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Wrapped Around Your Finger—dustin's sister catches the eye of steve and he makes a move

Unrespectable—steve catches reader in a compromising state

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Rain whisked past you as you sped home on your bicycle. It was dark, and you were cold, worn out, and annoyed. You eventually parked your bike under the carport, tires squeaking to a halt as you ran inside. The house was quiet; your mom was asleep, you assumed, and Dustin had mentioned that he was staying the night at Will’s house.

 You marched to your bedroom and stripped off your wet clothes rapidly, throwing them in a pile on the floor. Making your way to the bathroom, you filled up the tub and poured in just a little too much bubble bath. 

“Finally,” you sighed out, sinking into the tub and closing your eyes. Relief washed over you as you felt your muscles relax in the soapy water. 

A few moments later, you heard the phone ring. “Shit,” you thought to yourself, standing up and grabbing a towel. “It’s probably Dustin,” you thought before walking back to your bedroom. 

“What did you forget, Dustin?” you asked, annoyed, phone pressed to your ear.

“Last time I checked, my name isn’t Dustin, but thanks for making sure I have everything.” Steve chuckled over the line.

“Steve? I’m so sorry,” you mentally scolded yourself as you sat on your bed. You pulled your towel tighter around your body, almost as an act of modesty. “Dustin’s staying at Will’s tonight, so I just figured he forgot his toothbrush or something.”

“What a loving older sister you are,” he hummed. “But now that you’ve gotten that handled, do you still have time to talk to me?”

“I suppose I have a few minutes.” You laid back, relaxing into your pillow and shivering, the water dripping off your skin. “What’s up?”

“Well, this really pretty girl gave me her number today, and I can’t stop thinking about her. What’s up with you?” He remarked smoothly.

You bit your lip and responded, “I’m naked.” You mentally scolded yourself, rubbing your temples. “Not like that! I just meant I was in the bath when you called!”

Steve chuckled some, saying, “That’s not very respectable of you. What if I were some  kind of creep trying to spy on you?” He paused. “I’m just kidding, but it is nice to know I’ve already got you running to pick up the phone for me.” 

You rolled your eyes, a rosy tint dressing your cheeks. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, loverboy. But I would like to get back to my bath, so why exactly did you call so late?”

“Because I wanted to see if the prettiest girl in Hawkins would get ice cream with me tomorrow.”

“I can give you her number if you’d like,” you deadpanned.

“Oh come on,” he drew out, “I really want to take you out tomorrow. Don’t make me beg.”

“The thought of you on your knees in front of me sounds really appealing, if I’m being honest,” you giggled, swirling the phone cord around your fingers.

“Yeah, I bet it does,” he laughed some. “I’ll pick you up around 4?”

“Sounds like a plan, loverboy.”

You sat on your couch at precisely 3:45, MTV playing on the TV. Your makeup was simple but still accentuated your features. Your outfit was simple, shorts and a white shirt. You wanted to make a good impression but not come off too strong, or at least that’s what you told yourself when you tried on five different outfits.

The brown clock above your TV ticked, 4:00, 4:05, 4:10. At 4:15, you stood up, sighing and walking towards your room, when you heard a knock on the door. You paused, debating whether or not you should just lock yourself in your room and leave your phone off the latch. You settled on answering the door, slowly walking towards it and swinging it open. 

Before Steve had a chance to speak, you said, “I don’t wait around all day for men, Steve.” You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I got held up at work,” he said apologetically. ”I know this doesn’t make up for it, but I brought you these.” He presented a small bouquet of flowers wrapped in brown paper.

You uncrossed your arms at the gesture, taking the flowers in your arms. “It’s okay, only this time, though. Don’t make me wait again. And this is really sweet.” You tried to come off as serious, but Steve just chuckled, nodding his head.

“I promise I’ll be on time, if you even want to see me after this.” He knew he sounded vulnerable, but he felt comfort around you.

“I would make you beg, but I think the flowers make up for it.” You smirked, stepping back inside to set the flowers down.

“Ready?” Steve asked as you appeared back in the doorframe.

“Lead the way, loverboy.”

 You walked to his car, Steve rushing around to open the door. “M’lady”

“What a gentleman,” you giggled, sliding into the seat. Steve made his way around the car. He backed out of the driveway, humming along to the song on the radio. He glanced at you every so often, grinning proudly. You spoke in small talk, but it was comfortable.

The car pulled into the Starcourt parking lot, and Steve parked. He opened his door swiftly, running to the other side to open your door.

“Steve, you know I can open my door, right?”

“I do know that, but why would you open your own door if you have me to do it for you?” he asked, smiling as he reached out his hand,

“That is so true!” You laughed, taking his hand and walking towards the bustling shopping center.

You were happy and thought that your goal of finding the right man and dress was getting closer to becoming a reality.

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As long as you can remember, Steve was always there. Being your lab partner, staying up late and watching trashy movies, and late-night drives—he was there. On the days when you were sick in bed with what felt like death, Steve was there with his mom’s chicken soup and your favorite drink. You felt as if you knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you.

Until things started to change. You had graduated from Hawkins High together and were now both working at Family Video. You kept up your movie nights and late-night drives, but something had changed, something you were sure you’d never tell your best friend.

