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moonlitwings1 · 3 years

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HC/ficlet for Billy and Max setting off fireworks please.

It’s New Year’s eve.

He would’ve been spending it at Steve’s place if Neil didn’t insist that New Year’s was a time for family to reflect on the past year and a time to celebrate the new one together. Bullshit.

Max would’ve been at Mike’s house with the rest of her little buddies, but Neil put a stop to that too. She wouldn’t stop going on and on about the fireworks the Wheelers were going to put out that she’s going to miss. Apparently, they’ve got the fancy ones that make shapes in the sky. When she complained to Neil, he told her that if she wanted to have fireworks. She can buy them herself. Having spent all of her allowance, guess who she goes to? Yup.

He originally refused to buy fireworks, but she promised if he did, that she’d cover for him the next time he sneaks out, and damn if that didn’t sound like a good deal. That is, until he realized that fireworks were fucking expensive. Max had gone with him to the mall to pick some up and when he looked at the price and glanced back at Max, she had plastered on the biggest shit-eating grin. It took everything in him in that moment not to smack her upside the head. Bitch.

But they shook on it, so there was no going back. A Hargrove’s promise. Besides, it’ll be worth it in the end when Billy makes up for lost time with Steve. He’s got some ideas in mind.

But now they’re standing in their front yard trying to figure out how to light this shit up. It’s twenty minutes before twelve. And Princess Maxine wants to light them exactly when it hits midnight. It has to be on time!

“It says we should wear protective eyewear,” Max reads, holding out the instructions in front of her face. Billy snatches it from her and throws it to the side. He meant for it to be an aggressive move, but the paper just pathetically flutters to the ground.

“We don’t need that shit. I’ve done this before,” he says, squatting on the floor, putting the fireworks on a board.

Max squints her eyes at him, doubtful. He has done it before with his friends back in Cali. Sure, they might’ve aimed wrong and almost shot someone’s eye out, but it was fine in the end. How hard can it be to do it with your little sister?

Turns out pretty hard. With Max peering over his shoulder at every second trying to correct him with those damn instructions, he nearly threw her back into the house. He probably should’ve. She’s a pain in the ass.

He elbows her in the stomach, shoving her back and making her flinch hard at the impact. He almost turns around to make sure she’s ok. He doesn’t.

“Stop standing over me,” he says instead. “It’s fucking weird.”

Thankfully, she shoves him right back just as hard. “You’re doing it wrong, asshole. Why don’t you get off your high horse and read the instructions for once.”

He ignores her, bringing his focus back to fireworks in front of him. The hell does she know? He brings the lighter to one of the fireworks.

“Wait! Don’t light it now,” Max says, turning to run back inside. “Let me get my mom.”

Just as she’s about to sprint back inside, Billy grabs her by the back of the shirt, bringing her to a halt.

“Chill the fuck out. I’m just gonna test it out.”

“It’s not even midnight yet,” she pouts as she wrestles his arm off her shirt.

“I said I’m testing it out, dumbass. Calm down.” He lets her go with a final tug and squats back down with the board of fireworks. Now he just needs to bring the lighter a little closer--

“Wait, maybe we should-” he doesn’t wait for her to finish before bringing the lighter to one of the fireworks, watching the flame catch on.

He’s quick to his feet, walking backwards, bringing Max with him. She doesn’t fight him, her eyes wide and focused on the flame, watching it get closer and closer, until-BAM. The firework shoots up in the sky bursting and letting out a hail of red sparks. He doesn’t hear her at first, the sound of the burst deafening him for a second. He forgot how loud they were up close.

“Billy! Billy!”

“The hell do you want!,” he shouts, patience finally wearing thin with her constant nagging.

She’s panicking, waving her hand frantically in the direction of---shit.

Their fucking bush caught on fire. He almost faceplants running toward it. Probably would’ve deserved it too, but he reaches the bush in a split second and stamps the fire out quick enough. Why does shit always go down when he’s around? All things considered, it’s not the worst thing that could’ve caught on fire, but still.

“How the fuck--”

“I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN”

Oh for fucks sake. He spins around to glare at Max. “Well, why didn’t you say anything?”

“Like you’ve been bothering to listen to anything I’ve been saying for the past fifteen fucking minutes!” she shrieks, stamping her foot. She looks like she’s imitating a toddler, but Billy figures now’s not the time to point that out. “I literally told you that we should bring the extinguisher just in case!”

She did say something like that now that he thinks about it. Probably mentioned it sometime between the rant about the Wheelers and the droning on about the instructions. He internally curses himself for not paying attention to her for once.

