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Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader

This will be multiple parts :D

Summary: Y/n Henderson has lived a pretty ordinary life considering what she has been involved in. She has an edgy but loving boyfriend and caring friends she wouldn't trade for anything. When a new problem erupts, Y/n is more involved than she would have hoped.

Mentions : mentions of abuse & daddy issues,

Word Count : 2,130

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Everyone loved Y/n Henderson. She was one of those girls where if you hated her, you were practically a monster because she could do nothing wrong. Whether it was her cheerful, upbeat attitude that drew everyone to her or her preppy cheerleader status, everyone saw her as something they wanted to be.

Y/n Henderson had her future planned out. She was one of the few to try to leave Hawkins and be accepted into a school outside. Unlike Carol, the old captain, she wasn't a total bitch which made the cheer team even more popular with everyone loving Team Captain Henderson.

And her looks drew people in. She was always mentioned in those smash or pass games. Girls would even ask her about makeup advice. She didn't bother to hide her routine. A little bit of concealer in places. Add in some blush, and put that color on your lip. Next, curl your lashes and add a bit of mascara but not enough to it clumpy. Then to finish it off, add on some shimmery pink lip gloss. And always, always remember to wear a little bit of pink because pink is a beautiful color.

There was one thing that confused everyone, which was her boyfriend, Eddie the Freak Munson. No one understood how he managed to get with her. Considering that he was at the bottom of the pyramid and she was on the very tip of it. Students were convinced he conducted a ritualistic sacrifice to get his 'dream girl' 

Although Y/n had many potential love interests, there was one thing Eddie was able to do that none of the others could. He could make her laugh. Not a light giggle or anything but a full-blown laugh. One where she's clutching onto her stomach and desperately gasping for air until she can only silently laugh because it's too much.

To Y/n, Eddie was the perfect guy to her. Seeing as no one really tried to learn about her and instead based everything on what they heard, she never felt known. Eddie made that feeling fade away.

The day she met Eddie was a day she would never forget. It was the day after a giant football game. The cheer team had finished their routine, resulting in the crowd bursting out in loud roars. A successful day like usual. The football team along with the cheer team wanted to go out for dinner. And although they pushed the teen to go along, she politely refused.

Y/n didn't live too far away, maybe 30 minutes by walking. As usual, she put on her headphones and happily hummed along to her favorite song at the moment, Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne. Something about it pumped her and made her feel like doing something deviant or dangerous.

The day her little brother walked into her listening to it while she was in a ruffling light pink nightgown along with fluffy pink slippers, his mind was slightly blown. Dustin stayed up the rest of the night trying to understand how his sister could dress so girly while still liking metal...

Unbeknownst to the teen, a particular male's ears perked up as the girl he least expected to be listening to that type of music strolled by. He couldn't help but feel his heart flutter as she softly sang along with a smile. Without a thought, Eddie raced up to her and tapped her shoulder.

Y/n turned around and flashed a toothy smile before pulling her headphones off, "oh hey! Is something wrong, Eddie?" She gave a confused little grin, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

He shook his head and cleared his throat somewhat embarrassed, clueless about what he should say. "you know my name?" He squeaked out while sheepishly scratching the back of his kneck and leaning back.

The female hummed, "Yeah. Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club. I would have to be pretty airheaded to not know who you are." She softly chuckled and began hugging her body. "Look, it would be cool to talk, but I have to get home soon. It's already dark, and I have to walk. So I really don't want--"

"I can drive you home!" He exclaimed.

Her tongue gently swiped over her bottom lip, "Really? Because it would be super cool if you could. I'm not a big fan of the dark, so..."

"yeah," Eddie casually smiled.

When they got into the car, Eddie had expected the atmosphere to be filled with total awkwardness, but it was only coming from him. There was nothing about Y/n's body language that said she was uncomfortable.

"So, Crazy Train, huh?" He said while gently turning the wheel.

"Yeah! One of my favorite songs, but I'm not sure how much longer I'll love it because I usually play them until I'm completely over the song." She turned to face Eddie. "You know?"

He nodded his head, "Yeah, totally understand. Just thought you might be into Madonna or some shit like that." He scoffed.

Y/n cocked to her side, "Well, I never said I didn't like her music. I don't think she's bad if that's what you're alluding to." She tugged a piece of hair behind her ear and struggled. "I like branching out and stuff. Just because something seems true about a person doesn't mean it is..." She trailed off when looking out to the window.