Besides the fact that you had not-so-subtly fallen in love with Steve, you had realized that you don’t feel the same anymore. Not mentally and definitely not physically. Most of your nights were spent at the library, reading books about the Stonewall Riots and researching related topics, trying to understand why you feel the way you do.

It started on a Wednesday in June. You and Steve were working the afternoon shift together, the store empty for hours. You had begun to wear baggier clothes, overall spending less time on your appearance. Steve noticed.

While you were busy stocking shelves, Steve was chatting up some undergrad while trying to sell her some tapes. “Same old routine,” you thought, rolling your eyes as the girl made her way out of the store. Steve sighed, making his way to the shelf you were stocking. 

“Third one this week, did I lose all my moves?” He questioned, gazing at you. 

You paused for a moment, then answered solemnly, “Guess so.”

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked nonchalantly, “Jealous or something?”

“In your dreams, Harrington.” You bit your lip, turning away and trying to make yourself appear busy. Thoughts of him were racing around in your head; you were getting overwhelmed. You hated secrets, and now you were currently hiding two major ones from him.

“No, but seriously, what’s wrong with you? Are you, like, depressed or something?” He paused. “You’ve been moping around here all week, and you’ve basically given up in the outfit category.

“Are you being serious right now?” You felt your heartbeat all over, and you started to sweat. You know he didn’t mean any harm, but that thought was thrown out the window the minute he came up to you. “No, I’m not ‘depressed,’ Steve; just leave me alone!” You spoke louder than you intended, which startled the man.

“Jeez, sorry for caring.” He threw his hands up in defeat and slowly backed up to the counter. 

“I’m leaving, there’s no customers, so you’ll be fine ‘til Robin gets here.” You finished putting the last tape on the wall before heading to the break room to grab your bag.

“Wait, Y/N, talk to me, please. I’m sorry.” Steve stepped towards you. You snaked around him, not speaking or looking in his direction. “Wait!” he yelled out as you made your way to the door.

“See you later” was all you said before leaving, not looking back.

You cried as soon as you stepped into your bedroom. Drowning out your sobs with a mixtape Steve made you, your eyes burned from the tears. Hours passed, and all you can think about is how you snapped at him for being concerned. He was your best friend, after all, and you did love him. 

The diary he had given you on your 16th birthday was nearly filled to the brim, mostly with dreams about him and high school gossip. You had started scribbling down your thoughts about the day when you heard a tapping noise, standing up from your bed and looking around your room.

The noise was coming from your window, and outside, you discovered Steve chucking pebbles at it. Sighing, you slid the window open, glancing down at him. “I don’t want to talk to you, Steve.

“Please let me in, Y/N. I’m sorry for being a dick earlier,” he spoke, an apologetic look on his face.

You sat for a moment before saying, “Come up here then. The door’s unlocked.”

The familiar sounds of Steve stepping up the creaky staircase sent a chill down your spine. You knew you shouldn’t be nervous to see him, but you felt as if there was a dark cloud raining over your head.

Your bedroom door opened slowly just as you sat on your bed. “Y/N, I’m so sorry about earlier. I knew something was wrong, and I shouldn’t have pushed you like that,” he said, sitting at the edge of your bed. “You know you can talk to me, whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.” He shot you a genuine smile.

“I’m just scared, Steve, scared you’ll think I’m weird or look at me differently.”

“You know I’ll never judge you about anything, promise.” He hummed, scooting closer to you. “And you won’t know how I’ll feel unless you tell me.”

You took a deep breath and looked at him. “I just… I don’t feel like a girl anymore. I don’t know if I ever really did. I don’t like my body. It just doesn’t feel like me. Does that make sense?” You nervously bit at your fingers, waiting for a response.

“So you feel like a guy?” Steve questioned, his face neutral.

“I guess so? I don’t really know the right words to describe it, but I definitely don’t feel like a girl.” 

“I think I understand that. What I don’t understand is why you wouldn’t just tell me. I love and care about you, and that’s not something that’s ever gonna change.” He grabbed your hand, squeezing tightly.

You felt relief wash over you, taking a deep breath and sighing. “I didn’t tell you because I was scared. I don’t want to lose you. I thought you wouldn’t love me anymore.” Steve nodded, reaching his arms around you and squeezing. You felt safe.

Biting your lip, you asked. “Would you help me with something?” Getting up from your bed, you held onto his hand, leading him to your bathroom. You rifled through your drawers, eventually pulling out some scissors.

“Are you going to kill me now?” He joked, chuckling. 

“No, dummy, I want you to help me cut my hair.”

Steve hesitated but gave in, taking the scissors from you.

A few hours and one new haircut later, you and Steve were sitting beside each other on your couch, watching some reruns. You felt happy, but there was still a burning feeling in your chest. You loved him more than anything, especially right now.  “Steve?” you whispered.

“Yes, Y/N?” He turned to look at you.

“Thank you for this. For caring about me and not judging me. It means a lot.”

“Yeah, of course, I love you.” He smiled, turning back towards the television.

