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haha that moment when your parents still don't believe will byers is gay after s4e8
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im bored and ur gay
Guess who 😱
Anygays since im fucking bored, draft reveal?
Like how many drafts do you have if any?
BYE DINGUS
nah really
um four drafts and 12 asks--
one draft is a mike one that i will not be publishing
one is an eddie angst
and two are gareth, one angst, one fluff, i believe
:)
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Here's Your Beer
Gareth Emerson x gn!reader
I got this idea from Gilmore Girls...
Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, Gareth being an ass (sorry)
Gareth had brought girls home after the latest Corroded Coffin gig. You, Jeff, and him shared an apartment and, to be honest, you were a little upset about all of the attention Gareth was getting, despite being his best friend. Nobody knew about your crush on him. You only recently found out yourself about it after the event at lunch the other day.
"That's right, ladies," Gareth grinned at the two girls at the table. He looked up and impatiently signalled you.
"What can I get you?" Your voice had an impatient lilt to it and the girls immediately caught on.
"I will be ordering for these two lovely ladies," Gareth teasingly touched one of the girls' arms. "Maisie here will have a ham sandwich, lettuce, no mayo. Right?" Maisie giggled.
"Is that a yes?" You asked, irritated.
"That's a yes. And Sasha will have a hamburger, right, babe?" Sasha smiled. "And I will have a cheeseburger, lots of fries, please." Gareth knew that since you worked at the diner and the two of you were super close, you'd give him free fries because you always overcompensated for fries anyway.
"Just fries for you, right?"
"Uh, no?"
"It's just a friends and family discount."
"Well, yeah, I'm your friend."
"But I don't know them, so you can't share your fries with them."
"But they're my fries, Y/n. If you just give me the fries, I won't tell anyone."
"Yeah, no."
"Come on, stop being a bitch!" Gareth laughed as if he'd just said the funniest thing ever. The girls laughed, looking at you expectantly.
"Gare, I said no."
"Fine." Gareth stood up from his chair and gestured to Maisie and Sasha. "We'll go somewhere else."
"Fine!" You watched as they left, then sat down at the bar and tossed your order pad into the empty sink. "Shit."
Sasha came back in and stood next to you. "Sorry, we didn't know."
In addition to being hurt and irritated, she had made you confused as well. Did you have feelings for your best friend? Probably, but why hadn't you realized before?
Gareth came back into the kitchen, leaving Jeff at the mercy of two new girls who's names you doubted you'd learn.
"Grab me a couple of beers, Y/n, won't'cha?" Gareth asked, stopping to grab a handful of chips.
"Oh, sure," You opened the fridge and got the cans, then turned around, finding yourself staring into his face. You took a deep breath. "Gareth, I like you. As more than a roommate, as more than a best friend. I really like you. Here's your beer." You then turned and walked to your room.
Gareth, flabbergasted, took the cans from your hands and stared at the place you had been. He went back into the living room and handed the girls the beers as their hands danced teasingly up and down his arms. "I need some air."
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eddie munson never died he tucked his arms and legs into his belly curled into a ball and he just rolled away
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Hi! It's okay that you did fem reader. Personally I prefer it too, but I also don't mind gn. I really enjoyed reading the fics and thank you sm for doing them! - N
yeah, of course
I love your requests, they're all fucking genius <3
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Hi could I req a Max Mayfield x reader blurb/hc? Where you are really good at baking and cooking, and you bring her on a picnic date for your anniversary? Thank you sm! - N
Max Mayfield x fem!reader
Warnings: swearing
You can cook like hell
Max loves when you cook for her
She can only make mac an' cheese
And probably spaghetti
But only the noodles
The sauce pops and scares her 'cause it's like scalding hot and scary af
SOOOOO
It's your anniversary
You asked Billy for advice 'cause he's like your bestie
"Take her on a picnic or something, I don't care."
"Aw, Billy, thank you! I never would've thought of that!"
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"Um... no?"
So you did
Take her on a picnic
Some REAL fancy shit
No, jk
You made finger sandwiches cut into hearts
And FANCY pink lemonade
And fancy cookies--
So, actually, yeah, fancy, but not like...
Restaurant fancy
So you put it all in a typical basket
Birch wicker and a red-and-white checkered blanket
So you laid the blanket out blah blah
Candles, food, MAGIC
And then you took her up there at like dinner time
Or sunset time whatever whatever
Max thought it was super cheesy sweet
She immediately kissed you and hugged you
No, she didn't
She punched your shoulder and told you to
"Stop with the cheesy shit, you idiot!"
