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Right where you left the

Normal didn't last.

By the time they reached Eddie MunSon's trailer, y/n understood exactly how bad things were. Police tape fluttered In the wind. The place felt wrong-heavy, like grief clung to the walls. Steve moved first, instinct Sharp and protective. Y/n stayed close, scanning the ground, the shadows.

“This is where it happened,” Dustin said quietly.

Y/n swallowed. She glanced at Steve and saw his jaw tighten, anger flickering behind his eyes.

“They’re going to destroy him,” she whispered. “Eddie.”

Steve nodded. "Not if we find the truth first.”

Inside the trailer, when they found Chrissy’s body, y/n turned away, hand clamped over her mouth. Steve shifted subtly, placing himself between her and the worst of it, his hand brushing her back. She noticed. She always noticed.

——The Boat & The Lake——

The night they took the boat out onto Lover’s Lake, y/n hands shook as she climbed in.

“Hey,” Steve said quietly, offering his hand. “I’ve got you.”

She took it without hesitation.

The fog rolled in thick, swallowing the shoreline. The water was unnervingly still.

“This is a terrible idea,” y/n muttered.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “But we’re kind of experts at those.”

When Steve dove in, y/n’s heart lodged in her throat. Seconds stretched too long. Then too long.

“Steve?” She called, panic creeping in. “Steve!” The water erupted he vanished. Y/n dropped to her knees at the edge of the boat. “No, No-“

Then he surfaced, gasping, shouting. The gate. Before she could breathe, something grabbed him.

“STEVE!” y/n screamed.

The chaos that followed blurred together - hands pulling him back, blood in the water, the sounds of beating wings. when Steve collapsed into the boat, pale and shaking, y/n was on him instantly.

“You’re okay,” she said desperately, pressing her hands to his shoulders. “You’re okay.”

He looked at her, dazed, then focused. “Hey. Don’t cry.”

“I’m not,” she lied as tears fell anyway.

——The Upside Down & The RV——

The Upside Down was worse than y/n imagined. Everything felt dead—but watching. When the demobats attacked, y/n fought alongside the others, heart hammering, Steve always somewhere in her peripheral vision. When they finally escaped into the RV, she turned to him immediately.

“You’re bleeding,” she said.

Steve shrugged it off. “It’s fine.”

She grabbed the first-aid kit anyway, hands trembling as she cleaned the wounds on his torso.

“You could’ve died,” she whispered.

Steve watched her carefully. “So could you.”

Her hands paused. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t make it sound the same.”

“Why?” She met his eyes. “Because losing you would destroy me.” The words hung between them, raw and terrifying. Steve didn’t joke this time. He just reached up and brushed his thumb along her cheek.

——The Creel House——

The Creel House loomed like a nightmare frozen in time. Y/n hated it instantly. As they climbed the stairs, her head started to throb. Memories she didn’t want clawed at her mind. She pressed her hand to the wall, breathing hard. Steve noticed immediately.

“Hey,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Stick with me.”

When Vecna struck—when Max screamed—y/n froze, terror rooting her to the spot. Steve grabbed her hand, grounding her.

“Look at me,” he said firmly. “You’re here. You’re safe.”

His voice cut through the noise. Later, when the house started collapsing, Steve shielded her instinctively, arm wrapped around her as debris fell. They survived by inches.

——Aftermath——

Hawkins broke open. The sky burned red. The ground split. Y/n clung to Steve as the world literally cracked beneath them. When it was over—when the shock settled and the town went quiet—Steve found her sitting on the curb outside the hospital, knees pulled to her chest. He sat beside her.

“We did it,” he said softly. She nodded. “It doesn’t feel like it.” He reached for her hand anyway. Days passed. Funerals. Silence. Fear. One evening, standing outside her house, Steve finally kissed her. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was careful. Earned.

Y/n smiled against his lips. “About time.”

Steve laughed quietly. “Yeah. I know.” Hawkins wasn’t safe. But when Steve Harrington held y/n Henderson’s hand, it felt survivable.

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The life after the end of the world

Two years later

The world didn't end

That fact still amazed Steve Harrington sometimes. The Sun came up over Hawkins in quiet, ordinary ways now-no ash in the air, no sirens, no vines creeping through the streets. Just birds, morning light, and the sound of small feet snapping against hardwood floors.

“Da!”

Steve barely had time to turn before a tiny body barreled into his legs.

“Oof—hey, hey!” he laughed, scooping his toddler up instinctively. “Good morning to you too, menace.”

Their child-curry-haired, bright-eyed, stubborn in away that felt genetic- a reflection of both parents, but mostly from y/n. Tiny arms strapped around Steve's neck and pressed their forehead against his jaw.