“Can I tell you something else, and you promise you won’t judge?” You asked, and he nodded, looking back towards you. “I think the way I feel about you isn’t normal. I think about you all the time. I wait for you to call every night, and I dream about seeing you at work the next day. I get so caught up in my head all the time and—”

Steve grasped your face in his hand, thumb brushing your lip slowly. “It’s about time you said something. I’ve been watching you sneak around forever about this. You know I love you, and I meant it every time. I just wanted to make sure you were ready before I did anything.” He slowly moved closer, pressing his lips to yours. You paused for a moment, shocked, then moved your lips with his. In that moment, you felt happiness and hope again, not concerned with anything but Steve’s lips on yours.

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Flipping through the dusty sheets of comics made your summer days seem bland. The hours inched by, the slow ticking of your watch making it seemingly unbearable. Your co-workers had gone home for the day, and you were left to man the ever-barren comic book shop all by your lonesome.

You had managed to finish all of the closing duties two hours before close, so you decided to fill the time by popping in a tape of Pretty in Pink and fantasizing about what your life could be. She got the perfect boy AND the perfect dress, why couldn’t you have that? You didn’t really have much; you had this job, a few friends, and your brother. You had often fantasized about what your life could be, but you felt stuck in the small town of Hawkins.

You were sitting on the counter, feet dangling and heels scraping against the wooden drawers, when you heard the door chime ring through the room. “No, Mike, I don’t want to get you a new set of dice!” a familiar voice echoed.

“Well, you lost my D12, and you owe me a new one!” Mike rumbled out. The group of children you had gotten to know well over the years filled the shop loudly.

Dustin, your little brother, along with the rest of his party and a man you hadn’t ever seen before, approached the counter with looks of curiosity. “Y/N, aren’t you supposed to be working?” the curly-haired boy suggested. “This is what I like to call multitasking, genius,” you remarked.

The tall man accompanying the party shot off a quick chuckle, glancing at you. Dustin scoffed and began browsing the rows of comics, the rest of the boys following.

“Oh, I love that movie, besides the part where she gets with the wrong guy,” El says, pointing towards the television.

“I didn’t know you were the romance type of girl, El. And I have to disagree, Blane is a much better fit for her–” You were abruptly cut off by a cough from the man behind her. “Sorry, I don’t think we’ve ever been introduced. I’m Steve Harrington,” he said as he reached out his hand, expectantly.

“Very smooth, Steve,” Max remarked as El chuckled

You took the stranger’s hand and shook it, your fingers intertwined and lingering for a little too long. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Henderson.” You knew your brother often hung out with older kids, but you never expected them to look like this.

“Henderson? As in–”

“She’s my sister, dude. Keep your hands off.” Dustin spoke, returning to the counter with a few comics in hand.

Steve’s eyes grazed over your body slowly, as if he was writing down every detail of you and keeping it filed in his memory. “How come you never told me you had such a hot sister? Or a sister at all for that matter.”

“First of all, ew. Second of all, I said hands off idiot.” Your brother responded with a deadpan expression.

You blushed some, eyes darting away from the pair. You began scanning the comics that Dustin and the others had picked out, glancing up at Steve from time to time.

Once you had checked all the kids out, they began filtering out of the store, leaving only you and Steve in it, which seemed a little too small and stuffy at the moment. “Y/N,” Steve said, “I wasn’t joking when I called you hot, but I apologize if it sounded a bit objectifying.”

“That’s alright, I can always appreciate a compliment. Although, “hot” is definitely not how I would refer to myself.” You bit your lip and leaned against the counter, shrinking under the gaze of the charming man in front of you.

“Well, I would have to disagree with you, but that’s okay.” Steve began digging in his pockets for something, bringing the conversation to a lull. A few moments later, he pulled out a piece of paper, setting it on the counter separating you from him. “This may be a bit presumptuous, but can I have your number?” You quickly nodded your head, reaching for the pen by the register and scribbling down your digits. “I better not be woken up at three a.m. by a prank call, got it?” You hummed, smiling as you pinched the paper between your fingers and gestured towards him. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it, pretty girl.” Steve gently took the slip of paper from you, his hand grazing yours slowly. The door suddenly burst open, followed by Dustin yelling, “Let’s go, Harrington, we don’t have all day!”

You both chuckled at the boy, backing away from the counter some. “See you around, Steve.”

“See you around, Y/N.” Steve glanced at you one last time before making his way out of the shop, his hand pushing Dustin out of the store.

You sat back on the counter, examining the places where your hands had made contact with Steve. You felt insane, psychotic even, but you knew what you wanted. You wanted the right guy, the right dress, and the happy ending. Maybe you could have that with him, you thought as you traced circles on your hand.

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The bass was thumping through your fingertips, your pulse racing. You felt the floor rattling under your feet as you swayed back and forth with Steve. He spun you around a few times, admiring you silently. 

The bar you were at had become a Saturday night tradition. You, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan drove to “The Disco Rodeo” in Indianapolis every Saturday to dance, drink, and pretend to forget about the blandness of Hawkins. The guys usually wore cowboy hats, and the girls wore go-go boots.

Steve’s birthday was no different, except you decided to wear a dress that hugged your curves a little TOO much for Steve to pay attention to anything else. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“Princess, be careful,” he whispered as he pulled you to his chest. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“No ‘m okay Stevie,” you smiled, buzzed and squinting.

You danced for what felt like forever. You were in heaven, or the closest thing to it. Nancy and Jonathan were sitting in a booth, laughing at the sight in front of them. 

