#strangerthingsimagines

You manage a half-smile, shuffling over, the handle of your suitcase jerking as you try not to trip over your own feet. You’re a bundle of nerves, cheeks warming up at just the sight of him. The moment is fleeting as he helps with your bag, gives you a quick hug, and nudges you into the passenger seat, barely more than a heartbeat, before he has to drive away. The rush, the swirl of smells in his van — a mix of old leather and Eddie's cologne — it’s almost too much, too fast.

“So…how was the flight?” His question comes as he pulls out of the terminal, glancing at you with the same easy grin you recognize from countless video calls, but there’s something about it here, in the close confines of his van, that has you glancing away.

“Oh, you know,” you say, trying not to fumble over words, “turbulence, overpriced coffee, the usual.” You laugh, though it sounds thin to your ears, your fingers fiddling with the fraying edge of your sweater as you look out the window, desperate to act casual.

But Eddie doesn’t seem fazed, filling the silence with his own tales, stories that come tumbling out like he’s known you forever, while you barely manage a laugh here or a nod there, trying not to analyze every twitch of his hand, every look he sneaks over.

The temptation to reach for him, to feel his hand in yours, keeps dancing at the edge of your mind, but each time you almost reach out, you pull back, afraid of what it might mean — of what it might change.

The scenery shifts, trees thickening as he veers off the main road, the small town of Hawkins behind you. “Thought I’d take you somewhere cool first,” Eddie says, eyes flicking to yours with that glint of mischief you love so much. “Got a nature trail I think you’ll like.”

You nod, smiling despite yourself, fingers clenched tight on your seatbelt as the van eases to a stop in a small gravel lot. The woods loom large around you, leaves crunching underfoot as you both step out.

It’s quiet, peaceful, and a little easier to breathe here, surrounded by trees and the crisp October air. As you walk, you almost blurt out what you’ve been dying to tell him for months now — that he’s everything you didn’t know you needed, that maybe these two years have been leading up to this. But before you can even find the words, he’s speaking, his tone softer, gaze far away.

“Me and the girl I was seeing… we, uh… called it quits,” he murmurs, kicking at a loose stone in the path.

“Oh…” You swallow, feeling that familiar ache unfurling in your chest, the confession you’d planned dissolving before you. “I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“Nah, it’s… fine. Kinda inevitable, really,” he says, but there’s a weight in his words. You nod, though everything in you sinks, the words you’d practiced dying on your lips. Now isn’t the time.

The sun dips lower, casting long shadows across the trail as you head back to his apartment, and by the time you’ve finished dinner, it’s easy to sink into the comfort of his presence, laughter breaking through the lingering tension.

He insists you take his bed, but you end up curled beside him anyway, breathing steady in the soft silence as you lie awake, the warmth of him too near, too impossible. Somehow, you fall asleep beside him, his arm brushing yours.

The next morning, he takes you to a diner for breakfast, filling up on pancakes and coffee before heading to the bookstore. You roam the aisles together, trading book recommendations, and he laughs as you light up at the rare first editions on display. You’re like two kids exploring the shelves, losing time until he drags you to his favorite record store.

The store is a chaotic blend of genres, vinyl covers spilling over shelves, and it’s easy to let yourself get lost in the noise, the closeness of him by your side as you flip through albums together. You catch him glancing at you once or twice, an odd look in his eyes that he quickly hides behind a smirk or a joke. It keeps you wondering, thoughts churning, but you push it down, telling yourself he’s still getting over his breakup.

At Spirit Halloween, the eerie decorations and creepy animatronics distract you both for a while, laughter echoing through the aisles as you try on absurd costumes and take pictures, Robin joining you later. She’s quick to warm up to you, and you find yourself talking easily with her, sharing little jokes as Eddie watches you, a quiet smile on his face.

The night settles around you like a heavy blanket, shadows softening the edges of Eddie’s apartment, casting everything in a warm, secretive glow. You’re both sprawled on his worn-out couch, a stack of empty takeout containers scattered on the table, and the low hum of a vinyl record spinning in the background. Eddie’s laughter has faded to a comfortable silence, but his gaze lingers — warm, thoughtful, almost hesitant. He’s close, his arm resting along the back of the couch, his eyes holding yours in a way that makes your heart stammer in your chest. You feel it, the gentle weight of his attention, how it sends warmth spreading through you, wrapping around every corner of your mind.

He clears his throat, fingers drumming lightly on his knee before his voice cuts through the quiet. “Hey… can I kiss you?”

The air stills, and for a moment, everything inside you freezes, disbelief mixing with the heady rush of want that coils in your chest. Your pulse drums, quick and unsteady, and every warning you’ve told yourself, every reason to guard your heart, fades like distant echoes. There’s nothing in this moment but the pull of him, the wild, reckless promise in his eyes, and the way your entire body leans forward, answering him. “Yes,” you whisper, the word barely a breath, but it’s all he needs.

Then his lips find yours, soft but sure, and the world dissolves. His kiss is a quiet question, slow and gentle, then insistent, and your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. His hand slides around your back, fingers pressing against your spine, anchoring you to him, the warmth of his touch sending a thrill down your skin. The kiss deepens, his mouth exploring yours with an urgency that leaves you breathless, dizzy, like you’re both unraveling and coming together all at once. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know this is going to hurt, but in the heat of his touch, you can’t make yourself care.

Hours blur and melt into each other, and by the time exhaustion pulls you both under, the last thought that dances across your mind is how perfect it all feels, how alive you feel wrapped in his arms, knowing you’re about to lose this.

The next morning, dawn filters through the blinds, spilling over his sleeping face. You slip from the bed, moving quietly to the bathroom, steeling yourself under the cool spray of the shower, rehearsing the words you’ve wanted to say all weekend. Today’s the day, you tell yourself. You’ll tell him everything.

You go through the motions, folding your clothes into your suitcase, brushing your fingers over little memories from the past few days — his laugh, the way his hand felt in yours, the warmth of his gaze. But as he drives you to the airport, your heart in your throat, the silence in the car starts to stretch thin, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on you.

