♡ after all the stuff happening in Hawkins, protecting your family, Vecna slowly changes his game plan to come after you, their protector. Due to you being the target, you and Steve’s secret relationship also slowly comes into light which causes a lot of stress and miscommunication between everyone.
♡ use of y/n, reader is Byer’s daughter, shy but feisty reader, swearing, fighting, abuse, arguing, fluff, smut (at some point 😙), near death, hella injury, and probably other things I have yet to add <3
♡ a/n: hey yall!! It’s been a while since I wrote a real real fic since like 2012 on wattpad. So pls bear with me and lemme know if I should actually continue this as a series in parts 🫶🏻
Part 2
@strangergraphics vine borders <3
“Will you stop fighting with that boy?” You say blotting the wet rag against your older brother’s face. Jonathan is one of those quieter kids at school but when it comes to Steve Harrington, he doesn’t know how to not show your father’s rage.
“He started it..”
“I don’t care Jon.” You groan placing a bandaid across his lower cheek. “You are literally dating his ex, don’t be so insecure.”
“I’m not insecure y/n!” He defends shooting an angry glare to you.
“Sure whatever.” You sigh throwing away your first aid trash and leaving the bathroom.
The smell of your mom’s chicken casserole filling the room with a familiar warmth of your childhood, it was her main dish she made. It was cheap, easy, and it was probably the best thing she could make.
“Can you let them know suppers ready?” She asks wiping off her hands. You nod, turning back towards the hallway you just came from. You walk out of the back sliding door seeing your younger brother with his friends. Your footsteps are fairly quiet until you crunch a large a little too loud and a little too close sending the group into high alert.
“Y/n!” Will yelps jumping to his feet. “You can’t sneak up every time we’ve been over this!”
“I’m sorry!” You giggle to him. The stress still showing on his face and the other three. “Mom says supper is ready guys.” They nod leaving the crunchy fall ground, following your path back to the house as you lead.
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The dinner table is fairly quiet. You’re in the middle of a tension of eyes and stress in the air, but the smell of the warm dish in front of you battling the thoughts.
“So what were you guys doing in the woods?” Jonathan asks inhaling his plate. The boys’ eyes widen darting to him and then to each other.
“The woods?” Mom growls. His fork slams against the glass plate making the rest of the table subtly jump. “William Byers we’ve been over this!” Her voice gaining in volume and intensity.
After all the shit going on with Will and in Hawkins, she’s made us hard on rules and stricter than the damn military that keeps us under lockdown. The woods being one of the spots she has banned for us, especially him to go.
Will continues to stay quiet, playing around his noodles and chicken on his plate. The screeching of his metal fork piercing everyone’s ears that fills the heaviness.
“Mrs. Byers, we weren’t doing anything…” Lucas starts, immediately shushed by your mother shooting her angry gaze to him instead of Will.
“I don’t care Lucas. The woods are off limits.”
“Jonathan why would you say anything?” Will asks across the table to the oldest. Jonathon shrugs still staring to his plate that’s nearly wiped clean. “Was it to the hide the fact you got into another fight?”
Your water chokes in your throat, coughing all the air from your lungs after it goes down. The angry gaze from Will now trails to Jonathan.
“Rat.” He growls leaning back hunched on his dining chair. The loud creaking echoes from the legs as he moves sharply. Will sighs loudly grabbing his plate and placing it into the sink and walking down the hall to his bedroom.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Byers” Mike says softly. He sounded so genuine you could barely tell he didn’t actually care. Your mother sighs loudly again but her angry expression has disappeared from her face, now she shows defeat and desperation.
“Thank you for supper.” Dustin adds on grabbing his clean plate and placing it into the sink, the other two boys following his lead. They all three walk down to Will’s room closing the door behind them.
“Anyways..” you attempt to break the tension scooting your chair away from the table to stand.
“Sit.” Your mother demands, your butt immediately hitting the chair. “Jonathan you need to quit. You’re the oldest and have you seen the environment we live in?!”
Jonathan’s demeanor changes from annoyed to more anger after that statement. He is the oldest, this is true, but to be the oldest son of a single mother really has higher expectations than one bargained for.
His voice stays silent as your mother continues her lecture she has almost every time he’d come home with bruises and bloody scars across his face. It’s a lecture you both have heard before, you’re forced to sit almost through each one. As the only daughter of hers you are assumed to take on the motherly duties as well of taking care of your brothers on top of your mom taking care of them.
His chair scoots against the floor, he rises to his feet and leaves through the front door. His hands moved smoothly as he grabbed his coat and the door calmly closed behind him. No word spoke from him during his exit.
You clear your throat standing up grabbing your and Jonathan’s plate, taking it to the sink and starting the faucet.
The family really hasn’t felt the same since Will’s take over and this whole town cut down the middle just months ago. The Christmas lights and demented alphabet still sits painted on the living room wall, almost as it’s become a wallpaper.