“Ten bucks says he’s gonna have to drag her out of here,” quipped Jonathan.

“Better make it twenty,” Nancy pointed, “She’s still on both feet!”

Steve stopped drinking a while ago, too preoccupied with you. You started grinding, shaking, and touching all over him. Steve started to believe he was in heaven too. 

You pressed your back against his chest, feeling something poking the small of your back. “Stevie?” you hummed, turning to face him, “you okay, baby?”

You glanced down, and he lifted your head with his finger. “I’m perfect, princess, just looking at my girl. Spin around for me a few more times, baby.”

He held your hand as you spun, the buzzing in your ears getting drowned out by the bartender yelling for last call. Steve wrapped his hands around your waist, drawing you closer to his hips. “We should get out of here, sweetheart; let’s go find our friends.”

“Let’s go, lovebirds!” Robin exclaimed, holding the car door open.

“No nasty stuff or else!” Jonathan said as he got in the driver’s seat. Steve blushed, climbing in the back, pulling you onto his lap

The ride back to Hawkins was rather uneventful. Nancy and Jonathan chatted quietly in the front while Robin slept against the back seat window. You had the pleasure of sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, you thought.

“Did ya have a good birthday, Stevie?” you hummed, leaning back against his chest, glancing up at him. “It was perfect, my love. But it’ll be even better when we get home.” Steve felt like Jonathan was purposely hitting every bump in the road, sending you bouncing away on his lap the whole ride. Steve’s hands slid around your waist, trying to steady you. “Baby… you’ve gotta stop moving. You’re killing me here.” Steve grunted.

You looked up at him for a moment, then back down to your lap, and let out a small giggle.

“I don’t know what you mean...” you trailed off, feigning innocence.

The car rolled to a stop in front of your apartment, and you climbed out of the cabin slowly, your dress riding up around your waist. “Goodnight, guys; get home safe!” Steve rushed out, grabbing your hand and pulling you up the steps before you even had a chance to say your farewells.  

“Stevie, slow down! I promise that the bed is still gonna be there; you don’t have to run!” you exclaimed.

 Steve hurriedly unlocked the door, pulling you inside and slamming it. You jumped, looking up at him as he backed you against it. He sets his cowboy hat on the ground, pressing his forehead against yours. “You, my love, are such a tease, you know that?” he hummed as he started kissing down your neck. “Dancing all on me, in front of everyone… knowing I wasn’t gonna do anything about it…” he trailed off, sucking a spot under your collarbone. “Stevie,” you moaned, sliding your fingers through his hair, “ -was just trying to make your birthday special, baby.” You could feel the wetness pooling between your thighs, squeezing them together. Steve slid his arms around your waist, sliding you up the door, pushing your thighs around his waist. “You get me so hard, baby. I love watching my girl dance.” He kissed down your arm, marking spots all over.

“I’m gonna devour you.” He picked you up, carrying you to the couch. As he kneeled between your thighs, he smirked, “Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?”

You whined and nodded, “Let me help you, Stevie; it’s your birthday.” You started to get up, Steve’s strong arms pushing you back down.

Steve started kissing your thighs, taking his time working towards your core. “This is the best present a man could ask for, Y/N.”

Once his kisses made it close to your center, he blew on your soaked panties. Steve was fully entranced at the sight in front of him. His beautiful girl turned into a mess, ready to devour.

He rubbed small circles on your clit through your panties, kissing your legs softly. “You ready for me, baby?” he smirked. “You’re soaked.”

You nodded slowly. “Please, Stevie, I need you.” Steve rubbed through your panties a few more times before sliding them off, crumpling them up, and shoving them in his pocket. “There’s my pretty cunt.” He pushed your thighs further apart and said, "Look, baby, she's winking at me." He licked a small stripe up your core, eliciting small moans from you. “My pretty little tease, this cunt belongs to me.”

His tongue prodded at your entrance while his nose pressed to your clit, and just like that, Steve began devouring you. You moaned at the wet, sticky noises he was making, your juices leaking down his chin. He hummed against you, sending shivers through your body. “B-Baby, I’m not gonna last long, fuck.” You gripped his hair, legs flying on his shoulders as he tongue-fucks your hole. Your hips start grinding, his nose bullying your clit. Steve pulls back for a moment, “You gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let Daddy taste your juices, baby.” Your legs start shaking as he grips your hips, steadying you. “I’m gonna cum, Stevie. oh my god…” Your ears start buzzing as your body convulses, your juices soaking Steve. He laps up your wetness, helping you ride out your orgasm. Once your legs stop shaking, he pulls away, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. “You did so good for me, princess; you taste like heaven.” Steve pulls you up and wraps his arms around you. “Oh, and the name’s Steve, not god” he says in reference to your earlier remark. “Always the gentleman, aren’t you, Mister Harrington?”

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“One… Two… Three”

“One… Two…”

You repeated the numbers over in your head a million times by now. There was just no use in trying to sleep. The blare of sirens and piercing bright lights peeked through the cracks of your pink curtains. You could hear the news on the television in your parents' room.