Finally, just as you’re working up the nerve, he breaks the silence, voice a little too casual. “Hey, so… my ex texted me this morning.”

You freeze, breath catching, and every ounce of courage, every moment you’d built up over the weekend, shatters like glass. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “She… I don’t know. She wants to talk things over when you leave. Try and… I don’t know, sort things out, I guess.”

Your chest tightens, the ache blooming sharp and sudden, but you force a smile, nodding as if you understand. Inside, though, every word you’ve been holding onto slips away, and all you’re left with is the hollow space where they’d been.

The airport appears in the distance, the moment closing in. You open your mouth, the urge to say something clawing at you, desperate to leave him with a piece of what you feel, but the words stick, the weight of everything that’s changed sitting heavy in your throat. “Thanks for the weekend, Eddie. Really. It… it meant a lot.”

He looks at you, something flickering in his eyes — confusion, maybe regret — but he nods, his smile soft, genuine. “Yeah, it meant a lot to me too.”

And then, before you can let yourself say anything more, you pull your suitcase from the backseat, giving him one last, lingering look. There’s so much you want to tell him, so much you ache to say, but you hold it in, swallowing the words, letting them settle painfully in your chest as you walk through the terminal doors.

It’s only when you’re seated at your gate, the minutes ticking down, that you finally let yourself feel it. The ache unfurls, bittersweet and raw, knowing that while he’ll always mean everything to you, you’ll keep loving him — silently, painfully, and completely. You turn the memory of his kiss over in your mind, replaying the warmth of his touch, the way his eyes held something unspoken every time he looked at you. Part of you wonders if he felt it too, even just for a moment.

But then the reality hits, sharp as a knife: his ex’s message, the way he spoke about her with a hesitant hope in his voice. The hope that he might go back to her, that maybe she’s the one he’ll choose in the end. And you’re left here, the weight of your silence and all the unsaid words pressing down on you like a stone.

A thought flickers, quiet and unsettling — Was that it? Was that my one chance, and did I miss it? You bite your lip, holding back tears as you wonder if the weekend, fleeting and fragile, was all you were ever meant to have. Did he feel something real, something he’d only bury again the moment you walked away? Or was it just you, holding on to a dream, hoping for something more that might already be slipping away?

As they call your boarding group, you glance back one last time, almost expecting to see him there, running to you with all the things you’re dying to hear. But the terminal is empty, and you turn toward the gate, feeling the ache settle deeper, hollow but heavy.

And as you walk down the jetway, the question lingers, hanging over you like a shadow: Is it truly over now?

“No!” You protested, unable to make eye contact with her.

“Alright, alright,” Nancy mumbled, throwing her hands up in front of her and backing away slightly. You took in another deep breath before forcing your lips into a smile and heading toward the entrance. Nancy followed after you.

As you walked through the front door, your nose was infiltrated by the unpleasant smell of alcohol and sweat. You turned to the right, looking at the spot you had seen Robin in through the window, and realised she was gone. You made your way through the crowd of people that spread themselves out throughout the house, looking for her. Somewhere, along the way, you had lost Nancy in the swarm of drunk bodies that filled every room of the house.

Suddenly, your search was interrupted when you ran straight into someone, causing both of you to fall to the floor.

“Hey, watch where you’re–”

“I’m so sorry,” You apologised, steadying your dizzy eyes.

“Y/N?”

“I’m so stupid, I should’ve–” You continued, not realising who you had run into. You scramble to get to your feet, but fall after a failed attempt. You lifted your head to look at the person and realise it’s Robin. Your mouth opens with a gasp and stills, staring at the girl for a moment.

“Y/N,” Robin repeated.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” You said, blinking rapidly and waking yourself back up.

“No, no, don’t worry about it, pretty girl.” She replied, reaching out her hand for you to grab. You look down at her hand and then back at her. She moves it closer to you and wiggles her fingers, signalling for you to grab it. You reach for her hand and gently wrap your fingers around her palm, letting her pull you up to your feet. You take a deep breath and gulp, looking back into her eyes and maybe holding her hand for a little longer than you should’ve.

“Thank you.” You added, looking around the room to avoid eye contact. Robin looks down at your shirt, which is now covered in red punch.

“Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry,” She added, guilt flooding her voice. You looked down at your shirt and the big red stain that now came with it and sighed. You had gotten all dressed up for Robin, just to have her ruin your pretty little outfit with her drink. You looked up at Robin with a fake smile plastered onto your face.

“It’s fine, Robin.” You assured, looking around the room for the closest bathroom.

“I’m– fuck.” She cursed, running her hands through her hair. “Here, let me help.” She grabbed your hand and dragged you through the crowd of people, not caring for the other people she ran into. She grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing two people making out inside. She cringed as she shut it again, before reopening it with her eyebrows raised.

“Steve?” She said, looking at the boy and girl who had now stopped kissing each other.

“Robin! H-Hey!” He called, wiping the lipstick off of his lip and turning to face her. He looked down at where your hands entwined and raised his eyebrow before looking back at her with a smile. “Oh, you two were– right, right, no, yeah.” He stuttered. You looked at him, confusion written all over your face.

“No, Steve–” Robin tried, but he stopped her.

“We’ll just get right out of your way,” He continued, grabbing the girl and dragging her out of the bathroom. It was almost like there was some kind of secret message floating between the two of them that couldn’t be spoken aloud; or at least not in front of you.

Robin rolled her eyes as she pulled you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She grabbed a couple pieces of toilet paper before wetting them under the tap. She moved to pat the paper against your shirt but stopped herself before awkwardly handing the paper to you instead. You took it from her with a smile and slowly began trying to get the stain out of your shirt.

You patted the paper against your shirt a couple more times before tossing it onto the sink. Robin looked at you.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s gonna come out.” You added, breaking the silence.

“Wouldn’t be the first thing to not–” She paused. “Never mind.” She grabbed the scrunched-up piece of paper and bent down, holding it close to where the stain sat. She paused and looked up at you, “Can I..?”

