#byers reader

Steve grumbled. "Five more minutes." His arm snuck out to you, wrapping around your waist and bringing you back into the warmth of his chest and your covers.

"No, Steve-" you tried to protest before he started to convince you. A move of his bare hips against yours, his teeth nipping at your neck, hands roaming your chest. "Steve, mom's making breakfast."

He hummed as if he was listening but he pulled you further into him, holding you tight. "Five more minutes."

"I'm serious," you laughed.

"So am I."

You rolled your eyes and turned in his grasp to look at him. Through the sleep in his eyes and the mess of his hair, Steve pushed himself to lean up on his elbow, your covers slipping down his bare torso as he looked down at you. "Your hair," you chuckled, ruffling the mess of it.

He hummed, kissing you sweetly. "Hmm, and who's faults that?"

"Yours."

You remembered last night, Steve picking you up from school to go catch a film, bringing you back late in fits of laughter and roaming hands. You'd taken him to your room, turned on the music and spent all night in complete love with him.

When under the disguise of night you could have Steve to yourself. Without anyone bothering you, moms smothering you or brothers to question motives.

After all, it was no secret Jonathon Byers disliked Steve Harrington.

Steve had spent most of the night down on the bed, your head nestled between his thighs or on top, riding him slow and steady, taking all the time in the world until you were both a withering mess.

You shook your head against his lips. "Yours."

Steve broke away, looking down at you. For a moment, it looked like he was going to argue but his eyes softened. "You're so beautiful."

If Jonathon could see how Steve looked at you he'd never have any reason to doubt the kind of relationship the two of you had.

Steve flattened himself against you until you could feel the half-hardness of his stock stirring against your hot core. He moved atop you, caging you into the bed with no way of escape. Your hands crawled up his shoulders, pulling him in.

His hand slithered under you to your backside, squeezing the skin until you gasped and he could swipe his tongue into the warmth of your mouth. "I- I need you," he panted.

"But breakfast-"

"Screw breakfast, I need you." Steve kissed you like you were the only thing he'd be eating-

The door creaked open.

"Dude, what?!" you pushed Steve off you quickly, the both of you scrambling to cover yourself up.

Your little brother stood in the door way, taking up most of the space with his height the closer he got to seventeen. A hand covered over his eyes. "Mom's been calling you for food for five minutes."

"Jesus, Will, do you knock?" you complained. "You can open your eyes by the way."

He did so but kept his eyes up to your eyes. "Breakfast is getting cold," he said, quickly leaving.

"Door!" you called.

But it wasn't Will that tracked by to close your door, Jonathon was making his way by and paused in front of your door. He offered you a small morning smile, peeking into the mess that usually was his room. The curl of his lips dropped when he noticed the Steve shaped lump in your bed.

Steve stretched out. "Morning, Byers."

Your older brothers eyes were less than warm when they looked back at you and closed the door gently.

"Great."

Steve pushed the covers off him, walking around to gather his clothes thrown about the place and dress. "Breakfast will be fun."

You both dressed quick, throwing boxers and panties to each other, pulling down shirts while you pulled Steve's hoodie over you before walking out.

Ah- a full house. There was a space between your brothers for you and Steve to slip into, across from Hopper and El who were already making their way through their Ego's.

It wasn't new, having Hopper and El around and it wasn't like they didn't know about your boyfriend, Steve 'the hair' Harrington. But there was still silence as you sat down.

"Morning everyone," you greeted with a smile.

Hopper looked from you to Steve like he was playing disapproving dad. "Morning."

"Juice, honey?" offered Joyce, ready to get the carton from the fridge.

Steve stopped her, jumping up at once. "I've got it."

Joyce settled down. "Oh, thank you, Steve."

"It's no problem."

Steve was always on his best behaviour with your mom, doing everything to get her acceptance when he already had it. He'd proven he was great with Will and his friends and had proven more than once that he was willing to lie down his life for you and your brother(s). She didn't like that him and Jonathon had got into a fight years ago, but she liked that it was Steve that came out in cuts and bruises.

He set the juice down, pouring you a glass and topping up El's before filling his own.

There was silence again.

"Did you sleep well?" your mom asked.

"Oh yeah, great nights sleep," said Steve as he set his arm on the back of your chair.

Will chuckled to himself, on account of his room being un-fortunately next to yours, Jonathon's along the way.

Jonathon and you passed a look to Will who quietened down.

Steve chuckled away his blush but his hand moved from the back of your chair to under the table, gripping your thigh tight. Whether he was nervous or still getting hard under his jeans, you couldn't quite tell.

Jonathan tried to get the conversation back onto track. "I can give you guys a lift to school on my way into work."

"Don't sweat it, man, I've got it," shrugged Steve, taking a bite of the eggs Joyce made him. "Hm, oh, great eggs Mrs Byers."

"Oh, thank you Steve. And I've said, you can call me Joyce," she smiled.

"Yeah, she's said it a hundred times, Steve, call her Joyce," Jonathon all but snapped.

You looked at him, kicking him in the shin.

He kicked right back at you.

"Hey, what's going on?" snapped your mom.

You and Jonathon looked at her. "Nothing." you both dove back into your food, just like you were children again, getting caught arguing over tapes of The Clash.

Steve straightened, his fingers digging into your jeans. "I was just saying, Jonathon, I don't have work for another hour. Plenty of time to drop them off."

"But it's not on your way, it's on mine," said your brother.

"Yeah but your shift starts before mine, I have plenty of time to drop them off."

"I can drop off my own sister."

"I'm just offering to drop off my girlfriend, it's no big deal," said Steve, smiling over at you.

You knew Steve meant well, and Jonathon probably did to. He just was better at showing how badly he wanted to get back at Steve rather than take you to school with Will and El. "Jonathon, Steve's right, he's not working till eleven. Your shift starts in half an hour."

Jonathon took a deep breath but relented. "Fine, go with Steve. I'll take Will and El."

"Or we could all just go with Steve?" Said Will, as it made more sense but there wasn't much that needed to make sense to Jonathon at that point.

"No, you'll come in my car," said Jonathon. "Let's go."

He was already up and out of his chair, ditching his plate in the sink on the way out.

Joyce sighed. "Jonathon!"

Silence invaded the table again but your appetite left the room with your brother. Steve's hand soothed you, his thumb stroking up and down with care.

"You have bruises," said El, speaking up. She gestured to your neck where blue and purple marks were blooming. "There."

Steve chocked o his eggs.

Sometimes you wished El wouldn't talk as much as she did.

"Well I think I wanna go school now, Steve?" you pushed out of your chair, getting your boyfriend to follow you quickly before Joyce or Hopper could look to closely.

Will was too busy smirking down at his plate in amusement.

"Er- ow, um, thank you for the breakfast Mrs Byer- Joyce- Joyce! It was very nice, thank you!" Steve stuttered as you grabbed both of your bags and rushed out from the house.

