“Y/N!!!” Nancy shouted in an urgent tone. “Where are you?!” You rushed to her aid and saw her hair half curled and her costume wrinkled to all hell.

“Jesus, I thought you were dying.” You raised your eyebrows and entered the bathroom with her. “Let me get the straightener real quick.” She handed it to you thinking you would start on her hair, but instead you crouched down near the hem of her skirt and used the flat iron to fix her wrinkles.

“What are you doing?” She asked, pausing from doing her mascara.

“Helping, just keep getting ready.” You carefully continued ironing out the imperfections until it looked good enough to stop, then came back up to eye level to do the rest of your sister’s hair. “Like that, right?” You pulled the iron at an angle and another curl was added to her hair.

“Exactly like that, just keep going before I’m late!”

“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna wear your Scoops uniform as a costume this year.” You sighed, shaking your head once he ran down the stairs at the first sound of the doorbell.

“I’m a sailor. And it was my spare, not getting any use since that thing destroyed the mall.” Steve adjusted his attire and put his hat on, which you noticed was altered to cover the “AHOY!” written across the front. “Aren’t you gonna answer the door?”

“Don’t get your ‘britches’ in a twist, sailor boy.” You finally opened the door and a chorus of trick or treat’s greeted you, a half dozen kids waiting with their bags open.

“One for you, and you, and you,” Steve counted out as he plucked piece by piece from the candy bowl and dropped them in each basket and bag, “woah, Star Wars, nice. I just watched that at work the other day.” He high-fived the young Jedi and you sent them off on their way.

“Happy Halloween, guys!” You waved and looked over at Steve. “I miss those days.”

“Yeah, same.” He nodded. “When did we get so old?”

“Hey—Hey, Y/N?” Jonathan caught your attention in the school hallway as you walked by, you halted to a stop and caused the traffic of students to part around the two of you while you spoke. You quickly noticed the off-white paper folded up in his hand. “These, uh, this might help you with the chem test next period.”

“Oh! That’s sweet, Jonathan.” You graciously accepted the cheat-sheet and gave him a kind smile. “See you after school?” You offered, which got him a little fidgety as the conversation came to an end.

“Yeah, uh, yeah. I’ll see you.” He pulled his thumb under his backpack strap and headed off to class, you awkwardly doing the same. Once you took your seat in chemistry class, you unfolded the paper, which did have the answers to the test scribbled down on it—along with a note from Jonathan reading: Y/N, I’m really hoping you don’t laugh at me for trying, but would you be my valentine? -JB. You smirked to yourself, finding the note to be just the sweetest thing you’d ever read, and his demeanor started making sense now. You couldn’t wait to meet him after class.

Skin

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings: just a scar mention!!

a/n: willow!!!!! hope ur well!!! sorry this took forever and is kinda short 🥺🥺 <3 u

prompt: @mrs-steve-harrington: “As for a request (very excited to see that it's song prompts!): Skin by Sixx:AM. Steve Harrington, Stranger Things, and romantic. And absolutely NO worries if this doesn't inspire any ideas, I won't mind. But congrats again on your followers :D”

Fragility. That’s all they saw when they looked at you. You may have all gone through the same battles, but they’d still tiptoe around the facts when you were around.

Of course you were emotional, you hated the thought of the things you saw, the things you had to do to survive. They forget that you pushed limits they hadn’t even considered were possible. You had scars from horrible things you did for the greater good.

But Steve knew better than to act like you were weak just because you couldn’t always handle the memories. Steve knew you were stronger than anyone else he’d ever met, or fought with, so when he started to notice your friends treat you more delicately.

“They just can’t handle what you did for them, y/n. They can’t handle that they had you resort to that.” Steve whispered to you, rubbing your back gently and tracing the prominent scar through the fabric of your t-shirt.

“It’s fine, Steve. I can’t control if they’re uncomfortable.” You whispered back, which others quickly noticed. It wasn’t long before they started whispering, too. It was funny, though. You went to great lengths to protect them, maybe now they were just trying to protect you.

“Bullshit, half of them wouldn’t be here without you.” People were starting to notice your sideline conversation and little glances around the room.

“Is there something wrong?” Nancy interrupted, almost as if she were annoyed by the way you two left the rest of your friends out. Awkward silence and the clearing a throat or two within the room followed as you looked over at your boyfriend. You merry chuckled at the question after a few moments and Nancy cocked an eyebrow.

“No, not at all.” You offered a kind smile to her and the rest of your cautious friends, lifting your bag off the ground beside you. “But I gotta cut this meet short, right Steve?” You stood up and Steve didn’t waste a second to follow.

“Yeah, gotta get out of here.” He grabbed your hand tightly and you took to the door, waving bye to everyone.

“See you next time.”