“Oh yeah, sure, go for it.” You said. She gently pressed the paper against the stain, testing the waters, before lifting it back up and doing it again. She pulled away and stood up straight, nodding her head toward the counter. "Up."

"What?"

"Sit on the counter, it'll be easier for me." She instructed, nodding to the sink once more. You stared at her for a moment, your lips parted slightly and your eyebrows raised. "I said, sit on the counter." She added, her tone growing sterner. You quickly obliged, lifting your butt on top of the counter. Your feet dangled above the ground as you looked at Robin. She smiled at you before moving her hand to your face and gently pushing a stray hair behind your ear, "Good girl." Your cheeks reddened at the praise, undoubtedly noticeable. 

She pulled away, grabbing some more paper towel before wetting it under the sink. She tried at the stain for a bit, awkwardly shifting the towel around your chest, making sure to avoid certain areas. Although she seemed to get more of the stain out than you did, it still wasn’t enough.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s coming out.” She spoke, throwing the paper down. You giggled with a nod, looking down at your dangling feet.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll buy you a new shirt.” She said. You could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn’t offering, she was stating. 

It was just now that you realised you had somehow managed to get you and Robin in a room, alone. Your eyes glanced around the room, looking for something to strike up a conversation and keep her here.

“I thought Steve was your boyfriend.” You blurted out. You bit your lip anxiously as you waited for her response. She let out a small laugh but that did nothing to ease the tension you held in your body, begging for her to say what you had been waiting for this whole time.

“Nope, not my boyfriend.” She answered, picking up the wet paper and tossing it into the bin.

“Oh, so, do you have a boyfriend?” You asked, looking at her nervously.

“No.”

“Do you want a boyfriend?” You questioned, your composure slipping. She turned to face you with a smirk.

“Why do you wanna know so badly?” Robin asked.

“I– I don’t!”

“Well, you seem to be getting a little worked up about it.” She said, looking your body up and down. You now noticed how hard you were squeezing your hands, how clenched your jaw was and how high up your shoulders sat. 

“I’m not worked up, I’m just–” You paused, searching for the right words to say. You relaxed your body, letting your shoulders fall as you let go of your palms with a defeated sigh. 

“Just what, baby girl?” She said, tilting her head slightly like she knew she had power over you right now. The nickname sent shivers up your spine as you stared back at her, unable to get any words out.

Her fingertips gently grazed the top of your thighs, slowly getting closer to the end of your skirt. As your heart began to speed up, your eyes trailed down her face from her eyes to her lips. You bit your lip, lost in a trance at the feeling of her touching you. 

"You gonna answer me, pretty girl?" She asked, raising both of her eyebrows. Her fingers danced along the edges of your skirt, playing with the hem gently. You blinked, looking back at her eyes and realising how she had shifted closer to you. 

"I– um, I'm just–" You tried, unable to think with her hands on your body. She looked up at you, blinking innocently as her fingers slipped underneath your skirt and slowly inched closer to where you wanted to feel her the most.

"Can't think straight?" Robin asked, pouting at you mockingly. 'Literally' You thought. Your legs subconsciously parted, allowing her to move her body between them while her fingers crawled up your thigh. Her eyes stayed focused on yours, raising her eyebrows as if to ask for consent. You panted softly, nodding desperately for her. Her fingers moved to trace the outline of your panties, teasing you slowly. 

"R–Robin," You breathed. Your eyes glued to her lips, wanting them on yours. 

"What is it, baby?" She asked, tauntingly. 

"I– I need–" You tried, gasping once you felt her fingertips gently grazing over your panties.

"What? What do you need?" She replied, keeping her eyes locked on your face. She cupped your chin with her other hand and titled your head to look at her eyes. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl." Her thumb trailed over your bottom lip before pulling it down gently. 

"I want you." 

"Hmm, I'm afraid you're gonna have to be a little bit more detailed than that, sweetheart." She taunted, running her fingers along your covered pussy. Your cheeks flushed red, not wanting to say the words aloud. "Aw, don't be embarrassed, baby," She cooed. She moved her face closer to yours, whispering in your ear, "I just want to hear you say it."

"P–Please, Robin–" You whimpered, trying to move your throbbing pussy that begged for more attention, closer to her fingers. "Please just touch me," 

"Where?"

"Robin!" You whined, throwing your head back.

"Alright, alright, shhh." She chuckled, slipping her fingers under your panties. Her fingers swirled around your wetness, “Fuck, you’re so wet for me baby.” You lifted your head when you felt the cool metal of her rings mixed with the warmth of her hands trail over your clit softly before moving lower. "Shh, you like that, beautiful?" She asked. You nodded desperately at her words, wanting more. "Wow, so desperate, so eager," She snaked her arm around your waist, helping to keep you steady, "I didn't know you were so– dirty."

"Mmm– please, Robin," You moaned, moving your hips against her hands as she rubbed slow circles around your entrance. The circles grew smaller and smaller until her fingers were pressing against your hole. You gasped when you felt one finger enter you, your eyes closing.

“W–Wait,” You whimpered. Her finger froze as her concerned eyes glanced up at your face. “Your rings.” She looked down at where her finger sat inside of you, only halfway in; the ring on her fingers pressed against your pussy lips.

“Hmm, maybe I should keep them on.” She said, smirking at you. “I mean, you wanted my fingers so badly, didn’t you?”

A wave of embarrassment flushed over you, making your cheeks turn red. She slowly eased her finger in, the coolness from the metal rings adding new sensations. She watched your face closely, making sure you liked what she was doing.

When all she was met with was moans and soft whimpers, she knew you were okay. She pushed in another, gently thrusting the two digits inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, you like that?” She asked. You nodded, wrapping your arms around her neck and holding her close as she fingered you. You pulled on the back of her neck, wanting to feel her lips on yours, and she obliged. She kissed you softly before pulling away, her eyes scanning your face for reassurance, before reattaching her lips to yours. 

