Stranger Things | Bruno B. & Leone A. x M!Reader

IX

[Lonely In Your Nightmare]
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Abbacchio felt himself land roughly on top of (Y/n), the wind being knocked out of him as his hand grabbed the shoulders of the teen out of instinct. (Y/n) wrapped his arms around Leone to keep him from falling off him and ignored the feeling of something sticky connecting his palms to the white haired male's back. They breathed heavily as they struggled to compose themselves after having what could probably be the scares of their life, (Y/n) looking at Abbacchio who was blinking away what he thought was tears.

"What happened? Are you okay?" (Y/n) asked quietly and Leone's eyes connected with his, a frown coming to his face. He wasn't okay, he was almost killed by a creature from another world which he was in only a few moments ago and he was covered in a nasty slime and sticky webs from in that hole in the tree.

Leone sat up from his laying position, sitting back on (Y/n)'s legs, "No, I'm not. I don't know what happened but that thing is part of something bigger." He answered while (Y/n) rose a brow at what he said, pushing himself up and stabling his upper half with his arms. He raised one of arms to pick a piece of a blue web out of the teen's white hair, looking at it for a second then tossing the thing away from them. (Y/n) didn't know what happened to the other but it must've been worse than the other day, Abbacchio looked frightened by whatever was through that thing in the tree.

"I turned my head to look around and you were gone, for a second I thought..." (Y/n) trailed off as he glanced over Abbacchio's shoulder at the closed portal, Leone swallowing nervously. "But then I heard you and found your bag by the tree. You almost gave me a heart attack." Abbacchio kept his surprise hidden when he found that (Y/n) was genuinely concerned for him when he disappeared and it wasn't because he would've gotten blamed for his death if he died. Maybe Bucciarati was right about him changing his act, he's doing this solely for his girlfriend and Mrs. Ghirga which was a step up from his old asshole self who only did things for his own gain.

Abbacchio was silent for a moment before a small smirk came to his face, standing up from (Y/n)'s legs. "Yeah, well," He started as he flicked off pieces of pink film and sticky webs from his jacket and pants. "That'll be the only time you'll hear me call your name." He said and (Y/n)'s eyes widened, shock crossing his face as he watched Abbacchio pick up his dropped flashlight before walking away. Did that really just leave his mouth? He was frozen in place until he finally snapped out of it and shook his head with a small smile, a quiet chuckle leaving him.

"You're an asshole, I really thought you were going to ask for my help or something!" (Y/n) called after him while he grabbed his own light and followed the white haired teen, Abbacchio ignoring him as he continued walking back to his house. Maybe he could get along with him until they got rid of this thing, but only for this.

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(Y/n) in front of the phone in Abbacchio's house, his fingers pushing in the digits for Bruno's number and listening as it rang. He told him that he'd let him know when he got back and he was lucky that Leone was willing enough to let him use his telephone while he took a shower. The line barely rang once before someone picked it up and put it to their ear, "Hello?" Bruno's voice came from the other end and (Y/n) smiled.

"Bruno, you picked up fast." (Y/n) remarked making Bruno's eyes narrow at how he sounded, a small blush on his cheeks that he was glad the other couldn't see. He's been waiting since he got home from the funeral to get a phone call and the last one he got was from one of his mom's friends, who stayed on the phone with the woman for over an hour and made him fret about (Y/n) possibly calling him while she was talking.

He cleared his throat before sitting up on his bed, his fingers playing with the phone cord, "I'm guessing you're back. Don't tell me you went out there alone, if you did then you should've told me." Bruno scolded and (Y/n) laughed at the worry in his voice, running a hand through his hair as Abbacchio walked out of the bathroom in a pair of clean pajamas. He was too busy drying his hair to hear or care about who (Y/n) was talking to and he only looked up when he heard his name.