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It was funny, looking back at it in the car with Steve. Your makeup bag was perched in your lap as you did your best to cover up the marks that Steve had left on you. They ran down your neck all the way to your chest. You were just thankful you didn't have gym.

"My god, I'm never gonna be able to show my face again," said Steve, holding his head in his hand.

"It's your fault!" you argued.

"Mine!?"

"Yes! If you weren't so needy you might not have gone so crazy, painting me like you're god damn Bob Ross!"

Steve scoffed. "What? Like you weren't enjoying it."

"Well I'm paying for it now," you said, patting down more powder on the marks. "God, I hope Jonathan didn't see, he'll kill you."

"Please-"

"Do I have to remind you when he beat your ass-"

"That was years ago and that was different you know it," said Steve, turning down a bend. "If we were to ... you know... get down to it now I would-" he glanced your way and caught the narrowing of your brows and the glare- "not hurt him because he's your brother."

You nodded, soothing your gaze. "Thank you."

"But do I not get some slack?" asked Steve, rubbing the stress away from his forehead. "Yes I was a dick back then but I think I'm better now."

You had to admit it, you'd never have considered dating the guy that beat up your brother and smashed his camera. You were dating that Steve that realised his wrongs and ditched all his ways, the Steve that always got your mom and Will Christmas presents, and always got Jonathon more camera equipment around that time of year. You dated the Steve that learnt to do your hair because your arms ached when you did it, the one that held you every night because you were terrified you'd wake with Will missing again or monsters crawling through your walls.

You were dating the Steve you loved.

You smiled. "A lot better."

Steve glanced your way and took your hand, kissing the back of it before dropping it in his lap.

The drive the rest of the way was silent but content.

Steve pulled up front of the school, students already piling in. He cut the engine and tugged your hand till you looked his way. "Hey, why don't you come round mine tonight? My parents are gone till Monday, it'll just be us."

"Just us?" you asked, teasing him with the raise of your brows.

"Yeah. You know, we can... study," he lifted his shoulders.

"Study?"

Steve glanced down to your lips. "Yeah study. Whole place to ourselves," he leant in, the hot breath of his mouth ghosting over your ear as he whispered. "Study in the living room... the kitchen... the pool."

"The pool?" you teased as his teeth nipped at your skin. "Won't I get wet?"

"Hm, that's what I'm hoping for."

You moved your head back, smashing your lips to his so hard that you could feel the indent of his teeth. But neither of you cared as Steve released your seatbelt along with his, the both of you scrambling over the console to get a hold of each other. His hands were firm around your neck, yours tangling in his hair at once and tugging till he whined.

"Baby," he mumbled against your lips. "Baby we gotta stop or-"

You kissed him, never relenting. "Or what?" You whispered, voice dropped low.

Steve smirked against you. "Or you’re not getting to class on time."

"Bummer."

Steve surged for you, drawing you close, so close you were seconds away from climbing over the console when there was a honk from a car parking right up next to you.

"What the-"

"Geez-"

You both turned, looking out your window and finding Jonathon, red in the cheeks, fumbling with his seatbelt.

Steve deflated in his seat, shaking his head. "Oh, come on."

You winded the window down as Jonathon got out the car, almost throwing his car door into Steve’s. It would’ve been a big thing. There was only one thing Steve loved more than you. His car. "Jonathon, what?"

El and Will got out, sneaking their way into school, glancing over their shoulder in case they missed anything that was about to happen.

"Nothing," he said. "Just making sure you get to class."

"I’ve got it, Byers," said Steve.

"Really? Cause that’s not what it looked like to me."

"Jesus, what I can’t kiss my girlfriend bye before school?"

Jonathon spluttered. "Not the way you were doing it, no!"

"Alright-" you got out of Steve's car with no announcement. You stood across from your older brother, folding your arms over your chest. "This has got to stop, Jonathon."

"He's-"

"He's with me," you said. "I get it, okay, I do, you don't like Steve for past grievances and cause he dated your girlfriend. You think I like that, I don't-"

Steve stepped out the car, loitering with his door open.

"But that's the past and I love him," you said.

Jonathon gulped, the muscles in his jaw moving as he clenched. His eyes looked past you to Steve. There was almost something sheepishly sorry in his gaze then.

"I love him so much," you tell him, knowing Steve was behind, listening, perhaps feeling guilty with how you had to defend your love because of the douche-bag he was before. You took your brothers hand. "And I love you so much. I respect that you don't always like Steve but for my sake please can you at least act happy for me."

"I am happy for you, I just... I..." he trailed off because there was nothing else he could say to defend himself and his feelings. "I don't want you to get your heartbroken. I couldn't bare it."

Your brothers heart was big, bigger than most would understand. The both of you had looked after each other, especially with your mom's keen eyes always on Will, it was important Jonathon looked after you and you him.

It was just now, you also had Steve to look out for you.

Jonathon wasn't used to that.

You squeezed your big brothers hand once more before letting it go. "I've got to go to class now, okay? I'll see you at home tonight, we can watch a film or something?"

Jonathon took a deep breath and nodded, backing to his car. "Alright. Sure. Just... get to class, and stop making out in the parking lot. Kids go here."

Steve walked around his car, glum in expression with your bag in hand. He mocked a salute. "Will do, Byers."

Jonathon reversed out the space slow, giving Steve one more careful glance. He drove off and Steve fell back against his car.

"You're not coming around tonight?" he pouted.

You rolled your eyes and leant next to him. "I wouldn't miss alone time with you for the world."

Steve's brows furrowed. "But you said you were catching a movie."

"Watching a movie doesn't take all night, Steve," you said, reaching over to sooth the crease between his brows. "Pick me up at nine?"

Realisation dawned on him and slowly, he broke out into a grin. "I love you."

"I know," you said. You figured spending time with your brother would ease tensions. No Steve, just you and the family. That way, you could spend a weekend un-interrupted with him.

Steve slung your bag over your shoulder, kissing you sweetly before he left you to the rest of the day.

And for the rest of the day he was left dreaming about all the things he'd do to you when he had you alone.

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Jonathon had picked a horror film, which was no surprise to you.

Even if you jumped at every pounce of the music and flinched every time there was a jump scare, Jonathon loved these films. He loved to see you scared and then laugh, breaking down what was actually happening, the melted bubble-gum or smoke machine they used for the effects. It seemed he knew every camera trick.

Will and El sat on the floor, a bowl of popcorn and plate of Ego's shared between them.

The movie ended by eight, when the sun was setting and you were left with jitters in your skin.

But your torture had the desired effect as Jonathon was laughing, smiling, forgetting you were dating the 'worst guy on earth' in his opinion. You went to bed, exhausted from school and Jonathon was happy to let you go.