“Well, we didn't end up needing one, did we?”

Her jaw drops slightly and she just gapes at him. “You’re a fucking psycho.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now help me--”

“The hell are you two making a racket about?”

Fucking great. Perfect.

“Nothing, dad,” Billy bit out. “I just lit a firework to test it out. Max helped me.”

Neil glanced at Max, eyeing her as if that was gonna reveal anything. “Did she? Not banging up anything are we?”

“No, sir,” Billy replies, hands in his pockets. Subtly moving in front of the bush so that maybe, just maybe, Neil won’t see the burn marks. Thankfully, the entire bush wasn’t burnt, just the edge. He could probably hide it or maybe break it off. Neil won’t notice it just yet.

They stare at each other for a moment. Neil doesn’t say anything aloud, but Billy can see the threat behind the eyes. After a minute, Neil gives him a nod of approval and saunters back inside. He breathes a sigh of relief. Maybe he just didn’t want to give Billy too much shit for New Year’s sake. He’s just grateful he won’t have to show up to Steve’s house bruised up again.

“That was a close one,” Max mumbles.

“No shit.”

Five minutes ‘till midnight.

Billy squats down in front of the fireworks again. “Hand me the instructions,” he says, sticking a hand out towards Max who beamed at him, glad he’s finally listening to her.

He snatches them out of her hand and gets back to work, fidgeting around with the set before standing back up.

“Well Maxine? Do I finally have your approval?”

“Firstly, don’t call me that. Secondly,” she says, making a big show of inspecting the fireworks, circling around them, “Yes.”

“If this shit lights a bush on fire, I’m coming for your head.”

She looks a little hesitant at that, but he ruffles her hair and she gives him a soft smile in return.

“Should we ask if they’re coming out to watch?”

Billy checks his watch. “Nah. One minute ‘till midnight. They’re probably watching the ball drop. I don’t give a shit.”

“Yeah,” Max shrugs. “I don’t really care either. Let's just light them ourselves.” Lies. He can tell by the way she keeps looking over her shoulder for her mom that she does care. Susan won’t join them. He knows that much. Wherever Neil is, she is. She won’t watch fireworks with them unless Neil does, and there’s no way he’s going to want to do that despite his claim of today being a time for family. Billy knows better. Max will too one day.

15 seconds until midnight.

“You wanna light them?”

Her head snaps up to look at him. “Really?”

“Don’t blow shit up, though,” he says, handing the lighter to her. Neil would most definitely blow a gasket if he found out his 13 year old daughter was the one lighting fireworks. But what’s life without a little risk?

She grins. “So basically don’t do what you did.”

“Exactly,” he chuckles. “You know how to light it?”

“I think so.”

“Have at it,” he says, letting her go but staying close in case she screws shit up.

Five seconds ‘till midnight.

Four

Three

Two

Max quickly lights the fireworks in a swift motion, and turns to run back. She covers her ears as the fireworks all fly up, bursting in the sky with a multitude of colors. From a distance, Billy sees other fireworks bursting, neighbors shouting. He even spots a yellow one shaped like a star right above their house that Max points excitedly to. He might have snuck one in the cart when he saw Max looking longingly at it. Probably not as cool as it would’ve been at the Wheeler’s, but it’s something. She’s still a whiny little bitch.

Turning back towards the door, he sees Susan peeking through the window, a soft smile, strikingly similar to Max’s on her face.

Happy New Year.

#billy hargrove #max mayfield #maxine mayfield #billy and max #neil hargrove #stranger things #susan hargrove #steve harrington #mentioned #this was rushed lmaooo #happy new years!!#jkjk happy july 4th #my works #also sorry for completing this request way too late lmao

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thoughtfullyyoungduck · 4 years

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Shadows in the dark

A/N: this was requested by anon, I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think! If anyone has any requests, please let me know!

Summary: can you do a reddie x teen daughter where she thinks she sees a shadow figure but it’s just bc she watched a horror movie, n she screams so richie n eddie come n automatically assume it’s IT n go into fight mode but she reassures them she was just seeing things, but then she’s suspicious af bc of their reactions so they try to like explain the whole pennywise thing but rlly vague and like half bs so tht they don’t scare her n they acc get away w it.

The thunderstorm pours heavily outside of Raina’s bedroom window, drenching everything in sight. It was the first night of the year that this happened, and she had forgotten just how scary it is, to be faced with this kind of . The horror movie she watched a few hours prior doesn’t help her case either, the images of dark figures stalking girls outside in their backyards flashing through her mind every time a bolt goes off.

