Marvel: Johnny Storm, Robert Reynolds, Peter Parker, & PB&JJ + Summer Abroad AU interactive series
Stranger Things: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Henry Creel + Heroes interactive series
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MARVEL
Series
ׂ╰┈➤ SUMMER ABROAD (Interactive!) (Updates currently paused)
Summary: With spring semester at Empire State University coming to an end, a group of students prepare to embark on the most life changing summer study abroad program in Italy.
PB&JJ x fem!reader (love pentagon lol)
Marvel AU
Place votes at the end of each chapter to influence the decisions the reader makes, determining who she ends up with!
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ONE SHOTS
ׂ╰┈➤ PETER PARKER
Wish We Could Be Freinds
Summary: It’s been years since Dr. Strange casted the spell to make the whole world forget who Peter Parker was. Sometimes, he wonders where you are and how you’ve been. He wishes you two could be friends, but knows you can’t.
Dirty Little Secret
Summary: Tony Starks daughter, Wanda’s powers (but purple), dating the new intern in secret. What could possibly go wrong when Clint falls through the vents right after you sneak in your secret boyfriend?
When Did You Get Hot? (request)
Summary: It’s been a while since you’ve seen the shy, dorky, awkward, Peter Parker. Now in college, you can’t deny his clear glow up.
Was That Another Reference? (request)
Summary: Tony immediately regrets introducing his nerdy daughter to his nerdy intern, both in which can’t seem to carry on a conversation without a reference.
Bed Chem (request) WIP
What Is This Feeling? (request) WIP
Was That Another Reference? Pt. 2 (request) WIP
ׂ╰┈➤ JOHNNY STORM
Be My Baby
Summary: The night Johnny Storm met you, he knew he needed you. You were different, juxtaposed him, and that drew him in like a magnet.
Baby, I Love You
Summary: It’s been a little over a week since you and Johnny had been seeing each other. You meet his family and they instantly take a liking to you, so much so that Reed wants you to join the team due to your intelligence. The job had been mellow, that was until Galactus.
When I Saw You
Summary: After Galactus, you and your boyfriend take a break, going to your family’s beach house in the Hamptons. At dinner, you both get a bit tipsy, reminiscing on your relationship.
Rumors
Summary: There’s been a lot of rumors going around as of late, and you’re at the center of all of them. None of them bother you, that is until you hear about one that concerns you and Johnny, the very boy you despise.
Distant Memory
Summary: You and Johnny Storm have been hopelessly in love for years. At least, you were, or rather that’s what you’re being told. You have no recollection of the past after saving the world. Johnny makes it his mission to save your love.
Brightest Star in My Universe
Summary: In one universe, it all goes wrong. Johnny Storm loses the love of his life. In another, it all goes right and she lives, except, he isn’t exactly in the picture…until he is.
I Think He Hates Me
Summary: Franklin is forced to spend a hectic fall night with you and your boyfriend, Johnny Storm. Unfortunately for Johnny, Franklin has it out for him.
Whatever it Takes
Summary: In this Universe, the Avengers and Fantastic Four coexist. When Thanos comes and wipes out half of the universe, only two people are sent to Vormir to retrieve the soul stone. You and your boyfriend, Johnny Storm.
West Savannah
Summary: In which Johnny Storm falls in love one night, gets his heart broken another. But, at least you fell in love and shared something greater than the darkness that consumed you.
Destined for Doom (request)
Summary: In which Johnny Storm tears apart the entire multiverse to bring you back.
Go to Bed
Summary: It’s a cold winter night when the power goes out. Unlucky for you, you’re from another planet with a warmer climate. Good thing your boyfriend is a literal human furnace…who won’t go to bed.
ׂ╰┈➤ ROBERT REYNOLDS
No.1 Party Anthem
Summary: While at a party, trying to escape his own problems, you catch Bob’s eye. He’s immediately drawn to you. He longs for a deep and meaningful connection with someone, to have someone to give his life meaning again. He contemplates having that connection with you or just leaving it as a casual encounter for your own good.
Keep the Door From Closing
Summary: You and Bob used to date. Before the serum, before the fame, before he became the renowned Sentry. But now, that relationship is nothing but a distant memory. That is until you pick up a new job.
ׂ╰┈➤ PB&JJ
Outcasts
Summary: It’s 2005 and you and your friend group are certified losers who have a garage band striving to make a name for yourselves.
Outcasts - The Interview
Summary: It’s been five years since your band first went viral on YouTube. Now, famous late night talk show host, Tony Stark, wants your band for an interview.
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STRANGER THINGS
Series
ׂ╰┈➤ HEROES (Interactive)
Summary: An unexpected group of outcasts and nerds must come together to solve their small town’s mysteries, learning what it means to become found family and heroes.
Stranger Things x Fem!Adopted!Henderson!Reader
Place votes at the end of each chapter to influence the decisions made by the reader, determining relationship outcomes, romance outcomes, and who you become by the end of the story!
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ׂ╰┈➤ Against The Current
Summary: Steve Harrington doesn’t have the ideal reputation, and his criminal record doesn’t help. When his mother abandons him after his father leaves, he’s lucky that Chief of Police, Jim Hopper, takes a chance on him, inviting him into his chaotic home with open arms. There’s just one rule of the household: don’t fall in love with his oldest daughter. Who would Steve Harrington be if he didn’t break a couple of rules every now and then?
Steve Harrington x Fem!Adopted!Hopper!Reader
Early 2000’s summer AU
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One Shots
ׂ╰┈➤ STEVE HARRINGTON
Not Happy Screams
Summary: Anytime your boyfriend comes over, you’re meant to keep the door open three inches. You’ve found a loophole to this rule: just sneak him in every night. Surely, you’ll never be caught…right?
The First I Love You
Summary: You and Steve were never overly fond of each other…or at least you assumed the feeling was mutual. That was until he confesses how he truly feels in a public restroom after getting interrogated by Russians.
As the World Caves In
Summary: In which you and Steve are trapped in a room in the Upside Down with no way out. As the world caves in and as death awaits you, you both finally admit what you should’ve admitted way sooner.
The Man Who Can’t Be Moved
Summary: You and Steve have a deep history with an unwavering connection. After learning about your true heritage, you bail for fear of your lover’s safety. For what seems to be indefinite, he returns to the place you both first met in hopes of your return. You never show up and he never sees you again. Or, so most people would assume…
Purple Rain
Summary: The world is ending, you and Steve are on bad terms, yet both of you have unspoken feelings for one another. Shame you’ll both never get to live out the rest of your lives together.