Her fingers thrusted faster into you, dragging a moan out of your mouth and into the kiss. You pulled away to let out another, letting your head fall back in pleasure. She licked her bottom lip as she smiled, watching you squirm and moan from her fingers. "I can't wait to see that pretty little face when you cum for me." She whispered into your ear. You felt your orgasm building as she curled her fingers, hitting that spot you never could. 

"Oh!" You gasped, moans trailing after. Suddenly, she slowly started to slow her movements, taking your peak away from you. "R–Robin," You whined, moving your hips against her fingers to try and get more. She held your waist firmly, keeping you in place.

"Shh, pretty girl, I know." She said softly. "You were getting close, weren't you?" You looked away from her and bit your lip. She chuckled at your embarrassment, "Oh I know, sweetheart, but I have an idea I want to try." You lifted your eyes to meet hers as her free hand roamed your body. "I want you to fuck yourself on my fingers," Robin continued. A small whimper escaped from your lips at her words, making her smile grow even more.

"Oh, you like that?" She asked, teasingly moving her fingers inside of you. You rested your head against her shoulder, hiding your embarrassed face from her. "Oh, it's okay, baby," Her voice laced with condescending undertones and her torturously slow fingers making you squirm and whine. "Look at me." You peeled your face away from her shoulder and looked at her. "Good girl." She whispered, looking at your body up and down. Your legs clenched against her at the praise, making her attention immediately focus back onto your face. 

"You like being called a good girl?" Robin teased. She leaned in closer to your ear, "Or do you like being my good girl?" Your body shuddered, signalling just how much you wanted her. She let out a small laugh and began slowly kissing your neck. She pulled away, "Go ahead baby, make yourself cum on my fingers." She whispered. You bit your lip and slowly started thrusting your hips against her fingers. Robin looked down at where her fingers met with your body, groaning softly at the sight of her rings hitting the edges of your pussy; sometimes slipping in.

"Thats it, good girl," She praised, slowly starting to help you move your hips. "Ride my fingers, thats it," You rocked back and forth on her fingers, letting out soft moans and gasps at the pleasure. "Mmm, so pretty," Her hand rubbed around your waist, feeling the curvatures of your body. "You like that? You like feeling my fingers inside of you?" She teased, kissing your jaw.

"Yes, so good– it's so good." You moaned, your brows furrowing as you tried to grind against her faster. Your hips moved greedily, trying to make yourself cum on her fingers. You looked desperate. You felt your body getting tired, no longer having the same energy to keep up with what you wanted. "Robin~" You cried, pouting at her. She raised an eyebrow before mockingly pouting back at you.

"What is it, my sweet girl?" She asked, titling her head as you moved against her fingers. "You getting tired?" Her words teased and mocked you, making you feel like desperate pet, but you loved it. You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes at your own frustration. "Can't make yourself cum on my fingers, baby?"

"I need more– I need you–" You begged, your movements slowing. She cupped your face, pushing your hair behind your ears.

"Oh I know, baby, I know," Robin said, nodding slowly with a teasing frown. "You just look so pretty when you beg." She started thrusting her fingers again. Your frustrated pout curled into a smile, moaning at the pleasure she was giving you. "You just relax and let me take care of you, okay?" She pressed her lips against yours slowly. 

"Yes, yes, thank you!" You moaned, throwing your head back. A part of you was embarrassed to be acting like this, so desperate, but the other part didn't care. She pressed down on your lower belly as her fingers moved faster.

"Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me?"

"Y-yes! Oh, yes, please!" You yelled, starting to move your pussy against her fingers again. She began trailing kisses down your neck.

"Shhh, baby girl, you gotta be quiet," She added before sucking on your collar bone and definitely leaving a mark. "We wouldn't want anyone to know what we're doing in here, would we?" You shook your head as you bit your lip, trying to quiet your moans. You could feel your orgasm building as your eyes rolled back and your desperate moans turned to open-mouthed silence. 

Robin looked at you, nodding with a smile as you started to fall apart on her fingers. "Yes, baby, thats it," She encouraged, thrusting through your orgasm. "Cum for me, baby, cum all over my fingers." You smacked your hand over your mouth, silencing the moans that emerged from your throat as you shook uncontrollably. "Oh baby, you look so pretty cumming on my fingers," She continued, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Good girl, keep cumming all over yourself." Your eyes shut tightly as waves of pleasure crashed through you repeatedly. 

Your hand raced to grab her wrist as the pleasure began to overwhelm you, but your strength was no match for hers. She continued thrusting her fingers into you through your orgasm, making you shake and moan uncontrollably. You desperately squirmed trying to get away from the pleasure she was giving you; the sensation becoming too much. 

“R–Robin I–” You whined as she held you still. She pressed her forehead to yours, still forcing her fingers in and out of your hole. 

“Shh baby, you’re okay, you did so good.” She whispered before gently leaning down to kiss your lips. Your moans and whines were muffled by her mouth on yours; her firm grip around your waist stubborn. You wrapped your arms around the back of her neck as you moaned into the kiss, annoyed when you felt her lips pull away with a smirk. “You just look so pretty when you cum.” She said. The power she held over you was strong, stronger than either of you had realised.

As your high began to fade, Robin slowly started to ease her movements before gently pulling her fingers out of you, making you wince. 

“Damn,” She pants, running her hands down your thighs as she pulls herself away. “You gonna say thank you, baby girl?” Her voice makes you shiver. You bit your lip as your cheeks flush red once more.

“T–Thank you.” You choke out.

“I wish you could see how fucking hot that was from my perspective.” She adds. You look away from her eyes, unable to bear the butterflies filling your stomach again. “Aw, you’re gonna act all shy now?” She asks, letting out a small laugh. “Baby, I just made you cum on my fingers, there's no need to be shy now.” Her lips formed a smirk that taunted you.

She knew the effect her words had on you. That's why it's so easy for her to be so confident and domineering around you. She loved how flustered you’d get at her flirty comments and not-so-friendly ‘accidental’ touches. She had you wrapped around her finger. Literally. 