Y/n watched from the kitchen, coffee in hand, smiling softly.

“You spoil her,” she said.

Steve kissed the kid’s temple. “Wrong. I worship them.”

The toddler giggled, then immediately tried to grab Steve's hair.

“Okay,” Steve sighed. “Less worship. Still a lot of protecting.”

The nightmares were gone now. Maya slept through the night. Hawkins was healing. But Steve still checked the locks twice before bed, still woke at every unfamiliar sound.

Some instincts never faded.

Especially when you’d once almost lost everything.

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Right Where You Left Me

Steve Harrington x Maya Henderson

Spring break was supposed to be quiet.

That was the first lie Hawkins told.

Maya Henderson had been back in town exactly forty-eight hours when the sirens started screaming through the night. She stood on her mom’s porch, heart pounding, watching red and blue lights smear across the clouds. Hawkins hadn’t changed at all—it had just been waiting.

She ran into Steve Harrington the next morning at Family Video.

The bell chimed, and Steve looked up, already halfway into a sarcastic complaint—then stopped cold.

“Maya?”

She smiled, a little unsure. “Hey, Steve.”

For a second, he just stared. Then his face broke into that familiar, crooked grin that made her chest ache.

“Wow. Okay. This is… wow.”

“Still smooth,” she teased.

“Still devastatingly charming,” he shot back, then winced. “Sorry. I panicked.”

Robin appeared from the back. “Oh my god,” she said. “You’re her. The mysterious Maya.”

Steve groaned. “Please don’t.”

Maya laughed—and for a moment, Hawkins felt almost normal.

Eddie’s Trailer

Normal didn’t last.

By the time they reached Eddie Munson’s trailer, Maya understood exactly how bad things were. Police tape fluttered in the wind. The place felt wrong—heavy, like grief clung to the walls.

Steve moved first, instinct sharp and protective. Maya stayed close, scanning the ground, the shadows.

“This is where it happened,” Dustin said quietly.

Maya swallowed. She glanced at Steve and saw his jaw tighten, anger flickering behind his eyes.

“They’re going to destroy him,” she whispered. “Eddie.”

Steve nodded. “Not if we find the truth first.”

Inside the trailer, when they found Chrissy’s body, Maya turned away, hand clamped over her mouth. Steve shifted subtly, placing himself between her and the worst of it, his hand brushing her back.

She noticed.

She always noticed.

The Boat & The Lake

The night they took the boat out onto Lover’s Lake, Maya’s hands shook as she climbed in.

“Hey,” Steve said quietly, offering his hand. “I’ve got you.”

She took it without hesitation.

The fog rolled in thick, swallowing the shoreline. The water was unnervingly still.

“This is a terrible idea,” Maya muttered.

“Yeah,” Steve agreed. “But we’re kind of experts at those.”

When Steve dove in, Maya’s heart lodged in her throat.

Seconds stretched too long.

Then too long.

“Steve?” she called, panic creeping in. “Steve!”

The water erupted.

He vanished.

Maya dropped to her knees at the edge of the boat. “No, no—”

Then he surfaced, gasping, shouting. The gate.

Before she could breathe, something grabbed him.

“STEVE!” Maya screamed.

The chaos that followed blurred together—hands pulling him back, blood in the water, the sound of beating wings. When Steve collapsed into the boat, pale and shaking, Maya was on him instantly.

“You’re okay,” she said desperately, pressing her hands to his shoulders. “You’re okay.”

He looked at her, dazed, then focused. “Hey. Don’t cry.”

“I’m not,” she lied as tears fell anyway.

The Upside Down & The RV

The Upside Down was worse than Maya imagined.

Everything felt dead—but watching.

When the demobats attacked, Maya fought alongside the others, heart hammering, Steve always somewhere in her peripheral vision. When they finally escaped into the RV, she turned to him immediately.

“You’re bleeding,” she said.

Steve shrugged it off. “It’s fine.”

She grabbed the first-aid kit anyway, hands trembling as she cleaned the wounds on his torso.

“You could’ve died,” she whispered.

Steve watched her carefully. “So could you.”

Her hands paused.

“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t make it sound the same.”

“Why?”

She met his eyes. “Because losing you would destroy me.”

The words hung between them, raw and terrifying.

Steve didn’t joke this time. He just reached up and brushed his thumb along her cheek.

The Creel House

The Creel House loomed like a nightmare frozen in time.

Maya hated it instantly.

As they climbed the stairs, her head started to throb. Memories she didn’t want clawed at her mind. She pressed her hand to the wall, breathing hard.

Steve noticed immediately.

“Hey,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Stick with me.”

When Vecna struck—when Max screamed—Maya froze, terror rooting her to the spot. Steve grabbed her hand, grounding her.

