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Billy x Fem!Reader!Harrington

Warnings: Stranger Things, mention of abuse

Word count: 970

Summary: Billy finds comfort in an odd place. His enemies sisters arm’s.

Authors Note: A vulnerable Billy story.

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Y/n was sitting in her room reading when she started to hear a light tapping on her window which she knew was odd since her bedroom is on the second floor and only her brother was home, probably in his own room. Y/n got up to check once the tapping got more rapid. Was it the smartest thing in their town? No, but Y/n was pretty sure nothing from the upside down would care enough to knock.

“What are you doing here? You know Steve’s home right?” Y/n said as she let in her brother’s enemy, helping him in through her window. He hadn’t mentioned coming over earlier at school so Y/n was very surprised.

“I-I  didn’t know where else to go.” Billy hissed from pain as he stood up.

“Oh god Billy.” Y/n gasped taking in the already forming bruises on his face.

“Could you help?” He asked, having trouble taking off his jacket. Y/n nodded and gently helped him take off his jacket.

secretbf! steve harrington x reader: comforting steve amidst what might just be the end of the world

tags: sweet with some angst surrounding the end of the world, secret relationship, spoilers for s5 (written before vol 3), comfort, listen to "who knows" by daniel caesar a/n: i was feeling depressed so i wrote this instead. happy new year <3

it'd been a long day.

steve's not getting his car back anytime soon. jonathan and nancy almost died. max is awake. eleven has a sister who is going to help them defeat vecna. will can channel vecna.

it's a lot.

after regrouping at the squawk and going over the final plan for might very well end in destruction of hawkins and otherwise the universe, everyone is on edge. they're organizing weapons and prepping for the worse. steve's trying to be helpful, he's keeping an eye on the kids (dustin in particular after what happened in the upside down not too many moments ago), and steve is almost as ready as there is to be for whatever is about to come. key word: almost.

his mind is on somewhere else. someone else. you.

when he thinks no one is looking he's been pulling out his wallet to look at the polaroid of you and him. nobody knows about you and his relationship apart from robin and hopper. steve had thought him and you were being discreet beneath the night sky behind the squawk. but he kissed you a little too long under the stars once, reluctantly letting you go despite you running late anyway, and hopper had caught the two of you. the former police chief was coming by to pick up something for el. steve had begged hopper to not say anything, wanting to keep you away from the complicatedness of it all. hopper, surprisingly and begrudgingly, understood.

but in all the prep for the end hopper momentarily lets his attention sway from el to the group. he can't help but notice steve looking at the photo, putting it away, fidgeting before helping someone who needs something, and repeat. hopper glances at the clock and the room, and decides to tell steve that he has an hour to "get more supplies".

one hour.

steve has never made it to your house this fast.

when you let him in you smile softly and understandingly. you carefully take his leather jacket off of his shoulders and his bandana from his neck and the hat that sits backward on his head to fix his hair.

"there you are." you hum at him lovingly, taking his hands and leading him to sit with you on the couch. steve just about melts as he gently guides you to rest on your back so he can lay on you like a human weighted blanket.

steve's explained to you everything that has happened in the group starting from the very beginning, filling you in whenever he gets the chance even now. he keeps you away from everyone because you're his one good thing. you're untouched by danger that way.

"do you think everything will be okay?" steve asks, his voice a bit muffled from where his face hides in your chest and your fingers run through his hair.

"i don't know. i hope so." you answer with simple honesty . you both know that everything is scary and not certain. steve wonders if it's a crime to be unsure of the future, not just one where everyone lives, but of one in which he could get to be with you.

your hope keeps him going though. it's moments like this, where he doesn't have to be a babysitter, or a hero. he can be more than his mistakes and everything he didn't do. you believe in him, and let him come to you.

as the minutes tick by, steve shifts to squeeze himself to lay next to you on the limited space on the sofa. he props his head up with one hand so he can look at you while the other gently strokes the skin of your hip where your shirt (aka his that he left here a few days ago) ridden up.

"i made a pact. with dustin. i promised him, if he dies, i die too." steve admits to you. dustin doesn't know about you. at least not the full truth, just that your picture is in steve's wallet and was also clipped to steve's sunvisor in the beamer. steve wouldn't share much else. but because of that, and steve wanting to be reassuring to the kid, he couldn't not agree.