You gently pushed at her chest, rolling your eyes. You placed your hands on either side of the counter below you and gently slid yourself off. Robin pulled at your skirt, readjusting it to cover more of your legs. You were now both standing, facing each other with Robin towering over you. The two of you looked at each other for a moment as the room filled with silence. You fought against the urge to say something, too afraid to say the wrong thing. 

You sighed with a nod, too nervous to say anything else, before turning toward the door to open it. She grabbed your waist, flinging you back around to face her and pressing you up against the door. 

As you stood there silently, you couldn’t help but feel a ping of guilt. Normally, you wouldn’t hide how you were feeling from either of them, but all rationality was clouded by your winter blues. Squeezing your eyes shut, you inhaled a deep breath. Opening your eyes, you passed the threshold.

“Well, good morning sleeping beauty.” Dustin beamed, smiling at you from the kitchen table.

Sending him a false grin, you let a fake giggle slip past your lips. “I couldn’t let you two have all the fun, now could I?” You questioned, sliding into a seat directly across from him.

Dustin let out a laugh, turning his attention back towards your mom resuming the conversation.

 Placing down steaming breakfast places in front of both you and Dustin, your mom sat at the head of the table.

“So mom,” Dustin spoke as he shoveled food into his mouth.

Moving your food around your plate, you glanced up at him.

“Can Steve come over today?” He questioned.

“Oh!” Your mom exclaimed placing her coffee mug down. “Steve? He’s a wonderful boy. Of course!” 

Halting your moments, you seemed to be frozen in place as ice coursed through your veins. That was a name you hadn’t heard since you graduated from Hawkins High. King Steve wasn’t exactly someone you wanted to be around then, nor was he someone you wanted to be around now.

“I’m going to be out of town for the next few days, why don’t I ask him to babysit you?”

“Yes!” Dustin exclaimed, showing his ‘Pearly whites.’

Coughing awkwardly, it seemed as if both of them had forgotten you were there. “Why do you want to pay someone to babysit, when I can do it for free?” You proposed, lifting your eyebrow at your mom.

“Ah, Come on. Y/N.” Dustin whined. “I haven’t seen Steve in forever!”

Scoffing you rolled your eyes. “You just saw him.” You spoke moving your hands about. “Two days ago.” 

“Yeah, but that’s like...Forever for us kids!” He spoke sticking out his bottom lip while crossing his arms along his chest.

Scoffing, you mirrored his body language, as you sat back in your cheat.

“Let Dusty have his fun, Y/N.” Your mom spoke, sending you her best puppy eyes.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you knew whatever argument you had wouldn’t get through to either one of them. Standing up from the table, you muttered a silent, ‘Whatever,’ as you made your way towards the kitchen threshold.

“Aren’t you going to finish your breakfast?” Your mom questioned with furrowed eyebrows.

“I'm not hungry anymore.” You spat, bolting back up to your room, making sure t slam the door shut in the process.

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After your mom left, it was you and the boys. Dustin had invited the party over. Instantly, they busied themselves with playing Dungeons and Dragons claiming the basement as their space.

As things began to quieten down, you ventured out of your room situating yourself on the living room couch. Once you put a movie in, you were quick to make yourself comfortable, wrapping yourself in a blanket burrito.

Star Wars played on the television, as you felt yourself on the brink of slumber. The sound of someone bounding up the basement steps echoed in your mind. 

“There you are.” A familiar voice spoke softly. “I was wondering when you were going to come out.” They spoke teasingly. Rounding the corner of the couch, Steve moved to sit on the floor in front of the couch, making sure not to intrude on your space.

You hummed in response, as your gaze flickered back to the movie.

Silence fell between you along with something else, that you couldn’t quite place a finger on. 

“Why do you hate me?” Steve’s voice dripped with pain. His eyes glistened with dejection.

Your jaw falling slack at his question. Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, you sat up. “I...I don’t hate you.” You frowned. “Why would you think that?”

Steve let out a sigh, moving to rest an elbow on the couch allowing him to better face you. Shrugging he pondered your question. “You just...Never want to be around me.” His voice wavering slightly.

“To be fair, you weren’t exactly a joy to be around in school.” You spoke raising your hands slightly in surrender.

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “You got me there.”

“I guess...You’re not that bad.” You spoke tilting your head slightly, gazing at him observantly. “You’re always around the party and you always take good care of my brother.”

“See,” Steve spoke moving his hands about.

Another silence fell between you, however this time it was comfortable and relaxing.

Letting out a sigh, Steve rubbed along his face. Standing up, he fidgeted with his shirt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude on your alone time. I just....”

“Needed a break?” You grinned at Steve upwardly. “I get it. Sometimes they can be a handful.”

Steve let out a relaxed sigh, as he nodded in agreement.

Walking towards the basement door, his pace was slow. Almost as if he didn’t want to go.

“You know. You could stay up here...With me.” The words fell fast from your lips before you could stop them.

“I-” Turning on his heel, his eyes gleamed with hope. “You really wouldn’t mind?”

Lifting a side of your mouth, you shook your head. 

---

As the night went on, you felt yourself becoming more and more comfortable with Steve. He was much more different from the Steve you had known about in high school.

At some point in the night, Steve had gone out of his way and made you both popcorn. 

Laying on the couch, Steve laid behind you, making sure to respect your boundaries and not touch you. As you were watching the Breakfast Club, you let out a sigh. Ever so slightly, you scooted back allowing your back to come in contact with Steve’s chest. 

Doing so, you could feel Steve’s break hitch in his throat as he cautiously placed his hand on your waist. Giggling, you tugged his arm tighter around you causing you both to lay snug underneath the blankets. Gently placing his hand on your stomach, he began lightly tracing patterns attempting to soothe you.

“It’s okay to be sad, you know.” He spoke in a hushed tone, whispering in your ear as the warmth of his breath danced around the shell of your ear. 

“How did-”

“Do you think I wouldn’t notice if the girl I liked was sad?”