Yep, that's your loving, caring girlfriend
She did love it, actually
Would not stop complimenting the food and then told you to never make a big thing out of your 3 years anniversary ever again or she'd dump your ass
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GARETH E. X GN!READER : MOVIE NIGHT TURNED TO CUDDLES. 🤭
Gareth Emerson x gn!reader
Warnings: swearing
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The basement smelled like teenage boy and feet. The Hellfire Club was stretched out across the couches, fixated on The Goonies. The tape whirred and clicked wildly in the VHS player, the static popping of the screen occasionally scaring one of the boys. Gareth was half asleep, holding a half empty bowl in his arms, popcorn spilling onto the carpet. Y/n slid off their couch and crawled over to Gareth.
"Hey, Gareth," They muttered. "I'm gonna eat your popcorn, okay?"
Gareth mumbled, "Nah, don't take my... popcorn..."
"You're not eating it..."
"Issss mine!" He yanked the bowl away from Y/n. They sat next to him and snatched a handful out of the bowl. "Stop it!"
"Oh, come on, GareBear. You're asleep!" Y/n slipped their fingers into Gareth's hair, playing with his curls.
"I am not," Gareth's heavy voice contradicted his words. "'M wide awake." He leaned into Y/n's touch, "Can you braid it again?"
Y/n grinned, "For some popcorn."
"Hate you," Gareth sighed as he offered up the bowl. Y/n took a handful of popcorn and threaded Gareth's hair into braids.
"You know, you look--"
"Stop talking over there!" Eddie screeched at the pair, eyes not leaving the screen.
Y/n lowered their voice and leaned down to Gareth, laying his head in their lap. "You look real cute when you let me do your hair."
"I do not." He protested, blushing a bit at the proximity. He couldn't be this close to his crush without showing his affection towards them. "But in what way?"
Y/n hummed in response. "What do you mean?"
"Like, cute in a dateable way, or..."
"Yeah, sure," Y/n pecked Gareth's forehead. "Go to sleep, Garebear."
"Fineee," Gareth mumbled, getting comfortable in Y/n's lap. They tossed a blanket over Gareth and leaned back a little bit, trying to fall asleep in a good position. "You alright?"
"Totally perfect," Y/n tenatively touched Gareth's hand and he eagerly interlocked their fingers. Gareth gently brushed his lips across Y/n's knuckles. "That's even more perfect."
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I'm back, again with another req! Could I req a Max Mayfield x reader blurb? It's kinda inspired by your dating Max hc. Where Max walks in on reader and Billy playing monopoly? Thanks! - N
Max Mayfield x fem!reader
This is gonna be so cute, but also so short, sorry--
Warnings: swearing, Billy Hargrove
Max tapped aimlessly on her desk. Where the hell is she? Y/n was supposed to be there an hour ago. She hadn't called or paged or anything. Max assumed there was a reasonable explanation, but she couldn't help but wonder what was keeping her girlfriend.
"Hey, Billy?" Max knocked on her stepbrother's door. "Can you give me a ride to Y/n's house?"
"Why do you want to go to Y/n's house?" Billy asked. A girl laughed and Max pushed open the door, only to have her jaw drop at the sight of her stepbrother and girlfriend lying on the floor, hours worth of Monopoly set up between them. "Don't you knock?"
"Y/n? What- when- why--"
"Max, baby!" Y/n got up and hugged Max tightly. "Billy and I were just hanging out."
"I see that. How long have you been here?"
"A couple of... hours, I guess. Why?"
"You and I were supposed to go on a date!"
"I spaced, babe, I'm so sorry,"
Billy laughed. "Well, she showed up and you weren't here, so she's hanging out with me now."
"Oh, come on, Billy. Can Max play, too? She can be on my team!" Y/n turned to Billy, stars shining in her eyes. "Please?"
Billy hesitated, looking over his cross-looking stepsister. Max's arms were folded over her chest, staring him down with a say yes and I'll break your arm face. "You know what? I think you and Max had better get to your date. Hell, I'll even throw in a free ride."
"No, you won't." Max retorted, grabbing Y/n's arm and dragging her to the living room. "You, sit down. We're watching a movie without Billy."
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First I loved your Max fic inspired by soon you'll get better, it was amazing. Also sorry for so many req's but could I req a Max Mayfield x reader fic inspired by the song tis the damn season by Taylor swift? Where the song is kinda from Max's perspective after reader Max's ex s/o leaves Hawkins. Take your time! - N
Max Mayfield x fem!reader
I love getting your requests! Keep 'em coming, I'll always write for you <3
Aged up to 19
Warnings: angst, swearing
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Max slumped over in her chair. Tears dotted the papers on the desk and Max hurriedly wiped her eyes.
"Shit, don't smear, don't smear," Max mumbled, dabbing at the watery circles.
A gentle knock on the door startled her. "Uh, who is it?"
"Max, babe? It's me, Y/n. Are you doing alright?" The response was muffled and the knob twisted, revealing Max's girlfriend. "Oh, baby, what happened?" Y/n rushed over to Max and pulled the girl onto her lap. "Are you alright? Tell me what's going on."
Max cried into Y/n's shirt, "Got called a whore again for hanging out with my friends."