Heart to Heart
Summary: Your dad knows exactly what it’s like to be young, stupid, and in love, which is exactly why he’s worried about how far you and Steve have taken your relationship. Spiraling, he goes to Joyce who suggests a heart to heart...He doesn’t exactly take her advice.
So…Maybe We’re Lost
In which you and Steve Harrington are camp counselors and your coworker doesn’t seem to have any sense of direction, meaning…you’re lost in the woods until night fall.
Operation: Save Steve’s Love Life
Summary: After a messy break up with Steve Harrington three years ago, he can’t seem to get over you. The party has had enough of dealing with his misery and takes matters into their own hands. Max proposes Operation: Save Steve Harrington’s Love Life.
Too Late, Sweetheart
Summary: Steve and Eddie have a sinister plan to take out some of their friends. You’re first on the list, little do they know, you won’t go down so easily.
Thinking of You
Summary: Steve Harrington was your first and most profound love. You broke up a year ago and you can’t help to see pieces of him in your new relationship with Eddie Munson.
Whatever Our Souls Are Made of, His and Mine Are The Same
Summary: After spending a summer with Henry in your head and wanting nothing more than to save the people that you love, you’re on edge. You can’t sleep, can’t concentrate, and avoid the very people that only want to help. You hadn’t had a moment of calm until you and your boyfriend share your first time together.
Tucked Away Promises (Spidey!Steve)
Summary: In order to save the world from his own mistakes, Steve Harrington must make the devastating decision to make the entire world forget he exists. That includes you, his girlfriend. He promises to find you afterwards and to not hesitate to remind you of your relationship…that is until he sees how smooth your life has been sailing without him in it.
Don’t Let This Be A Lost Romance (Pt. 1)
Summary: What was intended to be a summer fling with no strings attached results in Steve Harrington falling for the very girl he never in a million years thought he’d become head over heels in love with.
ׂ╰┈➤ EDDIE MUNSON
Too Late, Sweetheart
Summary: Steve and Eddie have a sinister plan to take out some of their friends. You’re first on the list, little do they know, you won’t go down so easily.
Thinking of You
Summary: Steve Harrington was your first and most profound love. You broke up a year ago and you can’t help to see pieces of him in your new relationship with Eddie Munson.
ׂ╰┈➤ Robin Buckley
All The Things She Said
Summary: You haven’t seen Robin Buckley in weeks. Not since your on and off relationship finally came to its ‘final’ end. Unable to keep each other off of your minds, your friends suggest heading to the club. Unbeknownst to both parties, you’re there at the same exact time.
ׂ╰┈➤ HENRY CREEL
It Was Never You (request)
Summary: After navigating your way through Camazotz, you realize you’ve been wrong about your father all along.
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Mixtape Series
Send in a request with a character and a song to go along with it! (I’ve gotten a few of these requests and will be getting to them soon!)
Burning Up - Nancy Wheeler x Reader (WIP)
Every Breath You Take - Nancy Wheeler x Reader (WIP)
And I Love Her - Johnny Storm x Reader (WIP)
Head Over Heels - Jonathan Byers x Reader (WIP)
I Was Made For Loving You - Henry Creel x Reader (WIP)
Say It Ain’t So - Joaquin Torres x Reader (WIP)
You Make Loving Fun - Joaquin Torres x Reader (WIP)
Heroes | Stranger Things x Fem!Henderson!Reader (Interactive!) | Steve’s Letter
SUMMARY: An unexpected group of outcasts and nerds must come together to solve their small town's mysteries, learning what it means to become found family and heroes.
INTERACTIVE: This story is completely interactive! Place votes at the end of each chapter to determine which paths you go down! Every decision matters!!
WARNINGS: None.
WC: 0.5K
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Dear Steve,
For someone who loves words as much as I do, I’m finding the right ones hard to say. You’ve been my light in all the darkness. I know I’ve pushed you away and I know I’ve screamed and shouted at you, begging you to leave me. But I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t want you to leave. And now, despite my darkness prayers, I don’t want to leave either.
I know I don’t say it, I never have, but I love you. I love you more than any words in the English language could ever express. I love the way you make me laugh. I love the way you cared for me at my lowest. I love the way you make me feel. I love the way you let me learn what it means to love.
I don’t know what I did to deserve you in my life, but I’m glad you were a few chapters in it, though I wish I could say you were in more. When the clock ticks and strikes the end of my story, I’ll think of you.
I’ll think of the unconditional love I had for you. I’ll think of that night I pulled you out of that tree. I’ll think of our first ‘not’ date. I’ll think of that night my brother had us looking for a baby demo and your hand grabbed mine, making me realize that whatever I was feeling terrified me.
It terrifies me to feel so much for someone, Steve. I just get the feeling that nothing lasts forever and for whatever reason I think that pushing it away will make it hurt less in the end. I thought that pushing you away would prevent anything from happening to you. But I don’t want to live like this anymore. I want to be happy. I want to be in love. I want you to know that I love you.
Maybe in another timeline that’s possible for us, but it wasn’t this one.
I just want you to know that it’s always been you. I’ve been painfully oblivious to many things in life, but I’ve never second guessed my love for you. I only ever second guessed if I was allowed to love you. I always thought it’d be selfish to do so because I lived in constant fear that Henry would take you away from me. I thought that trying to suppress my feelings and dismissing yours was a reasonable approach. But it wasn’t fair to you and I’m sorry.
I wish we had more time together, because if we did I’d fix so many things. You’d never question my love for you. It would be so ridiculously obvious how much I need you. You're my lifeline and I never thought someone, let alone a boy, could be that for me. Yet, here we are.
I’m so in love with you, Steve Harrington. I’m so in love with your stupid hair. I’m so in love with the pool of honey that is your eyes. I’m so in love with the way your nose slightly scrunches when you smile. I’m so in love with the way you care. I’m so in love with the way you protect. I’m so in love with your selflessness. I’m so in love with you. All of you.
Heroes | Stranger Things x Fem!Henderson!Reader (Interactive!) | Eddie’s Letter
SUMMARY: An unexpected group of outcasts and nerds must come together to solve their small town's mysteries, learning what it means to become found family and heroes.
INTERACTIVE: This story is completely interactive! Place votes at the end of each chapter to determine which paths you go down! Every decision matters!!
WARNINGS: None.
WC: 0.3K
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Dear Eddie,
You’re such a fucking weirdo and I love you for it. You’ve taught me so many things about myself and how to view life. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known.
