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I know this sounds insane but some Dustin Henderson x reader angst would be really good

like maybe his girlfriend and Steve’s sister dies during the Crawl and Hopper has to come back with her dead body and Dustin can’t look at Steve at all anymore because not only does he see his dead best friend but now his dead girlfriend too

bro I started tearing up writing this imagine how I’ll feel reading a fic like this 😭

you obviously don’t have to, feel free to ignore this request too

I promise

Harrington!reader x Dustin Henderson

Warnings! Angst, death, grief. A/n IM SO MAD I HAD AN AMAZING THING WRITTEN FOR THIS BUT IT ALL GOT DELETED so this isn’t rlly that good💔

It was just meant to be a crawl, hopefully a successful one at that, this time it wasn’t successful not at all.

Y/n was going to be joining hopper in the upside down the reasoning for this was because After the military locked down the MAC-Z, they realize something important, Radio signals inside the Upside Down degrade fast and unpredictably.

Dustin can reach Hopper — but only barely — and certain sectors are total dead zones.

They need someone inside the Upside Down whose entire job is to physically extend and stabilize communication.

Y/n was given this job because She’s smaller, faster, quieter than Hopper, and she can slip into tighter sectors that hopper physically can’t fit through.

Dustin steps closer, carefully clipping the radio to the front of your jacket. His fingers linger for a second longer than they need to, adjusting the strap like he’s afraid that if he lets go, something might slip away.

“You stay behind Hopper,” he says quietly, eyes flicking up to yours. “Don’t try to be brave. Just… listen to him. Promise me.”

You give him a small smile, even though your stomach is twisting.

“I’m related to Steve” you say lightly. “It’s genetic. Bravery, bad decisions — all of it.”

Steve lets out a low groan from beside you.

“Jesus y/n. That’s really not reassuring, you know that, right?”

You laugh softly, then turn back to Dustin. Your hand slips into his, squeezing gently.

“I’ll be careful,” you promise. “I’ll come back. I always do.”

He swallows, nodding, even though his grip tightens around your fingers.

You lean forward and press a quick kiss to his cheek — warm, familiar, grounding.

“For luck,” you whisper.

And for just a second, everything feels like it might be okay.

“Alright,” Hopper said sharply, already moving toward the equipment crates. He clapped his hands once, the sound echoing through the room. “We’re rolling. Window’s open, and we don’t have much time.”

Everyone shifted at once — radios being clipped on, weapons checked, flashlights snapping to life. The air felt heavier, tighter, like the room itself was holding its breath.

Hopper slung his gear over his shoulder and glanced back at the group.

“No hesitation. We go in, we get what we need, and we get out. Stay on your channels and don’t wander.”

As you’re about to go and follow hopper Steve walks up to you his hands settle on your shoulders, steady and warm.

“Hey. If anything feels off — even a little — you turn around and you get out. I don’t care what’s happening behind you,” he says quietly. “You hear me? You come back in one piece.”

“Yes I promise, I’ll come back” you say with a reassuring grin

You fall into step behind Hopper.

Truthfully, you’re terrified — even though everyone had agreed to this plan, and you agreed too, convinced you could handle it.

Now that it’s really happening, you’re not so sure you’re going to come back in one piece.

But death didn’t cross your mind once.

The air changes the second you step through.

It’s colder — not just cold, but damp, like the inside of a cave that hasn’t seen sunlight in years. Every breath tastes metallic, sharp against your tongue. The floor squelches faintly under your boots, a wet, rubbery sound that makes your stomach twist.

You tighten your grip on your flashlight.

“Dustin, I’m in,” you murmur.

Your voice echoes strangely, stretched and warped by the empty space around you.

“Copy,” Dustin’s voice comes through your headset, fuzzy but steady. “Your signal’s holding strong.”

The beam of your light cuts through thick strands of vine-like growth clinging to the walls. They twitch slightly as you brush past, like they can feel you.

You swallow.

“Everything here is… alive. I really hate that.”

Dustin lets out a quiet breathy laugh.

“Yeah. Pretty sure that means you’re doing it right.”

Hopper moves behind you, quiet and solid, his boots careful on the slick ground.

“Slow and steady,” he mutters. “We don’t rush this.”

You nod, even though he can’t see it.

“Signal check,” you whisper.

“Still clean,” Dustin replies. “You’re doing great.”