“Look at me,” he said firmly. “You’re here. You’re safe.”

His voice cut through the noise.

Later, when the house started collapsing, Steve shielded her instinctively, arm wrapped around her as debris fell.

They survived by inches.

Aftermath

Hawkins broke open.

The sky burned red. The ground split. Maya clung to Steve as the world literally cracked beneath them.

When it was over—when the shock settled and the town went quiet—Steve found her sitting on the curb outside the hospital, knees pulled to her chest.

He sat beside her.

“We did it,” he said softly.

She nodded. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

He reached for her hand anyway.

Days passed. Funerals. Silence. Fear.

One evening, standing outside her house, Steve finally kissed her.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate.

It was careful. Earned.

Maya smiled against his lips. “About time.”

Steve laughed quietly. “Yeah. I know.”

Hawkins wasn’t safe.

But when Steve Harrington held Maya Henderson’s hand, it felt survivable.

And for now—that was enough.

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Hawkins felt wrong

Not broken-not anymore. Broken implied something that could be fixed. Hawkins felt hallow, like a house after a fire where the walls stink stood but nothing inside was the same

I noticed it most at night. I returned because 1 had to because vecna was gone but the scars weren't, and someone needed to help catalog the damage, help the town pretend it could be normal again. 1 told myself it was practical. Temporary even. I didn't tell myself it was because Steve Harrington still lived there. I didn't come back and expected to see him the first day back. I was standing outside family video now boarded up, paint peeling - when a familiar voice cut through the quiet.

" You know, if you're trying to summon the ghosts of bad haircuts past, this is the right place."

Steve Harrington stood there, older, broader, a little more tired-but unmistakably Steve. His hair was shorter now, still stubbornly perfect in a way that felt unfair. He froze when he really looked at me.

" Maya?"

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then Steve crossed the distance in three long steps and pulled her into a lug before either of US could think of a better of it. He smelled like soap and sawdust and something warm af familiar.

" You came back", he said quietly.

"So did you", I replied.

That was how it started again-not with fireworks, but with gravity.

We had always orbited each other in high school. Back in high school, 1 had always Sat on the hood of his car while he complained about his shirty parents. The one who always patched him up after fights he would lose. The one who saw him really change as a person. Someone who became softer, braver. But luck was Off, was who the timing was wrong. Always fucking wrong, someone leaving or scared. Or pretending they wanted something else.

The Upside Down was quieter now, but the threat lingered like a bruise under the skin. Steve and Maya found themselves assigned together more often than not—inventory runs, patrols, rebuilding teams.

Steve noticed everything.

The way Maya rubbed her wrist when she was anxious. How she counted her steps when crossing cracked ground. How she smiled automatically and then exhaled like it cost her something.

“You don’t have to be okay all the time,” he told her one evening as they sat on the tailgate of his truck, watching the sun sink into red clouds.

She laughed softly. “Funny. You’re the one who taught me that.”

He looked at her then—really looked—and something in his chest twisted.

The night it all changed, Hawkins shook again. Not an earthquake. Something worse. Sirens screamed. The ground split near the old Creel property, black veins crawling outward like living things. Steve didn’t think—he ran. He found Maya trapped under fallen beams, blood at her hairline, breathing hard but alive.

“Hey. Hey, I’ve got you,” he said, voice shaking as he lifted the debris with strength he didn’t know he still had. Her fingers clenched in his jacket. “Steve… I thought—”

“Not happening,” he cut in fiercely. “You don’t get to leave. Not now. Not ever.” When they were finally safe, adrenaline fading into quiet terror, Maya broke. She cried into his chest, hands fisted in his shirt, and Steve held her like the world might try to steal her away if he loosened his grip.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said. “Me too.”

He tilted her chin up and kissed her—not rushed, not desperate. Just honest. The kind of kiss that said I choose you, even if everything else falls apart. Maya kissed him back like she’d been waiting years to do it right. Being with Steve wasn’t flashy. It was steady hands on her waist when the ground trembled. It was him leaving the light on for her. It was quiet jokes, shared meals, his jacket around her shoulders when the nights turned cold again. Steve Harrington loved like he fought—fully, fiercely, without half-measures. One night, lying beside him, Maya traced the scars on his chest.

“You ever think about leaving?” she asked. He shrugged. “Used to. All the time.” “And now?” He turned, resting his forehead against hers. “Now I think about what I’d be running from.” Maya smiled, eyes shining. “Good.” Hawkins was still healing. So were they. But for the first time, the future didn’t feel like something to survive. It felt like something to build—together. The weeks after the quake blurred together.