The window is located on the left side of her bed, above a cozy seating arrangement Rania uses to read and indicate that she requires alone time. Though it usually symbolizes her calm, it now appears ominously, something she should be scared off.

She fumbles with her phone, trembling impatiently until the screen lights up, illuminating the room so she can see. She groans in frustration when she looks at the time, barely three am, falling back into the bed and burying her head in her pillow.

The storm croaks outside, loud and un-bothered in it’s intensity, making Rania wonder if anyone else is awaken by the weather phenomenon. ‘Shut up’, she mumbles stupidly, as if it’s going to listen to her, but it reminds her of the times when her pops used to stay up with her when she was little and afraid of the storm, and that causes her to chuckle.

She’s older now, and not so easily spooked, except when she watches a scary movie. This particular movie was called hush, and even in the light of day it frightened her. The idea of not being able to hear whether or not someone was breathing down your neck, or calling out for you seemed manifested straight out of one of her nightmares.

The storm rings loud enough to drown out any other sound that might emit, but that’s only her brain talking, tricking her into being queasy of nothing. There’s not a thing that’s going to happen, and logically she knows that, so she tries to shut her eyes and will herself to sleep.

It’s not going to happen, the three am hour sign burned on the back of her eyelids. She taps her fingers against the edge of the bed restlessly, shifting and twisting in her blankets until sweat starts to build above her eyebrows and she frustratingly kicks the comforter off of her.

Glancing at the window, firmly shut and the curtains drawn over it, Rania debates if it worth opening her window to let some cool air in. The hot summer sun is unforgiving these days, so scorning hot that it feels like your skin will burn right off the flesh if you stay outside for too long.

A bit of relief of the heat would be welcome, yet she almost falters, then curses herself with how foolish she’s being. Her pops is famous, and they’re living in an expensive neighborhood with a security guard, no one can harm her. She opens the window up an inch, and before heading back to bed, Rania shuffles towards the living room to grab a glace of water.

It isn’t uncommon for her to wake up, usually around the same time too, so she learns to deal with it, eating or drinking something or trying things like yoga. Though rarely helpful, Rania does discover new things and interests, so she takes it as a win.

An explosion of lightning brightens up the room, so she leaves the lights off as she shambles towards the fridge. It’s dead quiet, everyone having gone to bed, which makes her feel like she’s alone in the house. Another thunder crack causes her head to whip up from where she was ducked down to grab the water, eyeing the room twice, but coming up empty handed.

Rania hurries to pluck a water bottle and run up the stairs back to the safety of her room, peeking over her shoulder multiple times to ensure that there’s no one watching her. When she reaches her door, she throws it open, duks into the room, and then promptly shoves it closed with a loud bang.

She winces, the noise way too loud, though thankfully neither her dad, nor her pops stir. The rain ticks away on her window, some of it slipping through the opening and spattering in her room, resulting in a wet puddle being formed.

‘Fucking great’, Rania mutters when she notices, the pool extending right before her eyes. She turns halfway to her closet on the right side of the room, a wooden terra cotta colored one that uncle Bill got for her when they moved in, searching for an item that is allowed to get wet.

Towels aren’t at her disposal right now, and she’s not jumping at the idea of leaving her room again to go get one, so she improvises, by using a cloth that will be washed in the morning.

She takes hold of an old sweater that’s non usable right now anyway, and then circles in the direction of the window. A scream tears from her lips as she does, a shadow looming by the window leering at her as he sits on the window seat.

Screeching, Rania trips over her feet and falls on the ground, the sweater dropping from her hands, then scrambles back towards the door in an effort to get away from the silhouette. Her hands cover her face, like she wants to protect herself even if there were no visible weapons or the person preparing to attack her.

With burning eyes, tears that threaten to push themselves over the edge, she squints one eyelid open at the lack of movement. The room is empty.

Rania’s heart beats a mile a minute, her breathing fast and erratic, yet she manages to laugh manically. It was only a catch of the light, induced by her own imagination, petrifying her within an inch of her life.

She inhales and holds, then exhales slowly, controlling her breathing so she calms down. Several footsteps thunder on the laminate flooring in the hallway. Not fast enough to dodge the unlatching door, she receives a blow to the head, knocking her down once again.

‘Auw’, she complains, cupping the back of head in one hand and rubbing over the bump.

‘Rania, are you okay?’ Her dads pile into the room, switching the light on, searching frantic until they see her, and scurry beside her.

‘Rania talk to us, are you hurt? What happened?’ Eddie, her dad, clutches her body, half hanging over her, and pulling her as close as possible.