By nine, Steve was dragging you through the door of his house, pushing you up against it and slamming it shut in the progress. His lips were quick on yours, prying them apart until your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, drawing it out in a moan.

"Oh, baby, I've missed you," he groaned, hands cupping your neck as he slid his tongue in your mouth, fighting to own it.

Your lips curled into a grin as you tilted your head back. "You saw me this morning."

Steve pulled away and smiled at you, peeling off his jacket. "Tell me about it."

Your hands were clumsy as they pushed Steve's jacket from his shoulders, wrapping you arms around him to draw him in.

Steve kissed your neck, hands in your hips as he dragged you away from the door and through his house. Neither of you were letting up, stumbling your way in as Steve kept one hand on you, the other searching around the wall for a light switch. "I can't-"

"What?" you mumbled, hands, fiddling with his belt.

"The light."

Steve looked aside to find the light switch, turning them on but you'd already dragged your lips down his neck, biting playfully at his flesh. His large hand held the back of your head, keeping you there a moment longer until your hand ran over the clothed harness of his cock. He fisted your hair and pulled enough to get your lips again.

His hands pulled at your top, yanking it over your head and throwing it aside. You both found your way up against another wall, gasping at the cold press of it.

Your dragged your hands under Steve's shirt, feeling the hardness of his back and the hairs on his chest.

Steve's tongue ran over yours, making a mess of your mouth while his fingers pulled at your jean buttons, getting them lose enough to slide his hand in and feel how wet you were. "Oh baby," he cooed.

Your mouth was stuck agape as he wasted no time, sliding two fingers into you. Your breath came out shaky, taken by Steve who was so close his nose nudged yours. His fingers pumped close, coaxing out your want.

"St-Steve."

"Tell me you love me," he said, his fingers steady, his thumb ghosting your clit. There, without putting any pressure there.

"I-I love you."

He kissed you quick as you moved your pussy into his hand, grinding, stealing his breath as much as he was yours. "I love you," his words were lost in lips and tongue.

His thumb pressed into your clit, circling it.

You humped his hand quick, aching for the feel of it all. Everything he could give you.

You panted, the feeling of your orgasm dawning too soon. "Steve!"

He withdrew his hand and lost no time. He dropped to his knees with a thud, pulling your jeans and panties down in one immediately and shoving his face between your thighs.

"Ah-"

Steve grabbed your hand that sort for anything to hold onto and pushed it into his hair. He did it all without a break in his devotion to making you come with his tongue and lips. He moaned into you, his tongue diving between your folds, sucking.

"Jesus, Steve." You bit down on the back of your hand.

Steve flicked your clit once, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your thigh. "We're alone," he reminded you, kissing over your folds. His ran his thumb between it. "We're alone, you can moan."

You dropped your hand, eyes squeezing shut as you leant your head back. You'd always been so quiet, Steve sneaking into your room or the supply room at family video. The idea of making as much noise you liked was too good a dream.

Steve grabbed your calf, helping it out the last of your jeans and throwing it over his shoulder. He sucked, slurped, anything he could and the noises around the entry to his home were damn right pornographic. He moaned into you, feeling the vibrations.

He held your thigh, fingers digging in until the skin around your leg was bleaching white. Steve whined into you. "Please moan."

What Steve Harrington wanted, Steve got...

You moaned, lips pursed but when he sucked on your clit, diving his fingers into you and curling you were left breathless against the wall of his family home. "Bab-baby-"

He nodded. "That's it baby, come on, come on my face please," he practically whined. "Please, I love you so much, please-"

Your hands combed back his hair as you un-knowingly pushed his head into your pussy as you came down. If it wasn't for the grip he had on your thighs you'd have slumped right there.

Steve took his time, slower in cleaning up the mess you made, letting you catch your breath. When your chest stopped heaving he slowly took away his fingers and knelt back.

If your brother knew it wasn't just love Steve had for you, it was damn right devotion, he'd never have questioned his intents.

Steve pulled off his shirt as he got to his feet, pulling off his belt and shoving down his trousers.

You, on the other hand, went down to the floor, shaking off the last of your clothes and un-clasping your bra, throwing it over to the front door.

You crawled the last of the way to Steve, sinful.

"Baby, no, no," said Steve panicked as you set back on your heels, right in front of his hard cock. "I want to- be inside you."

It wasn't that Steve didn't like head, he loved it. Your tongue, him hot and heavy but he preferred it when it was on a bed or on his carpeted floor, not the hard wood down stairs.

You didn't object. You didn't try to unleash him. You just laid your head against his cock, rubbing it like it was pillow. Your greatest comfort.

Steve's mouth was agape but he didn't know what to say. He combed his hair back, head throwing back in the air. "God- fu-fuck baby. You're so good, so, so good. My favourite girl... only girl," he mused as you rubbed your face against him, licking up and around without even taking him out. There was a bead of pre-cum leaking at his head and you collected it through his boxers.

As your fingers dipper past the elastic Steve grabbed your arms and forced you up. He kissed along the bruises he left the night before, holding you steady as your body curved into his.

"Where do we begin?" you asked, breathless as your eyes closed in bliss. You felt him grin against your neck.

He guided you by the hips, leading you to the living room and guiding you onto the edge of the sofa. He sat you on the edge and kissed you again, slower, feeling the edges of your mouth and sharing each others taste between them.

You helped him out of his boxers.

The both of you were bare, bathed in only the light from the hallway.

Steve looked all around you, hair falling in front of his eyes. "Tell me you love me."

You never got tired of saying it, he always needed to ask. "I love you. You're so good to me."

"Always gonna be good for you," he said. He wrapped his hand around his cock, edging it close to your pussy. He ran it up and down, using your orgasm to lubricate him up. The both of you shuddered at the ghost of the feeling that could be. "Want to be a better man for you. Gonna make you so proud."

"I am, Steve. I am. Please just," you arched your back, close to falling off.

"Please what?" he asked, smiling down at you.

Your eyelids were hooded, eyes dark as you looked up at him. Your hands ran down the smooth of his back, taking his ass and helping him inside of you.

It was always a stretch with him. The delicious burn before the pleasure took over. It was always slow then it wasn't but it was always, always, love.

Steve eased into you and eased out before the thrusts began. Before he held a hand on the small of your back and another under thigh to rock into you, hips snapping into yours as you stretched around him.

He said be as loud as you could but the both of you were gasping in pleasure, maybe moaning here and there before your lips met and it began again.

Steve rested his forehead against yours, rocking into you. He had your ass in the palm of his hands (literally), urging you up and down his length.

"St-Steve-" you held onto his shoulders.

His face was screwed up in concentration, to at least try and last a little longer. He'd been waiting... well, since this morning to have you. "I know, I'm gonna," fuck, with your warmth enveloping him, he didn't stand a chance. "I'm gonna-"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a sudden quick pounding on his front door that rattled the house and both of you.

Steve stilled.