“Can you clean up for me dear? I’m supposed to go to Hopper’s tonight to talk about their tunnel crawl idea.” She asks resting her head on your shoulder. Your head leans to lay above hers, feeling her thick hair scratching your cheek with the faint smell of her cucumber mint shampoo.
“Yes, how long will you be out?” You respond moving the plates under the steaming water watching all the particles show a shiny white glass.
“I’m not sure honey. I don’t know what the crawls even are or what he’s going to say.” She explains with disappointment in her tone. “Can you make sure your brother doesn’t…”
“Yes mom.” You interrupt. You already know what she was going to say. She says it every time. Will is practically chained to the property when she’s not around and if she’s not you are to have a mental leash on him. She thanks you and kisses your cheek before heading towards the front door with her coat.
“I love you y/n.”
“I love you too mom.” You smile to her. The door clicking closed and the lock turning. You watch her walk towards her car, backing out, and leaving down the road.
Once her car is out of reach you turn off the water and rush down the hallway to Will’s room. You knock lightly. The boys voices still going as if it was too light. You knock again. The voices stop, footsteps crunching along the old carpet towards the door.
“Hey,” you say with a soft grin. “Can I come in?”
Will turns around silently to the boys, their nods agreeing in unison. You walk past him and lay across the back side of his bed behind Mike and Lucas.
“Mom’s goi no to Hop’s tonight. So you’re stuck with me tonight kiddo.” You say. Will swinging the door back open.
“And Jonathan?” He asks.
“I assume went to Nancy’s. I’m not sure.” You shrug. “He left saying nothing during mom’s lecture about fighting.”
“We found a crack in the woods.” Will starts. “There was a feeling, a static, but it wasn’t as strong as usual.”
“Will..”
“It was for only a second. The crack in the portal we saw it, it was on a tree trunk. But when the feeling went away the tree sewn itself back up. As if it never split. It was so weird.”
“Did you hear anything?” You ask feeling yourself slowly go pale.
“I heard the wind around us, and panting. As if I was out of breath. And school bells?”
“Don’t go back out. Tonight at least, please.” You plead showing worry in your face. Will can see it on your face, you’re worried about him and all of you. He nods reassuring you.
“I’m..I’m gonna go lay down.” You say blankly quickly scooting off his bed and across the hall into your room. You close your door, resting your back against the door.
The memories flood back to you. Your baby brother with his stupid bowl cut mom insisted he needed, seizing strapped to a chair in front of you. His pupils rolling behind his head only showing the whites of his eyes. It was terrifying. Your weak at the knees, gravity pulling your shaking body down to the floor making you wrap around your knees into a ball.
The way you watched your mom go crazy trying to get the Christmas lights to gleam from his touch. And the way you watched the town nearly slice down in half, almost losing everyone you loved. It was a lot. Your tears burning both of your cheeks, nearly soaking your T-shirt you kept using to wipe them off.
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You aren’t really sure how long you sat there curled up for, the room was a bit more sunny when you first entered your room. The moonlight now being the shine into your window. You must’ve dozed off at some point during your breakdown. Your joints are sore from the sitting for hours, but you stretch it off and check in on the boys.
You crack open Will’s door and see him reading a book, probably for school.
“I see you y/n” he says, catching you trying to shut his door. You sigh loudly and swing it open.
“I’m sorry Will.” You say leaning against his door frame. “You’re just my brother and I feel like there’s always something I can do.”
“You’re doing your best. I’m sorry you..you started to cry.” He says failing to make eye contact with you. Fuck he heard you crying.
“No no, just don’t go and do something stupid. At least until one of us tells you too. Okay?” You send him a small fake smile. His smile grows and nods to you. His bright smile comforts you, your heart warms as you go to close his door again and head into yours.
The moon has completely Illuminated your room. You pop a Phil Collin’s vinyl into your record player, hearing the piano symphonies flood softly in your room.
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As the vinyl comes to a scratching ending, the room is back to being silent. You go to flip the record to play the other side, but the silence is quickly ended by a knocking against your window. You spin around holding the record tight, your eyes in fear then to comfort to a friendly face smiling to you through the glass.
You walk over unlocking the window and sliding it upwards, the figure climbing through. The struggle really showing as they are barely too tall to fit through.
“Phil Collin’s hm?” The voice says in a teasing tone to you.
“Mhm.” You say spinning back around to play the record. Their arms gently graze over your T-shirt and the exposed part of your torso, warming up your bodies. Their hands swinging your hips slowly, them following the rhythm.
“Sounds like that stupid dance I asked you too.” They chuckle as the beginning tune of A Groovy Kind of Love begins to play. Their face nuzzling into your neck as they laugh, still swaying to the music playing.
Genesis: Trespass (1970), Nursery Cryme (1971), Foxtrot (1972) - artwork done by Paul Whitehead
These album covers are so good... Trespass is my favourite, it's just so beautiful and has such a great, almost renaissance Italy vibe...
On these albums the delicate guitar passages and beautiful pre-synth keyboard sounds blend together with quintessential english music and humour, folksy bits, twisted tales, ridicolous and dark fables, sci-fi and mythology inspired lyrics...