“Chrissy Cunningham, a 17-year-old cheerleader at Hawkins High, was just found moments ago by detectives. They suspect foul play and have a few leads. She is survived by her parents, Phillip and Laura Cunningham, and a younger brother…”

“That poor girl,” you thought, as you began to tune out the background noise. She wasn’t much different from you; you went to the same school and even had mutual friends.

As you slowly climbed out of your bed, you heard the television in the other room mention something along the lines of “Drug deal gone wrong” and “Satanic cult.” Could this really mean Satan had taken over Hawkins? You were no Christian, but the idea of such evil touching your life in this way made your insides crawl.

You slid over to the bench under your window, finally letting the bright lights fill your dark bedroom. Yes, you lived in the Forest Hills Trailer Park, and no, you weren’t proud of it. You had moved to Hawkins as a 12-year-old outcast and made a decent reputation for yourself over the years, making you somewhat popular.

 You glanced across the streets towards the commotion, seeing a long-haired boy you barely knew sneaking out the back door of the trailer adjacent to yours.

“Eddie?” you whispered to yourself. “He’s a freak, but not a killer. Not a killer,” you repeated, the last word feeling heavy on your lips and ringing in your ears.

A few days went by, the rumors only growing. People always assumed the worst, you thought, but then again, you knew just about as much as everyone else.

The afternoon of Friday came faster than you expected. You were grateful when the last bell of the day rang, releasing you into the drizzly and cold autumn weather. 

As you’re riding your bike down the backroads of Hawkins, you notice some flattened debris off the side of the road, along with a black bandana. 

You park your bike on the edge of the concrete while you curiously pick up the bandana, observing your surroundings in the woods. You can hear a few branches snap in the distance, causing you to jerk around as a shadow figure appears to your side.

“Please, please don’t scream,” the man says, reaching down and covering your mouth. Eddie Munson, suspected killer on the run, had just told you not to scream.

“What the fuck?” You whisper as you pull away some. “Eddie? Why are you here?

“Because I didn’t have anywhere else to go… Can we please just…” He grabbed your shoulders slightly and began pulling you towards the woods. “Get away from the street? I-I promise I won’t hurt you, just… please let me explain.”

He seemed genuinely desperate, you thought. This was the right thing to do, you refused to believe he was a killer.

As you two made your way haphazardly through the rest of the woods, you snuck some glances at Eddie. You noticed his slightly knotted locs, his dirt-stained denim vest, and his uneven gait, suggesting how exhausted he actually was.

“Is this okay?” He turned towards you, gesturing to some blankets strewn under a rock. “Here, just sit down.” He plopped onto the edge of one of the blankets, peering up at you.

You slowly sat across from him, crossing your legs in front of you. “Eddie, what the fuck is going on?”

“I really screwed up Y/N… I-I killed Chrissy…”

The realization that the man in front of you was indeed a killer filled your lungs. A killer. 

It just didn’t add up, you thought. Eddie had always been cordial, friendly even, everytime you were in his presence. 

“You need to explain yourself, Munson, before I bolt.” You scooted away from him, pressing your back against the rock.

“Y/N, I accidentally gave Chrissy too much… She was trying to buy from me, and I accidentally switched the bags. I never meant for this to happen; you have to believe me.” He looked into your eyes, seeming genuinely regretful and scared.

“But the news said there was foul play a-and satanism…” you trailed off, looking away.

“Hey…” He moved slowly over to you, gripping your chin with his finger and thumb, forcing you to look at him. "Do you really trust the news more than me? I know we’re not super close, but I thought you of all people would believe me,” he scoffed.

What you didn’t know is that he had you all figured out. He regretted that he had to kill Chrissy to get your attention, but it would be worth it, and he believed that. 

He knew you would be watching when he snuck away from the police, and he knew how you got home everyday. He planted the bandana because he knew you’d stop, and then, finally then, he could get you.

Eddie had been obsessed with you for years, ever since your family moved into the trailer across from him when you were in middle school. He always found a way to be around you in some manner. Hanging out on his front steps every day waiting for you to get home, sneaking into the movies and sitting a few rows behind you on dates with whatever boy you decided to entertain that week, etcetera. He wanted you, and now he got you. 

You gulped as you met the piercing gaze of the man above you, being surrounded by him. “E-Eddie... I’m sorry. You’re right, I should believe you… Are you okay? I’m sure Chrissy really freaked you out,” you said genuinely.

You could never really understand the bad reputation Eddie got. This was just the cherry on top. You realized how much you cared for a man you didn’t know. A man who you realized had always been there when your bike needed fixing or when you needed the lawn mowed. In that moment, you regretted labeling him as an outcast.

“I’m okay, really, Y/N; I’m just glad you’re here.” He smiled, scooting back and crossing his legs.

“Glad I’m here?” you questioned, bunching your legs up to your chest.

“Well yeah, it’s been pretty lonely in the woods all by myself for the last few days. Glad I have a pretty girl to keep me company now.” Eddie smirked some, moving to sit beside you.

“Ya know, it's getting pretty late. I should be heading home now…” You stood, beginning to walk towards your bike, when you felt two warm arms wrap snugly around your waist.

“Eddie? What are you doing?” you questioned, glancing up over your shoulder. 

“You can’t leave me now, princess. How am I supposed to guarantee that you don’t run up to the police station and tell them where I am?” His grasp on your waist got tighter as he spoke down to you.