The pleasure wasn't lost in its entirety, after all you were still wrapped around him but the moment was lost.

"What the hell?" you mumbled.

"It's probably nothing," he said but settled you down on the edge.

The both of you had been through enough to know that the good things came fleeting and never lasted. A pounding like that at the door was never a good thing.

Steve could feel your anxiety. Had someone gone missing? Were the monsters from your nightmares since you were sixteen back? He eased out of you. "Hey, hey, it's probably nothing."

The pounding was still there though.

You set yourself down quick on your feet, stumbling only slightly as you grabbed the first shirt you got.

It took Steve a moment longer to collect himself. "Wait- baby, hold on-" he grabbed his boxers, throwing them on and tumbling after you.

But you were already at the door and swinging it open in only Steve's shirt.

Steve was behind you a second later and-

Jonathon.

The three of you were all left in silence. You, half dressed in Steve's shirt that was luckily like a dress to you. But Steve on the other hand was sweaty and hard in only his boxers.

"Sh-shit." Quickly he stepped behind you, using your body as a shield. "What the hell are you doing here Byers?"

It took a second for him to explode.

"You were missing and I find you here!"

There was a call of static.

Walkie Talkie.

"Jonathon do you have eyes on your sister?" Dustin's voice called through.

Your brows shot up. "You called a search party?"

"We didn't know where you were!"

"Take a guess!" you snapped. "Maybe try calling before getting half of Hawkins on the case!"

"I did call!" he yelled. "Five times!"

You and Steve were silent, stuttering.

"We were, um..." Steve brushed back his hair. "Busy."

Jonathon swung back, stressed, a hand to his head like their mom when she was lost in the moment. "Why didn't you just say you were going?"

"Well you haven't exactly been keen for me to be with Steve!"

"No, I haven't and I'm still not!" he argued. But there was only so much of an argument he could have with you when you both stood there hardly dressed. His chest rose and fell with his breaths. "But I'd rather know you're safe then..."

Guilt ate at passion inside of you. Rather then thinking you were missing.

You gripped the door to keep yourself steady. You always wanted to know your brothers plans- both, so you could pin point where they'd be and when so nothing would ever happen to either of them ever again.

You hadn't even considered it when you took Steve's hand and snuck out your window. "I'm sorry, I should've told you."

Jonathon didn't look anywhere else but your eyes. Slowly, he nodded. "Me too," he said. "Sorry you felt like... you couldn't tell me."

The three of you stood there, something like bonding happening while Steve was still in boxers you'd been licking at moments ago. And the thought had him stirring in them again.

The walkie crackled again. "Jonathon! Do you copy?"

"My god, will you shut that up!" said Steve. "The last thing I want to hear right now is Henderson's voice."

Jonathon did so, simply saying he found you safe, with Steve. It was a mercy he didn't mention the lack of clothing. He backed away from the door, stuck in his un-sure ways of leaving you or taking you back. "Just... just get it over with and come home in the morning."

Steve grabbed the door above your head. "Yep, can do, thank you, Byers!" he called, waving.

Jonathon paused but not with anger. There was a blush at his cheeks and he reached into his jacket, his wallet coming out next. He threw something back at you.

You caught it before you realised what it was. "Oh, Jonathon!"

A condom. Seriously?!

"Just- if you're gonna do it, be safe."

The three of you parted ways, you and Steve safe inside and making sure he was in the car and driving away before you gave up.

Steve plucked the protection from you. "Ha, who knew he had it in him."

"Steve," you complained, throwing the door shut.

"Did he think I don't have enough?"

The talk about the condom your brother gave your boyfriend was almost enough to put you out the mood. Almost...

Steve drew you back into him, still hard. He tugged the collar of his shirt down to kiss along the base of your neck. "Where were we?"

He hovered over you, pressing his body against yours, connecting your lips hastily. Your hands automatically moved to pull at his hair like it was second nature.

His calloused hands moved up and down your body hungrily, “how much time do we have?” He said against your lips, barely breaking the kiss.

You smiled at his neediness, glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside table, “at least an hour, maybe longer. You locked the door?”

He nodded and went back to kissing you.

“I missed you,” he said breathily.

You smiled again, “I’ve been with you all day, babe.”

“Yeah, but I can’t do this with everyone around, especially your brothers.” He said, still barely taking his lips from yours.

He moved to pull his shirt over his head and you took the moment of separation to do the same.

He leaned back down and wasted no time putting his tongue in your mouth, kneeding your breasts through your bra like his life depended on it.

You let out a light moan at the contact, the fire in your core ignited.

Just as Steve moved his hand to unclip your bra, BANG. The door to your room slammed open.

You’re not sure who screamed first, you, Steve, or Will.

But no matter who it was, it managed to gain the attention of your other brother, only a year younger than you, Jonathan.

“What’s going on?!” He ran to your door frame worriedly.

“WILL! Have you ever heard of knocking?” You yelled.

“I’M SORRY! it was open!” He said back, nearly on the brink of tears. You glared at Steve, who confidently stated it was locked only moments ago.

Steve was doing his best to cover your half naked body and Will covered his eyes with both his hands.

Jonathan appeared, towering over Will.

“Oh absolutely not.” He said firmly, making you groan.

You shoved Steve off of you and covered your chest to the best of your ability.

“Okay LET ME GET DRESSED, and then we can talk about this like ADULTS.” You said aggressively.

Jonathan stomped away and Will followed, hands still over his eyes.

Steve hastily moved to pull his shirt back on and you did the same, but you couldn’t help the laugh that came out as you did it.

You stood in front of the door shoulder to shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’re laughing,” he said with an eye roll.

“Did you see Will’s face?” You laughed a little harder.

“Jonathan is gonna kill me.” Steve said seriously.

“No he won’t, not as long as Will’s there. So let’s just hope he’s sitting at the table.” You patted Steve’s shoulder and made your way to the kitchen.

Steve trailed behind you with slumped shoulders and extreme nerves.

When you entered the kitchen, you saw Will with his hand still over his eye and Jonathan with arms crossed over his chest and a glare that might leave a permanent crease on his forehead.

“Will,” you said biting back a laugh, “we’re dressed.”

He slowly moved his hands off his eyes and sighed in relief when he saw both of with shirts on.

“Harrington.” Jonathan said dramatically.

“Hey Byers,” Steve said almost sweetly as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

“You’re screwing my sister?” He asked, which made Will laugh.

Steve threw his hands up in surrender, “woah woah woah, I actually really like her.”

You blushed next to him, looking up at the handsome boy next to you.

“Look, Byers, I know you don’t like me,” he glanced at you and then back at Jonathan, “but I really like her. A-and I promise I won’t mess this up, okay?”

“Awwww” Will said quietly, earning a sharp look from Jonathan.

Jonathan took a deep breath and looked at you, you were smiling brightly, trying to remind Jonathan that he loves you and doesn’t want to kill your boyfriend.

