized that was already taken by the resident red head of the group.

“eddie and i are going to be batman and robin.” bill spoke next, leaving ben and stan for his two options to match with.

“i’m going as an olympic track player, which i don’t think would make much of a matching costume.” there goes ben, always representing the track team he was so proud to be apart of.

“stan, please tell me you don’t have anything.” richie turned, still on his knees, feeling the sting of the gravel rubbing into his knees as he made eye contact with stanley. “you’re my best friend, my love, the one person i want to match with. please, stan, do this for me and i’ll do anything for you.”

stan rolled his eyes in typical stan fashion, and put his hand out. “stand up, seeing you begging on your knees was fun at first but now it’s just pathetic.”

richie took his hand to help himself up, and wiped the pebbles that rammed their way into his knee. “are you sure it’s not cuz if you keep seeing me on my knees like that you’ll get hard?” there is richie, making crude comments that make stan blush.

“shut up, say shit like that and i won’t match with you.” stan looked down to his feet, trying to hide the blush from the lanky boy towering over him.

it was an unoffical offical thing that stanley uris was crushing on richie, he was butt-crazy in love with that boy. everyone in the losers club knew except for richie, he was somehow blind to stan’s obvious affections towards him, despite stan being so blatantly obvious with it.

“come on stanley, if you do me this favor i’ll owe you big time...whatever you want.” richie took stan’s hand in his as he said this, making stan look up to this big eyes made even bigger with those ridiculous glasses richie still wore (stan found it so cute). god, richie did not know what he was doing when he did this to stan. holding his smaller hands in richie’s larger harder ones, telling him these things that made stan want to faint and fall in his arms.

he thought he was crazy for falling for richie tozier, and he was right.

“fine, i’ll match with you, but i have to agree with the costume. i’m not wearing something ridiculous or embarrassing myself.” stan agreed, though he knew he would the minute richie asked.

richie let go of stan’s hands and missed stan’s face fall, a wide smile showing those big horse like teeth richie had that stan thought was cute for some reason. they were right when they called him bucky beaver as kids, except stan saw it as cute rather than an insult.

“great! come over to my house and we can plan it all out. we better win or i’m going to trash the school.” richie spoke, half serious.

“well i won’t be helping in trashing the school, you can get kicked out on your own.” stan rolled his eyes, using his typical richie centric sarcasm as a way to deflect his obvious crush on him.

“you’re supposed to be my partner in crime, stan, don’t bail on me so quickly.” richie feigned dejection, but stan was used to his fake over dramatics.

“beep beep, richie.” stan spoke, with a curled smile on his face that he desperately tried to hide, even more so when richie wrapped his arm around his shoulder as they walked with the group.

the group disperses until it’s just richie and stan, and stan is shy and scared but trying not to show it. him and richie always hang out alone, but every time stan feels his heart beating frantically and thinks he’s gonna faint, and he always has to hide it from richie so he doesn’t suspect anything.

stan is convinced he has no chance with richie, it’s all apart of his self loathing that has haunted him for years and years.

but he climbs in richie’s truck anyway, always struggling since it’s so high off the ground and stan hasn’t grown since eighth grade when he hit 5′7″, versus richie who seems to never stop growing. he’s a beanstalk, and stan is jack because boy does he want to climb up that.

he shouldn’t think such things, so he keeps his eyes on the road rather than look at richie and think thoughts that will leave him red in the face and his hands all clammy.

“you okay, stan?” richie questions as he drives them back to his house, used to stan being quiet but not when it was just them two.

stan and richie had been best friends since richie was one and stan was born (richie was a year older), and even as children they knew they were going to spend the rest of their lives together.

and so far they had, they were still best friends to this day, and even though they were close with the other losers when it came down to it it would always be stan and richie. just how they liked it.

“fine, just a bit tired.” stan turned to look at richie as he spoke, a smile on his face reassuring richie, and richie swore he almost got in an accident at the sight. looking at stan like that, leaned against the seat, curls unruly and his big brown eyes looking up at richie, and his thin pink lips spread out into a smile.

richie would never tell anyone, but he thought his best friend was gorgeous.

so he had to turn away, look back on the road before he swerved to the side and killed them both, because stan was like the sun. he was like the sun because he was beautiful and warm and everything he wanted, but he couldn’t look too long or he’d lose himself in it.

it’s a good thing they weren’t too far from richie’s house, making it quickly over. “here we are.”

parking in his usual spot the two boys jumped out of the truck, making their way to richie’s door as he unlocked it for them. all the lights were off indicating that they were alone in the house for the time being, which both excited stan and made him nervous.