Richie, her pops, is standing on her other side, holding a lamp tightly in his one hand, while the other one latches on to her shoulder.

‘Nothing dad, I thought I saw something, but it’s not real.’

Up close, she can detect the tremors originating from her dad, and the hand of her pops shakes too.

‘You need to tell us alright, even if you think we won’t believe you, we will,’ Eddie promises, Richie nodding along vigorously.

The strangeness of their responses causes an alarm bell to go off in the back of Rania’s brain. She tilts her head sideways, peering up at her dad’s with a quizzical look in her eyes.

‘Okayy..’, she draws up, her voice taking on a questionable tone. She makes an attempt to inquire why they’re acting the way they do, but Richie and Eddie engage in their own conversation now.

‘She won’t tell us, we never told anyone either.’ Eddie says, still keeping Rania close at bay.

‘Well Eds, all the adults in our town fucking sucked, especially your mom.’

‘Fuck off Richie. Do you honestly want to joke about this right now? What if it’s IT asshole? What if the clown returned?’ They’re rushing through the sentences like they are hunted on by the devil himself, complete with wild gestures and raising voices as panic and hysteria seem to control them more and more.

‘I didn’t intend for it be a joke Eddie, I mean it. She was a fucking bitch so yeah, you obviously weren’t going to tell her shit,’ Richie responds irritated.

This wasn’t the usual bickering her parents did on a day to day bases, this time both were annoyed with the other, and Richie being vexed was a rare thing.

The storm rages on outside, three crying out thanks to the wind that blows strongly, but entirely the last thing on Rania’s mind right now.

‘Dad, pops it’s fine, leave it.’

‘It’s not fine, stop saying it’s fine.’ Eddie snapped, staring at Rania with poorly concealed terror. Her dad never snaps at her, ever, furthering suspicion in Rania that something was really, really wrong.

‘Sorry, sorry’, he relented, ‘that was rude.’ It is, but Rania is more concerned than angry anyway. She’s anxious that her dad might have a panic attack, even if he hadn’t had one in years. His face is red, and his hand digs in his pockets, aiming to find his inhaler.

‘We have to call Stan’, Richie distracts, seizing both Eddie’s, and Rania’s hand.

‘Wait what? why?’ Rania asks, pulling her hand out of his grip. Uncle Stan lives in Atlanta, which is a plain ride away, he’s not easily accessible.

‘And Bill. Maybe Mike too.’

‘Guys’, Rania yells out, frustration getting the upper hand. Why won’t anyone listen to what she has to say?

‘I watched a horror movie, I just got spooked. Nothing happened. I opened the window and the curtains moved in a way that looked like there was someone sitting there. But there wasn’t.’ She pointedly fixes her gaze on both Eddie and Richie, to get her point across.

‘Is someone going to tell me what this is all about? Why would we need anyone to come here?’ The tension dibs out of Richie and Eddie, albeit slowly, and they nervously communicate in silence.

‘Hello, is anyone gonna fill me in?’ Rania repeated, as she is not used to being kept in the dark. She thought Eddie and Richie told her everything, so it comes as a shock now she reckons that there’s something hidden.

‘There was a clown.’ Eddie starts, despite the shaking of Richie’s head. ‘And every year at the carnival, he scared us half to death by mean pranks.’

Rania blinks once, then twice. ‘That’s it? That’s what terrified you guys enough to want to call your friends?’

‘I guess we’re just traumatized’, Eddie chuckled uneasy, flatting a curl on the top of her head to keep his hands busy.

‘Psst,’ Richie draws her attention, ‘your dad is spooked because we’re the clowns in high school too. He’s just afraid to admit it.’

Rania giggles, always counting on her pops to make light of a situation, making her instantly more calm.

She misses the thumb Eddie gestures at Richie, gratitude flowing through him that the topic has been avoided, mostly.

They’re both still on high alert, the trouble Pennywise cost then a long way from forgotten, but outwardly they come across as composed.

A tree branch slaps against the window, starling all three people of the family, although they all pretend that it didn’t.

‘Is anyone up for watching a movie?’ Richie suggests, shoulder shimmying to draw the attention his way.

Rania wisps her head towards her dad, applying the puppy dog eyes her pops had taught her to convince Eddie to do something he most likely won’t approve of.

This time, he relents without any type of resistance.

‘Yeah, come on, I’ll get the hot chocolate milk.’ With a last, lingering hug, Eddie releases his hold on Rania, getting up from where he’s sitting on the floor.

Richie hugs Rania as well, smiling brightly at her with the giant smile. ‘Come on,’ he says, then ushers Rania out of the room.