Your chest tightens — just a little. You take another step forward.

And somewhere deeper in the tunnel, something shifts.

glance back at Hopper. His silhouette is steady, like a rock, but you can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you. Every step makes the floor groan. Every twitch of the walls makes your nerves fire.

“Almost at the junction,” Hopper whispers. His voice is low, cautious. “We’re slow here.”

You nod and crouch slightly, flashlight sweeping over the ground. The wet, sticky substance coating the floor glistens in your beam. It smells… wrong. Something organic, something alive.

“Dustin… it’s worse than I thought,” you whisper into the radio, your voice shaking just a little.

“You’re fine. You’re okay,” Dustin says, but you hear the edge in his tone, the tiny tremor he’s trying to hide.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You brush past a tendril of the vine-like growth, and it twitches at your touch. Your stomach flips.

Hopper kneels briefly, examining the next section of tunnel. “This is narrow. I can’t get through there. You’re gonna have to go first.”

Your heart stutters. You glance at him. “Me? Alone?”

He nods once, his face tight. “I’ll follow. Slow, careful. You’re small enough to check the next junction and make sure it’s safe.”

Your hands tighten around the radio. “Okay… okay. I can do this.” It sounds more like your saying it to yourself.

Dustin’s voice comes through, soft but firm. “You got this. Just… come back to me, okay?”

You feel the warmth in your chest despite the icy air surrounding you. “I will,” you whisper, almost more to yourself than to him.

Another step forward.

And the walls groan. Something shifts ahead — low, wet, deliberate. You freeze, flashlight shaking slightly.

“Hopper… something’s moving,” you whisper.

He doesn’t answer right away. You hear his slow, careful breath.

“Stay calm,” he finally says. “Keep moving… slowly. Don’t let it know you’re scared.”

You swallow hard, the dread pressing down harder with every step. You can hear the faintest scraping in the distance — something alive, watching, waiting.

And in that moment, you realize how fragile everything really is. One wrong step. One mistake. And you might not make it back at all.

You reach the junction with a shaky breath.

The tunnel splits in two — one path slants upward, the other disappears into a tight, suffocating drop. Thick vines web the corners like veins, pulsing faintly beneath your fingers as you secure the repeater pack into place.

“Dustin,” you whisper, “I’m at the junction.”

Static pops — then his voice comes through clearer than it has all night.

“Whoa — yeah, I see you. Your signal just spiked. You did it.”

Your chest loosens.

A quiet, relieved laugh slips out.

“Okay… good.”

Hopper nods behind you. “That’s our anchor,” he murmurs. “Nice work.”

You tighten the last strap and glance down at the blinking green light. “It’s holding,” you say softly. “Signal’s strong.”

“You’re doing amazing,” Dustin says. “Seriously.” For one tiny second… it feels like everything’s going to be okay.

Then—

A wet breath exhales somewhere behind you.

Not Hopper.

Your spine goes cold.

The vines beside your hand curl inward, twitching slowly.

“…Dustin?” you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think we’re alone.”

Hopper straightens.

“Back up,” he says quietly. “Slow.”

You turn—

And the Demogorgon steps into your flashlight beam.

Tall.

Split-faced.

Breathing.

Your scream punches through the radio.

“RUN!” Hopper roars.

You stumble back, but the tunnel is too tight, your boots slipping on the wet floor—

The Demogorgon lunges.

Its claws rake across your side.

You cry out, pain exploding through your ribs as you slam into the wall.

“DUSTIN—” you scream into the mic.

Hopper fires — the gunshot echoes violently through the tunnel —

But the creature is already on you.

Your radio crackles with static as you’re dragged out of sight.

Your scream cuts off.

And then—

Nothing.

Dead air.

The world doesn’t go black right away.

That’s the strange part.

It goes… quiet.

Your body feels heavy, like you’re sinking into warm water. The tunnel blurs, the sounds stretching thin and far away — Hopper shouting, Dustin yelling your name through the radio, the creature’s footsteps — all of it melting into a low, distant hum.

Your fingers are still curled around the mic.

You can hear your own breathing, but it sounds like it belongs to someone else.

Slow.

Shaky.

Fading.

And then your mind starts to wander.

You’re twelve again

You’re sitting on the hood of Steve’s car, legs swinging, stealing fries from his bag while he pretends not to notice. You remember the sun on your face. The way the sky looked endless and blue.

You’re laughing.

It feels warm there.

You’re at the arcade. Dustin is holding the joystick, tongue poking out, seriously concentrating. You’re leaning on him, laughing at the way he’s yelling at the game, totally immersed.

“You’re cheating!” you shout.

“I am not!” he argues, grin wide. “You just suck!” You punch his shoulder lightly, and he catches your hand, holding it just a second too long. You laugh, heart warm.

You’re at the mall with Max and Eleven, racing from store to store. Max drags you along, laughing, while Eleven grabs your hand to keep up.

At the food court, you share fries and sodas, trying not to laugh when Eleven struggles with her straw.

You’re sitting close, shoulders brushing. Dustin keeps glancing at you, suddenly quiet.

“What?” you tease.

He shrugs, cheeks pink — and then he leans in, clumsy and nervous. Your noses bump, you both laugh softly… and then his lips meet yours, warm and gentle.

Your heart races.

When he pulls back, smiling shyly, you squeeze his hand.

His gaze softens. “You know I love you,” he says gently. “Right?”

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know,” you whisper, “and I love you more than you think.”

Your chest tightens gently. Not pain — just pressure.

Like someone is laying a blanket over you. You think of the last thing you said to him.

I’ll be back. I promise.

Your lips part, but no sound comes out. Inside your mind, you whisper it anyway.

I’m still here.

The memories blur at the edges, colors softening, sounds fading into quiet echoes. It feels like drifting toward sleep — heavy, warm, peaceful.

The last thing you see isn’t the tunnel. It’s Dustin’s smile. And the feeling of his hand in yours.

Then everything goes still.

And quiet. And safe.

Hopper emerges from the Upside Down, carrying her in his arms.

The tunnel air outside smells clean, normal, almost unreal compared to the horrors inside. But her body… her body is limp. Pale. Silent.

Hopper kneels carefully on the ground, setting her down gently. He doesn’t let anyone else touch her. He just sits there, breathing hard, staring at her face.

Dustin bursts forward, radio still in hand, eyes wide. “Y/N?” His voice cracks. “No… no, no, no, no—”

He drops to his knees beside her, shaking her shoulder lightly, searching desperately for any sign of life.

“Dustin,” Hopper says softly, hand on his shoulder. “She… she’s gone.”

Dustin’s hands fall limply to his sides. He can’t look at Hopper. Every thought, every scream he heard in the radio, every memory of her alive and laughing — it all hits him at once.

Steve steps forward slowly, face pale, eyes fixed on her. Dustin freezes mid-breath. He cannot look at Steve. Because Steve is her face, her eyes, her smile — every little thing about her that Dustin loved.

“No,” Dustin whispers, voice breaking. “She… she was just talking to me. She… I heard her… she was fine…”

Hopper kneels beside him, placing a steady hand on his back. “I did what I could-”

Dustin shakes his head violently. “No. No. She’s—she’s here, and I can hear her in my head. She said she’d come back… she promised!”

Steve swallows hard, stepping back. He wants to say something, anything to comfort Dustin, but he knows he can’t. His face, his presence, it’s too much. Every time Dustin looks at him, all he sees is her.

Dustin curls into himself beside her, rocking slightly, whispering all the things he wishes he could tell her one last time:

“I love you. I love you. Come back. Please… come back…”

Hopper sits beside him quietly, silent and solid. He doesn’t try to fix it, doesn’t try to explain it. He just lets him feel the grief, because there’s nothing else he can do.

And there she lies. Lifeless. The girl who ran through the tunnels, who laughed with Max, who raced bikes with Dustin, who stole his cap, who made the world light up with just her presence.

And now she’s gone.

Dustin refuses to look at Steve. Every step, every word from him reminds him of her, and he can’t bear it. So he stays there, pressed close to her, letting Hopper hold him up as the reality sets in.

The world feels too loud, too bright, and too empty — because the one person who made it feel safe is no longer in it.

Steve grieves quietly

The house feels wrong without you.

Steve notices it first in the smallest things — your shoes still by the door, your jacket draped over the back of a chair, the empty space beside him on the couch where you always curled up with your feet tucked under you. He reaches for his keys out of habit, ready to drive you somewhere, ready to complain about your music — and then remembers there’s no one left to argue with.

He doesn’t say your name out loud.

He can’t.

He cleans instead. Wipes counters that are already clean. Folds blankets that still smell faintly like your shampoo. It’s the only way he knows how to keep from falling apart.

Sometimes he catches himself smiling at something dumb — a commercial you would’ve laughed at, a joke you would’ve made — and it knocks the breath out of him all over again.

He was supposed to keep you safe.

Dustin grieves louder.

At night, he keeps your radio on his nightstand, fingers tracing the worn buttons like muscle memory. He presses it to his chest, listening to static like it might turn into your voice if he just waits long enough.

He talks to you when no one’s listening — about school, about stupid arcade games, about everything he never got to tell you.

Some nights he cries so hard his throat aches.

“You were still talking to me,” he whispers into the dark. “You were still alive…”

He can’t bring himself to look at Steve without his chest tightening — because Steve’s eyes, his smile, the way he moves — it all looks too much like you.

And neither of them knows how to be okay in a world that kept going without you.

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Feels like Floating ══ Mike Wheeler

Vecna's gone. The upside down blown to pieces. Now you and the party are trying to enjoy your last summer before college by doing things that normal teenagers do. And it feels amazing.

mike wheeler x f!harrington reader

wc; 3.9k

Warnings: recreational drug use, tooth-rotting fluff, protective older brother!steve, mike wheeler is embarrassingly touch starved, dustin gets paranoid when he’s high, established relationship, no use of y/n

[author's note: i wanted to get this out on the official holiday, but i got a little busy, so it's just a little late! i just love fics where the party gets high together, so please enjoy!]

THE WHEELER BASEMENT was filled with the familiar laughing and arguing of the party. Hands were shoved into buckets of popcorn and Chex Mix. Spilled coke drifted onto the carpet, drying down in an already marked up spot.

Max and Dustin were gathered around the table, engaged in an intense game of chess. Lucas’ eyes were drifting shut as he watched them. Will and Jane lingered but eventually gave up paying attention to instead read gossip magazines, something that was much more stimulating.

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pls robin x harrington reader…set in s3 before he knew that she likes girls and then boom they get caught kissin or something 🥹 and idk what after that. thank youueueh have a great day night or whatever you like

Yes omg loveee this idea

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Harrington! Reader x S3!Robin

Basically you go to Scoops Ahoy to see your girlfriend

You were Steve’s little sister, of course, people knew you for just that, however you were his nerdier counterpart. You rejected any ounce of “popularity” the name got you, which meant your parents weren’t particularly happy with you. But you always had your brother, right? Up until about 2 years ago, you and Steve were very very close. Something happened in November, and now he held you at a distance, you assumed the whole Barb thing. You were at a friends house that night, who was that friend? Robin Buckley. So ever since then, you’d been inseparable. She came out to you sophomore year, and dreaded the whole thing, but you didn’t really care, you loved her all the same.

However over the course of that year, you realized you had feelings for her, and just before the school year ended, confessed your feelings. Now, youve been dating for 3 weeks, so today you’re going to where she works at the mall to surprise her. You did your hair, makeup, and painted your nails, (if you’re a masc forget all this) (MASC not man) and as a final touch, put on her letterman jacket from band.

You got on your bike, and rode about 2 miles into town before leaving it at the front of the mall. You stop in the bathroom, adjust your bra, put on some perfume, and for good measure, unbutton one button down your shirt, just before getting to the parlor, however instead of your girlfriend, you see your brother. “uh..Y/N?” He asks, confused, he’d never seen you this put together. You nervously button up your shirt again not wanting your brother to see your cleavage hanging out. “H-Hi! uh- you work here?”

Steve raises a brow “yeah…what are you doing here?” You try to keep your cool “grabbing ice cream, is that illegal?” He doesn’t buy it but he can’t bother to care. “Uh no”. Robin comes out of the back room “jesus steve how long does it take for- Y/N?” she pauses. “you know my sister?” Steve asks, genuinely confused. “We do theater and band together.” I say, before i dig myself into a deeper hole. Robin nods nervously. “I’m just about to go on my break” Robin tells you.