“come on, let’s go up to my room and plan our award winning couple costume.” hearing it referred to a couple costume made stan almost swoon, but he followed richie up the stairs and into his bedroom none the less.

“so what were you thinking of?” stan asked richie, making himself comfortable on richie’s bed, finding the one clean spot on it and in his room to sit on.

“i don’t know, maybe some brokeback mountain.” richie winked at stan, teasing him and taking a seat on the rolling chair at his desk.

“so just a cowboy costume? not very distinguishable.” stan tried to play it off cool, especially since brokeback mountain was one of his favorite movies.

“all jokes, but i don’t know. batman and robin are already taken, and i wanna look good so no tweedle dee and tweedle dum or shit like that. we’ve gotta look hot, hot hot.” richie sang the last words, and since they were in private stan felt no need to deliver a snarky comment.

“well i honestly have no idea. we could be spongebob and patrick?” he offered up, but felt dumb immediately.

“did you not hear me say i want to look hot, and a sponge and a starfish aren’t exactly that. let me get my creative juices flowing, i always have been the smart one of us.” richie teased, getting a smack from stan which interrupted him rubbing his temple in hopes of an idea. “hey! watch it! i’m trying to think here!”

stan could only smile, loving how silly the boy in front of him was.

“greasers! like a grease meets the outsiders type thing, we could be ponyboy and johnny or some shit like that. come on, hair all greased back, cool sunglasses and leather jackets. we’ll pull some honeys and win the contest with our charming good looks.” richie got out of his chair as he said this, making ridiculous poses stan thought was his attempt at being a ‘greaser’.

“fine, not like i have any other ideas.” not to mention he wouldn’t mind seeing richie in that, and it was a pretty simple costume to get together.

“better not half ass this or bail out on me, stanley, i really want to win.” richie spoke with a pointed finger, and stan doubted they would win but did it anyway.

“promise, now i’ve got to get home and do some homework. i’ll see you later though.” stan got off the bed and walked through the mess that was richie tozier’s room to his door.

“wait, i can drive you.” richie offered, quickly getting up from his seat.

“thanks, but i can walk.” stan smiled at him, not wanting richie to go through the trouble of driving him home.

“are you sure? it’s no problem, really.” richie asked, leaning against his doorway, pale skin and pink lips in a goofy grin. it was going to drive stan crazy.

“i’m sure, thanks anyway.” stan smiled one last time, making his way down the stairs and to the door. “bye, richie!”

“bye, stan!” richie screamed back, smiling as he looked at stan walk out the door and into his heart.

he was just as madly in love with stan as stan was with him.

so they go to the dance, separately in the end and both are excited to see the others costume.

richie has his hair greased up but not greased back, it’s still down and if it wasn’t so greasey it would look good. he has sunglasses on over his contact which he rarely wears, and a leather jacket over a worn out mickey mouse shirt and ripped jeans. all together and all on him, it really works.

and he’s talking with bill and waiting for stan, and when he walks in he almost drops his spiked punch because stan looks hot. his curls are greased back so you wouldn’t even think curls are under there, and it makes you focus more on his face which is absolutely gorgeous. he’s in all black, a look richie has never seen him in, but he secretly loves. he loves seeing him in a black shirt and leather jacket and black skinny jeans that make richie’s jeans feel tight too.

“stan the man, looking good. i haven’t seen your hair like that since your bar mitzvah, and you looked hot then and you look hot now.” richie says as he greets him, putting his arm around the shorter boy to make sure everyone knows they were matching.

“you guys have to sign up to be apart of the couples contest, you know that right? none of us did so you guys could actually have a chance.” bill teased, and richie made a mocking face in response.