Rebuilding crews moved through Hawkins like ghosts, hammering boards over shattered windows, repainting walls that still whispered of something rotten underneath. Steve and Maya stayed busy because stopping meant thinking—and thinking meant remembering too much. Steve started walking her home without comment. At first, Maya teased him. “You know I can handle myself, right?” He’d shrugged, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. “Yeah. Still doing it.” She didn’t argue again. One evening, rain came down hard and sudden, soaking them before they could reach her porch. They stood there, breathless and laughing, water dripping from Steve’s hair into his eyes. “Wow,” Maya said, brushing wet strands off his forehead. “The hair finally lost.” He grinned. “Watch it. That’s a sensitive topic.” Her hand lingered. The laughter faded into something quieter. “I almost didn’t come back,” she admitted softly. “I was afraid if I stayed, I’d lose everyone again.”

Steve’s smile gentled. “Yeah. Me too.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. The rain muffled the world as he kissed her slowly, carefully, like he was memorizing her. When they finally pulled apart, Steve rested his hands at her waist, thumbs brushing circles there. “You staying?” he asked—not demanding, just hopeful. Maya nodded. “I think I already decided.”

Later, when the town lost power again, Steve found her sitting on the floor of his house, candles lit, knees pulled to her chest. He dropped beside her without asking, letting their shoulders touch. “I hate the quiet,” she said. “Feels like it’s waiting.” Steve reached for her hand. “Then we don’t let it.” He talked—about the kids, about Dustin’s stupid jokes, about dreams he’d never admitted out loud. A small house. A place that felt safe. A life that didn’t revolve around fighting monsters. Maya listened like it mattered. When she fell asleep against him, Steve didn’t move for hours. He just stayed, one arm around her, the other fisted in his shirt like he was grounding himself.

The next time the Upside Down stirred, they faced it side by side. Maya patched Steve up after a close call, hands steady despite the blood. Steve watched her like she was the bravest person he knew. “You scare me,” he said suddenly. She looked up. “I fight literal nightmares with you.” “Not that.” He swallowed. “You scare me because I care. Because losing you would—” She silenced him with a kiss. “Then don’t lose me.” He pulled her into him, forehead pressed to hers. “I won’t,” he promised. And this time, he believed it.

Hawkins would never be what it was. But sometimes, in the quiet moments—Steve’s arm slung around Maya’s shoulders, her head resting against his chest—it felt close enough to peace. And maybe that was the point.

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Maya had learned two things in Hawkins very quickly:

1. Keep your head down

2. The boy with wild curls and leather jacket was impossible to ignore

She first met Eddie Munson when she accidentally wandered into hellfire club room, clutching the wrong schedule and already late for class. The door creaked open, and every head turned-especially his.

"Well," Eddie drawled, eyes lighting up like he'd just found treasure, "either you're very lost, or you're about to roll initiative.

Maya should've panicked. Instead, she laughed.

That laughed changed everything.

Eddie liked that Maya didn't flinch At his volume, his dramatics, or the rumors that followed him like a shadow. She liked that beneath the metal rings and sarcasm was someone deeply kind - someone who noticed when she was quiet, who asked what she thought, who listened when it mattered.

They started spending time together after school. Eddie would tune his guitar while Maya Sat crossed leg on the floor of his uncle's trailer, doing homework and pretending not to stare when his fingers moved over the strings. Sometimes he Play something soft. Something unfinished, and say, "don't tell anyone okay? Ruins my scary reputation."

One night, after a particularly long rant from Eddie about how the world loved to label people instead of knowing them, Maya reached out and took his hand.

"You know. " she said gently, "you're not what they say you are."

Eddie looked at her like she'd just seen straight through him.

"You are," she said smiling

That was the first time he kissed her- careful at first, like he was afraid she might disappear if he moved too fast. When she didn't pull away, he smiled into the kiss, soft and amazed.

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So This Is the Start of Love: Eddie Munson x Reader

He walks into the hallway of Hawkins High, adorned in his leather jacket and Hellfire T-shirt.

I stare intrigued as he walks past.

He catches you staring and he raises his eyebrow, looking at you.

I quickly look away while my cheeks turn red from the embarrassment of being caught staring at him.

Seeing you blush, he smirks and says "Did I catch you off guard"?

"Hmmm" I say looking up at him softly

He chuckles "I'm guessing you've never met someone quite like me before".

"No I haven't," I said softly.

He grins, noticing you seem to be a little flustered "you're kind of cute when you blush".

"oh...um..Thanks" I said to him.

He leans in a little closer "You know, I never caught your name"

It's y/n.

He smiles "Y/n, that's a pretty name". He pauses, his expression becoming more serious "Listen, I have to get to class, but I was wondering if maybe we could talk later"?

"Sure" I respond.