“I-I’m not gonna tell… promise…” You were very much terrified at his sudden advance, and you mentally shamed yourself for the slickness you felt between your legs.

“Aw, that’s adorable, really. But I just don’t believe you, sweetheart.” Eddie suddenly flipped you around, your chests now pressed against each other as he squeezed your waist harder.

You gently bit your lip as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Those pretty little eyes, makin’ me crazy. Crazier than I’ve already been. Wanna know what I really did, Y/N? All of this was for you, I needed something to get your attention. Of course, Chrissy was just a bump in the road, but it worked, here you are.”

You stiffened in his grasp, unable to process what he just said. “For me?” you repeated in your head. “N-No Eddie… I-I can’t believe this…” you began gasping, tears pricking your eyes.

“Oh please don’t cry, princess, no no no.” He cupped your face, kissing your nose softly. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for so long, and now you finally know.” 

You began to calm down some, the slick between your legs now dripping down your thighs. “E-Eddie, I don’t know why… You don’t even know me.”

“Yes, I do, and I want to know more, if you’ll let me.”

Eddie leaned down and gently brought his lips to yours, making you fall stiff. As your nerves calmed, you began moving your lips against his, desperate for relief. 

He pulled away slowly. “There you go, sweetheart, I knew you loved me.” Before you had the chance to respond, Eddie’s mouth was back on yours, tongue prodding your lips.

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HAWKINS, INDIANA

SEPTEMBER 1986

The loud screeching of the brakes against the tracks and the bustle of suitcases being pulled from the ceiling racks woke you from your deep slumber. Having landed in Indianapolis around three hours ago, you were awfully worn out after the early morning flight and especially after the never-ending train ride. Grabbing your bags, you stepped onto the platform. You brushed through the small groups of people, determined to spot your party before they spotted you. 

“Y/N!” Dustin cheered, turning a corner and racing towards you. He enveloped you in a hug, eliciting a joyful hum from you.

“Hi Dusty. It’s been too long,” you chuckled. “Where’s your mom?”

“She’s waiting in the car, something about parking in a loading zone, not sure,” he shrugged. “Let me get your bags.” You handed your bags to him gently, following him through the small train station.

“Oh Y/N! Come here!” Dustin’s mom, your Aunt Claudia, hurried out of the car as soon as she saw you. “How’s my favorite girl been?” She asked sweetly as she embraced you. 

“Happy to be here, grateful to y’all,” you stated meekly. Your aunt and cousin had graciously let you move to Hawkins with them for your final school year. 

“Of course, my love. Now, let’s get going before I get towed!” 

The car ride back to the Henderson residence was generally uneventful, minus the stories Dustin told about his summer. He had apparently made friends with some older kids and even got a girlfriend from camp. You were surprised.

Aunt Claudia pulled under the carport, popping the trunk open with the latch next to the steering column. You all quietly trailed in the house, Aunt Claudia going to sit in the living room and Dustin carrying your things to your room. You had been in this house many times, with many summers and holidays spent with the quaint pair you cared so much about. The door to your new bedroom creaked open as you took a deep breath in. 

“You can just set the bags on the floor, thanks Dusty,” you smiled softly at the younger boy. 

“Alright, I’ll let you get settled; I’m just across the hall if you need anything.” 

You nodded as he shut the door behind him, sighing softly yourself. The thought of leaving your home for a new place, new school, and new people had your stomach in knots. You sprawled out on the peach-colored bedding that was most likely older than you and stared at the wicker ceiling fan. There was a gentle knock on the door. “Yeah?” you called out.

“Hey,” Dustin peeked his head in. “Mom said dinner is gonna take about an hour, just so you know. Oh… I forgot to ask, is it possible for you to be able to drive us to school in the mornings? Mom likes to carpool, and I have a bike, but we can get you one if you feel more comfortable.”

“No, I can drive us, no worries. Thanks, just let me know when dinner is done and I’ll come out.”

The hour before dinner was spent unpacking, placing various trinkets around the room. You stood proudly at the foot of the bed and glanced around at your accomplishments. You had hung a small collage of artwork you had created over your bed, a rather large collection of music paraphernalia in the corner, and the closet full of various clothing and shoes.

Dinner was rather uneventful; you mostly updated your aunt on your personal and academic life, whereas Dustin updated you on his friends and his latest Dungeons and Dragons campaign. Everyone eventually bid their farewells for the morning and headed to bed, your mind wandering late into the night.

You felt unsure of the new school experience. You felt anxious about making a good impression and were torn between sticking with Dustin or braving it on your own. These thoughts were slowly drowned out by the deep yawns and rubbing of tiredness, eventually ceasing for the night.

Teeth chattered and boots scraped the icy pavement while puffy jackets were tucked under the arms of Hawkins High students as they made their way into the auditorium. The autumn chill was a stark contrast to your usual experience at this time of year. “First day, first impressions,” you said to yourself as you approached the metal doors. 

You held your head up high as you approached the extensive green bleachers, the roar of the crowd making your ears buzz. Placing yourself next to a slightly familiar face, you reached over and tapped her shoulder. “Nancy?”

Nancy Wheeler, also known as Hawkins High’s “princess,” was a friend of yours from childhood, from the summers you would spend at the Hawkins Community Pool and holidays spent with your family and friends.