“let’s go, stanley my man, we still gotta win this thing.” richie leads stan to the booth with the entries, and stan’s heart is racing at the sight of richie and that his arm was still around him.

tonight was the best night of his life, or at least he hoped so.

richie only lets go of his grip on stan to sign them up in the almost empty bin, making him realize almost nobody cared about this shit, but he was still dead set on winning.

writing down in his chicken scratch handwriting richie tozier and stanley uris he quickly enters it and grabs stan’s hand, that big smile on his face and asking. “come dance with me?”

stan doesn’t even have to speak, just nod his head and give him a lovestruck smile as they go to the dancefloor. they dance to some trashy top 40 hit that they can barely hear the lyrics too, but they jump around and richie is a horrible dancer making stan laugh until his stomach hurts (richie loves the sight of it).

stan swore richie was starting to dance worse just to keep him laughing.

stan was right, richie was doing that, because he loved getting stan to laugh and he loved seeing him laugh and he loved him.

isn’t it funny how two people can be so crazy in love with each other but not tell the other?

it must be a high school type of thing, or at least that’s how they imagined it.

“are you having fun?” richie screams to stan over the music, his dancing all over the place making his hair go crazy.

stan moves closer so they can talk, screaming in response. “yeah, more than i thought i would!” stan was never a school dance, homecoming game type of guy. the only reason he ever went to games was for mike since he was on the team, but he was bored and cold throughout it all.

“good, i can’t have it getting around that my date is bored.” richie screams back, and stan’s dancing falters a bit before he gets back into the rhythm.

“date?” he questions, unable to ask anymore.

“well, not a date but...you know. we’re a couples costume, you’re kind of my date.” richie gives an unsure smile to stan, and stan doesn’t understand what he means but nods anyway.

they dance until they’re tired and sweaty and they both agree they need something to drink, and while richie gets some of the juice spiked with vodka stan sticks with the clean water in the cooler to the side.

“hey guys, you look great.” coming from superman, or rather mike, it was a great compliment.

“thanks, mikey, you look great. where’s lois?” richie asks, looking mike up and down, his costume is great.

“with ben, of course.” even though they were matching they were nothing more than friends, beverly’s heart belonged to ben hanscom.

the two followed mike back to the table claimed by the losers, all of them sitting their either talking or eating the halloween themed snacks.

“they’re going to announce the winners soon, shut up!” beverly tells them when they get too loud, and stan and richie are squeezing each others hands in hopes that they win.

up on stage is some girl in the grade below them, and richie is blanking on her name because he’s so excited he hopes he wins. “and the winner of this halloweens couple contest is...eddie corcoran and betty ripsom!”

feeling dejected and disappointed as he watches the winners in a ketchup and mustard costume go up on stage, he’s sad and pretending to be mad because that’s what they all expect. “this is bullshit, come on stan, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” he grabs stan’s hand and drags him out, and the losers know he isn’t really mad and let them be.

“richie? are you okay?” stan questions as they walk through the empty hallways and out to the parking lot.

“yeah, but our costumes were so much better than that shit.” his lanky arms flail around as she speaks.

“you’re not actually mad, are you?” stan questions, unsure.

richie smiles and laughs as he unlocks his truck, ready for them both to go in. “no, but i’m still going to destroy the school since they stole my claim to fame from me.”

stan shakes his head and gets in richie’s death trap of a truck, looking at richie and wishing they won for his sake.

“i’m sorry.” stan says, and he’s doing it again. he’s leaning against the seat and looking so precious that richie wonders how he is still resisting himself.

“stan, it’s fine. i had fun, and i hope you did too.” god, he’s starting to treat this like a date.

stan nodded, giving him a genuine smile. “i did...i always have fun with you richie.”

richie takes off his sunglasses and gives stan that look, that look of tenderness and loving and stan’s lips open a bit at the sight, because he is so in love with his best friend and he just can’t resist...

so he doesn’t.

he leans in, hypnotized by richie’s plump pink lips and big brown eyes, and their lips are pressed against each other. it’s soft, barely a peck, but it’s something and stan pulls away because he’s so shocked by what he did.

he looks at richie with terror in his eyes, worried that he ruined everything he had, but as he looks richie’s eyes are still closed and his lips are so kissable and stan is under his trance so he goes in for more.

this time it’s a real kiss, and richie cups stan’s cheek and stan grabs richie’s shoulder and kisses him the way he always wanted to. he kisses him like it’s the last time he’ll ever kiss him, he kisses him like he does in his dreams.

they finally pull away with their foreheads still together and their arms still all over each other, and they look into each others brown eyes and smile.

“i guess this technically was a date.” richie speaks first, his smirk making stan’s smile grow wider.

“good, i was hoping it was.” stan responds, and he doesn’t think he’s ever smiled bigger than he is right now.

and they were right when they said they would spend the rest of their lives together, because that’s what you do when the person you love loves you back.

@wyattghouleff

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