I’ll Be Loving You Forever

Steve Harrington x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello!! Congratulations on 6K followers!! 🥳 Can I please request a song prompt fic for Steve Harrington x romantic!reader + I'll Be Loving You (Forever) by New Kids On The Block, please? Thank you so much!!! x”

“Stop staring at them, idiot.” Robin swatted Steve on his bicep, knocking him straight out of his daydream.

“Should I propose to y/n?” Steve immediately asked her, looking over to see her dumbfounded expression.

You were in the kitchen with Mrs. Wheeler being the helpful guest that you were. Little did you realize that a certain someone had been quietly admiring you across the room. Jonathan Byers was sunk into the couch, sipping at his Coke can as the other partygoers, such as his brother and friends, made a ruckus around the living room. Nancy had realized what was going on and gave Steve a nudge, having him check out the situation. “Go give him an idea, Steve. He has no clue what he’s doing!” Steve chuckled and complied, heading straight to the couch and plopping down beside Jonathan.

“Why don’t you go ask y/n to dance, Byers? They’ve been hard at work all night, let’s give ‘em a break.” Steve pushed his elbow into Jonathan’s arm, but he just shook his head and looked down at his drink.

“No. No, I can’t.” Jonathan sighed. “That’s not gonna work, I’d just embarrass myself.” Steve raised his eyebrows and snickered. “What? You don’t seriously think y/n’s gonna go for that, do you?” He paused. “Do you?” Jonathan looked between you and Steve, then stood up. “Hold this.” He handed his drink off to Steve and went to the kitchen while Steve shot Nancy a wink. “Y/N?”

“Hi, Jonathan. Need another Coke?” You asked him, ready to open the fridge.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d wanna maybe take five…and dance with me if you’re into that?” Jonathan awkwardly placed his hands in his back pocket, looking back to find Steve and Nancy slow dancing to the Christmas record playing so Jonathan and you would feel a bit more comfortable dancing with them. You looked over at Mrs. Wheeler, who patted you on the back to let you know it was okay. She was actually pushing for this herself, she couldn’t be more excited.

“I could use a break.” You nodded and shed your apron, mouthing a “thank you” to your host as you took your friend’s hand and were brought to the carpet for some serene holiday dancing. What a perfect winter’s night.

“No offense, y/n,” Jonathan pulled the gift wrap out of your hands as you sat criss-cross on his bed with him, “but you suck at this.” Your jaw dropped at his insult, but when you looked at your workmanship, you got it. “Maybe you should stick to the gift bags.”

“Fine by me.” You started shoving tissue paper into one of the bags. “Think Mom’s gonna like her present?” You held up the necklace you and Jonathan picked out for her, which took a lot of extra shifts to even be able to afford.

“She likes anything we give her, don’t worry about it.” Jonathan pointed over to another box on the corner of the bed. “Can you hand me Will’s gift? I want to wrap it myself.”

“Oh, because you’re just so good at wrapping.” You sarcastically remarked as you handed it over.

“Better than you.” Your brother chuckled and made you crack a smile as well. “You gonna tell me it’s the thought that counts?”

“Well, duh.”

“Oh! This!” Steve ran up the aisle of RadioShack and pulled some weird, wacky gear off the shelf. “For Henderson, yeah? I think he’d love it.” He held the box up, but you were paying more attention to his wide smile.

“Steve, how are you gonna afford something like that?” You slowly helped him put the box down and his shoulders slouched as he realized you were right. “I know you wanna get the kid—all the kids something nice, but it’s really the thought that counts. Maybe we could find some stuff more in-budget at Melvald’s? They have some cool stuff, too.”

“Yeah, that’s not such a bad idea.” Steve scratched the back of his head and nodded. “Yeah, let’s get a move-on. Christmas shopping is a goddamn nightmare, y/n.”

“Tell me about it.” You pushed past the other customers in the crowded store and exited, heading to Steve’s car, barren of all Christmas gifts. Today was going to be a long, picky day.

Woken Nightmares

Mike Wheeler x sibling!reader

warnings:

a/n: please be sure to read my rules before requesting, part of your request has been omitted from the story due to non-relevance. ALSO THIS REQUEST HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS IM SO SORRY

prompt: anonymous: “Can you write a one-shot were the reader is mike wheeler’s twin sister and she gets nightmares after the battle of starcourt so she goes to mike’s room in the middle of the night to wake him up because she doesn’t want to sit alone? Tysm ❤️”

How can one compare their trauma to the next? You can’t—you shouldn’t—but when you looked at the faces of your comrades, you couldn’t help but pity them and yourself. No one in this world had seen the horrors that you had, and they didn’t have to beat them back with a stick as a last resort, either. But you, you had emerged just recently from that “mall fire,” and you felt different than before.

“I don’t know how to do this either.” Steve half-chuckled while scrolling through your notes. “I can try, though. Uhhh…” You stared at him while he read through some examples within the textbook and finally, something clicked in his head. “Ok, wait. I got this.”