You honestly piss me off more than you know. Actually, you probably do know and that’s why you continue to do so. Anyway, you’ve never actually made me mad. I kind of like how annoying you are and I’m sure you’ve caught on by now.
I see a very successful future for you. I imagine you in a few years time all famous and in a band named Corroded Coffin (yes I remember that conversation). I picture you on tour and seeing the world while doing what you love. Maybe you’ll find a girl abroad or something and fall in love.
My point is, despite the labels, I think you’ll do fine in life, so long as you continue to just be you. Keep being a weirdo and annoying because honestly, anyone would take that any day over some chump that conforms and is miserable.
You light up every room you walk into. You change people’s lives. You’ve changed my life.
I can’t imagine a world where you don’t exist. I don’t know how I got through so many years of my life without you in it. You’ve changed me and you’ve changed me for the better. I still don’t know who I am, but I feel closer to whoever it is than ever before.
You bring out the best parts of me. Parts of myself I never knew existed. This might sound kind of morbid, but I’m happy I’m the first to go because I don’t know how I’d ever live a life without you there.
You’re my best friend and I’ll love you forever Eddie Munson.
Don't follow the show's canon ending. plslslslslsllslspls
i’m ngl i low key hate the canon ending (sue me). i have an ending in mind that i think i’m gonna go with and i honestly love it sm! it’s a happy ending and i think you guys will like it too 😁
Heroes | Stranger Things x Fem!Henderson!Reader (Interactive!) | Dustin’s Letter
SUMMARY: An unexpected group of outcasts and nerds must come together to solve their small town's mysteries, learning what it means to become found family and heroes.
INTERACTIVE: This story is completely interactive! Place votes at the end of each chapter to determine which paths you go down! Every decision matters!!
WARNINGS: None.
WC: 0.3K
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Dear Dusty Bun (I know you told me to never call you that, sorry…not really),
Unfortunately I won’t have the privilege of seeing you grow up, but thankfully I’ve seen enough to know that you’ve become an amazing human being.
When we were kids, you were probably the most annoying person I knew. You snitched all the time and I’d chase you around the house beating you with whatever I could get my hands on.
But as we got older, we grew closer. You’d tell me secrets you’d never dare to tell Mom. You’d cover for me whenever I was doing things I shouldn’t have. We actually became friends and confided in one another and there’s nothing that could ever replace a sibling bond like our own.
Although you’re younger, I hate to admit it but you might just be smarter than me.
Don’t let that get to your head.
But not only are you academically intelligent, you’re emotionally intelligent. You always know when something is wrong. You know how to comfort people and you know all the right things to say and that’s very special. People need people like you in their lives in order to keep them going. I needed you in my life to keep me going.
When we were younger and I started to really pay attention, I wondered why you and I didn’t look like other siblings. After I found out that I was adopted, I felt like I didn’t belong. I felt like I didn’t truly own the Henderson name.
Yet, that same night that I found out and cried into my bedsheets, you came into my room, not a clue in the world. You laughed at me and made fun of me for “crying myself to sleep like a baby” and afterwards casually asked me if I wanted to sneak out with you to ride bikes and my board.
That’s when it hit me.
You would always be my little brother and I’d always be your older sister. Nothing could ever change that. Not even a last name.
You’re a great person, Dustin, and I’m so privileged to have been able to call you my brother in this lifetime. I love you so much and if you’re reading this, I’m probably clowning you from the afterlife for crying.
Heroes | Stranger Things x Fem!Henderson!Reader (Interactive!) | Max’s Letter
SUMMARY: An unexpected group of outcasts and nerds must come together to solve their small town's mysteries, learning what it means to become found family and heroes.
INTERACTIVE: This story is completely interactive! Place votes at the end of each chapter to determine which paths you go down! Every decision matters!!
WARNINGS: None.
WC: 0.3K
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Dear Max,
I know you told me to not be a stranger, yet that’s what I became. I’m ashamed and I’m sorry.
You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met and you make me laugh more than I’d like to admit.
Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m honestly kind of glad my brother brushed you off a few years back, otherwise you wouldn’t be the girl I now see as my little sister.
We’re so much alike from music taste to skate boarding, and it’s so odd seeing someone just like me. I think you’ll always remind me of the younger version of myself. You’re authentic, loyal, and compassionate. But at the same time, I’ve noticed how deeply guarded you are. Because I am too.
I’ve noticed that you and I struggle with vulnerability, especially around those we love. But if there’s one thing I can leave you with, it’s to open up. Be honest. Stop using sarcasm to push people away because I can promise you if they’re anything like Lucas, they’re not letting you go.
Speaking of which, please tell your boyfriend to stop asking me for stuff for you. Since I’m now out of a job at Starcourt Sound, he wants all my skate stuff for you, which if I’m dead, you can have.
I wish we had all of the time in the world to go for one last skate or even one last sleepover. Yes, I enjoyed it despite acting annoyed. You and El are like the little sisters I never got to have.
You’re a great kid and I only see the brightest of futures ahead for you and it makes me sad to know that I won’t be able to watch you grow. I hope that after death there is something. Anything. Because I’m not too sure I like the idea of eternal silence. Maybe I’ll get to watch you somehow and haunt you as a ghost, which I’d totally do.
Your skater twin,
Y/N.
Oh, by the way, I was listening to Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush a few days ago and I think you’ll like it if you haven’t heard it already!
Heroes | Stranger Things x Fem!Henderson!Reader (Interactive!) | Lucas’ Letter
SUMMARY: An unexpected group of outcasts and nerds must come together to solve their small town's mysteries, learning what it means to become found family and heroes.
INTERACTIVE: This story is completely interactive! Place votes at the end of each chapter to determine which paths you go down! Every decision matters!!
WARNINGS: None.
WC: 0.2K
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Dear Lucas,
Out of all of my brother’s original friends, you’ve always been my favorite (don’t tell the others!).
You’re so sweet and always considerate of everyone around you, which is rare to see in boys your age, so take pride in it.
You’re one of those rare people that can walk into anyone’s lives and change it for the better. Your loyalty is a trait difficult to find these days and honestly, you have all my respect. I think you are such an incredible human being. You’re so smart and you always show up when it matters the most, making you incredibly reliable.
While I’m gone, I’m asking you to look after and take care of my brother. I don’t even need to ask because I know you will. I trust your character.
I wish we could’ve gotten closer, and if I could go back and change that I would because you’re just such an extraordinary kid. You’re going to have a life full of fulfilling opportunities, so take advantage of it. I’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines.
- Y/N.