"I am so sorry, baby," Y/n rubbed Max's back. "You don't deserve that and it's not true."
"I know it's not, but it makes me feel like I am!" Max sobbed, gripping Y/n's shirt. "It's not fair!"
"It's not fair," Max put her head on the desk and read the letter again.
Dear Y/n,
I miss you more than you can imagine. I know we're not together anymore, but you were my best friend. I was out the other day and I parked my car right between the Methodist and the school that used to be ours. All the memories of you and me hit hard. If there's an ache in you, it was put there by the ache in me. The holidays were even worse, they linger like bad perfume. Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires, now I'm missing your smile, hear me out: we could just ride around, and the road not taken looks real good now, and it always--
Max stopped writing and looked up, eyes catching on the second paragraph of Y/n's letter that she sent before she moved.
--and it always leads to you, in my hometown, Max. It's not fair. I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay, so I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends who'll write books about me, if I ever make it. I wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking and the heart I know I'm breaking is my own. We could call it even, even though I'm leaving, and I'll be yours for the weekend. You could call me babe and we could pretend it was just like old times, Max.
Y/n
Max groaned and dropped her head back to the desk. Send the letter, don't send it... Max hadn't had any contact with Y/n since she moved about two years ago, not since the letter that she never responded to. Y/n had called, sure, but Max never talked to her. Susan would pick up the phone and tell Max it was Y/n, but Max always had an excuse to avoid her ex-girlfriend. They had broken up on good terms, but it didn't feel right to continue being friends after the depth of their relationship.
Max wiped her eyes and folded the letter into an envelope. She rushed out to the mailbox, slipped the letter in, put the flag up, and went back to her room to wait.
"Why the hell is your truck always so gross?" Max asked, a no-nonsense expression on her face. "Like, seriously. You're not a boy."
"I know I'm not a boy, but does that mean I can't act like one?"
"I like girls because they're not boys."
"Wait, so if I act like, I dunno, Chrissy Cunningham, you'll continue to date me?"
"Well, maybe not Chrissy Cunningham," Max leaned over the middle console and kissed Y/n's nose. "But not like Lucas Sinclair."
"Picky, picky,"
Y/n sifted through her mail before dumping it all in the trash but one envelope. To Y/n L/n. No return address. Max. Y/n thought, tearing into the sealed paper.
(Sorry, I really prefer to write fem!reader for the girls, but if you want something specifically not female, lmk!)
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help me out you dumb bitch
are you fucking stupid <#
Guys I think Caden is high on crack cocaine
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What am I supposed to do?
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okay so this is oddly specific for me but can you do a joe keery/steve harrington one where the reader had endometriosis and she’s cared of the possibility of not having kids? idk i’m sappy lol
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
I did my best with this, I am so sorry if I didn't get it the way you wanted, the writing feels juvenile to me but it is 2am, so
Feel free to send this request to somebody else, I don't mind if you copy it word for word :)
Warnings: swearing, implied sex
You laid in bed with Steve, head laid against his bare chest. He had his arm wrapped around you, the wedding band on his left hand was cold against your bare shoulder.
"This may be a little off-topic, considering we just had sex, but," Steve paused, contemplating. "But if we were gonna have kids, how many would you want?"
You laughed. "I know all about your six nugget RV dream, baby."
"So, how many am I getting?" Steve squeezed your hip playfully, grinning. His eyes shown caramel in the fading light, his mussed up hair framing his face.
"Steve, baby..." Your grin faded. "I-I don't think, um--"
"Are you okay?" Steve's happiness turned to concern and he sat up. "Is there something that you wanna tell me?"
You sat up and took his hands in yours. "Steve. I have endometriosis." You could see the confusion in his eyes and hurried to answer. "It means all this shit here--" You motioned around your lower abdomen -- "hurts like a bitch. Almost constantly. And I'm really scared to have kids, Steve. I am so sorry."
Steve cupped your face in his hands. "I would be scared, too. I understand. It's okay."
"No, I ruined your dream, Steve--"
He pulled you into a tight hug, pressing your face into his chest. "Don't say a word. You didn't do anything on purpose. Whenever you're ready, okay?"
"I-If I want kids?"
"Yeah, if you want kids. Whatever you want, babe." Steve kissed your head and laid down on the bed, bringing you with him. "It's completely your decision, I promise."
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coming out too your parents be like:
Hopper is Mike-phobic not homo-phobic
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Happy birthday to my favorite person on the whole planet. You make my life so much better. I can't imagine where I'd be without you.
I love you, kid. <3
@rcinyvenus
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instead of fuck marry kill, there should be an ask game that's "husband, one night stand, best friend" because that's the actual tough call
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#In Loving Memory of Eddie Munson (and his wig)
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mike: el, my life started the day i met you in the woods. i love you.
jonathan: [trying to explode mike with his mind]
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