“You sure?” You asked, tapping your pencil against your most recently returned paper, where the “D” drawn in red ink was near the top corner. “I could always ask Nance or Robin?”

“No way, I got this. Let’s get crackin’ on these questions. Slope. What is slope?” He paused a moment. “I definitely know this one. Don’t help me, I’m helping you. We got this.” You pointed to the definition of slope in the textbook and he read it over. “Right! Right. See? Baby steps.”

Headcanons for being Jim Hopper’s child (Part 1)

Jim Hopper x child!reader

warnings: guns, knives, death, blood, cigarettes, alcohol and so on

a/n: might have 2 do another part bc it got so long lol. we’ll see how long that takes me

prompt: anonymous: “Could I request being Jim Hoppers teenage daughter headcanons please, like reader is as old as Steve, Nancy, Jonathan ect”

part 2 (tba)

Headcanons for being Hopper’s daughter and dating Eddie Munson (Part 2)

Eddie Munson x fem!Hopper!reader

warnings: death, angst, guns, violence, drugs, etc

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if I would be allowed to request being the daughter (or just child) of Jim Hopper and dating Eddie Munson headcanons please and thank you <33”

part 1

Headcanons for being Hopper’s daughter and dating Eddie Munson (Part 1)

Eddie Munson x fem!Hopper!reader

warnings: drugs/alcohol, death

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello! I was wondering if I would be allowed to request being the daughter (or just child) of Jim Hopper and dating Eddie Munson headcanons please and thank you <33”

part 2

Eddie and you could barely hear each other over the blare of the music, but in no way was that a bad thing. Who goes to a concert to chat? Anyways, there the two of you were, screaming along to the lyrics, headbanging to the song, Eddie’s hair flying in every direction, him playing his own personal air guitar as you worked on your air drums. And then Eddie looked over and saw his future in you in that very moment.

“Not bad for a first date, huh?” He yelled next to your ear, still feeling like a whisper in comparison to the crowd.

“And the night isn’t even over yet!” You replied, seeing him smile even brighter. “What?” He leaned towards you, closer to your ear and whispered as the song faded out.

“Nothing, really.” He teased, wrapping his arm over your shoulders. “Just know we’re gonna have a ton of fun together, I can tell.”

You didn’t know Hawkins like Lucas knew Hawkins. The real Hawkins. But anyone that got close to him and his friends, they’d all know it eventually. And you got close. “Y/N cannot be apart of this.” He told the Party, needing them to understand that.

“It might be too late for that, Lucas.” Mike replied and they looked back at you, obliviously waiting in the lunch line. “They saw something, we need to know for sure what it was. They’re already in this.”

“Guys, please just…no, okay? I can try to ask without making it sound suspicious, just stay out of it.” Lucas kept pushing them back, but deep down he knew they were right. He had just seen too many people go down this path and not come back.

“This is life or death, Lucas. Y/N knowing might save their life. You need to give them a choice. And they’re not even your partner yet.” Dustin added. “Who knows? Maybe this’ll bring you closer together.”

He promised that he wouldn’t get detention today. Of all days. But he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, had to go insult the integrity of his fifth period teacher. So close.

But you wouldn’t let today’s plans waste away, the only thing standing in your way was Mrs. Click. Lucky for you, she had offered tutoring during her detention hours, which gave you the perfect excuse to distract her with a few homework questions and get your boyfriend a chance to make a run for it.

A handful of students turned around when they heard the door open, and of course Eddie gave you a flirty smirk and a wave. “Hi, Ms. Click! Could I bother you about tonight’s homework assignment for just a minute?” You asked her and dropped a note on the floor next to Eddie’s desk as he watched you walk by. When he uncrumpled it, he read wait for my signal and run like hell xx. Eddie watched you even closer.

“Sure, y/n. What can I do for you?” Her heels clicked rhythmically as she made her way to the desk and sat down, you just across from her while pulling out your notes. Just beside your arm was a pencil cup just waiting to drop, and with a slight nudge they fell to the floor, clattering enough to get everyone’s attention.

“Oh, jeez. I’m sorry about that, I’ll get them.” You apologized and as you got on the floor to gather the yellow pencils back up, you shot Eddie a look back, catching him snickering as he held onto his bag.

“No worries, dear.” She kneeled down beside you and picked up a spare few, by the time you’d gotten them back on the desk, Eddie was long gone. “See? Good as new. Now about the homework?” Ms. Click inquired and you asked the simplest question you could think, something about formatting and bolted out the door before she noticed Eddie was gone.

“What took you so long?” Eddie called over the moment you opened the outer doors of the school, leaning on the outside of his van as he waited for you.

“That’s one way to say ‘thank you.’”

Headcanons for NSFW!Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x afab!reader

warnings: NSFW CONTENT (obviously), drugs,

a/n: kinda short, but ohhh well.

prompt: