Well, this turned out to be longer than I expected haha. Anyway, I'm starting a ST prompts story (because I have no idea what to write anymore). This is the first prompt. If you wanna PM me or comment some prompts, I'll be happy to write them!
Also, I wrote this while in the ER because my brother has a concussion. HAHAHA... Yeah...
ALSO ALSO: THEY'RE SIXTEEN IN THIS ONESHOT, OKAY? SO DON'T HATE ME!
Prompt: Babysitting
Setting: Late Spring (like May or late April) of 1987
Song: Puppy Love - Paul Anka
Rated: Kinda on the fence on this. I'd say PG 13, but there is some heavy cursing (because it is Stranger Things) and some mild-ish adult themes. You've been warned lol.
Six-year-old Holly Wheeler silently crept through the upstairs hallway, hoping to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Oh man, if Mike found out she was sneaking around past her bedtime? And that she stole back her Barbie doll from Mom and Dad's room (after they had taken it away from her because of "attitude problems")? He would definitely tell their parents, and then she'd really be in trouble. They'd probably decide to take away even more of her toys. Like Barbie's Dream House. Or her Cabbage Patch Kids. The thought of that sent chills down her spine. What would she be able to bring to show-and-tell? Mike's Millennium Falcon? Rory the dinosaur?
Dungeons and Dragons?
Oh, no… Please, no…
The Barbie was safely tucked in her arms, and she was on her way back to the safety of her bedroom. Just a few more steps and…
She heard Mike's muffled voice coming from his room. He sounded… Surprised? Scared? It was almost like a yelp, and it definitely caught Holly's attention. She tiptoed toward his bedroom door, creaking it open slightly, and peered in.
It was pretty hard to see, due to the lack of light in the room. But what she did see was… a shape of a man (that must be Mike) being… mauled… by another person. She couldn't really make out who it was. But, whatever they were doing, it seemed… violent. Scary.
She stood there, frozen in fear. Mike's being attacked, tortured by this night invader. She had to do something about this. But what?
If she tried to intervene, she could get into even more trouble… This intruder seemed violent. Mike, herself, or her doll could easily get hurt if she tried to stop this… person.
Maybe she could draw the intruder away from Mike, but that idea didn't seem very wise. She wasn't the best at hiding… What if they went for her instead? Then she won't get to play with her Barbie at all.
The best bet was to call the police. Mr. Hopper. He'll know what to do. He can save Mike; he and Ellie will come over and save him. Yes, that's what she'll do. She'll call 911.
Holly tip-toed into Nancy's old, uninhabited bedroom (she was away at college), and turned on the lights. Was that phone still in here? She looked around the near-empty room, spotting it on the nightstand beside her sister's bed. Yes! The phone!
Let's see… Does it work? She tapped the numbers 9-1-1 into the corded phone, and brought it to her ear.
It began to ring.
"911, state your emergency."
Holly sighed in relief, pushing the phone closer to her face, "Hi, I'm Holly, what's your name?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm Holly, Holly Elizabeth Wheeler. What's your name?"
"Young lady, I'm sorry but this line is for emergencies only."
The six-year-old gasped, "But this is an emergency! My brother is being attacked in our house and it's dark," She looked around the room, anxiously, "And my mommy and daddy aren't home! They're on date night, tonight. And they're going out for dinner and then to a movie! And my mommy dressed up, and she looks just like a princess, did you know that?"
"Holly?" The dispatch woman replied on the other line, "Holly, dear, we have the police on their way. Is Mike alright?"
Holly furrowed her eyebrows, "How… How did you know that my brother's name is Mike?"
"Honey, it's Miss Flo, from down the street."
"Oh, Miss Flo! Hi!"
"Holly, is Mike okay? Is he awake? Is he breathing?"
"Well, I hope so." She scratched her chin, "He's in his room. I'm in Nancy's old room, but she's all the way in New York right now. She goes to En-why-you!"
Flo sighed, "That's great, honey. But was Mike okay when you last saw him?"
"He was puttin' up a good fight, Miss Flo! But you gotta bring Mr. Hopper 'cause he'll know what to do! And then Mr. Hopper can bring Ellie because she's Mike's girlfriend and she can make sure he doesn't cry."
"Alright, dear. Don't worry, Hopper's on his way."