The suspicion still lingers, the story her dad made up not making much sense, but Rania allows herself to follow them downstairs anyway. It’s late, and though she’s aware that no one hung around her room, she’s apprehensive all the same.

She’ll find out what all of this is about, for example by exploring and question one of her uncles or her aunts, but that can wait. Right now, all she’ll watch a movie, and slip off to sleep under the watchful eye of her parents, who outside of her knowledge, don’t dare the blink away from her once.

#reddie #reddie imagine #richie tozier imagine #eddie kaspbrak imagine #reddie x daughter #my writing #reddie as parents #eddie as a dad #richie as a dad #it chapter two imagine #it chapter 2

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yesanotherimaneblog · 5 years

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Being Dustins sister headcanons: Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You and Steve have been going strong for the whole year

Sadly even with your help he couldn’t get into any college

But you helped him get the job at Scoops

o You’re there everyday and Steve gives you free ice-cream

o And spends his lunch break making out with you at the back

At first you’re worried about Robin

o Steve seems to like her but you were in Mrs. Click’s class with them and remember Robin looking at him constantly

o Until one day you start noticing she likes talking to girls more than boys, and you see her checking out a girl one day

o That’s the end of your concerns

Robin keeps score of how many times Steve messes up because of you (its more than 6)

o Not that you do anything, Steve just tends to mess up when you smile at him

The kids no longer need babysitting but you see them often enough when they come to Scoops

You see El as well, though Mike is always there so it doesn’t allow you to teach her the things you want

o Like periods, and boys

You miss your brother too and can’t wait for him to come back

o He called a few times while he was at camp more often the first week and then less and less as time went on

Episode 1

You’re at Scoops waiting for Steve to finish up when the kids come

o Your mom decided (with a little persuasion from you) to sleep at the town near Dustins’ camp so they can leave first thing in the morning so you have the house all to yourself

o When the kids come you get up to greet them as Robin shouts for Steve

o Will and Max give you proper hugs, unlike Mike and Lucas who are “too old for that”

o You show them off with Steve, giving him a small kiss once they leave

You don’t give much thought to the power coming down, shaking your head at Steve and Robins exchange

You kick Steve out pretty early so the kids can come in and surprise Dustin, promising that you and Dustin will come see him at Scoops first thing the next day

o You find their whole idea sweet and help them plan it out

o Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned

o You tell Max how to help Lucas and hug your brother

o He shows you and the rest of the kids all his inventions and you cant help but feel proud

o When he mentions Suzie and the kid’s eyes go wide you smile

o Of course you knew about her as Dustin had told you all about her on the phone

You stay behind a little, letting Dustin catch up with his friends

o You roll your eyes at Mike and El but let them go

o Your brothers look and comment don’t go unnoticed by you

o Neither does Wills look so you put an arm around him and keep going

o He hesitates for a second and you see him reaching up to touch his neck

o You try to look thinking maybe something bit him but there’s nothing there so you ask if he’s ok

o He just nods and the two of you try to catch up to the others

o Neither of you notice the rats

You give Max and extra bottle of water you took just in case after seeing Lucas drink all their water

You help build Cerebro and are excited to talk to your brothers first girlfriend

o When she doesn’t answer you try to remain positive

o Maybe she was busy

o Maybe she wasn’t home

o Of course she’s real…

You feel even worse when the rest of the kids leave and try to hug your brother but he pushes you away

o You’re about to try and talk to him when a voice comes through

o You realize its Russian and exchange a look with Dustin

Episode 2

First thing the next day you drive Dustin to Starcourt and go straight to Scoops

o “Hey Robin, this is my brother Dusti”

o As you’re about to ask if Steve is here he comes out the back

o You step back and laugh as the two most important men in your life greet each other in the dorkiest way

o You let the two catch up for a while, helping Robin with costumers

o You’re there almost every day, so you’re like an unofficial employ by now

What you didn’t expect it to hear your brother almost scream about how he intercepted a Russian message

o You smile at the costumers and go to their table

o “Maybe we should have left that for when there are not hundreds of people around”

o They apologies and go hide in the back of the store

“Steve! Y/N!!”

o The three of you jump a little when Robin comes in

o You haven’t made any progress other than Steve recognizing the music in the background so Robins help is welcome to say the least

o Steve still hesitates but you kiss him and let him know it’s ok

o “You’re better with costumers anyway!”

o Robin looks offended at first but then she shrugs agreeing

You go out to tell Steve you translated the first sentence when you see El and Max

o You’re both happy and confused to see them together

o Most of all you’re worried about El being here

o You think about calling Hopper but decide against it, the girl needs to experience new things and hanging out with Max will surely help

o You hug them and see them off with a “Come find me if you need anything!”

o “I like the new look by the way!”