P.S.
The other day I was thinking about how you called Steve and I Mom and Dad a few years ago. How in the hell did you know we’d end up together?!
Heroes | Stranger Things x Fem!Henderson!Reader (Interactive!) | Jonathan’s Letter
SUMMARY: An unexpected group of outcasts and nerds must come together to solve their small town's mysteries, learning what it means to become found family and heroes.
INTERACTIVE: This story is completely interactive! Place votes at the end of each chapter to determine which paths you go down! Every decision matters!!
WARNINGS: None.
WC: 0.4K
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Dear Jonathan,
I think about that day we first started talking and bonding over The Clash a lot. I’ve always struggled to make friends and you were the first friend I made on my own since elementary school. I know, I’m a loser. Our friendship means the world to me even though we’re states apart now.
I’m sorry you have to hear from me over written words, but your line’s always busy now so I suppose it’s better than nothing at all. I know we promised each other to find ourselves that day in the woods years ago, and to be quite honest, I’m not sure I have. There’s still parts of myself I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand. I don’t know who I am anymore and I hope you can figure out who you are in honor of me.
Not tell you who you are or anything, but I think you’re the most human person I’ve ever met. I don’t mean that in a weird or condescending way. I just think you’re so kind, creative, and honestly just see things in a way others don’t (I suppose that’s why you love photography so much as it allows you to see what you might have otherwise missed!), and it makes you so unique.
You’re such a great friend and I’d love to spend more time with you but unfortunately that’s not the cards we’ve been dealt.
I’d wish you the best in life, but I think you’ll be alright. I know you struggle with feeling seen, but just know that I see you. I see you Jonathan Byers and you're one of the most authentic, resilient people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and it makes me say with full confidence you’ve got a bright future ahead of you.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past few hours, it’s that life is never promised. There’s no guarantee that you’ll wake up in the morning, so I guess what I’m getting at is go chase your dreams. Go make that film, go amend things with Nancy, go run for president for all I care. Just go live your life and stop worrying about other people or your own negative thoughts. Go live because at the end of the day, you control your own narrative.
Your best friend that you almost drowned in the pool that one day,
Heroes | Stranger Things x Fem!Henderson!Reader (Interactive!) | Chapter 31 - Can You Stand The Rain
SUMMARY: An unexpected group of outcasts and nerds must come together to solve their small town's mysteries, learning what it means to become found family and heroes.
INTERACTIVE: This story is completely interactive! Place votes at the end of each chapter to determine which paths you go down! Every decision matters!!
A/N: Time feels wrong again.
WARNINGS: Mentions of death, angst
WC: 6.0K
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Two days later
You sat on your bed, leg propped up on a couple of pillows as you played with the hem of your t-shirt.
Some shuffling from the kitchen filled your ears, as well as the mindless chatter from the television from the living room.
Your brother and rest of your friends, with the exception of those in California, went to Nancy’s place to help her clean out some old stuff. You would’ve gone had you been able to walk properly.
It felt odd being in your bedroom despite living in it for nearly your entire life.
You couldn’t remember the last time you could see the floor, and now you could see parts of it.
Steve had been coming by and helping you clean up. He folded all your laundry and had it stacked neatly in the corner, dusted off your furniture, and started to reorganize all your stuff again.
It felt so bizarre.
Three people died and you were just expected to return back to normal life. Three people died and Steve Harrington was cleaning your room.
You didn’t understand.
What the hell happened that night?
The question rang through your mind and honestly as much as you wanted to forget, you couldn’t.
You never would.
“Have you taken your medicine yet?” Steve called from the kitchen, the sound of him rummaging through stuff pausing momentarily.
“No,” you called back.
Steve hummed and you could hear him pull the cabinet open and shake out a few pills from a bottle.
His footsteps padded through the living room and back into your room. He had an ice pack in his hand, a glass of water, and two pills.
He flashed you a small smile, setting the ice pack and water down onto the night stand. He held his hand out to you and you took the two pills, popping them into your mouth. He handed you the glass of water and you drank half of it and thanked him after.
Steve moved to sit on the edge of your bed by your ankle. He gently unbuckled the straps of the boot at your ankle. He slowly slid it off and you winced, shifting slightly.
“Sorry,” he apologized softly.
“It’s okay,” you muttered, watching as he set the boot onto the floor.
“Can you hand me the ice pack, honey?” he asked, looking up at you.
You reached over to your night stand, grabbing the ice cold pack. You handed it to him and he thanked you, placing it against your ankle.
You shifted again.
“Too cold?” he asked.
You shook your head. “It’s fine.”
The room fell silent as you stared at Steve’s hand holding the ice pack against your skin.
Your face fell looking at it.
Billy Hargrove, Max Mayfield, and Eddie Munson died/ended up in a coma and here you were…alive with a fucking boot and ice pack.
“…Eddie Munson, the leader of this cult and prime suspect in the murders, has been missing since the earthquake and is presumed dead.”
The television in the living room was still on, and one sentence in particular caught your attention.
Steve’s eyes immediately darted up to you and saw the way your body language had completely changed.
The way your bottom lip twitched, the way you stiffened and refused to look up.
Steve stood up and walked out to the living room.
“But this offers little comfort to the people of Hawkins, who are scared, angry, and searching for answers. Why their town? What have they done to deserve so much suffering? A growing chorus believes that the two recent tragedies are linked-”
He turned the T.V. off and returned a few seconds later.
Steve looked up at you, trying to figure out what your reaction would be but you seemed to be completely checked out.
You stared at the floor, something like anger, hurt, grief, and almost vengeance, lingering behind your eyes.
It was truly ridiculous for half of Hawkins to believe that Eddie Munson, a boy who barely made it to his twenties, was a part of some cult that split the town into fours. You couldn’t believe some dipshits thought it was true.
But you supposed people needed ways to cope, needed something to believe in to make sense of the oddities of the world.
You hated that it had to be Eddie. Why couldn’t they blame something else? Something else that made even half sense?
Eddie was the sweetest boy you had known. When you first saw him you thought he was a little scary, maybe even mean because of his appearance. But as you got to know him, you found out that he was actually kind, caring, and weirdly charismatic.
Yet, all anyone would ever know him as was the guy who killed a bunch of teens then died himself.
It was disgusting.
Your bottom lip twitched ever so slightly and it didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. Your brows pressed together and soon enough your eyes filled with tears.
Steve’s expression softened as soon as your gaze met his. Your breath hitched slightly as you tried to keep it together, but as soon as Steve spoke, you couldn’t help but to break down.