"Hurry!" Holly whispered, "I don't want Mike to get hurt!"
She hung up the phone while Flo was in mid-sentence, babbling on about staying calm and whatnot. It didn't really pertain to her anyway. She was calm, she just wanted the police to hurry, so that she could go and hide her Barbie before Mom and Dad get back.
Holly turned the lights off in Nancy's room, and quietly descended down the stairs to wait by the front door.
Okay, so usually the situation goes like this: Daughter is left home, alone, to babysit younger sibling(s). Daughter is told she can't have any friends coming over while her parents are out, especially if those friends were boys. Daughter says, "Okay!" Daughter babysits younger sibling(s). Boyfriend arrives (usually after "bedtime"). Daughter and boyfriend make out in daughter's room. Parents arrive. Boyfriend sneaks out the window.
That's how it would normally go down in the Wheeler house, at least, when Nancy would babysit.
But Nancy went off to NYU with Johnathan, and passed down the babysitting mantle to none other than her crazy-hormonal sixteen-year-old brother (who also happens to have a telepathic girlfriend). So, if we were being technical here, did the same rules apply? Mom and Dad only said that he couldn't invite the Party over… But they never said anything about his girlfriend (if they even cared about that in the first place).
Mike tried not to dwell on these worries, however, as he roamed his hand ever so slowly up El's thigh, their tongues battling for dominance over what seemed to feel like forever. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, and, every once in a while, she would do this thing where she tugged on it just a little- Oh, sweet mother, yes. He groaned into her mouth, pushing her deeper into the Star-Wars comforter on the top bunk. Mike felt her body vibrate with a giggle, and she broke the kiss, still smiling as wide as she had been when he carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom (it was a landmark for their relationship, really, since he was not very strong at all).
El buried her face in the crook of his neck, trailing kisses along his collar bone, earning another groan in response.
"E-El… I- I don't think- If we don't stop-" He gasped, she nipped his neck again, now edging her way toward his mouth, "I don't think I'll be able to-" She cut him off, their lips meeting in another sloppy, intense kiss.
Damn it. Mike inwardly cursed to himself as he knew very well what was going to happen next, especially when she rolled her hips against his own, Oh, God, what a feeling. He was definitely in for it, now. Actually, he had been for quite some time now. Ever since they started kissing like this, El had gotten more and more… straightforward… when she wanted something. More assertive, in a confidently aggressive sort of way (not that he was complaining). She was most certainly not the innocent, young girl she used to be. At least, not when she was around him. They've grown much more comfortable with eachother (far too comfortable, if you asked Hopper) over the past years, it was hard for them to keep their hands to themselves anymore. Especially when they were two teenagers, with raging hormones, alone, in a dark room.
Her hands began to roam lower, and his own hung onto her hips for dear life. Here we go, he could definitely feel it now… Shit.
El could feel it too, and gasped against his lips at the pleasant sensation before her. This has only happened once before, during last summer. They'd been making out (but nothing like this, oh God, no. They we much less… experienced… back then), and, well, this happened. Mike abruptly stopped, mumbled some awkward apology, and raced to the bathroom.
At that time, she knew what was going on. Joyce had given her the talk months prior to this situation. And, although Mike had been very much uneasy and embarrassed after that, Eleven felt some sort of… pride. What happened, with his… well, you know… That meant that he found her attractive, so much, in fact, that he wanted to have sex with her. He wanted to make love to her.
But, that couldn't happen, because they were still freshmen, and that just seems too young… It's not right, even though they both felt like they wanted it. It was just something they would have to wait for… Wait until they're older, until they're married. That's what Joyce had told El. But Nancy? Well now, she held a different point of view, when El had asked her about it. She said that she was sixteen when she'd lost her virginity. And, well… As of right now…
El was sixteen.
And.
Mike was sixteen.
And they were alone, in the dark, kissing on his bed.
A disappointed whine escaped her lips as he pulled back, "S-Sorry. I should…" He tried to catch his breath, "I should probably stop."
He climbed off of her, or, at least, that was his goal. But he couldn't really move his body. Something... Someone… was holding him back.
"Please." She whispered, "Mike…"
He knit his eyebrows together in confusion, "What- Wait, I thought…"
She pulled him back down to the bed, their breathing still ragged, foreheads touching, "I… I don't… Don't want to stop…"
"You… don't?"