“I-”

“Sometimes.” He whispered, placing a gentle kiss behind your ear. “We have to allow ourselves to feel it. That’s what makes us human.”

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  not wanting to play spin the bottle you request the help of seth to pretend to be your boyfriend.

the o.c.

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  ryan seems to keep getting into trouble revolving around you so you decide to leave orange county, however, ryan has the same mind set.

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once upon a time

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about a girl| steve harrington

A familiar voice faintly ran through your ears from behind you. You turned with your eyebrows raised before locking eyes with Jonathan. He was walking quickly, camera in hand, and stopped once he reached you.

"Y/N, hey, uh," He stuttered, panting slightly. He gulped before continuing, "I uh– I took some pretty cool photos," He paused. Your lack of response forced more words out of him as he tried to fill the void, "..If you maybe wanted to see them."

"Oh, yeah, sure." You replied, smiling back at the boy. He was clearly nervous. No matter how many times he spoke to you or how many times you two hung out, he was always nervous around you. The two of you moved aside, trying not to block the path for the other students as he showed you some of his photographs through the small screen on his camera. Jonathan's eyes stayed focused on you as he tried to read your face. He wanted to impress you.

"Wow, these are so cool." You complimented. His shoulders fell as the nervousness eased away, leaving him smiling back at you.

"You think?" He said, looking at the screen. You nodded, turning to face him with a smile. "Hey, um, did you maybe want to help me process these?" He asked. He knew you would say yes, you always did, but he still worried about your response every time. You bit your lip through your smile.

"Yeah, sure, of course." You replied, nodding once more.

"Cool." He added. The two of you stared at each other in silence for a moment, letting the distant sounds of the other students fill the empty space. Jonathan's lips parted as if to say something, but he quickly stopped himself. He looked down, clearing his throat with furrowed brows. "I gotta take Will home, but uh, maybe we could meet tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, sure," You said. He quickly turned to head to his car. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you watched him walk away. 

And now it was tomorrow. You woke up 1 hour before you usually did, giving you half an hour to get ready, 10 minutes for breakfast, and 20 minutes for the walk to school. You cursed Jonathan for choosing the early morning to do this. You grabbed your notebook from your desk, slipping it into your bag, as you hurried out of your room and headed for the front door. The 20 minutes it would take for you to walk to school every day wasn't very long but it gave you enough time to think. Every day as you walked, you'd think of your plan for the day ahead. You'd think about whatever classes you had and the people you'd have to interact with. You thought about which periods you got to sit with a friend and which periods you had to sit next to some sweaty basketball player or a role-playing freak that wasn't really a freak. But today, instead of thinking about the day ahead, you thought solely about Jonathan. 

self-deprecating thoughts intruded your mind, flooding it with the worse possible outcomes you could think of. What if he thinks I'm weird? What if he thinks I suck at photography? What if he thinks I smell?  You lifted your arm to spell yourself, just checking. Though you only ever spelt of freshly picked flowers and soap, you still doubted yourself. Why was what Jonathan thought tormenting you? Why did you care so much about his opinion? You had never stressed about hanging out with him before. Why did it suddenly feel so much different?

Before your brain could torment you further, you realised you had reached the school. You noticed Jonathan's parked car in the lot. He was already here. You quickly made your way toward the darkroom. As you reached the door, you looked up at the light. It wasn't red which meant you were allowed to come in. You gently turned the doorknob and pushed. 

The bright light coming from the door started Jonathan as he lifted his hands to cover his eyes. "Jeez, that's bright." He winced. 

"Sorry!" You replied, quickly shutting the door behind you. As you let your eyes adjust to the dark room, you noticed Jonathan had already started processing his photographs. "Hey." You smiled as you dropped your bag to the floor. 

"Hey," He responded, not moving his attention from the photograph he was working on. 

"Whatcha got there?" You asked, moving closer to take a look. He flung around and pushed his body back against the table, trying to shield your eyes from the photograph. "Woah, okay, jeez." 

"No, no, it's– I just–" He stuttered, he turned to look at the photo before moving aside. "It's not finished." You looked down into the tray as you stepped closer. A photograph of you sat inside the chemical-filled tray. You blinked, parting your lips and staring blankly at the photo of you. In the photo, you were casually taking a picture of something in the distance, and Jonathan used it as an opportunity to capture one of you. 

Jonathan looked at you, watching as your lips curled into a soft smile. You had always been the one to take the photos. No one had ever taken one of you. 

"It's good, isn't it?" He said, breaking the silence. You chuckled and turned to face him. 

"Oh, yeah, it's a great one," You said sarcastically, smiling. "A once in a lifetime."

"It's only good because you're in it." He said, moving to slide the picture from the tray. "It's my favourite one." Your sarcastic smile faded as you stared at him, your eyelashes blinking rapidly. "It just feels real."

"Real?" You repeated softly, almost like a whisper. 

"Yeah," He continued, lifting the photograph and hanging it on the line above to dry. "It's one of those photos that makes you feel something." He didn't look at you, he continued to stare at the picture. "Like, when I look at this, I can feel it." Though his eyes fought to not meet yours, your gaze stayed focused on him. You gulped as you listened to him. "I can feel that day again, I can feel what I felt when I took it."

"What does it feel like?" You interrupted, your voice still soft and quiet. His lips parted as he turned to face you. You stood only inches apart, staring into each other's eyes. 

"Like home." He replied, his dark brown eyes flickering between yours and your lips. The silence that wrapped around the both of you filled the air with tension, neither of you daring to make a move. Jonathan fought the urge to break the distance between the two of you, afraid of what would happen if he did. 

A small sigh that escape his lips, pulled him back to reality but before he could step back or move away, you lifted yourself to your tiptoes and collided your lips with his. He froze, clearly in shock, before he began kissing back. The two of you kissed slowly as his hands found their way to your hips. He pulled you in closer, gripping at your waist and deepening the kiss. Your bodies pressed against one another heatedly, fuelling the passion and desire you both shared as your lips tangled with each other. 