Eddie scrunched up his face, "Didn't mean it in a bad way, Henderson. You're just full of surprises." He sighed while pulling into her driveway.

Y/n's hand rested on the door hinge, but instead of leaving, she turned back to Eddie.

"Thanks for the ride. I really do appreciate it."

"Yeah, no problem." He smiled softly.

The teen let out a soft chuckle and silently prayed he wouldn't be able to see her face beginning to flush.

Eddie stares at her in confusion, "Not to be rude, but are you going to get off?"

"yeah!" Y/n awkwardly smiled before finally opening the door. "I really like your vibe, Munson." She reached into the pocket of her cheer uniform and pulled a pen from her jacket pocket. "Call me? I mean, only if you want to hang out or if you ever just want to talk." Y/n stuck her hands in her pocket.

The curly-haired male nodded his head with wide eyes as he took the paper. In what universe would Eddie Munson ever get the number of the most popular girl at school?

That day was the start of the beginning for the two of them. Y/n quickly found herself falling for him, and although it took him a little longer to understand his feelings, he fell harder.

Y/n never cared about what everyone said to her about him. After all, she knew the real Eddie, not the one based on lies and rumors.

All of that led them to this week. A week meant to be fun but one that turned into a living hell. Y/n knew about the upside down, of course she did. Dustin couldn't keep his mouth shut, so she knew about everything like Eleven. That was also because her brother and his friends required someone to help them look for Will. So, she had been a part of everything since the beginning.

It was the morning of the basketball championship. Behind her happy demeanor, Y/n felt off. Her head was constantly pounding making it 

 to do even the most simple tasks. Along with that, she had grown accustomed to both frequent nose bleeds and of course, the nightmares. They were the worst. Somehow, things would start off good and then quickly take a turn for the worst. Strangely enough, they always included her dad.

Everyone found it hard to believe that Y/n and Dustin were related. What most people didn't know was there was an actual reason for that. The two had different dads. Unlike Dustin's father who walked out after hearing about the pregnancy, Y/n's stayed longer than he should have.

He wasn't a good dad. He was far from that. He was a monster who was capable of disguising himself. Y/n refused to believe it at first. He always apologized for hitting her but continued doing it anyway. Y/n excused it, thinking that maybe, just maybe he would change. He only got worse. Locking her in her room, refusing to feed her, hitting her. Her least favorite part was being stripped down to the bare minimum and having her wait outside for her mother. 

He loved power. He loved having control, and if he couldn't have authority over his ex-wife, he would have it over her daughter.

In her nightmares, Y/n would relive those horrid memories she had convinced herself she had buried deep down. The teen would wake up in a cold sweat, tears falling down her face, and to her loud uneven breathing. She refused to tell anybody though. Why should they worry?

Everything was going well, besides the headache. Y/n spent time with Eddie, laughed with her friends, and cheered as Lucas made the winning basket. After the game, she excused herself to use the restroom. As usual, she grabbed a bottle of pills and took more than she could count. Y/n wanted the pain to be gone. If one wasn't doing the trick, would it be so bad taking more?

Something was different when she walked out of the bathroom. Her body froze at the hidden figure peaking at her from the corner of a wall.

"Hello?" She croaked out while taking a few steps forward. Her head snapped back as the loud chime of a grandfather clock echoed in her head.

"babygirl..."

Y/n stood frozen in place. Her mouth hung slightly ajar as she let out panicked breaths. She tightly clenched her fist and looked down at the ground.

A hand rested on her shoulder and gently squeezed, "It's okay, Daddy's here now. No need to be scared." He hummed into her ear

She swallowed, "Go away, Dad." The teen tightly closed her eyes and allowed a shaky cry to leave her lips.

The male in the back of her let out an agitated groan. "You're really going to through a fit? God, why don't you just fucking grow up and stop living in that fantasy you have, Y/n." He slurred and tighter his grip on her causing her to wince.

"You're hurting me!" She cried out while clawing at his arm.

"it's not my fault you decide to act like a little shit. You chose to be this way and wonder why you always have to be punished for your shitty-ass behavior."

Y/n squirmed around and tried to shake him off, but her legs couldn't move. Tears fell from her eyes as she desperately called for help to anyone who would listen.

"You think they'd really come to save a slut like you? If anything, they would want to have their way with you."

"Let go of me!" Y/n sobbed while throwing her head back, trying to get him to let go. He didn't budge but instead, let out a deep cry.