"No." She confirmed, pulling the hem of his shirt, "I want this. You. Everything… Everything about you." She drew a nervous breath, "I need you, Mike."
Mike blinked, savoring her words. The way she looked at him, with a new fire in her chocolate brown eyes. She was serious, El wasn't playing around here. He swallowed hard, leaning in, closer, and closer… His chin touched her shoulder, and he burrowed his head into her neck, breathing her in… The love of his life… The one girl, the only girl, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
"I love you." His mouth brushed against her ear. She shivered.
"I love you…"
And with that, the clothes began to come off. She nearly ripped his faded Hawkins High A/V Club t-shirt in half, and threw it to the floor. El then moved her head down, leaving a trail of kisses from his chest, to his collarbone, to his neck (his weak spot, as El had come to find), to his jaw, and then… She paused, right before she moved to his lips, looking back up at him.
It was his turn… Her shirt. Her loose, pink, sleeveless blouse that had beckoned him to this situation in the first place. His hands were shaking as he tried to pull it off her while she wrapped her legs around his middle. How did she- Oh, my God, this was too good to be true… The stubborn piece of pink fabric finally fell off, leaving El clad in only her jeans and… her bra… Oh, God, her bra… She had boobs, these small, perfect boobs, oh shit-
He stared down at her chest, frozen again. El, however, didn't notice this at all, as she was currently preoccupied with unbuckling his belt. He drew a sharp breath, feeling her hand brush against his crotch. He buckled his hips at the sensation, earning a breathy laugh from the girl he was now on top of.
Mike heard the belt slide off and hit the floor with a thump.
And then he felt her unbuttoning his jeans.
And the zipper, oh, God, the zipper.
DING DONG.
El stopped, looking up at him in confusion. Mike's eyes must have been ready to pop out of their sockets.
She clung to him, afraid to let go, "Who- I thought your parents were-"
"They said- They said they wouldn't be back until-"
DING DONG.
"God dammit-" Mike muttered, rolling off of El with a disappointed (and quite annoyed) sigh, "I swear to God, if those are ding-dong-ditchers, I'm going to-"
DING DONG.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"Just- Just stay there. And don't move. Please…" He climbed down the ladder and ran, shirtless, out of his room.
"Mike!" She called, "Your-"
"I know, I know!" He quickly swiped a shirt from the ground, pulling it onto his body.
Huh. It felt a bit tight. Oh well. Mike ran down the stairs again, and opened the front door.
No one was there.
"Mike!" Holly exclaimed from the kitchen, "You're okay!"
"Holly?" He whipped around, now facing his little sister.
Oh, and Jim Hopper.
Shit.
He didn't look happy, at all. Hopper looked like he had just woken up, with bags under his eyes and a little bit of dry drool on the side of his mouth. The Chief narrowed his eyes, "Hey, kid…"
Mike tried to stay calm, shoving his hands in his pockets, nonchalantly, "Uh… Hi, sir."
The Chief only stared back, in half amusement and half worry. His daughter's boyfriend was wearing a bright pink shirt, much too small on him. And lip gloss was smeared all over his face, his lips, his neck…
Huh. He also had some… Oh, Jesus, was that-
Oh. Hopper came to a sickening realization. His neck… It was covered with that lip gloss and a bunch of sporadic, small, purple bruises. He took in the appearance of the boy again. His raven hair was clearly disheveled (well, more than usual, at least), his lips were red… and swollen, and his pants seemed to fit a bit too tight for comfort at the moment (if you know what I mean).
Wait, was that was El's pink blouse?
He tried to put the pieces together in his mind… Late night, no parents… And this skinny, young man wearing his daughter's clothes. Which, in fact, could only mean one thing.
His daughter had to take off her shirt, in order for Mike to be wearing it.
And that means that Wheeler has seen El naked. Tonight. Probably before he'd arrived on the scene.
Oh, okay… Yes, this should be interesting, Hop seethed, Very interesting…
There was a look of pure fear in Mike Wheeler's eyes as he realized that Hopper had been examining him for too long. Far too long. He knew something… He definitely did. Mike just silently prayed that this man's eyes wouldn't go any lower than his shirt, or shit will most certainly hit the fan (unless it already had).