The kiss grew faster and more passionate causing you to stumble backwards; the desk behind you catching you. Your hands moved to hold his face, trying to pull him closer to you as you fell from your tiptoes. His hands slid up and down your waist before reaching behind to hold your backside as he lifted you up. You gasped as he lifted you onto the desk, pulling away for a moment.

"Is this okay?" He panted. His pink lips were swollen and had clearly been touched by your lip gloss. You could only imagine what yours looked like. You nodded in response before attaching your lips back on his, grabbing a hold of his face once more. As your hands fell to grasp his shirt, his hands fell to pull on yours. He gently pulled it over your head, tossing it over his shoulder. He leaned in, wanting the taste of your lips again, but you moved back. You tugged at his shirt, signalling you wanted it off, and he obliged. He ripped it over his shoulders and threw it behind him before his hands found your waist again and his lips met with yours. 

As his hands roamed your body, you moaned into the kiss. He kissed down your chest, moving quickly towards the top of your pants before hooking his fingers inside of them and pulling them down slowly. Your fingers entwined in his hair as your head fell back, moaning. He grazed his fingertips up your bare thighs and towards your aching core. 

"Can I touch you?" He asked, looking down at your body. You nodded desperately.

"Please." You breathed. You watched as his hands slowly moved towards your heat, desperate for his touch, and you gasped once you felt him touch you gently through your panties. His hands glided over your pussy. His lips parted with a quiet moan as he felt your wetness. He kissed you gently as he slowly rubbed circles on your clit. You moaned and gasped, pulling away from the kiss to throw your head back in pleasure. His other hand gently moved to cup the back of your head, pulling your face back towards him and attaching both of your mouths again. His fingers slipped underneath your panties and circled your entrance. "Please." You gasped, begging for his touch. Your eyes fell shut as you moved your hips against his fingers. 

Suddenly, you felt his finger pushing against your entrance and you gasped once you felt him push them inside. Your hands gripped at his shoulders, trying to keep yourself stable as you moaned in pleasure. He began to slowly kiss down your neck, sucking on the spot that made you moan the most. 

"J-Jonathan, don't leave marks." You giggled softly, through your moans of pleasure. He didn't answer, he only chuckled in response before attaching his lips back onto the same spot and sucking. His fingers began to speed up as he thrust them inside of you, making you whine and moan. Your hips moved against his fingers, begging for more. "Jonathan," You whined, bucking your hips. 

"What? Are you okay?" He asked, pulling his mouth away from you with concern covering his face. 

"Please, I need you." You moaned, biting your lip to try and keep them quiet. His fingers got faster and you could feel the knot inside your stomach building. "Please! I need you inside of me!" You moaned, wrapping your hands in his hair. His mouth opened in pleasure as he watched your face contort. 

"Cum for me first." He whispered, not daring to take his eyes off of you. You whimpered at his words, not expecting the sudden confidence from him. His hand moved to rub your clit while his other thrusted his fingers in and out of you, making you squirm and gasp as the pleasure built. "Cum for me, Y/N, please," He begged, kissing down your neck once more.

With that, you felt the pressure build and build until you couldn't hold back anymore and you gasped as you came on his fingers. He kept thrusting through your orgasm, wrapping his other hand around your waist to keep you still as your hips wiggled trying to get away from the pleasure. 

"J-Jonathan!" You screamed, pulling at his hair. Your eyes rolled back as your head fell and your mouth gaped open silently. Your legs shook as you squirmed. He slowed his fingers as you calmed down, allowing you to catch your breath through your moans. "Oh my god." You breathed, looking back at him. He bit his lip as he looked at you before removing his fingers from you. 

"Do you still- uh-" He stammered,

"Yes, Jonathan, please." You whimpered, moving your hands down to wrap around his neck. You pulled him in and attached your lips, moaning into the kiss. His face flushed red at your words. He never expected you to want him, let alone be underneath him right now. He pulled away from you as he quickly pulled his jeans down, tripping over himself slightly. You giggled softly as you watched him struggle. He looked up at you with a smile. 

"What's so funny?" He laughed, pulling his jeans fully off. He moved towards you, standing between your legs again and holding your waist.

"Nothing," You said softly, placing your hands on his face and pulling his lips onto yours. He moaned into the kiss as his hands grazed over your body before slowly making their way to your panties. He pulled them down, throwing them to the floor, before doing the same with his boxers. Suddenly, he jerked himself back.

"Oh shit," He breathed. He tapped your waist gently before rushing to his bag. 

"What are you–" You started, but before you could answer, you noticed the gold square packaging he pulled from his backpack. "You just carry those around with you?"

"All guys do." He panted, hurrying back to you. You laughed softly.

"I don't think all guys do." You replied, brushing the hair away from his face and cupping the back of his head. He chuckled and looked at you before gently pecking your lips. 

"You know, I really like you, Y/N." He spoke softly. His smile faded into a concerned look as he waited anxiously for a reply. You stared back at him, wishing for words to come out of your mouth but they didn't. He sighed, "I mean, I don't just do this stuff with just anybody," Your lips curled into a soft smile as you titled your head slightly, looking at him in lovingly.

"I really like you too, Jonathan," You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck. His worried expression quickly began to fade as you continued, "Maybe we uh– should've said that out loud before– you know," You bit your lip, holding back your laugh. Jonathan shook his head with a big smile forming on his face. 

"Eh, maybe." He whispered before attaching his lips to yours. He reached one of his hands to cup your face gently, pulling your mouth closer to him and deepening the kiss. Without pulling away, he aligned himself with your entrance. When you felt him push against your core, you gasped and pulled away, looking down. He lifted your chin gently, forcing you to look at him.

"You sure?" He asked, looking into your eyes. You nodded, pulling at his neck to bring him closer to you. He held his ground. "I need words, baby."