She turned her head away from her conversation. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Nancy stood up, turning to hug you. The loud noise of the marching band and the slap of cheer shoes on the coated wood floors made it hard to hear.

It has been around three years since you last visited Hawkins, your life at home a difficult state to manage. Beaming back at her, you stated, “I just moved back here for the school year and all.”

“That’s great news! Who’s your first period?” She rummaged through her paisley-covered backpack and pulled out a neatly folded sheet of paper. The loud roar of students quieted down as Principal Higgins began addressing the students.

As you pulled your schedule out of your rose-colored backpack, you glanced up at the podium, pretending to give attention to the lead man. “Uh... looks like I have Mr. Kaminski for chemistry first. What about you?”

“So do I! Who do you have for second? ...”

After the first few class periods of the day, you had slowly made your way to the dreaded cafeteria. Pushing against the doors and glancing over the crowd, your stomach dropped. How can there be this many people here? you asked yourself as you shook your head. You noticed a small hand waving you over, Dustin’s snaggle-toothed smile appearing beside it. You smiled as you made your way to his table. 

“Hey Dusty,” you snaked in between Lucas and him and gave Dustin a small hug. “Thank you for saving me the decision of where to sit.” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry I had to ditch you this morning, first-day tradition of riding our bikes to school,” Dustin remarked.

“Since when did you start going here?” Mike asked from across the table.

You’ve known Dustin’s friends since they were practically in diapers, the boys often coming to you for advice when you were around, and many phone calls and letters shared amongst the group.

“Dustin didn’t tell you I was moving here?” 

“Might have forgotten to mention it,” he winced, making an apologetic face towards you. 

“Well, that’s not the point. But yes, I’m here for the rest of the school year.” You hugged Lucas’ side and conveyed the welcome to the rest of the boys. Max coughed under her breath and shot an expectant look at Dustin. 

“Right… Max, El, this is my cousin Y/N Henderson. Y/N, this is Mike’s girlfriend, Eleven, El for short, and this is Max, Lucas’ girlfriend. Oh, and they’re also my friends.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” you smiled at the girls. “Me and the boys here go way back. How long have you guys known each other?” You gestured towards Eleven and Mike. 

“We met about two years or so ago, so after you last visited,” Mike stated.

You nodded as the buzz of the cafeteria filled your ears, the younger group continuing their conversations. 

After the lunch bell rang and food trays were returned, the kids paced out of the cafeteria, with you in tow. As you gazed around at the new faces flooding the halls, your daydreaming was interrupted by a voice yelling, “Henderson!” 

Whipping around on your heels, you met with the face of a man who, in your opinion, was quite literally gorgeous. He had chestnut-colored hair, freshly ironed clothing, and an energy about him, one that turned heads when he pushed down the hallways. You thought you might pass out at that very moment.

“Steve!” the kids shouted from behind you, Dustin pushing past you, Steve enveloping him in a hug. 

The name sounded familiar, but you’re sure you would have remembered someone who looked like that. You shrugged it off and tapped Dustin on the shoulder as he chatted with Steve. “Hey, I’m gonna get going to class. I’ll see you after school.” You turned, walking back towards your classroom.

You were happy to hear the bell ring at the end of the day, the vast majority of the class splitting out of the classroom before you had a chance to pack your belongings. Making your way down the lengthy hallway, you hear a voice from behind call out your name. “Y/N! Can you please take us to the arcade?” Dustin asked, the other kids clasping their hands together in front of them, begging. 

“If I must,” you scoffed playfully, digging the keys to the family station wagon out of your backpack. The group cheered, following towards the large parking lot.

You adjusted the driver’s seat as the rest of the group piled in, Dustin reaching over to turn the radio on. The ride towards the arcade was mostly uneventful, with a low conversation spreading through the car. You pulled into the parking lot of the arcade you frequented as a child, smiling softly. Glancing at the store beside it, you read out “FAMILY VIDEO.”

“When did they build that there? Last time I was here, it was a Pizza Hut.”

“They built it about a year ago,” Dustin explained as he exited the car. “You should check it out; rent us a few movies for tonight,” he suggested once you had exited the car.

“Yeah, okay. That’s where I’ll be. No more than two hours, got it? I already have lots of homework to do.” you explained, earning a disgruntled ‘yes’ from the group.

 You parted ways at the arcade entrance, pacing over to Family Video. The glass door chimed upon your entrance, a familiar face glancing up from the counter as you stepped in the store.

“Uh, hi there. Need help finding anything? Romance is in the middle on this side, and oldies are across from those.” Steve finished, flashing his pearly smile.

“Oh, I’m just browsing, thank you.” You smiled softly back at him, your memory slowly coming back. You read his nametag, “STEVE”. You knew that name. Steve Harrington, king of Hawkins High, junior prom king, and most importantly, Nancy’s ex-boyfriend.

Perusing the aisles, you finally settled on the Sci-Fi section, bending over to read the movie descriptions.

“Time Bandits, great movie.”

You jolted up, grabbing your chest. “Jeez, give a girl some warning.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Steve apologized, looking genuinely regretful. Leaning against one of the end caps, he started, “I’m Steve, by the way. Are you new to town? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

“I—well, I’m kind of new around here, I guess. I’m Y/N.” You reached out your hand, and he accepted it and shook it gently.