“Great, then…I’ll just help you in the back till then!” You say, wanting to not waste another second. Steve glares and says “that’s a total health code violation!” But Robins already pulling you into the back. She laughs and once she’s sure no one can see or hear you, she grabs your waist “what are you doing here!!” she says, more excited than angry. “I came to see my girlfriend work, i didn’t know my douche brother would be here” You say, your hands on her face, rubbing her soft cheek with your thumb. “You need to come more often. He totally tries to flirt with half of the girls who come in here it’s pathetic.” She says while laughing. You press your lips on hers, and she pulls you closer, you run a hand through her hair, and trace her spine with your finger nail. Her goosebumps rise with each long stroke down her back, and you move the makeout session into the supply closet.

You slam her into the back shelf, and a box of cones falls and hits her head. “ow!” she shrieks. You check for a second to make sure she’s ok, but then immediately start laughing. “asshole” she mutters as she pulls you closer by your shirt. Your laughs turn back into deep kisses, her tongue and teeth on yours, melting together. Her hand makes its way up your shirt and onto your breast, just when, steve open the door. “SHIT!” you say as steve opens the door and just blankly stares in. He just witnessed his coworker feeling up his little sister, “…” Instead of unleashing anger he just closes the door.

You and Robin collect yourselves to face the music. Steve says nothing, until it’s time to close up. “Y/N did you bike here?” He asks. You nod, he continues “put your bike in my trunk i’ll drive you home” You anxiously gaze at Robin, who is silent for the first time..ever. On the car ride home you wait for Steve to yell at you, when all he says is “..Why Robin?” You can’t help but laugh. “That’s your question?” He nods “I mean, there are some amazing choices in Hawkins, but really? She’s in like theater and band!” You laugh, slightly shocked with how ok he is with this “i’m in theater and band!” He pauses a second before continuing “ok fair point, but she’s also like mean!! she keeps a tally of how many girls reject me” You smirk “it’s a front” you continue “She’s actually really sweet..and..kind, and funny, and really really nervous”

Steve inquired “is she good to you?” you beamed, thinking of the girl “Yeah..she’s really good…” Steve smiled and nudged you with his shoulder “I’m happy for you”

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Eddie Munson Headcanons

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader

A/N: I'm super depressed and this is my only form of comfort these days. So, here you go! If you have any requests, send them my way! Let's make the most of my depression and write these fics.

You're Steve's younger sister and in your senior year. You've definitely ridden on Steve's coat tails and gained popularity for being a Harrington. You're top of your class, a cheerleader, and friends with the 'popular kids'.

Admittedly, you were a bit self absorbed and consumed with the illusion of popularity. You didn't have real friends, no one that you could trust and be your true self around. You think getting dragged into finding Dustin's pet demogorgon was the best thing that could've happened to you. Besides the obvious trauma of everything that happened in '85, you found real friendship.

Robin and you became attached at the hip. You regularly hung out with Nancy. You were still popular but just severely humbled. '85 knocked your ego down a few pegs. You changed.

You changed so much that you didn't even ignore Mike, Dustin and Lucas when they first started highschool! I mean, even after you saw Dustin's Weird Al shirt. You looked out for all of them.

You'd known of Eddie. You'd seen him around at school. He was always really loud, abrasive, and kind of intimidating. He'd jump on top of lunch tables, going on spiels about 'forced conforming'. He was a little odd, a little rough around the corners, but you didn't know enough about him to form an opinion.

You officially met Eddie after Dustin, Mike, and Lucas joined the Hellfire club.

They were having one of their DnD meetings and needed a ride home. You were staying late for cheer practice so you agreed to drop them home.

You'd been waiting in the parking lot when they all came rushing out, 15 minute late.

"Hey, Dingus 1, 2, and 3! I've been waiting for 15 minutes!"

Eddie and everyone else in the Hellfire club (excluding the party) looked shocked when they saw you, to say the least.

"You know Y/N?" Eddie whispered to Dustin.

"Yeah, she's one of my best friends."

"You're friends with Y/N Harrington? Queen of Hawkins? Are you aware of the fact that we exist on the opposite spectrum of the stratosphere from her?" Gareth spoke incredulously, "Are you making this shit up?"

Before Dustin could respond, they all reached where Y/N was standing.

"Y/N! These are our friends from Hellfire! This is Gareth, this is Jeff, oh and this is Eddie! He's the president." Dustin excitedly spoke.

You gave them all a smile and a shy wave, "I've heard so much about you guys! These three were really excited when they found out about your DnD club."

"Do you play?" Gareth asked, immediately being smacked on the arm by Jeff who whispered: "I highly doubt that, idiot."