He rolled his eyes and pushed up from the table, walking around it until he stood in front of Steve. He extended his hand, and Steve shook it firmly.

“If you hurt her, you die.” Jonathan said holding eye contact with him.

Steve chuckled nervously, “understood.”

“Great! I’m so glad we cleared that up,” you said brightly, “Steve grab your keys, we’re going to your place.”

You dragged Steve back to your room to get your stuff, wanting to continue the activities your brothers so rudely interrupted before, in peace.

You waved goodbye to your brothers and made your way to Steve’s car.

When both doors were closed you took a deep breath for the first time.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You turned and looked at him, “I love you.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad we don’t have to sneak around anymore, I can finally show my girl off.” He smiled, and you blushed, as you so often did around him.

He turned the key and put his right hand on your thigh like he always did when you were in the passenger seat.

“No more hiding,” he said, almost to convince himself.

You were smiling like an idiot, looking over at him as he backed out of the driveway.

JUNE 7, 1987

A knock at your door dragged you from your piles of notes and papers that you had been re-reading over and over as if you weren’t the one to write them. Your youngest brother was missing. Again. Your mom was out with Hopper searching for whatever she could find, your older brother retracing Will’s steps of the day he went missing, accompanied by his girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler. You’d been left at home to try find anything that had been missed in what you’d already found, which, quite frankly, wasn’t much.

The knocking came again, along with the voice of Dustin Henderson, someone who had become so much like yet another brother, shouting your name. You ran up to the door and pulled it open, frozen when you saw that he wasn’t alone, and was with the very person he complained to you so much about for the past year.

Before you had a chance to question what Steve Harrington was doing at your door, Dustin pushed past you into your house, making quick work of grabbing your walkie, shoving all your notes into a bag and picking up your keys, handing them all to you.

“We think we’ve, or well, Dustin, thinks he’s found someone who might know something and your mom and Jonathan are busy so we came to get you.” Steve explained, as Dustin finally made his way to the BMW parked haphazardly in front of your house.

You had hundreds of questions, none of which related to your brother’s disappearance. Why was Dustin with Steve? Had they sorted out their issues that had been laying under the surface since last year? Why was Steve looking at you like that when he had barely glanced at you since 1985? Instead of saying anything, you just nodded, locked your door and slipped into the back seat of Steve’s car.

“Happy Birthday by the way.”

JUNE 7, 1988

It had been just under a year since your mom took over the ex-government building and turned it into the town’s favourite social hub. It was a place every kid and teen alike came before and after school, with friends or without, to hangout, learn or play. A shelter and home away from home for ‘freaks’, ‘outcasts’ and people who felt like they had nowhere else to go.

Last year it had been a building that saw your worst fears take place, but when your mom heard that it was going to be demolished, she and Hopper took over the building, and built over the pain that haunted the walls and turned it into the place it was today. Since that day, you and your found family ran the place, each making certain sections your own in some way.

The bottom floor had a kitchen and a social space, the walls decorated with shelves containing arts and crafts supplies with two drying racks for when children finished their paintings and wanted them to dry. Huge tables took most of the space along with the laughter of children playing together, some painting and drawing, some just chatting while eating snacks.

The kitchen was your mom’s space. She had thrown herself into cooking once the social hub was set up, determined to provide the children with the best meals possible. Your brother helped out as much as he could, when he wasn’t up on the top floor helping kids who were interested in camera work.

The social space was a joint effort from every one, but mostly Will, who loved to share his skills in art and give children the childhood that was stripped from him 5 years ago at only 12. Steve was also most commonly found down here or out in the field coaching whatever sport was on the rota that afternoon. But, if he wasn’t outside, or on the bottom floor, he could be found on the second floor, where you spent most of your time.

You took control of the second floor and turned it into a gym. It had taken a long time for it to be set up completely, but eventually, you had a room that was lined in mirrors where you’d teach dance or yoga, the main room was filled with machines and weights, mirrors lining some walls, motivational quotes on others.

It was mostly teens who used this space, but you made it your job to become friends with each person who wanted to even just try one thing out. Whenever the building was quiet, usually during school days, you and Steve, and now and then Hopper or whoever was in the mood for a workout, made the gym your sanctuary. Spotting for each other, challenging each other or just doing your own workouts in silence, alone, but with good company.

This is where you found yourself, as usual, when your mom, Max, and Nancy found you, a bag in Nancy’s hand, overflowing with wrapped gifts. You hadn’t even noticed them until Max stood in front of your treadmill, smiling widely and waving.

It was a rough day for everyone, a year since the events that ended years of torment. You had decided to spend the afternoon in the gym with a mixtape that held so much meaning to you blasting through your Walkman.

​JUNE 7, 1987

Dustin was the first out of the car when Steve had pulled up to a seemingly random building right in the centre of town. Steve followed, but it was Dustin who had noticed you hadn’t gotten out of the car yet. He sighed loudly while shaking his head at Steve who stood confused, and retraced his steps back to the car, opening your door and sliding in next to you.

It was this action that pulled you out of your day dream, sliding your headphones from your head to hang around your neck. The quiet sound of guitar playing from them made Dustin’s face scrunch up in hurt.

You looked over to the boy, apologised quietly and paused your Walkman, popping the tape out. Dustin didn’t need to look to know what tape was in but did anyway, the words ‘love Eddie’ with a badly drawn heart next to it pained him to see, just as much as hearing the guitar solo from the last demo Eddie had shown the two of you that Corroded Coffin was working on.

When you saw where his eyes were trained, you sent him a sad smile, one that must have matched his face. The two of you got out of the car, still no words being spoken as the two of you caught up to where Steve was standing, clearly confused as to what had happened. He’d seen it a lot in the past year - you and Dustin communicating without words. It pained him that he knew what the conversation topic was every time.

“What are we doing here?” Your voice was scratchy, an obvious sign that you had barely used it in the past few days. Steve went to make a lighthearted comment to attempt to bring the mood up but he quickly shut his mouth when Dustin shot him a look and explained that he’d overheard something about a delivery that would then be taken to the building down the street that everyone had thought was abandoned.

Steve opened the door and held it as Dustin lead you in. Inside it looked like one of those stores that sold anything and everything. While Dustin and Steve walked towards the unattended checkout counter, you looked behind you as the door opened again, Jonathan walking through with Nancy not far behind.

He explained that Dustin had told him what he’d overheard and Jonathan wanted to come and take some pictures to see if he could find anything. You nodded your head as he and Nancy went to one side of the store, leaving you to catch up to the two boys that brought you here.

Someone had finally come up to the counter after hearing commotion and was talking to Dustin who was clearly taking control of the situation. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jonathan and Nancy talking in hushed voices while your brother took the odd photo. As you tried to make it appear you were paying attention to the small talk that was happening in front of you, the flash of Jonathan’s camera came from the right side behind the person droning on. You didn’t think much of the camera pointed your way as you knew you were both here for the same reason - information.