"are you scared?" you ask, not trying to push but wanting the truth from your boyfriend.

steve pauses for what feels like a long time before sighing.

"i am." he admits. steve doesn't want to be a coward. things feel awfully final this time around, and he doesn't want to think about what life would be like if somehow coming home to you wasn't an option.

despite his fears, you take it as what they are and hold him for as long as you can. it's your way of not trying to give him false security, but letting him know you love him. that you hope that can be enough to sustain him through this. you're much too pure, too kind, and good for him. but whatever universe or god decided to gift you to him, he's grateful.

when his hour is up, you carefully help him get his monster fighting gear back on. he tugs his cozy sweater he was wearing earlier, his favorite one that he never lets you steal, over your head. he wraps his arms around your waist, yours tangling around his neck as your foreheads press together.

"be careful." you tell each other at the same time, closing your eyes as your lips meet the others slow and soft in a kiss that says "i'll love you always" because saying it outloud is too hard right now.

he wants to tell you that if this evil gets defeated and he does get to come home, he wants to marry you. maybe finally introduce you properly to the others. to get the hell out of hawkins after. but who knows? he might just have to take that to the grave if that's what's coming for him.

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Where Y/n has been dating Nancy for a few quiet months, and when he finally meets her family, he instantly wins them over with his charm. Encouraged by how well her boyfriend fits into her world, Nancy gathers the courage to meet his father next.

Warnings: The fluffiest of fluffs. S1 Nancy. Hopper! Reader.

Word count: 1836

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

Y/n had faced all kinds of things in his life—early mornings in the woods with his dad, getting dragged along on fishing trips, learning how to track deer despite secretly preferring comic books—but none of that prepared him for the Wheeler household.

Especially when he was meeting Nancy’s family for the first time.

The boy's palms were sweating against the collar of his nicest flannel shirt as he walked up the driveway. Nancy walked beside him, her fingers brushing his like she could sense his nerves. She wore a soft, encouraging smile—the one she always gave him right before he spiraled too deep into his head.

“You’ll be fine,” The girl whispered. “I promise.”

“Yeah, well… I’m less worried about me and more about your dad staring into my soul.”

Nancy laughed, nudging her boyfriend with her shoulder. “Trust me, Ted staring into your soul would require effort.”

That actually helped.

Inside, the Wheeler home smelled exactly how Y/n imagined it: warm, clean, like laundry detergent and something baking in the oven. Karen walked out of the kitchen first, wiping her hands on a towel. Holly clung to her leg. Mike peeked from behind the wall, eyes already bright with curiosity.

“You must be (Y/N),” Karen said, her eyebrows lifting—clearly surprised. Y/n wasn't sure whether it was surprised by his height, his broad frame, or the fact that he looked more like he belonged in the woods than in her living room. “Nancy’s told us… well, not much, actually.”

Nancy groaned softly. “Mom…”

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” Karen continued, stepping forward with a smile that seemed genuinely warm. “Come in, come in.”

Y/n tried not to fidget, but then Holly toddled forward, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt. She stared up at him with big, round eyes.

He then crouched down immediately. “Hey there,” the boy said softly, smiling. “You must be the little princess I heard about.”

Holly grinned—this tiny, delighted little sound escaping her as she pressed her hands to her cheeks. She hid behind Karen’s leg again, peeking out shyly.

“Great,” Nancy muttered teasingly. “Already stealing my sister.”

Y/n placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “Hey, I stand no chance against royalty.”

That earned another laugh from Holly and a smile from Karen.

Ted finally appeared from the den, his newspaper tucked under his arm. He gave the boy a glance—a single, disinterested scan—before nodding.

“Ah,” he said flatly. “Nancy’s friend.”

“Dad,” Nancy sighed. “He's my boyfriend.”

Ted blinked at that, nodded again, and wandered straight into the kitchen without a single follow-up question. Karen gave an embarrassed smile and mouthed, I’m sorry.

Y/n leaned down slightly toward Nancy and whispered, “That went better than I thought.”

Mike walked right up to the older boy, then scanned his eyes over his shirt. “Hey, is that a Hellboy pin?”

Y/n's eyes lit up. “Yeah! You read those?”

“Of course I do!” Mike practically bounced. “Do you think Hellboy could beat the Demogorgon—or like, a Demogorgon-type monster in D&D?”

The older boy's face brightened instantly—this was his language. “Depends which version you’re talking about. Early-run Hellboy? Absolutely. Later arcs? Not as clean a fight.”

“Oh my God,” Nancy whispered behind her boyfriend, both amused and relieved. “Here we go.”

Mike pulled the older boy toward the living room, already rapid-firing questions about comic lore, monster stats, and whether he ever played D&D with his dad.

Y/n snorted. “My dad? Chief Hopper? He once grounded me because I tried to make him be the dungeon master.”

Mike gasped dramatically. “Tragic.”

From the kitchen doorway, Nancy watched her boyfriend and her brother fall into instant, animated conversation. Y/n was explaining why magical resistance didn’t necessarily make a creature invincible; Mike was nodding so enthusiastically that his hair bounced.

Karen leaned closer to Nancy and whispered, “He’s sweet.”

Nancy’s cheeks turned a little pink. “Yeah,” she murmured. “He really is.”

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Dinner was easier than Y/n expected. Holly insisted on sitting beside him, occasionally slipping him toy blocks or tapping his arm so he’d whisper “Your Majesty” again. Karen asked polite questions, and the boy did his best to answer without sounding like a complete dork. Ted ate quietly but didn’t seem bothered by his existence, which Nancy silently celebrated as a victory.

And Nancy… she kept looking at him.

Softly. Warmly.

Whenever Y/n laughed at something Mike said, or leaned down so Holly could braid his fingers with hers, or answered one of Karen’s questions with that shy smile he tried so hard to hide—her chest filled with something light and warm.

By the time dessert came out, Y/n realized something: he wasn't nervous anymore.

Nancy placed her hand on his knee under the table, her thumb brushing patiently back and forth.

“See?” she whispered, leaning closer. “Told you you’d be fine.”

Y/n turned his head slightly so only the girl could hear.

“I’m more than fine,” he murmured. “I’m with you.”

Nancy’s cheeks flushed. She looked down at her lap like she was trying not to smile too hard, though the corners of her mouth still curled.

Outside, Mike was already asking if he’d come over again to help him build a new D&D campaign. Holly waved her tiny arms when Y/n stood, like she didn’t want her “knight” to leave yet. Karen hugged him warmly. And Ted… nodded again.

And when the door closed behind the two of them, Nancy laced her fingers with Y/n's.

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For tonight. For them. For… everything.”

Y/n squeezed her hand gently. “Anytime, Nance.”

The girl then leaned her head up as her arms wrapped around her boyfriend's neck to bring him down and kissed him softly on the lips. With a final kiss, Nancy stepped back and exchanged a shy smile with Y/n while she watched as her boyfriend walked down the driveway, the porch light was glowing behind him like something out of a movie.

Soft and domestic... Exactly the way she liked Y/n Hopper.

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Nancy Wheeler had survived pop quizzes, Steve Harrington’s inssessive flirting, a suspiciously long science fair, and an encounter with a creature she still refused to think about.

But meeting Jim Hopper as her boyfriend’s father?

That was a whole different kind of terrifying.

Her boyfriend could tell she was nervous from the moment she stepped out of her car. Nancy smoothed her sweater three times, checked her hair in the side mirror twice, and then checked Y/n's.

“Do I look okay?” she whispered.

“You look perfect,” the boy assured her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “He’s gonna love you.”

Nancy gave her boyfriend a look that said she absolutely did not believe that.

Y/n's house was smaller than the Wheelers’. A little messy, a little worn, the porch steps creaking under his weight. But it felt warm. Safe. Home.

Inside, something good was cooking, which was suspicious—Y/n knew his dad only cooked like that when he was trying to be impressive. Or hide the fact that he burned something else first.

Jim looked up from the stove as you both stepped in. He wore his usual flannel, sleeves rolled up, badge tossed on the counter like it offended him.

“There they are,” the man said, though he was mostly looking her over. “Nancy Wheeler, right?”

“Yes, sir,” Nancy said politely.

“Sir?” Jim snorted, waving a spoon. “Kid, nobody calls me ‘sir’ unless I’m arresting them.”