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled and wrapped his arms around the teen. "I don't mean to act like this with you, Darling."

Y/n continued to squirm around until she finally broke loose of his grasp. She ran to go knows where but made sure she was far away from him. All she knew was she needed to get away. 

"Y/n!" A voice angrily hollered out from behind her.

Her head snapped back, and a faint sigh left her lips.

"I've been waiting here for - Oh shit, what happened?" Dustin ran to his crying sister and held her close.

She stood there frozen in place, not knowing what to tell him. This was all in her head, and she didn't want her little brother to know how shitty her dad was. It would be embarrassing.

"oh, just spooked myself, I guess!" She let out a soft, obviously forced chuckle and motioned for her brother to get into the car. He didn't buy it. He wished his sister realized he wasn't stupid enough to. Yet, he didn't push. He knew something was off but didn't want to force her to tell him. It would come naturally soon enough.

Y/n laid on her bed with a stoic expression resting on her face. Her fingers played with the white ruffly hem of her light pink nightgown. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched and especially couldn't shake off the thoughts racing through her head.

The phone ringing brought her out of her trance.

"This is Y/n speaking."

"Hey Princess"

"Eddie?"

Also spoiler if you scroll down for a lil fun fact (doesn't affect the plot but still)

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Eddie Munson x Gn!MayfieldReader

It's not confirmed Eddie's gonna die, but like I'm 99% sure he won't make it, so before anything is confirmed, I thought it would be fun to write a little Eddie Oneshot ;) btw this is uneditted

Summary : After the events of season 4, Y/n is lost. Based on the song Alone Again by Gilbert O'Sullivan

Mentions : popular x loner trope, angst, slight sexual content

Word Counts : 896 words

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Things were off. Maybe it was the outside world, or perhaps it was just you.

After all the shit went down, you and Steve left for a good while. There was no real plan, but you both needed to get out. So you did. You two left without telling anyone.

Most nights ended with the two of you crying into each other arms. The guilt was building up and slowly overfilling. A majority of the time, you guys stayed in a multitude of hotels and just cuddled with the tv playing in the background.

The two of you understood each other's feelings. Both of you had lost someone who meant the world to you guys.

Max Mayfield was an extraordinary young lady who had such a bright future ahead of her. More importantly, she was your baby. Since the day she was born, you knew you were blessed to have such a lovely younger sister.

After the death of Billy, things started to change. Both of you tried to avoid the topic and tried to be happy. But it was just too hard.

Vecna had gotten both of you. First, it was Max, but thankfully you at least remember her favorite song. Then it was you when you and the other teens were trapped in the upside-down. You were so close to getting out too. Eddie managed to save you though. There was no music player so instead, he started singing your favorite song.

God, you loved him.

Everything that happened before total hell broke loose seemed like a blur to you. Then Vecna got a hold of Max, and everything went wrong. What was worse is you were with her when it happened. You tried your best to put up a fight against Vecna, but he merely used his vines to trap you. All you could do was shout hopelessly as he clawed his fingers in her gorgeous blue eyes. The ones you had always been jealous of.

Then everyone started to drop one by one. Nancy, Argyle, Mrs. Wheeler, Robin, and Mike. After all of that death, you stupidly believed it would be over.

And then Vecna tried to get you again, but once again, Eddie pulled you out of your trance.

Eddie the Freak Munson, the one man you loved with all your heart. And you would tell anyone that. Of course, when the school found out, your popularity went down, but you didn't care. You loved him. You loved him so fucking much it hurt.

His chapped lips pressed against your own was something you fantasized about constantly. You thought about how his veiny hands would slide across your chest, and every time you would shiver when his cold metal rings would touch your bare skin. Especially how he could make your body lose complete control with a single touch. He knew all your sweet spots and used his skills to try and make you feel like you were in heaven. And he did. No other man could do that to you.

Eddie was different from everyone else in Hawkins. He understood you better than anyone else in the universe could. You didn't feel like you had to put a mask around him. Growing up with the other kids, you felt alone. You felt nothing you did was good enough and would never be. You didn't feel special. Then Eddie raondomly showed up at a party and the two of you hit it off.

Maybe it was the drunk sex you two had that night, but after that party, you were inseparable. You practically forced Steve to become his friend.

You couldn't fully remember what led up to it. All you knew was Steve held onto your body tightly. You punched, clawed, and did everything in the book to make him let go, but he didn't budge. Even Steve had tears falling down the side of his face as the bats swarmed around him, around the both of them.