JUNE 7, 1988

Your mom held up a card to you as you got off the treadmill, having paused Eddie’s mixtape and taking off your Walkman. “Happy birthday, baby. I know today’s a rough day but it’s your day no matter what so we all got you something each.” You smiled and took the card from her.

Nancy held up the bag and said she’d put it down in your mom and Hopper’s office once you’d opened your card so that you could open your gifts when everyone was there. You did mean to reply, but your words were lost as you saw the picture placed in the card. A picture you had never seen before. Your hand immediately reached up to the necklace around your neck, playing with the end of it between your collarbones.

While you stood staring at the picture, for what was only a few seconds, Robin had seemingly come out of nowhere and caught a glance at the picture from over your shoulder. “Ooo, cute pic, you look like a family.” She wrapped her arm around your waist giving you a gentle side hug, whispering happy birthday before pulling away.

“It’s from last year. Is Dustin here? I wanna show him it, I think he’d like it just as much.” Your words were met with a laugh as your mom just shook her head. “Sorry, thank you guys, so much, for everything. You really didn’t have to do anything for me.”

“Nonsense, and don’t you worry where Dustin is, he’ll be here-” Joyce’s voice was cut off by the door opening and Dustin and Steve running through it, a white paper bag in Steve’s hand and it seemed like Dustin was holding a few cassettes in his hand.

“We’re here, we’re here. Happy birthday to my favourite Byers!” Dustin met you with a bone crushing hug. You only laughed and hugged him back, rolling eyes both at him and Will’s scoff, who had arrived just as Steve and Dustin did.

Pulling away with a thank you and a very real smile on your face, you turned to Steve. His hair had changed in the years you’d known him, he was using less hair spray and leaving it natural more often which led it to rest over his forehead, clearly a little mussed from running straight up to the gym. He came closer to hug you, pulling you in gently and murmuring happy birthday to you as you smiled and thanked him. “These are for you. We just got them that’s why we were rushing.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you took the bag and opened it gently, but your smile widened as you saw the sugar coated donuts, still warm and fresh. A recent favourite treat that you’d only mentioned craving once after a very intense gym session with Steve a few months ago. “Oh my God thank you so much I’ve been craving these for days.” Steve only smiled in response as his eyes went down to the picture now in Dustin’s hand.

“What is this?” Dustin asked, voice only slightly shaky in a way that only you noticed.

“Byers said it’s from last year, it’s very cute the three of you look happy.” Robin stated bluntly, unaware of the feelings running through you and you assumed Dustin. You knew he’d recognise when the photo was taken. Only an hour prior to the first most painful even of June 1987. It was taken at the moment that started the fight.

Dustin looked at you and smiled as he handed the photo back to you before saying he had to go check on something upstairs. He put the cassettes safely in the bag by Nancy’s feet as he passed. No one seemed to think anything of it as he all but ran off, but you and Steve shared a knowing look, his more guilty than comforting.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom and get changed, thank you guys so much.” You made quick work of handing back the bag of donuts to Steve and pocketing the photo, grabbing your towel, Walkman and water bottle before following the direction Dustin had gone. However, as you passed Steve closest to the door, you patted his chest, “Looking hot today, Harrington.” You only giggled as Robin groaned and stated on a well known spiel about how she was so bored of the foreplay between the two of you now.

It was known to everyone that you and Steve had become extremely close since the social hub had open, made obvious by your flirty banter and always being found together in the gym. You knew there were bets made between everyone about what would happen between the two of you but you never paid much attention to it, knowing nothing would happen.

Heading in the direction opposite of the third floor changing rooms, you entered the arcade section, the space made by Will, Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max. Instead of searching the front area, you beelined to the back left corner.

JUNE 7, 1987

You, Steve and Dustin were in the basement of the store, having snuck by when other customers came in and distracted the only worker. Dustin and Steve had been bickering since you got past the worker. Steve believing there was nothing here and Dustin repeatedly telling him to shut up and look. At one point you and Dustin had ditched Steve in a room full of toys as the two of you went off to try find anything to help you figure out where Will was.

After having no luck in one half of the basement, the two of you headed back to where you had left Steve, entering the room just as a Rubrics cube fell to the floor a few feet in front of you. Shining his light on it, Dustin spoke up. “Really, you’re actually playing in here?”

Steve was sat on a table in the middle of the room, clearly frustrated and tired. “I’m just following orders, dude.” He brought his hands to his knees as he kept his voice level but refusing to look at you or Dustin. “Judging by the pissy look on your face I assume you didn’t find anything.”

Ignoring them, you picked the cube up, if only to have something to fidget with while the boys resumed their usual bickering. “It’s here.” Dustin tone was bored, constantly having to explain himself to Steve over the past year had gotten tiring and pointless.

“But you didn’t find it.”

“Yeah, not in those rooms.”

“So you were wrong.” Steve still refused to look at Dustin, his eyes following your movements as you walked further into the room, still ignoring them. He got off the table, preparing to follow you both out to another room as Dustin’s voice turned snarkier.

“You would just love that, wouldn’t you?” You turned to look at Dustin, noticing his tone change, mentally preparing yourself for a screaming match.

“No I’m just-” Steve paused briefly, catching the glint in your eye that told him to stop now. He’d seen it multiple times over the past year. He knew exactly why you and Dustin had become so close recently but he couldn’t understand why Dustin had turned so bitchy about it. “Stating a fact.”

Dustin’s voice raised as he fired back, “No, you’re gloating.” He also paused briefly as he looked at you, where you had made your way back towards where Dustin remained in the doorway. “Despite the fact that if I am wrong, we don’t find anything useful, and we don’t find Will. Do you understand how gross- how selfish you’re being?” He had began to move further into the room. Closer to Steve.

“Me? Selfish? You wanna talk about selfish? How about the fact that when we finally reach Hop, El and Joyce, we promptly ditch them to pursue this bullshit theory of yours.” You stood, motionless. You had known your mom had been out of range of walkies because you had tried multiple times to see if she had found anything and heard nothing back. You hadn’t known the two of them had managed to contact her. But the way Steve called Dustin’s theory ‘bullshit’ pissed you off more than you’d ever admit with more pressing matters at hand of finding your brother. Steve only continued. “Not to mention, you’re the only reason we lost contact with them in the first place because of your no show yesterday when we were searching. So this whole mess is actually, your fault. And I haven’t heard so much as a ‘sorry’.”

Dustin was visibly taken aback by this idea that it was his fault not showing up last night. You knew the reason, Steve did too, but it was clear he was saying things he didn't mean. Whether it was out of stress or just really his beliefs coming to light though, you weren’t sure.