His words, “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry,” completely did it for you.
You broke down into a sob, the gravity of the loss really hitting you for the first time.
You’d never see Eddie again. Never yell at him for playing that damn guitar too loudly. Never roll your eyes at his corny jokes. Never laugh when he did something so stupidly ridiculous.
You’d never see Eddie Munson again.
Hot tears ran down your face and Steve immediately scooted closer to you, pulling you into a hug. You leaned into his side, breath wavering and a headache already starting to form.
Steve stroked your hair, kissing your hairline and resting his head on top of yours.
And you stayed like that for a while.
Just sitting in silence, your sobs turning into soft sniffles, Steve’s head on yours, his arms wrapped around you as if to never let you go.
You heard the front door to your house creak open and you sat up.
Dustin appeared in the living room followed by-
“Holy shit, El?!” you exclaimed.
El smiled at you, walking into your room, followed by Jonathan, Will, and Mike.
“Hi,” she greeted you, leaning in to give you a hug. She stood up afterwards and glanced down at your ankle. “Your ankle.”
“Your hair.”
Her hair was buzzed just as it was the first time you saw her a few years back.
She looked up at you, lips parted slightly but with an amused curve. “It is a long story.”
Will rounded your bed, practically flying on you to give you a hug. You jumped slightly when he wrapped both his arms around you at lightning speed. “I’m so happy you’re okay,” he said, shutting his eyes and squeezing you tight.
You would’ve said “Me too!” had three other people not died.
He pulled away and you gave him a small smile.
“Forgot about me?”
You looked up and saw Jonathan leaning in the doorway. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Who are you again?”
Jonathan rolled his eyes and walked over to you, ruffling your hair and you smacked his hand away making him chuckle. “Missed you,” he said. He looked over at Steve. “Guess I missed you too?”
Steve pulled his lips into a tight line. “Thanks.”
Dustin sat on the edge of your bed, analyzing your face. It didn’t take a genius to draw the conclusion that you had been crying, your pink and tear stained cheeks a dead giveaway.
His expression softened and he genuinely contemplated not telling you what they had really come over for. He wasn’t so sure you could handle much more.
Though, shockingly, you had been doing relatively fine for someone who lost three people. He didn’t think your mood was as horrible as it was a year ago.
And maybe that was because now you had someone who you confided in sometimes and didn’t care if they saw you at your lowest.
That person was Steve.
For the past two days he had been nothing but a sweetheart. He helped clean your room, helped you when you couldn’t walk, and made sure that you weren’t alone. Because he knew the person you’d become if he left you all alone.
For the past two days he had stayed up at night with you. Sometimes it would be quiet and you’d rest your head on his chest and listen to his heart beat. Other times he talked. He’d tell you about his trip to the store to get you more over the counter medicine or something stupid about his past like a basketball game.
Sometimes you’d cry and cry and instead of keeping it all in, you’d tell him how you were feeling.
One night, you told him almost everything. How you felt like you should’ve seen Billy’s death coming. How you felt like Max didn’t deserve any of it. How you felt like you should’ve done more to protect Eddie.
And instead of Steve telling you that it was fine or that it wasn’t your fault, he stayed quiet. He just listened. He hummed every now and then to let you know he was present.
That was all you wanted.
You didn’t want someone to respond. You didn’t want the advice. You just wanted someone willing to listen to how you felt and Steve was that person.
While it kind of felt good to get some things off of your chest, you hated how it felt to confront your emotions. Talking about it meant you had to feel every ounce of pain, grief, regret, and guilt. You hated it. You didn’t want to feel it. So, as soon as you realized that talking about it made you relive the trauma, you ignored it.
Mike came over and gave you a side hug with a small smile. “Long time no see.”
You hummed. “Kinda liked it better that way, Wheeler.”
“Ouch!” Mike exclaimed, clutching his chest.
You smirked and leaned to sit against your headboard, resting your head against Steve’s shoulder.
Dustin inhaled deeply, trying to sound as casual as possible. “So uh…we were uhm, you know, shooting the shit,” he began, earning a raised brow from you. “And uhm…well we’re going to see Max and just wanted to extend the invite,” he said rather awkwardly. “Only if you’re up for it of course, no pressure.”
Max had been in the hospital the past two days and was somehow alive, though El would explain later that it was thanks to her. You too were in the hospital for a day due to your ankle and after you were discharged, you went straight home and you hadn’t been back there since.
That’s not to say you were an asshole or anything, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to see her.
You felt horrible because you were sure that if circumstances were different and it was you in the hospital and Max awake, she’d see you every day.
You were terrified to go see her because it meant seeing the destruction that you caused. Seeing what you failed to prevent. So, you subconsciously pretended that it didn’t happen.
You stiffened slightly, feeling awkwardly all too seen by everyone in the room. Feeling as though they could read your thoughts and would shame you for it.
“I think uh…” you trailed off. “I think I’ll have to sit this one out. Can’t really walk anyway,” you said, motioning to your ankle.
Dustin nodded understandably. “I get it, no worries.”
You chatted a bit with the others about California and they talked about it as if it were the best state in all the U.S., which it definitely is.
El and Will vaguely talked about school and Jonathan talked a bit about his stoner friend Argyle who you couldn’t help but to think would get along well with Eddie.
The group left after a while, leaving you and Steve.
“Do you think I should’ve gone?” you asked, looking up at him.
Steve sucked his teeth. “I think you should go whenever you’re ready.”
You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. “And if I’m never ready?”
“You will be.”
One month later
The breeze blew against your skin, the scent of spring pollen filling your nose. The leaves gently crunched under your feet as you took slow careful steps. It had been a few days since you stopped wearing your boot and began walking again, though it felt strange doing something seemingly so simple.
An annoyed groan escaped your lips as you sat down crisscrossed, a certain metal head’s guitar pic necklace dangling around your neck.
You screwed the cap off of the bottle of acetone and dumped some of it onto the headstone in front of you and began to scrub it clean with a wired brush.
Red paint dripped down the headstone, some of it clinging to your skin. Your scrubs began to speed up the more you thought about it.
People continued to graffiti Eddie’s headstone with unkind words. It seemed every time you cleaned it, someone came right back with more ruthless intent.
Your grief began to turn into something far more dangerous. Vengeance. Especially since you stopped talking about it. Your grief consumed you and the more you ignored it, the more it built up into pent up anger.
You wanted Henry dead. You wanted everyone who hated Eddie dead.
Those nights you couldn’t sleep, instead of crying, you plotted.