You smirked slyly and said: "Oh, I used to play with these guys all the time! We've been on many adventures. Fighting demogorgons, slaying a Mind Flayer, we've done it all." Of course, this wasn't a complete lie. You hadn't ever played a DnD game. Hell, you weren't even entirely sure what it was. But you had fought monsters with them. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas looked at you with incredulous looks and rolled their eyes, nodding along with your lie.

Of course, Eddie, Gareth, and Jeff didn't know the truth. They were pretty amazed that you even knew what DnD was.

After that first meeting, you'd smile and greet the Hellfire club whenever you saw them around school.

You'd also stand up for them if any of the jocks were messing with them.

Like the time Jason had shoved Gareth in the hallway and called him a 'freak', you'd immediately smacked the back of Jason's head and told him to 'fuck off'.

This is becoming more about the Hellfire club than Eddie so let's refocus.

You realized that you and Eddie were in some of the same classes. Now that you'd officially met him, you became more aware of him. Suddenly, he was everywhere.

The first time you'd chosen to sit down next to him in class, he'd choked on the water he was drinking.

"Are you okay?"

Y-yeah, just..water..wrong pipe. What're you doing here?"

"In this class?"

"Uh-no-like here, with me, in this seat?"

Oh, I'm sorry! Do you want me to move?"

No! Sorry, that came out wrong! I just-I wasn't expecting you to interact with us...you know the whole being 'freaks' thing...it might affect the way people see you."

"I don't care how people see me. Besides, I'm also a freak. Maybe just a...closeted freak."

Eddie swore that was when he fell in love with you.

Suddenly you were hanging out with each other all the time, sitting together in class, talking in the parking lot after school, giggling over random stuff in the hallway.

The more Eddie got to know you, the more he fell in love.

He'd find dumb reasons to touch you, passing random notes with doodles in class so he could briefly touch your hand, pretending like you had an eyelash on your cheek so he could take it off, ruffling your hair jokingly, putting his arm around your shoulder so he could whisper 'top secret DnD campaign stuff' (which was obviously just an excuse).

Your relationship developed and soon you'd be over at his place learning how to play his guitar, or going through his music collection, or forcing him to do his homework.

The first time you kissed was after Eddie accidentally confessed that he liked you. He heard that you were going out on a date with some random jock from school, and it was like all his nerves went into hyperdrive and the words spilled out. He thought that you'd never talk to him again, that he'd ruined everything, but you'd simply smiled and kissed him gently.

"I like you, too."

Bonus content: Dustin cries after you two get together. Happy cries, though. Mike gags any time he sees you two even remotely close to each other, even when you're not touching.

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Tell us more about the Ugly Truth!!! I love the concept it looks so intriguing

Ahhhhhhh TJ !!!!!!!!

Okay so....... The Ugly Truth is a enemies to lovers meets soulmate au ..

An Eddie Munson x Harrington Fem reader story

So in my little world when you and your soulmate make eye contact for the very first time a word is then scribed to your skin basically a little tattoo reminder of your attachment. (I've got a little more lore on this but for now this will do lol )

The word that is granted is the one thing that brings peace to your soulmate , it's the thing that makes each part of the couple stronger.

The thing about this story is that you are a Harrington by blood. Steve's older sister by three years. You've never felt like one though. You've never been the golden child , more the rebel with no direction.

There is no upside down within this story but Steve and Eddie have managed to somehow end up in each other's lives ..... It was Dustin ....

Dustin was the glue that holds all.

Except you had not even an inkling into Steve's world. Nope your world revolved around you and what you want to do. A selfish brat your father would call you time and time again.

... That all changes when a word appears on your shoulder ... Out of place and hard to see.

It didn't stop you in your tracks ... If anything it made you derail.

The world you once thought turned on its axis for your amusement collides into one of a very opposite nature and it turns yours into stardust.

An angsty little fic about finding yourself. A quest to find yourself romantically, platonically, wholly.

You just never thought you'd have someone to ride shotgun...

Ask me anything about the wips 😊

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Hi! Would you write something along the lines of Steve finding out his sister is dating max 🤍

Caught

Harrington reader x Max Mayfield

A/N: The brother sister dynamic is simulator to the one I have with my older brother which I personally think makes it quite realistic idk// but also thanks for requesting, had a bit of a lack of motivation and this got me going hahhah

Summary: Your big brother finds out about your relationship to Max

You and Max where dating since almost half a year. You decided to keep it a secret, due to it being the 80’s and you also having homophobic parents. Meaning your relationship was hidden behind the terms of best friends. Friends going for the movies, friends having sleepovers, friends occasionally holding hands, friends who definitely looked at each other, with a little to much adoration.

