The Strangest things (male characters x reader)

I rubbed Elevens arm up and down with a towel as I watched Joyce, Hopper and Jonathan leave the building.

I wished to go after them but knew my attempts of help would just be in vain until Jonathan and Nancy burst into the room.

"(name), we need your help"

Jonathan had driven us to the police station and Nancy filled me in on the plan on the way there. We were going to kill the creature before it gets a chance to harm Joyce, Hopper or Will.

Once we made it I stared at the officer on duty, smoking as he played cards and acted as a lookout while Nancy and Jonathan grabbed their killing devices. After snatching up the boxes, we departed the building, but not before Nancy grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall.

We sped round the corner, Jonathan's car light illuminating the Byers house as we stepped out, running to the boot. Nancy reached in and pulled out a large canister of gasoline, while I grabbed the fire extinguisher and Jonathan the box. We stared down at the stuff before getting to work.

I grabbed some nails and a hammer and nailed the bear trap to the floor in the hallway while Nancy loaded her gun and Jonathan watched me. The next jobs we moved onto were tipping the flammable substance onto the floor, me, and hammering nails into a bat to create an even deadlier weapon. I trickled the gasoline all the way into the living room while Jonathan found a lighter. Nancy placed the yoyo over the chair and we were done.

"Remember..." Jonathan told me while Nancy grabbed Knifes from the kitchen 

"Straight into Will's room. And--"

Jonathan interrupted me "Don't step on the trap"

"Wait for the yo-yo to move."

"Then"

Jonathan lit the lighter and I stared at the flame mesmerised by the way such a deadly thing could dance so beautifully until he snapped it shut and Nancy returned with the knifes.

We stood in a smile circle, looking reassuringly at one another as I held the cool blade against my skin. "You ready?" I nodded and Jonathan counted us in.

"One...two...three."

The blade pierced my skin and I bit back a scream. Instead a groan of complaint escaped my lips at the discomfort my now pouring wound caused.

I stared at the blood stained floor reminding me of the painful wounds we had caused ourselves as I felt Nancy's cool hands bandaging the wound for me. She had taken a first aid class a few months back and so was the most skilled at wrapping wounds.

My hand throbbed dully as I sat on the floor while Nancy wrapped Jonathan's hand until I heard a creek. My head spun up as I shot to my feet calling to the others "Did you guys hear that?"

Jonathan shrugged it off as "just the wind" but I wasn't so sure, staring at the wall wondering what the strange sound from outside could be.

Obnoxious knocking sounded through the silence of the house as we all stared in horror at the door.

"Jonathan?" 

"shit" I cursed.

Steve Harrington was pounding on the door.