You fantasized about the ways you’d kill Henry. What you’d say. How you’d say it.
Some members of the town grew slightly weary of you.
You’d already cussed out principal Higgins.
Word had gotten around campus that they wouldn’t call Eddie’s name at the graduation ceremony. You stormed into his office and he explained how he wanted to “avoid controversy”. You called him out on his bullshit excuse and cussed him out, earning yourself the ability to not walk at the graduation ceremony.
You didn’t care anyway, you hated high school and were ready to move on.
Some students in the halls avoided eye contact with you. You’d already gone off on a few people for claiming that Eddie was the devil in disguise.
You finished cleaning off his headstone, letting out a sigh. “You know, I’m kinda sick of buying twenty bottles of acetone a week. Even in death you’re annoying as shit,” you joked, talking to…well no one. You just imagined Eddie could hear you anyway in the afterlife.
You’d come by and visit him every day, telling him about your life and random dreams you’d have. You’d joke like in the past, hoping he was laughing somewhere.
“Oh, and uh, guess what? I’m officially not walking at graduation,” you spoke, rolling your eyes. “I don’t really care anyway, I’ve actually got work that day.” You shifted, staring at the headstone. “Kinda wish you here though, it’s uhm…it sucks talking to stone. Wish I could see your stupid face and hear your stupid laugh,” you said, grief seeping into each and every word.
You glanced down at your nails, swallowing hard. “I only ever see you, you know. I don’t see Billy or Max…” you trailed off, embarrassed, admitting it out loud. “I’m ashamed to say it. Billy’s literally in the same radius as you and I just- I don’t know, I can’t go over there. And Max, that’s just a whole other story. I don’t know what it is but the thought of going to see her fills me with so much anxiety, I just can’t.”
Your bottom lip twitched, that familiar feeling of guilt cutting through you like a knife. “Maybe it’s because going to see her means owning up to what I did. Same with Billy, but…I don’t know.”
You sniffled and wiped a tear and ran down your cheek. “Fuck, I’m literally talking to no one right now,” you half laughed, half cried. “I hope somewhere, somehow, you’re listening, because I really miss you. It’s like ever since you left I- I…lost myself. I never really realized that you were my- like, my glue. One of the few people in my life with the rare ability to keep me whole.” More tears fell from your face. You blamed gravity, but your emotions said otherwise.
You wiped your face again, blinking rapidly. “Robin’s been doing okay, same with Will and Dustin, but they all miss you a lot. I miss you a lot. Sometimes I have these dreams where we’re hanging out, just like we used to. You’re playing that guitar too damn loud while I try to read. You laugh and make fun of me for getting annoyed so easily and I throw my book at you and I get to hear that laugh of yours. And then you crack the corniest joke I’ve ever heard and I laugh too. But…then I wake up. And I realize that none of it was real. I snap back into the reality that you’re gone and I’m still here trying so hard to move on. But I can’t. How can I move on when you’re not here with me? How is it fair for me to walk into the future while you’re buried in the past?”
By now your face was soaked in tears as you wiped them in your sleeve, your sleeve so wet that it was just smearing tears across your face. “I’m gonna find him. Henry. And when I do, he’s going to regret ever fucking with any of us. He’s still out there somewhere, planning something, I’m just not sure what. But it isn’t going to happen. So long as I’m alive.”
Knock knock
Dustin groaned, rolling over in his bed and pulling the sheets tighter.
Knock knock
“Oh my fucking…” he grumbled, climbing out of bed and walking to the front door, already knowing who it was. “What?” he asked, harsher than intended.
Steve raised his brows, caught off guard by his tone. “Hey, uh, is your sister here?”
“No.”
Steve blinked. “Well, where is she?”
“I don’t know,” Dustin groaned. “Probably went to see Eddie or something.”
Steve scratched the back of his neck. “Oh…when do you think she’ll be home?”
“Don’t know,” Dustin said, growing more annoyed by the second.
“When did she leave?”
Dustin shut his eyes and sighed. “Don’t know.”
“Okay, well what-”
“Can you stop asking me a billion questions like I’m some magic eight ball?” Dustin snapped. “You can just wait here for her to come back.”
Dustin turned around and walked towards his room, leaving the front door open.
Steve blinked. “Jeez,” he mumbled, walking inside and shutting the door.
He huffed and rolled his eyes, annoyed by how Dustin had been acting recently. Steve sat on the couch, turning on the television and waiting for you to get back.
Half an hour had gone by and the locks on the door clicked. The door opened and you walked in. You stopped in the doorway, looking up to see Steve on your couch.
He smiled at you and you pulled your lips into a tight line. You shut the door behind you and walked into the kitchen, tossing your keys onto the counter.
Steve stood up, walking into the same room as you. “Where’d you go?” he asked, popping up behind you.
You leaned over the sink, washing the red paint off your hands, crimson water flowing down the sink. “No where.”
Steve furrowed his brows, watching the paint drip down your hands and into the skin. “What is that?”
“Nothing,” you mumbled, turning the sink off and drying your hands. You turned around and walked into your room, Steve following.
He shut the door behind him. He knew you well. Too well. You were falling back into bad habits. Closing him and everyone else off again.
He didn’t want to see you struggle again like you had last year. This was something he could fix, and he could do it now.
You opened up your dresser drawer, pulling out a t-shirt and sweatpants.
“You okay?” Steve asked.
You pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it into your laundry hamper. “Yeah.”
Steve watched as you pulled a t-shirt over your head and began to unbutton your jeans. “Are you sure? We can talk about it.”
You tossed your jeans into the laundry hamper, climbing into your sweats. “I’d rather not.”
Steve sighed, walking over to you. He placed his hands onto your hips. “I’m right here. You can talk to me.”
You stiffened. “I know, Steve, but I just don’t wanna talk about it.”
Steve nodded. “Okay,” he murmured, giving your lips a quick peck. “Oh, I was uh…” he trailed off with a smile. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight? Enozo’s. You know, we haven’t gone on our date yet and I just thought it’d be nice.”
Your expression softened. You wanted to go out with him, you really did, but you weren’t in the mood to do much. Your trip to see Eddie left you with a heavy heart.
And besides that, it felt weird going out and having a good time when two people died and another was in a coma because of you.
“Not today,” you said. “I’m just…kinda tired.”
You could immediately tell that Steve was hurt. “It’s okay.”
It was quiet for a beat.
“Look, I don’t wanna go back to how you were last year,” Steve said suddenly.
You blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” he said softly. “It’s like you’re not even here some days. You act so…different.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you snapped, pulling away from his touch with your arms crossed over your chest.
Steve realized that his words didn’t come out how he intended them to. “No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like-”
“No, I think you did,” you said, hurt written all over your face.
You knew you had changed. You were colder. You were angry all the time and you even hated yourself for it. You hated the person you were becoming.
Steve sighed, brows pressed together. “I’m just saying, you’ve changed.”
“Well in case you forgot my best friend died, my other friend also died, another is in a coma, and my biological father is still out there probably plotting his next move. So, sorry if I’ve changed,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes.
Steve ran a hand through his hair. “No, you’re misconstruing my words.”
“Misconstruing?” you scoffed. “You literally just said I’ve changed? You just said I act different.”
“Yeah,” Steve now scoffed. “And honestly, I think it’s because you’ve stopped talking about your emotions. You’ve always done that. You always bury how you feel and act like if you ignore it, it doesn’t exist.”
You tensed, feeling completely exposed. Steve read you like a damn book and it hurt more because it was true.
You never handled your emotions well.
A month ago you talked to Steve, and were honest with how you felt. And now you were so consumed in anger you started to go back to not speaking. You didn’t want to keep talking about it, it hurt too much to say it. It made it too real for you.
“How are you ever going to move on if you can’t face your fears?” Steve asked. “Ignoring it might make it hurt less, but it doesn’t make it go away. It’s still very real.”
You shut your eyes, shaking your head. “I’m not doing this right now,” you said, moving to walk past him.
Steve grabbed your wrist gently, stepping in front of you and stopping you from leaving. “You’re not grieving properly. It’s just gonna eat you alive until you deal with what happened.”
“I am dealing with it, okay?” you snapped. “I don’t want to have this conversation with you. Not now. Not later. Not ever. I am fine, Steve. Now, can you move?”
Steve snapped his fingers. “That. That right there is what I’m talking about. You can’t even have a serious conversation with me about your own emotions.”
“I can, I just don’t want to.”
“Okay, if you can then, let’s sit down and have it.”
You stared at Steve, and he could sense your irritation. “What is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem,” Steve said. “I’m just trying to help you because I love you.”
You looked away from him, your wrist still in his hand. “Can you let go?” you muttered.
Steve’s fingers uncurled from your wrist. “I just want to help you. That’s all.”
You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter how much you try to help me, this is never going to be the same.”
“What’s not going to be the same?”
“Us.”
Steve’s heart sank, his eyes filled with tears and for a second he thought he had died and ended up in hell. “What?” he asked, voice cracking.
“Well it’s clear to me you want someone who’s emotionally available.” Your eyes filled with tears as you shook your head. “I can’t be that for you, Steve. I can’t handle what I’m going through and you at the same time.”
You stiffened, that last sentence not coming out as intended.
Steve tilted his head slightly. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? You don’t love me?”
“I- I never said that,” you faltered.
“Then tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“That you love me!”
You blinked back your tears, looking at Steve. You then realized something. “Did you not read the letter?”
Steve shifted, looking away. Truth be told, he hadn’t. It was in the glovebox of his car, tucked away. He couldn’t bring himself to read it because it meant reliving the day you almost died.
You scoffed and nodded your head. “I wrote that for you,” you said, hurt cracking through your tone. “I poured my heart out to you because I thought I was going to die and you didn’t even fucking read it.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Steve apologized. “I just- I can’t. It hurts too much to think about.”
You scoffed, shaking your head. “You’re such a hypocrite.”
Steve now shook his head too. “Don’t do that. These are two completely different things.”
“Oh, so you get to not face your emotions but I have to?” you asked sarcastically.
Steve let out a sigh. “I’m not gonna watch you do this to yourself. Not again.”
“Then don’t.”
Steve blinked in disbelief, not even knowing what to say.
Hot tears filled your eyes. “I can’t do this,” you muttered.
“Then let me help,” Steve urged you, taking a few steps towards you.
You stepped back away from him. “No, I’m not talking about grieving. I’m talking about us.”
Steve blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. “Don’t do that. Please don’t.” The hurt in his tone made you want to cry. You loved Steve more than anything, but you hated the way he wanted you to confront the darkest parts of yourself.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, bottom lip trembling.
Steve shook his head, heart hammering so loud he could hear it in his own ears. “I thought this was something worth fighting for?” he asked, referring to the day you agreed that your relationship was one worth fighting for. “You said that our love was.”
“I want to love you, Steve,” you muttered, vision blurry from the tears. “But you make it so damn hard to.”
You loved Steve, you did. But he made you feel like you were drowning sometimes. The constant checking on you and now he was pushing you to do something you had been trying so hard to avoid.
Steve blinked, desolation and anger filling him. “So now I’m too hard to love?” he scoffed. “I’ve done nothing but been there for you,” he protested. “All those nights you’ve cried I’ve been there to hold you. Every time you’ve needed something I’ve done everything in my willpower to get it, and you know damn well I’d move a mountain for you. Even when you’ve cussed me out, yelled at me in my face, and quite literally treated me like shit, I’ve stayed. I’ve stayed because I love you, so don’t tell me I’m too fucking hard to love,” he snapped, his anger rising with each word. “You wanna talk about being too hard to love? If anything you’re too hard to love.”
And there it was.
The thing you feared the most coming to fruition.
For a long time you avoided telling Steve, or anyone for that matter, that you were Henry’s daughter, because you were scared they would see you differently. That they wouldn’t love you.
But turns out, your heritage wasn’t the problem.
You were.
You were never good at handling your emotions and now you were experiencing the consequences of it.
Your bottom lips trembled, tears streaming down your face. “Fuck you, Harrington.”
Steve scoffed. “Yeah, fuck me. The one person who you got to treat like shit but loved you regardless. The one person who stayed with you because it was clear you were struggling.”
You wanted to break down right there, and you were starting to, but you didn’t want to in front of him. Not while he was standing in front of you shoving a mirror in your face.
“Remember when you said you didn’t even know why I was with you?” Steve asked, tears slipping down his face despite his anger and cruel words. “I honestly don’t even know why I was with you either.”
His words cut through you like a knife to your chest. You never deserved him and you knew it. You knew it the entire relationship. Everyone always gave him shit for being insecure, but really you were too.
“Now you’re just being mean, Steve,” you cried, wiping your face in frustration. Steve’s expression softened slightly. He loved you, he always would, but he couldn’t help but to feel as though he’d exerted so much energy into you and that you hadn’t given him anything back.
The relationship felt one sided sometimes and it wasn’t fair to him.
He knew you were going through a lot, but this argument was his breaking point. He’d kept how he felt bottled up because it felt selfish and inconsiderate to go to you and tell you that he felt like you didn’t love him back. So he stayed quiet, his own frustrations building up.
“I’m just being honest,” Steve muttered. “You were honest with me so now I’m being honest with you.”
“So you think I never loved you?” you asked, voice cracking.
Steve stared at you for a moment. “Do you realize how bad you treated me last year?” he asked. “You don’t treat someone you love like that.”
He was right.
You pushed him away, argued, fought, yelled at him.
Was that how you were supposed to treat someone you loved?
“So, no, I don’t think you ever loved me,” he said. “I think that before all of this, you were a good person. I think you were beautiful inside and out, and that’s why I fell in love with you. But now, I don’t even know who you are anymore. I saw pieces of you through the ugliest parts of our relationship, but now you’re not the same girl I fell in love with.” His bottom lip trembled as his voice cracked. “And it hurts. It hurts more than you’ll ever know because I keep trying so hard to bring her back but she’s not even trying herself. I can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.”
Your cheeks and nose were flushed pink as tears streamed down your face. Hearing his words was like a slap to the face. “I’m…” you began, your voice falling apart. “I’m not who you fell in love with?”
Steve shook his head. “No. You’re not.”
You choked on a sob, nodding, unable to look at him. “You’re a liar,” you muttered. “You said you’d never leave and now you’re leaving. You said I ruined the part of you that knows how. You said that whoever I was, you’d still be there!” you shouted the last part, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “I asked you what if you had fabricated a version of me in your head and- and you fucking promised me that you’d stay,” you cried. “I was telling you that I wasn’t who you thought I was but you decided to stay anyway.”
Steve stiffened because Dustin had also told him prior to getting with you that he might’ve had a fabricated version of you in his head. He told Steve that maybe, just maybe, Steve loved the idea of you. As time passed, it grew increasingly true.
Steve had his idea in his head that if he tried hard enough, you’d go back to the girl he fell for. But nothing could ever erase what happened. He couldn’t make you not be Henry’s daughter anymore. He couldn’t bring back the dead.
He couldn’t bring back the girl he fell so desperately in love with.
Just then, Steve realized something. For a long time, ever since the beginning, it had been heavily foreshadowed the play of events. He just chose to ignore it.
“Why would you say that to me?” you cried, voice cracking. “Why would you ever lie to me?”
Steve’s expression softened as he wiped his tears. He avoided eye contact, too ashamed to look at you.
“I really hate you,” you whispered.
“Yeah,” Steve whispered. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not your boyfriend anymore, then. Right?”
Steve walked out of your room, slamming the door shut. Soon after, the front door slammed shut.
That’s when you broke down.
You sat on the edge of your bed, hands covering your face as you cried. The worst part was that neither of you were necessarily in the wrong. You didn’t treat Steve very well for a long time. Sure, you were struggling, but it didn’t excuse your behavior.
And Steve had this idea that he could fix everything. That he could make you the bubbly, happy, person that you once were.
But looking beyond the ugly parts of your relationship, there was something there. There always had been. And that was love. You both loved each other more than anything.
He was the right person, you had just gotten together at the wrong time.
Now emotions and stakes were high, leading to a messy breakup that neither of you deep down ever wanted.
Your door creaked open and Dustin sat beside you, pulling you into a hug, rubbing your back.
He didn’t even need to ask what happened. He heard everything.
Steve climbed into his car, slamming the door shut and turning the keys into the ignition, music starting to play.
“But I need somebody who will stand by me”
“When it’s tough she won’t run”
“She will always be right there for me”
“Sunny days, everybody loves them”
“Tell me baby, can you stand the rain?”
Steve scoffed, the song rather ironic for his situation. His hand dropped to the gear shift when his eyes landed on the glove box. He hesitated, sighing before reaching over and opening it.
He took your letter out, looking at the back. You wrote his name neatly, a little heart beside it. His heart ached immensely.
He took a deep breath before opening it, unfolding the lined paper.
His eyes read it over and each and every word made him want to run back into your house and apologize, make you take him back and kiss you all over.
Because you had poured your whole heart.
You told him everything. You admitted words you’d never dare to utter out loud. As he read he could hear your voice. He could hear the sincerity in your tone and how much you rawly admitted everything.
He was so angry, so hurt, so confused, but the more he read, the more he understood the complexity of your nature.
You had never loved someone as much as you loved Steve Harrington. And now you wanted nothing to do with him.
Pick a pity letter (aka someone who wasn’t chosen yet)
Robin
El
Will
Mike
Nancy
Billy
Remaining time: 4 days 10 hours
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A/N: Okayyy and that’s a wrap on season 4!! I hope you guys enjoyed and I hope you guys end up liking what I’ve got planned for season 5!! I’ll be dropping the letters soon and afterwards we’ll start the next season and you’ll get your ability to vote back!
And yes, the reader still loves Steve and yes, Steve still loves the reader, so yes they will be low key pining over one another next season.
The reader and Steve are 100% still love interests as of right now so this is not a grantee greeting rid of him lol. Don’t worry Steve lovers, I’ve always had this breakup planned *cough cough* all the foreshadowing! Luckily they’re still very much so in love so we’ll see how things play out next season.
I know there’s a lot of discourse about Steve, but whether you’re a lover or a hater, it’s all gonna work out just trust my crazy mind (I’ve got an ending that I think/hope will satisfy everyone).
We’re ALMOST halfway through this fic and I’m super excited to begin act ll (that’s the real deal!)
Alsooo next season you all better vote very very very carefully. I think it’s clear I’m not holding back on deaths so vote wisely. 😁 #iwillkilloffeveryoneifyoudontvoteright
Imani please don’t listen to them keep Steve alive and give us the happy ending please🥺 please Imani🥺 please Imani🥺 we love you Imani🥺
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ahhhh no need to worry!!
luckily i don’t hate steve so i’m not going to go out of my way to kill him or get rid of him unnecessarily lol. that is to say i already have things planned out to go a certain way (including more deaths 😈) and the reader’s only love interest right now will remain steve as that’s the one evb originally ended up voting for!
we’re currently in act l, but in act ll, the doors to date anyone will open up again (hmmm i wonder whyyyy???)
i also THINK i’ve landed on an ending that will satisfy everyone (steve lovers and steve haters alike)…i hope.
not to spoil anything but you do not need to worry about steve dying. but you definitely need to worry about some other people dying…