Steve takes your hand after locking up and the two of you walk behind Dustin and Robin

o “Y/N you’re buying into this?”

o “I mean… if it’s a Russian transmission it would make sense for it to be coded.”

o Suddenly he pulls you to a toy horse, letting go of your hand to look for quarters

o At first you don’t understand what he’s doing but then

o “It’s the same music!”

Steve offers to drive you and Dustin home but you came with your car and your mom will be pissed if you leave it at the mall

o You shoot Robin a pleading look

o She rolls her eyes but starts talking to Dustin about the code

o While they are talking you and Steve have a moment to say goodnight

Episode 3

While Steve and Dustin are off spying on people you once again help Robin at the store

o You wonder if they can make you an official employ

You hear yelling in the front while looking for some fruit at the back and go check it out

o Once Erica sees you she starts complaining

o “Erica, sweety, you can’t just come here every day and eat samples.”

o She again starts complaining and you try to bargain by offering her and her friends free ice cream if they promise no more samples for a month

o They refuse and ask for more sample

Later when the store gets a delivery Robin cracks the code and you go with her to the center of the Mall

o “Imperial Panda, right there!” You point out

o “Kaufman shoes,” she says and you turn to look at her

o Both of you turn to the clock in sink

o “When blue and yellow meet in the west”

The four of you stay behind after the mall closes to see what is going on

o You try to warn Dustin and Steve not to make noise but he Russians hear the bang

o You grab Steves’ hand and pull Dustin close to you

o Luckily they must have thought it was just thunder

Episode 4

You go with Dustin to scout the entrance the Russians are guarding while Steve and Robin open up the shop

o You try to talk to him about the party but he’s having none of it

o So you change the subject to Suzie who he happily talks about

“Babe, I’m sorry but have you ever actually won a fight?”

o “Okay that was one time!” He tries

o “Twice, Jonathan, year prior,” Dustin says and you nod

o “Listen, that doesn’t count.”

o “Why wouldn’t it count, cause it looks like he beat the shit out of you”

o You smile at that

o Listen you love Steve but he was an asshole back then

o And Jonathan is your childhood friend so of course you’re proud of him

Suddenly Robin stands up and goes to leave but you catch up to her

o “Where are you going?” Steve asks from behind you

o “To find us a way into that room. A safe way.”

o “I can drive you!” You offer

o Before she can turn you down you turn around at the boys

o “Behave!”

o You rush to your car and she explains her plan on the way to the county recorder’s office

You’re back in no time and explain to the boys

o “No collarbones remember?”

o “Uh, excuse me?”

o “He has ‘cleidocranial dysplasia’”

o “Yeah, he’s missing bones and stuff. He can bend like Gumbo”

o “You mean Gumby.”

o “I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

o Robin turns to you and you shrug whispering, “it’s Gumby”

o You hear the bell in the front and turn around only to see Erica

o Robin suddenly smiles and you realize what she’s thinking

o “Robin, no!”

o “Yes! Oh Erica, we have a proposition for you…”

You tap your foot the whole time Robin and Erica are talking

o “You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment!”

o “You’re right! We don’t need you; we don’t need to put her in danger!”

o “Y/N” Dustin whisper yells

o “She’s right!”

o “Go help Steve!”

You pace back and forth while Erica is in the air vents

o Steve tries to calm you down but you can see he’s just as nervous as you are

o It isn’t until she’s opened the door that you relax a bit

“Um, maybe you guys should stand back.”

o You pull Dustin a little but he won’t move

o “No!”

o “Dustin, we don’t know what’s in there” you try to reason

o “No!”

o “Just step back, okay?” Steve also warns but Dustin still won’t move

o “No!”

o “Step back seriously!”

o “No! If you die, I die.”

o You gasp

o “Dustin…”

o Luckily neither of them dies

o But the room starts moving

....

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #steve harrington #steve harrington headcanons #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x henderson #dustin henderson #henderson!reader #Headcanon

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klaineanummel · 4 years

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looking for something that’ll (never) come 5/6

Blaine Anderson-Chang knows that his crush on his brother’s best friend, straight football star Kurt Hummel, is foolhardy. But every now and then Kurt gives him a look and Blaine can’t help but wonder.

we’re almost at the end here, everyone!! hope you enjoy this chapter, and see you soon for the finale!! :)

The weekend passes by in a blur.