“Oh—sorry,” Nancy mumbled, cheeks pink. “Um—Chief Hopper?”

He blinked. “...Yeah, okay. That works.”

Y/n lightly nudged his girlfriend's shoulder. “He’s harmless. Big teddy bear.”

“Keep it up,” Hopper muttered, “and you’re doing the dishes tonight.”

Nancy giggled under her breath. Y/n shot her a betrayed look.

The three of them sat for dinner—steak, mashed potatoes, and corn. The kind of meal Hopper made when he actually wanted someone to think he had his life together.

“So,” Hopper said, stabbing a piece of steak with unnecessary intensity. “My boy says you’re big on school.”

Nancy nodded quickly. “Yes. I… really like working hard. I want to get into a good college.”

“Hm.”

Hm? That was it?

Y/n cleared his throat. “She, uh… tutors me sometimes.”

Hopper’s eyebrow shot straight up.

“Tutors? In what?”

The boy choked slightly on air. Nancy answered before her boyfriend died from embarrassment.

“History,” the girl said gently. “And English sometimes.”

Hopper leaned back, attention flipping between the two teenagers.

“So you’re the reason he passed that last exam.”

Nancy blushed. “I—I wouldn’t say I passed it for him—”

Hopper held up a hand. “No. No, let me have this. You did society a favor.”

Y/n dropped his forehead to his hand. “Dad.”

Nancy tried not to laugh but failed miserably. Her shoulders shook, and Hopper grinned like he was already getting along with her better than he ever did with his son.

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After dinner, while Hopper washed up (because he lost at rock, paper, scissors—Y/n was a master), the teenage couple sat on the couch. The living room was dim except for the lamp beside Nancy. It cast warm light over her hair, softening her expression.

The girl looked around quietly, taking in the little details—Y/n's fishing rods against the corner, stacks of comics, the photo of him and Hopper at the lake, both sunburned.

“It feels cozy here,” she said softly.

Y/n shrugged. “It’s nothing fancy.”

“I didn’t say fancy,” The girl murmured, leaning closer. “I said cozy.”

A heavy clatter came from the kitchen.

“Damn sink,” Hopper grumbled.

Nancy giggled again, the sound sweet and light. Her hand slipped into her boyfriend's without hesitation.

“I like it here,” she whispered.

“You like him?” Y/n asked, nodding toward the kitchen.

The girl smiled. “I actually do. He’s funny.”

Y/n's brows shot up. “Hopper? Chief Hopper? My Dad? Funny? Are you sure you’re not sick?”

Nancy nudged him. “Shut up.”

Then, a voice bellowed from the kitchen:

“Hey. Do you want Ice Cream or not?”

Nancy stiffened.

Y/n laughed. “ Don't worry. That means he likes you.”

Hopper appeared with two bowls in hand. “And I only scooped two,” he said, eyes narrowing at his son. “Because someone keeps eating my chocolate.”

“I don’t—”

“You do.”

Nancy shook with laughter again.

The three of them ended the night watching TV—some old western Hopper swore was “a classic.” Nancy rested her head on Y/n's shoulder, his arm curled around her shoulders. Hopper pretended not to look over at them every few minutes, pretending to still be invested in the movie.

But at one point, he caught his son's eyes and gave him the tiniest nod.

A rare Hopper approval.

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By the time Y/n walked Nancy back to her car, the sky was dark, the air cool. The girl turned to him before getting in.

“Thank you for tonight,” she said softly. “Your dad is… really wonderful.”

“You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not.” She stepped closer, smiling. “I’m glad I got to see your world.”

Y/n laced his fingers with hers. He then lifted their hands and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

“Then I’m glad you’re part of it.”

Nancy kissed his cheek—quick, warm, and full of quiet affection.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, breath lingering on the boy's skin.

As she drove away, Hopper stepped onto the porch.

“She’s a good one,” he said.

“Yeah,” Y/n murmured, still flushed. “She is.”

Hopper crossed his arms.

“Don’t screw it up, kid.”

Y/n glanced at his Dad. He wasn’t joking—but he wasn’t threatening either.

“I won’t,” he said honestly.

Hopper nodded once. “Good.”

Then he paused.

“So… did she like the ice cream?”