But it was too late. There was no use hiding it.
Time to fake it 'till you make it.
"You alright?" Hopper finally asked, slowly, carefully, "We got a call saying you were…" He looked him up and down once more, "In trouble…"
Mike peered down at a worried Holly, and frowned, "No. No, I'm okay. Everything's okay…"
The Chief quirked an eyebrow, desperately fighting to hold his fatherly rage back. At least, until the little one was out of the room.
Then he could unleash the beast.
"What?" Mike toyed with the hem of the pink blouse, "Th- This old thing? Me and Hols we're just playing tea-party before I put her to bed!"
She put her hands on her hips, "No, we wer-"
"OH, HOLLY, YOU LITTLE SCAMP! OFF TO BED NOW!" Her brother's voice cracked through a (scary as hell) fake smile.
"But-"
"HOLLY."
"Okay…" She sighed, and ran up the stairs. Hopper scratched his beard.
"You know," He said, looping his fingers around his belt, "I was gonna ask El to respond to this call with me…"
Mike gulped, "You- You were?"
He smiled maliciously, "Yeah, I was. But then I forgot," He shook his head, "She's at a sleepover with Max…"
RED ALERT. RED ALERT. WE'RE GOING DOWN.
"Oh!" Mike snapped his fingers, "Darn."
SHIT. SHIT. OH, SHIT.
"Yeah."
SON OF A BITCH.
"Yeah…"
FUCK.
Hopper took his hat off, and scowled, "Okay, don't play dumb with me, kid. I know what's going on."
"Y- You do?" Mike wheezed.
"Yeah," He grumbled, "I do. Your parents go out for the night, you're stuck babysitting, you're bored to death, so you invite my daughter over. She calls Max, asks her to cover for her. Then she comes over to your house, you put your sister to bed, and then it's a neck-and-neck game of tonsil hockey from there, right?"
Mike was speechless. The man had the story down to a point. Incredible.
"Am I right?" Hopper repeated, his voice dangerously low.
"Uh…"
"Screw it." The Chief slapped the kitchen table, "Let's go upstairs and see for ourselves, yeah? See if that intruder is still in your bedroom."
Mission failed.
"Um, I don't think-"
Hopper cut Mike off, pushing him aside as he stomped his way up the Wheeler's stairs. Mike scrambled behind him, mentally preparing his will. Let's see… He'll give Lucas his Star Trek action figures, Dustin can get his Atari 7800, his Dungeons and Dragons manual can go to Will- Wait, Will can't be DM- Can he? Is he ready for that kind of responsibility? Can he handle that? Oh, shit…
They passed Nancy's room, then Mom and Dads… A few more steps and…
Mike's room. The door was closed.
Hopper grabbed the knob of the door, turning it slowly to add to Wheeler's torture. What? The kid deserved it. Thinks he can just take his daughter up to his room so she can ride his skinny body? I don't think so.
There was a soft clicking noise, and Mike winced, closing his eyes tight as he prepared for a shitstorm of reprimanding. They didn't even do anything, thanks to Chief Hopper's expert timing. And now they'll never get to do anything ever again, because El will be grounded for life for lying, and Hop would definitely tell his parents what he's been up to tonight… So if he isn't dead in the next five minutes, he'll definitely be locked in the house forever.
What's weird about this (you know, other than the fact that his girlfriend's father showed up, in the middle of the night, right before things were about to go down), it that Hopper hasn't even said a word since walking into his bedroom. The bedroom with a shirtless El in his bed. All hot and bothered. Some fathers would have a slight problem with that. Any normal father would. So why is Hopper, a.k.a. the most protective father in Hawkins' history, not yelling, or throwing things, or flipping out yet?
Mike opened his eyes.
She was gone.
He sighed in relief (as quietly as possible), and turned his attention to a very confused Jim Hopper.
"See?" Mike flashed a cocky grin at the police officer, "Nothing. Like I said, we had a tea-party."
Hopper snorted furiously, and glared at him, "Consider yourself lucky, kid..." He mumbled in defeat, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Jesus Christ…"
And like that, Hopper went down the stairs, opened the front door, and left. Mike just stood there, dumbfounded. His luck was incredible… But, well, let's be honest here, was it really luck, anyway? No. Not at all. She probably used her powers or something to see who was there, to spy on them, to know when the perfect time was to escape her father's wrath (and save Mike from a terrible demise).