“Shit, again, it’s not like I just didn’t show up Steve, I was attacked.” The end of Dustin’s sentence was louder, him very clearly trying to get through to Steve. It wasn’t working.

“No. You wanted a fight, and that’s exactly what you got. Just look at your face, man.” Steve was moving closer, gesturing wildly with his finger. “You’ve done some stupid shit in the past, but this? Man, this takes the cake-”

“You wanna talk to me about dumb shit? How about chasing after somebody else’s girlfriend whilst her world is ending?” Your fidgeting froze. You knew exactly what Dustin was talking about. When you and Eddie were close, Steve always acted in a way Dustin saw as jealous, he’d try to tell you that’s what it was but you never believed him. Eddie had seen it too, apparently, but he never let it affect the two of you.

You opened your mouth up to finally speak before Steve cut you off. “Byers is a friend. She’s a friend. Okay?” Dustin stood, moth open as he watched Steve continue to gesture, pointing at you as you stood, silent, by Dustin, watching them speak about you as if you weren’t there. “You remember what that’s like? Having friends?” Your whole face shifted from shocked to pure pain as Steve spat his words out.

“Yeah. I do. I remember what it was like to have a good friend.” Tears welled in your eyes as you listened to the two of them. You knew Dustin knew you were there for him so you didn’t let that part hurt you. “A real friend, who actually believed in me, and was actually kind to me.” Those were the words that hurt. You knew how Steve would take this. You’d seen his jealousy over Eddie when he’d watch Dustin cancel plans with him to hang out with Eddie instead. Dustin never did it because he’d grown out of Steve, him and Eddie just understood each other in a way that Steve couldn’t. Eddie had seen the potential in Dustin, he also saw the passion for Dungeons & Dragons which Eddie loved to host, so much so that they became quick friends and Eddie became yet another brother figure to the boy.

Steve’s loud “Aha!” Shook you from your thoughts as he pointed at Dustin. “Aha, there we go. That’s what this has all been about? Really? Is Eddie.” Steve continued closer. Neither of them noticing you flinch at Eddie’s name. “All your bullshit - pushing everyone away? It’s because no one could ever be as perfect as he was.” The sarcasm in Steve’s voice finally pushed you to speak up.

“He wasn’t perfect but he knew that-” you were going to continue with anything to try diffuse the situation until Dustin butt in.

“Unlike you. He was never fake! He didn’t care what other people thought about him. He was just himself.” Dustin was pointing at Steve. Mimicking Steve’s actions. If it was any other time, you’d comment on how alike they are as you had millions of times since the two became unlikely friends in ‘84. However, at the sight of Steve rolling his eyes and scoffing, Dustin snatched the Rubrics cube from your hand before carrying on. “And you know what, he was the kindest, smartest person I have ever met. And he would’ve solved this,” he held up the cube, “In 30 seconds flat.”

Dustin’s rant had irked Steve beyond belief, or thats the only explanation you had for his comeback. “If I’m such a goddamn idiot, how come I’m the one still standing here?”

You and Dustin shared the same look. Both hurt and taken aback, except your eyes were glassier, with a tear beginning its track down your cheek. You were speechless. You’d opened your mouth to say something a few times but continued to fall short each time. The silence in the room was loud and you hoped Dustin would walk away so you could carry on looking for your missing brother. But instead, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“That night,” Steve’s voice cracked lightly. He knew what he said was wrong but for some reason he couldn’t hold himself back from letting his feelings out. You knew Eddie’s death had effected Steve, the two of them had become closer during the preparation of finding the man who took your brother in 1983 and stopping him when he had started up again with kids just like Will in 1986. When you’d had to bury Eddie, you and Dustin stood together, but you saw Steve’s tear stained face when you looked up and made eye contact. “I told you not to be heroes, I told all three of you. What did Eddie do?”

Tears were running down your face now but Steve refused to stop. He couldn’t. Even as he saw how much he was hurting you with the words he knew deep down he didn’t mean. “He charged in front of a killer.”

“To save our life!” Dustin gestured to you as he shouted at Steve.

“He saved no one.”

“He saved everyone!” It was your voice that screamed this time. You speaking up had shocked Steve but that still clearly wasn’t enough to stop him, despite what his heart was screaming at him.

“You can keep telling yourself that, Byers, but deep down, the reason you never talk, and the reason you, Henderson, are so goddamn pissed, is because, you know the truth.” You and Dustin both were breathing heavily, the rage bubbling in you, but you still willed yourself not to act on it. “Eddie wanted to play hero… and he made a dumb call… and he got himself killed.”

JUNE 7, 1988

You found Dustin exactly where you knew he’d be - sat on the throne taken from Hawkins High drama room that Eddie used for D&D campaigns. You and Dustin had taken this area to make a dedication to Eddie. He had only been in Dustin’s life for about a year but he’d been in your life for much longer, but you and Dustin bonded when Eddie had brought him back to his trailer, picking you up from work at a record store in town on the way. You’d known Dustin even before Will went missing the first time, with him and Will being friends, and even dancing with him at the snow ball when he was sat alone, but seeing the way Eddie took him under his wing made you want to do exactly the same. Then when Eddie had died, the two of you stuck together. You’d both held him as he died, heard him say he didn’t run. He died a hero and you refused to let each other forget that on the bad days.

Even after you’d found Will and killed the man, Henry Creel, that took him, Dustin and you remained as close, as if he was yet another brother.

Walking up to Dustin, you saw him holding a Photo Booth picture of the three of you. You had made sure to empty the shoe box that was in your closet and put everything here. It pained you to take the box out, having never touched it since Eddie had been buried. But Dustin and Steve were there with you and stuck with you the entire trip from home to the hub, helping you organise where things should go.

When you’d gotten to the necklace that held Eddie’s guitar pick, you sat on your knees on the floor and sobbed. You and Dustin had tried to give it to Wayne, but after knowing you for years as Eddie’s girlfriend, he made you keep it. You wanted to put it on then and you did, but it felt like it burnt a hole between your collarbones where the pick laid, so you took it off after the funeral, put it in the box, and never touched it again.

Both boys had heard your sobs but when they looked back at each other, Dustin only nodded in your direction. Steve took the message and had come over to you, eventually putting the necklace on you, which is where it still lay even a year later.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Dustin looked up at the sound of your voice, his eyes red and puffy as he shifted to sit up. “It’s a bit crazy how a picture that doesn’t even have him in it can spark up so much grief.” The boy only laughed half-heartedly at your attempt of a mood lightening comment but he made no move to speak.

Your eyes raked over all the paraphernalia that stapled Eddie as a high figure in both your lives, the countless photos of him and you covering the wall, and his denim jacket that you’d cut the arms off of and sewn patches on for him stayed up on the wall where you’d hung it last year.

“You know, I still think about him every day. Mostly before I go to bed. We were together for four years and I’d known him for 10. Despite what he said, that wasn't the first time he hadn’t run.” That caught Dustin’s attention. He thought he knew everything about Eddie, god knows how many nights the two of you had spent either in person or on the phone keeping Eddie alive in conversation. You caught his eye and laughed quietly. “I rejected him. He’d asked me on a date once in 1980, I mean we were both what, 14? I was scared, it was the first time I’d ever been asked out. I immediately said no and made it seem like I’d never go out with anyone like him. I immediately regretted it but I told Jonathan when I got home and he just said Eddie wouldn’t try again, which I believed. But then Eddie stayed my friend and did what he could to win me over until he eventually did in ‘82. He didn’t run from me, he was determined to get me, and he did. I only wish it wasn’t over so soon.”

Dustin still didn’t speak but you noticed he was crying a bit more. It pained you so much to see, but you knew he was glad to hear your story, he always was. Instead of making him talk, you let the silence lull over you, your eyes finally reaching the shelf that held everything Dungeons & Dragons Eddie owned. “I wanna get some more die for him, what colour do you think I should get?”

The two of you remained there for about half an hour, just talking about your days and your plans for the week. You told him Steve was taking you out to dinner later, softly, as if you didn’t want anyone to hear. Dustin, sensing your feelings, came up to you and put his arm around your waist as you looked at the jacket on the wall, feeling yourself tear up.

You’d been feeling guilty since Steve asked you, feeling as if you hadn’t given yourself enough time to be over Eddie. You knew your thoughts were stupid. Of course you weren’t over him, but the days had gotten easier and you felt happy being with Steve every day. Explaining this to Dustin, he tightened his grip as he laid his head on top of yours where it lay on his shoulder, and sighed.

“I see the way you look at each other. And I know how different Steve and Eddie are, but you look at him the same way you always looked at Eddie.” You never even noticed it, you’d always taken yours and Steve’s banter as just that, banter. Until he’d asked you out and you’d said yes without thinking. “And believe me, I was around the two of you enough to see how much love there was there.” You just giggled and sniffed, pulling Dustin into you for a hug. As you pulled away, he caught hold of your biceps, gripping gently. From behind you, he could see Steve stood at the doorway. He only smiled at the man before looking back into your teary eyes. “You deserve to be loved and you deserve to love again. I think Eddie would be happy it’s Steve and not some random laundry basket shooter, although that is what Steve was for a while.” You only laughed again and rolled your eyes. “You know for a fact that if Steve, or anyone for that matter has anything to say about it, I’m on your side in a flash, just like that night when he died, just like that night last year.” He paused before making eye contact again with Steve, who was stood watching and taking in the conversation. When Dustin’s eyes glared at Steve, he only saluted as Dustin continued. “Now go, because he’s getting impatient and I don't wanna hear him whine today.”

You finally turned around, smiling at Steve when his eyes softened on you, as you turned back to Dustin. You brought your hand up to your necklace again, gripping the pick tight. Dustin said to go again and you smiled tightly, eyes still glassy with tears, as you turned and ran over to Steve.

Jonathan sighed loud, wiping a hand down his face. He watched Argyle jump out of the van. Open the side-door. Taking out three stacks of pizza.

Bopping his head to the song blasting through his headphones. Nearing Jonathan, he pulled them down. “Why are you here?” Jonathan asked in a sharp tone. Argyle shoved the pizza boxes in his hand. “On the house.” He muttered. 

Patting Jonathan on the shoulder, he pushed past him. “Willi-o!” He greeted Will with finger guns. Will rolled his eyes at that.

“Argyle! No one called for pizza…I think.” Jonathan had shut the door, hurrying after him. “Like I said on the house.” Argyle repeated, looking around. Jonathan set the pizza boxes on the counter. 

“Look man…” Jonathan began. Quieted down by his friend shushing him. He took a deep breath, taking in the smell of a certain perfume. “Your sister’s upstairs.” He mumbled under his breath. “Yeah, but…” Jonathan started once more, silenced again by Argyle. 

Argyle chuckled sheepishly, running up the stairs. “Argyle!” Jonathan yelled out. Hurrying after him. Knowing exactly why he had invited himself over. Trying to smooth it over with pizza.

Argyle went to your room, heading inside. “Argyle?” You spoke with confusion. You heard him turn the key in the lock. Opening his arms to you with a smile. Ignoring the pounding on the door. Jonathan urged him to open the door. 

Your door thundered making you gasp loud. Argyle shushed you, soothing the situation over. “He’ll tire himself out soon enough.” Coming to lay on the bed with you. You smiled, giving him a playful slap on his arm. 

He hummed loud, leaning in to steal a kiss from you. “Argyle you open this door right now!” Jonathan’s voice boomed through. “Can’t hear you Jon.” Argyle responded with a smirk. Adding more kisses on your lips. 

Jonathan huffed loud that the door wouldn’t budge. Groaning at Will who had come standing on the stairs. Pulling his shoulders up in disbelief. “Where’s the sledgehammer?” Asking in a fury. “You seriously going to kick in Y/n’s door?” Will replied, knowing mom would kill him for it. Jonathan shoved Will aside, stomping down the stairs. 

Argyle had laid himself down on your lap, reading one of your magazines. Interested in what girls gossiped about. You ruffled your fingers through his hair.

Playing a bit around. Till you found yourself braiding it. Keeping it between your fingers, you leaned back to reach for one of your hairbands. Tying it, so he had a braid. 

Argyle furrowed his brows, seating himself more up. Running his fingers over the braid. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.” You spoke shyly. “Awesome!” Argyle let out with a nodding head. Pressing a hand to your cheek, he kissed the other side. 

Hearing stomping on the stairs, made you shove Argyle off the bed with you. Jonathan panted loud, tightening his grip on the sledgehammer. “Mom will kill you.” Will stated, keeping a safe distance.

“I’ll kill Argyle if he doesn’t open up.” He huffed out in response. Exhaling a few times, he needed to find that shove to set him over the edge to actually knock your door in. 

When he finally found it, he had raised the sledgehammer. Stammering back when the door opened. “Whoah, easy with that thing there Byers.” Argyle spoke, moving the tip of the sledgehammer out of the way.

Jonathan peeked inside your room. Seeing you sit on the bed, wave subtly at him. Dropping the sledgehammer, he grabbed Argyle by his shirt. Argyle blew a kiss at you over his shoulder.

“See you tomorrow Y/n!” Calling out from down the hallway. “Like hell you are!” Jonathan cursed out. Dragging him down the stairs. Pushing him out of the door and straight to his van. 

“Hey Argyle!” They both heard from upstairs. You had opened your window, sticking your body out. Waving flirty at Argyle. Argyle swooned with a hand pressed on his heart.

“That’s my sister!” Jonathan called out, shoving Argyle in his van. Making sure he took his leave. Turning around pointing warningly back at you. You blew him a kiss before closing your window again.

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