You envied you brother for being able to do all those things with his dates and actually being able to call them that. No one would look at him as if it was weird. No one would question it, dismissing it as teens doing what teens do. But you couldn’t so, you had to sneak around. Meeting up with max in the bathroom, between class, to do something as simple as share a kiss or two.

As mentioned the two of you had regular sleep overs. Your parents went on a trip for the weekend and Steve had to work.

You made pasta with Max and ended up on the couch cuddling, while she read one of her many comic books to you. Dozing off you listened to her calm heartbeat.

Just to be soon woken up by the loud sound of the front door falling shut. As the information sunk in you jumped up the couch, being scared your parents would come home early. But before you stood a confused looking Steve. “Man, Steve you scared me to death!” His looked keeper wavering between you and your girlfriend. “What’s going on here?” You gulped, a hundred thoughts where running through your mind. “Stop biting you lip, it looks ugly and don’t panic, whatever this, is I’m ok with it. Well as far as I’m being ok of you having anything with anyone.” You sat back down on the couch, while Max got up from her lying position and settled next to you. Steve sat in an armchair across from the two of you.

“What is this?” Was his first question while gesturing between the two off you. Max took your hand in hers, “We are dating.” Your brothers eyebrows peaked up while he gave a nod, “Since when?” “Half a year,… in two weeks.” Now he looked surprised “How did you keep this so long from me?!” “Well I’m smart and wanted to keep it secret and your an idiot.” Fake laughing, he showed his annoyance to you. “Are you mad at me?” Steve shook his head got up from his seat and brought you into a hug. Tears welled up in your eyes and you let out a deep breath “I’m not mad about you liking girls. But why Max?” He had a painful expression on his face to which Max hit his arm. “Look, she’s always mean to me!” You couldn’t do anything but laugh, as the two of them started bickering as always.

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Devilishly Angelic - Part 3: The morning after

EddieMunson x HarringtonFemale

Summary: You’re Steve’s sister at the Harrington annual Hallowe’en party and Steve has tried his best to cockblock you and have successfully got Eddie on his own and in your room but will you be able to get him out without Steve seeing?

Part 3 of Devilishly Angelic.

Part 1 available below

Part 2 available below

Wordcount: 4.5k

Warnings: Swearing, SMUT (Minors DNI - 18+ ONLY), use of Y/N

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Robin Buckley x reader

No but imagine you’re Steve’s sister, graduated the year after, and you spend your whole summer off from college listening to them talk about girls and Robin is saying how there are no other lesbians in your town, and how even if there were it would be too dangerous to try and find them.

And you’re just sitting there, in the back of the car, having become their third wheel over the summer like “I know another lesbian from Hawkins”.

And they look at you as if you’ve grown a second head, too blind to figure out what you were actually telling them.

So the next week of your life is spent with them naming every girl they can think of. Even freakin’ Tammy.

It’s not until Steve suggests Nancy that you snap.

“Wheeler? You think Wheeler is gay? Steve you dated Nancy! Of course she’s not gay… that girl is as straight as they come!” You yell.

They look at each other in shock, and then back at you.

“Well then who is it? We’ve listed literally every girl who’s lived in Hawkins in the last ten years and you’ve said no!” Steve argued

“Plus the fact that you’ve not exactly volunteered the information yourself,” Robin added, “aside from dropping the bombshell in the first place”.

“I mean you could be keeping me from the love of my life here!” You couldn’t help the way your heart jumped when she said that, your soft spot for Robins ADHD tendencies and kind eyes having only gotten worse with your forced proximity this summer.

“Yeah, Y/N, don’t you want to help Robin find her true love?” Steve teased.

“It’s me, you idiots. The only name you haven’t guessed, by the way” you roll your eyes. It’s not like coming out to your brother was a big deal, you knew he wouldn’t care.

But Robin… the way she was looking at you right now, you could have sworn you saw her smile.

“Well shit, y/n, we’re trying to find Robin a girlfriend!” He looked between the two of you, “she can’t date you now, can she?”

Poor Steve had no idea what he was in for.

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