Oh, the perks of having a telepathic girlfriend.
Eleven wasn't one to lie.
Not since… well, ever.
And she didn't lie, that was something she took pride in.
So, when she told Max to say that she was staying over at her house, she wasn't lying. I mean, she wasn't planning on staying there until later, but… Oh well.
"I can't believe he took your shirt!" Max chuckled as she painted her nails, it was a dark blue color she had received on her birthday (a present from El), "And in front of your old man!"
"Hop's not that old…"
"It's a figure of speech, El."
"Oh." She frowned. God, it's amazing how she still had trouble with those types of things, "Sorry."
Max snorted, "Don't be."
El smiled, and went back to playing with the fabric of Mike's old t-shirt, which didn't fit her at all, if you must know.
"Better call Romeo soon," The redhead smirked as she capped the polish, "He's probably wondering where you are."
Eleven smiled, still focusing on the washed-out patterns on the shirt, "I left him a note. He should be calling soon…"
And, as soon as the words left her mouth, Max's phone did ring. El reached out to answer, but her friend swiped it away before she could say "hello".
"Oh, Mikey bear! How are you, baby?"
"Fuck you."
"But babe! We already tried that, tonight! What if my daddy interrupts us again?" Max cried dramatically into the phone, with El laughing hysterically in the background, "I just don't want my daddy walking in on us, buck-naked, beneath the sheets, with your bony bod on top of mine- Ohhh…"
Mike sighed, "Very funny, Max. You're hilarious. Now can you please give El the phone?"
"I'm sensing a little bit of an attitude problem." She chided, "What's the matter Mike? Sexual frustration?"
Now El could hear Mike screaming from the corded phone. She smirked, grabbing the device from her friend and putting it to her ear, "Hi, Mike."
"El! Oh, thank God. One more second of that, and I'd puke through the phone." He emphasized, loud enough for Max to hear. El laughed. Max stuck her tongue out.
"Sorry… How did it go?"
Her boyfriend chuckled, "We're still safe… I think. He knows, though." He sighed, "It was kinda obvious… You leave so many hickeys."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! No, please, God, no!" Mike reassured, "In fact, I was thinking… Maybe tomorrow we can… Meet up again, you know? Let's say, my basement? Mom and Dad won't be back from work until 5-ish…"
El grinned, "I'd like that."
"You would, now?"
"Mmhmm…" She nodded, glancing back at Max, who was obnoxiously (and noisily) gagging to herself.
"And El?"
"Yes?"
"I was also thinking… We don't need to rush into this kind of stuff… Like, sex and that… We have our whole lives ahead of us, and… Well… I'm glad that you're ready- Quite flattered, actually… But- I mean, I don't know… I just… I still feel like a kid, you know? Like- don't get me wrong, I would love to have sex with you. Just- uh- not because we're caught up in- I mean, not because I get a-"
"Mike?" El interrupted, smiling at his sincerity.
"Yeah?"
"I understand."
"You do?"
"Yes," She giggled, "I think our first time… together… It should be special. Not rushed." Eleven let out a deep breath, "I'm not ready to be an adult yet."
"Good." She could practically hear him smiling from the other line, "Me neither…"
"I love you…"
"I love you, too."
"And I'm catching a stomach flu from your stupid, mushy-gooshy, lovey-dovey phone call!" Max groaned, "Get a damn room!"
El rolled her eyes, "I should go…"
"Alright…" He muttered, "Tell Max to go fuck herself, though."
She quickly turned to the redhead, "Mike says to go fuck yourself."
"Tell him that's Lucas' job!"
Eleven made a face, and switched her attention back to Mike, "She said that's Lucas' job."
She heard Mike give a noise of disgust, "Gross. Anyway, I should probably go. Holly's still awake, and Mom and Dad will be here any minute." He said sofly, "'Night, El."
"Goodnight, Mike."
There was a grey area between being an adult and being a kid. It was a complicated area, especially when it came to relationships.
El decided she wanted to hold onto being a "kid" for a little bit longer. At least, until they felt like they were ready for the next step.
And Mike couldn't help but agree.
Oh jeez. I'm so sorry. Like, so, so sorry. I need Jesus, help me, sos.
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