They both put up a good fight and as much as the two of you wanted to assist them in it, it was too late. Steve could hardly stand because of how much blood he had lost and his body was so worn down it would only cause trouble. How well could you fight with a dislocated arm?

So the two of you tried to hop over to them. Maybe you guys could act as a distraction. But you guys were too weak to make it.

You recalled shouting his name at the top of your lungs as the bat took a large bite from his neck. His blood continued to soak his shirt, but he kept trying to play until they swarmed him.

And then it just had to get worse. Once Eddie's body had been left to bits, they turned to the curly-haired brunette. His death was swift though.

You and Steve stayed there for a while. Both of you cried out until nothing would come out. Then you made your way out of that horrid place.

It was crazy to think that just a few weeks prior, you were cheerful and excited for the future. Now you were a total mess. Just a random person wandering around. The only noticeable features were the greasy hair and large bags under your eyes.

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Construction criticism is always appreciated. I do take requests :D Also, it's the last day of pride month so why not do something gay?

Summary : Scared to come out of the closet because of what the outside world might think, Y/n falls in a deep whole until she unexpectedly runs into someone.

Mentions : slight suicidal thoughts, homophobia

Word Count : 1,079

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Ever since you were younger, you always wondered why you couldn't be normal. Sure, your brother was practically the most popular guy in school but that didn't make you feel any more normal.

When it came to your brother, you were slightly scared of him. Of course, you knew Steve was a good guy, but you didn't know whether or not he would be accepting of you. And you didn't want to risk your relationship with him.

Stuck. You were absolutely stuck in a role you hated. One of the most thought-after girls in Hawkins. Pretending that you want to kiss him but rather, you wished it could be her.

The first day you passed her in the halls, it was love at first sight. Something about her was so enticing, but you knew you didn't have a chance. Even if there was the slimmest chance of Robin Buckely being gay, why would she go after you? You hung out with all the douchebags anyway so who would want to date you?

You watched her from the shadows. Hell, you were tempted to join band just to talk to her. Instead, Carol got you on the cheer team making the two of you live in two different worlds.

What made everything worse was Steve trying to find you a good man. You wished every night he would understand that's not what you want and never would.

Sometimes you thought life would be easier if you just didn't exist. Maybe in your next life, you would be normal.

Slowly, you began to resent your older brother. You were mad that he was an asshole to anyone who wasn't like him. You were angry that he chose to hang out with even bigger assholes. You were upset that he kept trying to control your life. And you were jealous he was able to love who he wanted to love.

You had seen the protest on Tv. Everyone has! Where they say it's not acceptable and is downright wrong. And you've seen your dad sit on the couch and nod his head. Big man's proud his kids are 'normal'; you guys aren't freaks. You were far from everything the world thought you were. You were basically an actor.

"Steve!" You exclaimed as he proceeded to break Jonathan Byer's camera.

It was wrong of him to do. The pictures were so wrong but in a way, photography was his escape. That camera didn't look cheap either. Yes, he deserved it, but a part of you felt wrong.

"Yeah! Get the hell out of here, queer." He mumbles while swinging back around to face you, Tommy, and Carol. "He deserved it."

You scoffed, "Yeah, maybe he did but did you have to call him that?"

Steve casually shrugged and rolled his eyes, "Why does it matter Y/n? If he did that to you, I would have beat his ass."

"That's not what I'm talking about!" You exclaimed before walking in the other direction.

"Where are you going?" He shouted out with a confused expression.

"Fuck off Steve!"

You could faintly hear Carol and Tommy start laughing, but you didn't care. Once you knew they couldn't see you, you ran. Where to? You didn't know. You just couldn't bear to see your brother's asshole behavior.

As much as you tried not to think about it, Steve's words bounced around in your head. He really would hate you if he found out, wouldn't he? Then he would tell dad and--- you didn't even want to think about it.

You could feel your heart wanting to jump out of your chest and your eyes beginning to sting with tears. So you shut them and kept running. That's what you did until you ran face-first into something and slammed into the ground.

"Why the hell....." You could feel your face beginning to turn bright red with embarrassment. You quickly jumped up and dusted off your pants before reaching your hand out. "here, let me help you."

The freckled girl scoffed and got up on her own before beginning to walk away.

A pain in your heart made your mouth start speaking, "I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."

She turned around with her arms crossed. An annoyed expression was present on her face. "Yeah, sure. Apology accepted."

Her raspy voice made your heart just utterly melt. As she began to walk away, you took a few steps forward.

"Robin!" You called out without a single thought in your head.

The brunette swung around with a confused face, "You know my name?"

You rapidly nodded your head, "Yeah. Robin Buckley. A sophomore who's in band and plays the trumpet. Usually eats lunch in the hallways and always, always has an apple with her."

She lets out a little chuckle, "Observant, aren't you, Harrington?" She looked behind you and then behind her. "So, where are they?"

This time, you let out an awkward laugh, "What?"

Robin scoffed, "This has to be some sort of prank because there is no other reason why one of the most popular girls at this school is talking to me."

Nervously, you begin to fiddle with a piece of your hair, "Yeah, no prank. Just me. I was actually trying to get away from my brother and his friends. Sometimes, they're way too douchey."

"No not just sometimes, all the time."

You let out a hearty laugh, "You can say that again. It's called having no brain cells."

Robin raised a brow, "The asshole gene didn't get passed down to you, did it?" A sly smile is present on her face.

"Steve took all of it. Absorbed it like nutrients."

A soft sigh leaves your lips as the brunette lets out a loud chuckle. Your eyes can't help but scan her body as she continues on with her chuckling. Soon enough, you can feel a heat rush up to your head making you snap your head in a different direction.

"if you're so different from him, how about we hang out?"

Your eyes open wide. You smile as a happy dog would. "Yeah! No, yeah! I would totally be up to it. I'm like free every day besides cheer practice, but I'm 100% willing to skip for you." You slap a hand against your head and turn away embarrassed. Too obvious. God, you really need to learn how to talk to girls.

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Constructive criticism is always appreciated

Summary : After a bad fight with her dad, Y/n is sent across the country to move in with her mom and little brother. When their mother can't make it to pick her up, her little brother takes it upon himself to do it himself.

Mentions : just some fluff with a small droplet of daddy issues

Word Count : 1,372 words

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"Sorry, Steve! I'm busy today." The curly-haired boy happily grinned while shutting the door on his older friend.

The male stuck his foot in making Dustin open the door once more with an annoyed look on his face this time.

"Come on Henderson! We've had this planned for like 2 weeks now!" Steve complained, his face scrunching up.

Dustin gave a blank stare and casually shrugged, "Got more important things to do---"

The sound of the phone ringing caused both males to freeze. The fourteen-year-old let out a sigh and went to the phone to answer.

Steve rested his body on the door frame and let out a few grumbles under his breath. He and Dustin had planned to go to the arcade. It would be a win for both of them. Dustin would get to play his games meanwhile Steve would impress the ladies with his babysitting skills.

After Nancy, Steve had too many failed relationships to count so he was getting pretty desperate.

"Mom!" Dustin screamed into the phone while racing around the house to go collect a few things. He grabbed onto Steve on the way out. "GET IN THE CAR AND DRIVE!"

The older male didn't hesitate to race into the car and slam his foot on the gas.

Still, he wondered what was so important.

"wait-- so you're telling me, after all this time, you had a sister?" Steve scoffed with a mind-blown expression on his face.

"yes! I told you like a million times in the car and yet you can't get that single fact in your head?!" He exclaimed while giving Steve a frustrated look.

Harrington raised a brow, "Calm down man--"

Dustin shook his head, "I can't calm down! This is my first time seeing my sister in years, Steve! Years I say! I was going to shower so I don't smell like total shit but then my mom had to fricking bail!" He sunk down in his seat with a giant frown plastered on his face.

"Hey," Steve placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm sure no matter how bad you smell, your sister will be happy to see you."

The young teen swallowed and nodded his head. He proceeded to then quickly mess with his hair to make it look as nice as possible.

Steve rolled his eyes.

"Alright, ten minutes until the plane lands." He turned to Steve with an anxious gaze. "It's time." Dustin exited the car and began to walk away but came to halt once he noticed the taller boy wasn't behind him.

"That means you too Steve!" He shouted while motioning him to follow.

The male let out a sigh and reluctantly left his car, "Only because I might be able to meet some fine ladies."

Dustin had never really understood his friend's obsession with being in a relationship. Of course, with his friends all having girlfriends, he was slightly envious but not desperate to hit on every girl he saw, unlike Steve.

"yeah, just no hitting on my sister." The boy demanded in a stern tone.

Steve scoffed, "Oh please Henderson. If she looks exactly like you, there would be no way I would go for her."

Dustin shot him a glare and slapped his shoulder. "My sister's one of the prettiest girls I've ever met, okay? Say anything mean about her or to her and I will snap you in half." He threatened and it was evident the young teen was not joking.

Harrington let out an awkward chuckle and continued walking.

To say that Dustin loved his sister would be an understatement. She was practically his idol. Y/n was smart but a total airhead at times. She was popular while still loving the things typically considered nerdy. Most of all, she never cared what other people thought and that's what drew everyone to her.

Unlike their father, Y/n constantly called him. It was her goal to call him at least once a week and to send a package of things from California every month. And each time Dustin got the package, he'd brag to his friends about how cool his older sister was. There were times that Y/n would stay on the phone for hours with him and sometimes when his friends would come over, she'd talk to them too. Once, she stayed on the phone for three hours and played DnD with him and his friends. Dustin never forgot about it. To this day, it was probably his favorite game of DnD that he ever played.

Y/n was a hero to Dustin. He hated how shitty their dad treated you so when he heard about the giant fight between the two of you, he was happy you'd be moving in with them. Yet, he understood that you were upset about having to leave the only world you knew behind. He was going to do his best to get you to adjust. Even if that meant sneaking into the high school and pretending to be a high schooler.

"So, we just stand here?" Harrington raised a brow while picking at his fingernails.

Dustin shrugged, "Well that's what they always do in the movies."

A crowd of people came down from the top of the escalator, causing a panicked Dustin to turn to his older friend.

"Don't you say anything weird or flirty. Don't you dare mention anything about the upside down or so help me Steve I will slap you so hard all your hair will fall off and you will no longer be a lady magnet!"

Steve looked at Dustin in disgust and wiped away the saliva the boy had accidentally spat off his face.

Dustin fixed his posture before smiling widely and waiting patiently for his sister to come down. But when she didn't come down with the rest of them, he began to feel an uneasiness in his stomach. It wasn't until he heard a loud squeal that he felt like he was going to burst due to the amount of happiness he felt.

"Dusty!" Y/n excitedly squealed out. She dragged her things behind her and shoved past the crowd to get on her little prince.

The older teen practically leaped at her younger brother and tightly wrapped her arms around him. Dustin let out a loud hearty chuckle and nuzzled his head into her shoulder.

As the two pulled away, Y/n grabbed onto his face. Her eye softened as she sighed, "You've gotten so big already, Buddy."

"oh, Y/n! This is my friend, Steve! Steve, this is Y/n, my very awesome older sister." He nudges the brunette with his elbow but when the older teen made no noise, he turned to him.

Steve stared ahead in a trance at the angelic-looking girl standing right in front of him. He was in total shock that the two in front of him could be siblings. They looked nothing alike besides having the same eyes and hair color.

As Y/n gave him gentle eyes, his heart began to melt. And then, she hit him with a smile. A gorgeous toothy smile that made him lose all thoughts and just stare with a goofy grin on his face.

"hey." He leaned on Dustin.

Y/n let out a chuckle, "Nice to meet you, Steve. I've heard lots of great things about you." Y/n raised her brows and bit down on her bottom lip as she turned to Dustin.

Steve's smile grew, "And what has my dear friend said?"

"Make sure to keep my distance from you since you're a player."

The older male turned to the boy beside him and glared. Dustin gave him a sheepish smile and began to back up.

"but~" The girl walked up to Harrington and looked into his eyes."I think you're way too cute to stay away from."

A large grin grew on Steve's face. He took a step closer to the girl. The large smile on his face disappeared as Dustin shoved him to the side. He grabbed onto his sister's hand and began to run like it was life or death.

The girl let out a yelp and ran with her luggage in her hand.

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

A/n : this is my first time posting on Tumblr so don't be scared to give me some construction criticism

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Summary : Y/n has been in love with Steve since they were children. Everything changed when Steve turns a different page and leaves Y/n behind. When they meet again, Y/n realizes her feelings never went away.

Mentions : depressive thoughts, one sided romance, heartbreak, suicidal tendencies

You hated to admit it but you had been in love with Steve Harrington since the first day you met him. As a kindergarten, you didn't fully understand what your parents meant by getting a divorce. For a hot second, your immature mind thought it might of been a good thing.

That was until your mother moved out. That's when it hit you that divorce wasn't a good thing.

Tommy Hagan, your neighbor, was one of the first to hear about your parents divorce and he wasted no time picking fun at you because of it. Every minute of every day, he bullied you non stop until one day you just went silent instead of arguing. The young boy stood their confused but still continued.

The next thing you knew, he was on the ground holding his eye and crying like a baby.

"That's what you get..... bitch..." You snarled while flipping her hair.

And that's when you saw him, Steve Harrington. Your heart fluttered as he laughed at the boy crying in the ground.

From that day on, you two were close. Constant playdates, lunch swapping and playing stupid made up games.

Everything was good until highschool hit. The two of you went two different directions. Steve started getting close to Tommy and soon was one of the most popular kids. His preppy style and love for sports brought him to the top of the pyramid.

On the other hand, there was you. Your love for grunge and singing songs on your guitar while occasionally rocking out with Eddie Munson or Jonathan Byers had brought you to the very bottom. You'd been classified as one of the freaks.

For a while, you didn't mind. Popularity never really mattered to you. It was a foolish thing to think that.

Slowly, you felt Steve pulling away from you. The constant excuses of being sick and grounded just broke you to bits. The one day, you just stopped. Why chase a guy who wanted nothing to do with you?

It was painful to watch your first love and your best friend fade into a different person. You spent endless nights crying in your pillow and wishing that he would someday change his mind and come back. There were multiple nights that you were lost in the though if you dying. And each time you thought of it, you'd imagine he would be there. Steve would be there and apologize for being a shitty friend and would show he cared.

But that was all a fantasy. A stupid fucking fantasy.

Unlike the other "freaks", you were never bullied. Tommy was scared of you and warned the others to stay away from you like you were a plague.

You helped in the search of Will Byers seeing as he was your friend's brother but ended up getting looped into a new world of things you wished you could unsee.

When Dustin Henderson came for you to help, you didn't hesitate and helped him with everything he needed. That included trapping an interdimensional dog in a storm cellar.

Before you had time to even breath, you were working with the one person you doubted you would ever talk to again.

His eyes staring into your own ignited a flame you thought had been blown out. When he stood by you, you couldn't ignore the way your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. How when his hand brushed against his, your body just melted and everything would feel so right.

It was the night after everything had finally finished. The demodogs we're finally gone, the mind flayer had been defeated, and the gate had finally been closed.

To blow off steam, you went your own way. Not really wanting to be apart of the celebration at the Byers. Nobody protested when you left. They were just all so excited to have life return to normal.

Unbeknownst to your knowledge, Steve had filled you into the forest. It wasn't until you heard a large snap from behind you that you noticed.

You had heard from Jonathan that him and Nancy had sorta broken up. Not officially but both parties knew their time together was coming to an end.

"Why are you following me?" You questioned while resting your body on the side of a random tree.

Steve casually shrugged, "Just felt like it." He replies casually much to your dismay. His hand ran through his hair making your heart burn.

"I was thinking-- I dunno." Steve took in a sharp breath and began walking up to you. "Y/n..." He breathed while blocking you from leaving.

Your mind went blank and your body went totally numb as his soft lips pressed against your own. Of course you wanted to kiss him. You really wanted to fucking kiss him. Maybe call him your own and finally become what you always wanted to be.

Instead, a pit in your stomach grew and a single tear fell from your eye. You pushed him away.

"No." You said sternly while harshly biting on your bottom lip.

"what? No it's obvious you like me Y/n!" He reasoned and furrowed his bushy eyebrows.

You shook your head and sighed, "I do. I can't lie Steve. I've been in love with your for years but I not going to do this. I'm not going to be your rebound after Nancy."

The brunette in front of you scoffed, "A rebound?"

"Steve, it's been like two fucking weeks. You can't get over someone that quickly." You swallowed while trying to hold back the tears threatening to overflow.

"You're crazy..." He laughed while pacing back and forth. "You think I'd use you as a rebound? I thought we were friends!"

"We were friends!" You shouted. Your face scrunched up and you turned your head to the side. "We were friends until you blew me off to be friends with Tommy and Carol. And maybe we had something going on okay? A redemption of some sorts but Steve, you ruined it. I'm not going to let my feelings influence me into being a distraction for you!" A soft breath left your lips. "You can't use me as a distraction--"

"I can if I want!" He blurted out. Immediately his eyes filled with regret and he reached a hand out to you. "Y/n, I didn't--"