“Y/N, nice name,” he winked, cringing right after. You laughed it off with a soft chuckle.

“That was really bad, Dingus; do better. Hi, I’m Robin.” A girl with small features and short hair offered, walking up beside the two of you. 

 “Y/N,” you replied, staring at the glare Steve shot at Robin. “You’re in the band, right? I saw you guys at the pep rally this morning.” 

Robin responded, chatting and asking about your personal life. Steve managed to listen for a few minutes but soon got bored and annoyed that his supposed wingman had ruined his shot. 

Exactly two hours after you had arrived at Family Video, Dustin and the others straggled in the store, various conversations happening between them. “Y/N,” Dustin expressed tiredly as he searched the store for you. 

Steve appeared from behind the counter, huffing a little. “They’re in the back, Henderson, and why are you looking for Y/N?”

Dustin pushed past the counter and into the back as the others examined the store. Robin and you were sitting in the breakroom, chatting away, not aware of the angry 14-year-old in the doorway. “Ready to go? The streetlights are on, and Mom’s gonna wonder where we are after a while. Lucas beat me at space invaders, and now we’re not on speaking terms.” 

You both stood up from the conversation, walking over to Dustin. “Hey Dus, don’t worry about the Lucas thing; it’ll blow over soon,” Robin suggested, offering a side hug to him, which he accepted. 

“Yeah, let’s go home. See you tomorrow, Robin!” You smiled back at her as you made your way to the front. Walking towards the glass doors, you turned back around. “See ya later, Steve; don’t let Robin keep you in a bad mood,” you giggled, walking towards the car. All but Dustin followed, hanging back by the counter.

“Lucas is such an asshole; he beat me at—what’s got you in such a mood?” Dustin asked, raising his eyebrow and earning a chuckle from Steve. 

“How do you know Y/N? I’ve never seen her before.” Steve stated.

“Dude, she’s my cousin. She used to come and stay up here all the time when we were younger, but she had some family problems and moved up here to live with us.”

Steve’s eyes went big as he processed the information. He had a big fat crush on the cousin of his best friend, his 14-year-old, nerd of a best friend. “Steve… earth to Steve…” Dustin trailed off, waving his hand in front of the older one’s face. 

“Sorry… she… You’ve never mentioned her before…” Steve trailed off, peeking across the counter and through the glass doors at you through the windshield. Lucas was in the front seat, and you were obviously having a serious conversation with him, his face very expressive. 

“Must have slipped my mind.” Dustin threw his hands up in the air as he backed up, pushing against the door. “See you tomorrow, dude.” 

As Steve watched Dustin reluctantly join the conversation with you and Lucas, Steve’s mind wandered, taking in your image and recording it to memory.

Putting the car in park, the kids were quick to race for their bikes. “You guys better be back here at 7:30, or you’re not getting a ride in the morning!” You yelled out, and the rings of bike bells responded. Dustin grabbed your backpack as well as his and made his way inside.

“There you are! How was the first day of school?” Aunt Claudia gasped from her chair, the low hum of Wheel of Fortune playing on the TV.

“It was okay, I saw Nancy and met some new people. Overall, it was pretty okay.” You approached her chair, leaning over and hugging her.

“My day was fine too, Mom, thanks for asking.” Dustin joked, appearing beside you. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go tell Suzie how my day was.”

Dustin scrambled out of the room as soon as his mom replied, earning a chuckle from the both of you. “Meet any cute boys or girls? Doesn’t matter to me!” Aunt Claudia leaned over her chair arm as you placed yourself on the couch.

“No... well, I guess. Different pretty people at every school, ya know? No one in particular.” At that very moment, the line in your room began to ring. Aunt Claudia had gotten you an individual line because you “were almost grown and needed privacy.” In reality, it was so that you would stay off the main line so she could access Sports Phone and keep up with the latest scores. You excused yourself as you trekked down the hall, shutting the door behind you. 

“Hello? Who is this?” you answered, confusion visible on your face.

“Hi, um, is this Y/N?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“Great. This is Steve, from Family Video. We met a little while ago,” he chuckled awkwardly.

“Steve? How did you get this number?” You were very confused as to why the Family Video counter boy was calling you and how he even knew where to reach you.

“That’s not really important—wait, don’t think I’m creepy, please. I just wanted to ask how you were, is all.”

You giggled in response, readjusting the phone in your hand. “I’m okay, thank you. How are you?”

“I’m good, good. Thanks. I wanted to ask you a question.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Where do you sit at lunch?”

The line went silent for a second. “Um, in the cafeteria? With Dustin and the kids? Why do you ask?”

Steve sighed, “I wanted to ask if you would maybe wanna come with me to lunch tomorrow, all of the seniors usually leave campus for lunch and all—you are a senior, right?”

“Yeah, I am, and I’d be delighted to come with you.” 

“Really? Okay great, I’ll meet you by the library after 4th period?”

“Sounds like a deal, see you then.” The grin on your face was wider than it had ever been.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.”

“See you tomorrow, Stevie.”

The line went silent, and you clasped the phone to your chest, joy spreading through you. It was nice to know that you were starting to make friends. 

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