"Yes! Yes, Jonathan! Please!" You whined. He slowly began to push himself forward, sliding into you and you gasped. One of your hands grasped at his chest as you moaned. He paused, looking up at you with concern. Your eyes fell shut as your face contorted in pleasure and pain. "It's okay, it's okay, please just go." You winced. He began moving again, sliding deeper into you without taking his eyes off of your face. He groaned as he placed himself fully inside of you, snaking one of his arms around your waist, holding your bodies close. You took a second to catch your breath before allowing him to move. He obliged, slowly beginning to thrust in and out of you. You gasped at the movement, tightening your grip on his hair. 

"Fuck." He groaned, looking at your pleasure-filled face. His arm stayed wrapped around your body tightly, making sure you didn't fall back. He began to pick up the pace which forced a loud moan out of you. He quickly placed his hand over your mouth as he continued to thrust into you, moving the other hand to hold onto your hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you grasped onto Jonathan's shoulders. You felt your orgasm building and building once more. Jonathan knew you were close by the way you were clenching around him. "So close, baby, just hold it a little longer," He whispered while he continued to slam into you. Your mouth gaped open behind Jonathan's hand as he muffled your moans. "Gotta be quiet for me, okay?" You felt your orgasm approaching at a rapid pace. You reached your hand out to press against his chest. He shut his eyes as his head fell back with a quiet moan, while continuing to move inside out you faster. He moved his hand that covered your mouth down to hold your hips as he went harder, chasing his own high. 

"J–Jonathan," You whimpered through your moans, trying to stay quiet. The knot in your stomach was burning and needed to be released, you could barely hold it back anymore. He rocked his hips back and forth rapidly as his orgasm approached. 

"Cum, baby, cum for me." He groaned. And with his words, you felt your body reach its climax and release with a loud moan. He continued thrusting through your orgasm, allowing the feeling of your body spasming to guide him to his peak. You felt your body shudder and squirm as your orgasm hit you. Your arms moved around aimlessly, begging for something to grasp on to. You decided on his neck, wrapping your arms around him once more and pulling him closer. Your loud moans filled his ears.  

"Oh fuck!" You gasped. He filled the space between the two of you, colliding your mouths together as you kissed passionately. His brows furrowed as you both moaned into the kiss. You had never felt so good in your life. You both pulled away from the kiss, allowing air back into your lungs as Jonathan tucked his head in the crook of your neck. He continued rocking back and forth, slowing his movements as you both began to calm down. 

Now, you were both panting as small moans and whimpers escape both of your lips. He lifted his head and looked down at where your bodies connected before you felt him move again. As he pulled out of your sensitive core, your body shuddered and you gasped. You quickly bit your lip to stop yourself from becoming louder than you already were. You stared at each other, the only sound in the room being your slowing pants as you both attempted to catch your breaths. 

"Holy shit." He added quietly through his breath. You licked your lips before letting your head fall down with a small giggle. After hearing your quiet laugh, he lifted your face to meet his eyes. "What?" He chuckled back, tilting his head at you.

"I can't believe we just had sex in the darkroom." You said, laughing, before sliding off of the table and picking up your clothes from the floor. 

"I can't believe we just had sex." He mumbled under his breath, also picking up his clothes and putting them back on. Your ears didn't catch the last sentence. You fixed up your hair and re-applied some lip gloss. 

"Shit, the time," He gasped, picking up his satchel and throwing the strap over his shoulder. You hurried to pick up your bag up from the floor. Just as you reached to grab the door knob, you felt Jonathan's hand quickly grab your wrist and spin you back around. "Hey, uh, um–" He stuttered. "We should probably talk about–"

"Yeah, um, right," You replied. He looked down at his hand that held onto your wrist and quickly pulled it back.

"Uh– yeah, um, so," He started, waiting for you to jump in and finish his sentence for him so he wouldn't have to say the words. When you didn't, he sighed. "This is hard." You let out a breath.

"Yeah, it is." You replied, fiddling with your fingers. "I mean, words are hard, right?"

"Right, yeah." He agreed awkwardly, looking away from your eyes. "Maybe we uh– don't need words." 

"Yeah, words are stupid." You said, nodding quickly.

"Yeah."

"Yeah." You both stared awkwardly at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to do. Suddenly, the tension was interrupted by you. "Okay, I got to go," You said quickly, rushing to open the door and escape from the awkwardness you were drowning in. The bright light that came from the sun blinded you as you lifted your arm to cover your eyes. 

"Wait, Y/N!" Jonathan called over your shoulder, following you through the door. You shut your eyes and sighed before turning back to Jonathan with a smile. "Look, I don't want things to be weird, I–"

"Weird? No, not at all." You interrupted, swatting his shoulder playfully. It was a lie. Obviously, things were weird. "I mean, it's not like we just had sex or anything."

"Y/N–" He sighed, his brows raising. 

"No, I know, I'm sorry," You continued, rushing to try and save yourself. "It just feels weird, ya know?" He nodded and looked to the ground. "I mean, I do like you, I just–" You paused, looking around at the people that passed through the school. Your distraction gave Jonathan an opportunity to cut in.

"We both get uncomfortable during these types of situations and I don't want to this time." He said firmly, looking up at you. "I know I'm an awkward person, okay?" You stared back at him, unsure of what to say. "But I really want this to work so I'm gonna try." His eyes followed your lips as they curved into a smile.

"I really want this to work too," You said softly. You looked into his eyes and then down at his lips for a moment, wishing they were on yours again. You quickly pulled yourself out of your daydream and cleared your throat. "Communication. That's what we need." He nodded. "Yup, just good old-fashioned communication." You both smiled back at each other. He wrapped his arm around your neck as the two of you began walking towards your first class.

"Yeah, right, so–" His voice trailed, "How do we do that?" You bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you turned to him. 

"Talking?" You faltered, forcing out a smile.

"Great, perfect, we're both so good at talking," He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. You laughed as the two of you walked arm in arm toward the entrance of the school. "Maybe we should just stick to kissing?" He joked, turning to you and leaning down to kiss your lips. You kissed him gently before playfully pushing at his chest.

"Wow, at least take a girl out to dinner." You said, your smile only growing. The two of you smiled and laughed with each other as you walked through the school doors and down the halls.