His Saturday is spent counting down the minutes until his date with Kurt, and then trying his best to keep it cool during said date.

He thinks he does pretty well, to be honest. He doesn’t squeal when Kurt opens the door to the passenger seat of his car to him. He doesn’t say anything stupid on the ride to the movie theater. He doesn’t swoon when Kurt insists on paying not only for the movie tickets, but for the popcorn as well. And he doesn’t completely melt into a puddle when Kurt links their fingers halfway through the movie.

Dinner after is at Breadstix, which Blaine is kind of surprised by. He doesn’t comment on it, though, and he’s glad he doesn’t because at the end of the day nothing really happens.

That’s not to say that they don’t see people they know. They do. It’s Breadstix on a Saturday night, after all, so it’s obviously crawling with McKinley kids. But nobody seems to find it strange that Kurt and Blaine are there together. Or, if they do, they don’t comment on it at all.

So, either they’re being incredibly subtle, or everybody is just way more chill and open-minded than Blaine thought. After all, nobody’s ever really given him any trouble since he came out, so it kind of makes sense.

Still. He figured that more people would care about the most popular guy in school suddenly going out on a date with a guy.

But, again. Maybe they were just very subtle.

Kurt drops him off after dinner, hurrying to the other side of the car with a whispered, “Don’t move,” so that he can open the door for him again. Then, once Blaine is out of the car, he pushes him up against it and kisses the breath out of him.

He leaves him with a wink and a, “See you tomorrow Mini AC,” that Blaine overthinks all night.

Sunday morning is spent playing games with his moms and Mike and trying not to think about his date with Kurt. Then he does some homework and tries not to think about his date with Kurt some more.

As implied, Kurt rolls around just before dinner time to watch some football game. Mike takes the recliner and Kurt sprawls on the couch.

Unable to stay away, Blaine finds himself falling onto the couch next to Kurt. Without hesitation, Kurt stretches out his legs until his feet are resting heavily on Blaine’s lap. He sends him a wink, and Blaine blushes.

“Ew, Kurt, come on,” Mike says, and Blaine looks up at him, alarmed. “Don’t put your nasty ass feet on my brother’s pants.”

Kurt scowls at him. “Who are you to call my feet nasty, AC?”

Mike stares at him, deadpan. “I’m the guy whose face you shove those feet into almost every single day after football practice, asshole.”

Kurt’s scowl turns into a smirk, and he chuckles, shaking his head to himself. “Oh, yeah.” Still, his feet don’t move.

Mike turns to Blaine and says, “You don’t have to put up with that, you know. Just shove him off.”

Blaine shrugs and, still blushing, says, “I don’t mind.”

“Exactly, he doesn’t mind, so buzz off.” Kurt flips Mike off, which Mike responds to in kind. He then shoots Blaine a seriously, you don’t have to put up with that look before turning back to the TV.

Kurt grins at Blaine when Mike has turned away, winking again, and Blaine is pretty sure that his blush isn’t going to leave his face for the rest of the evening.

At least twenty minutes pass in silence, Kurt’s feet relaxed in Blaine’s lap and Blaine doing everything in his power not to bring up a hand to massage them gently. Then, Blaine’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, and he pulls it out, causing him to shift a little and force Kurt to move his feet.

He bites down on his bottom lip when he sees that the text is from Sebastian, reminding him that he had an awesome time and he really wants to see Blaine again. Another text comes in just as he finishes reading the first, asking if he’s free to meet up sometime during the week, or if he’s going to have to wait until the next weekend to see him.

Blaine frowns. He’d managed to hold Sebastian off for this weekend by claiming he’d be doing a lot of things with his family because of the big game, but now he knows he needs to come clean and admit to Sebastian that he can’t see him anymore.

Kurt scoots over until he’s looking over Blaine’s shoulder and immediately groans. “Oh, this motherfucker,” he says. “Here,” he plucks Blaine’s phone out of his hands with ease. “I’ll take care of this for you.”

“Kurt, wait,” Blaine tries to grab his phone back as Kurt starts to type furiously, nose wrinkled in disgust. Kurt manages to hold him off, though, until he’s finished typing whatever it is. He looks over at Blaine, who holds his hand out and says, “Seriously, Kurt, don’t.”

Kurt stares at him for a second, then rolls his eyes and tosses the phone back to Blaine. “Just trying to help you there, man.”

Blaine fumbles with the phone for a moment, then holds it up and breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that Kurt didn’t send the text yet.

He reads over it quickly, and his blush is definitely back, because sitting in the text box are the words Sorry, I don’t think my boyfriend would like it if we saw each other again.

Blaine looks up at Kurt with wide eyes. He mouths, “Boyfriend?”

Kurt just shrugs in response, as though he hasn’t just made Blaine’s entire life with that single word.

Blaine smiles to himself and, heart warm in his chest, hits send.

By the time Monday rolls around, Blaine feels like he’s on cloud nine. Kurt stayed for dinner, where he thoroughly charmed Blaine’s moms (though he always did). When he left, Momma J casually said, “That Kurt Hummel is a good egg. I like him.”

Momma P nodded along and said, “He’s a sweet kid.”

Blaine, of course, instantly texted Kurt telling him that his moms loved him, which evolved into a night-long texting session that only ended at almost two in the morning, when Blaine insisted that they had to get some sleep before school the next day.

Since the season is officially over, Kurt and Mike no longer have their morning practice, and so when Kurt swings by to pick Mike up, Blaine comes out with him.

Mike heads straight to the passenger seat, but Kurt rolls the window down, shaking his head. “No way, AC. Mini AC goes up front.”

Both Mike and Blaine pause. Mike glances at Blaine, frowning, then looks back at Kurt. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, jeez. I want the cuter AC up here with me.”

Mike just keeps frowning, but Blaine smiles widely and bounds up to Kurt’s car, slipping into the front seat happily. Mike gets into the back, sliding into the middle seat, then leans forward and asks, “What the hell are you talking about?”

Kurt covers Mike’s face with his hand and pushes him back. “Put your seatbelt on, come on.”

Blaine puts his seatbelt on, too, and grins at Kurt, who sends him another of those secret winks that turn his knees to jelly.

The entire ride to school, Blaine can’t stop thinking about the fact that he’s in the front seat of Kurt’s car. Of how many times he’d watched Kurt roll up to his and Mike’s house with his current girlfriend in the front and wondered what it would feel like to be that girl. To have Mike complain about being relegated to the backseat because Kurt clearly liked the girl more than him. To get to glance over every few minutes and see Kurt already watching, entirely smitten.

Now he knows. And it feels fucking fantastic.

When they get to school and hop out of the car, Mike immediately grabs onto Blaine’s wrist and pulls him close. “Seriously, dude,” he says, glancing over at Kurt, who is waiting for them. “What the hell is going on?”

Blaine just shrugs, not wanting to say more than Kurt might be ready for people to hear. “You heard him. I’m the cuter Anderson-Chang.”

He wriggles his hand out of Mike’s grasp and walks over to Kurt, who immediately starts walking towards the school, leaving Mike standing by the car and shouting, “What the hell are you even talking about?”

Kurt walks Blaine to his locker, and briefly wraps an arm around his waist and gives it a quick squeeze. “See you at lunch?” he asks, grinning as his hand falls away, leaving warmth in its wake.

“Yeah,” Blaine says, grinning right back. Kurt nods, then stares at Blaine, biting down on his bottom lip. After the moments hesitation, he nods again and turns to walk to his own locker.

Almost immediately, Tina runs up to him.

“You two seem cozy,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows.

Blaine laughs at that, turning to open his locker as he murmurs, “Oh, you have no idea.”

When lunch time comes, Blaine feels like he’s ready to buzz out of his skin with the excitement of it. Just to get to sit next to Kurt, knowing that they’re boyfriends, is so much more than he ever thought he would get. He doesn’t even care that he can’t tell anybody yet.

Well, he cares a little, but that’s just because Tina has been bothering him about it non-stop all day long.

“Blaine, come on,” she says as they walk into the cafeteria. “You always tell me everything.”

“I do not,” Blaine says, flushing at the lie, because yeah, he totally does. She glares at him and he just shrugs. “Look, really Tina, I don’t know what you want me to say. There’s nothing—”

The sound of two lunch trays banging together rings out throughout the cafeteria. Blaine and Tina both turn toward the sound, just like everyone else, and find Kurt standing on top of the table where the football team and cheerleaders always sit.

“Yo, everybody,” he says, voice loud and commanding. Blaine can’t help the lovesick smile that takes over his face, which is embarrassing considering Kurt is literally just talking. “I have a very important announcement, so listen the fuck up.”

Amazingly, everybody does. The cafeteria falls into almost complete silence, all eyes on Kurt.

“Great, thanks,” he says. “So, just wanted to let everyone know that I’m bisexual.”

Blaine’s jaw drops, eyes widening. Holy shit. Did he really just—

“And the reason I’m telling everyone is so that nobody freaks out,” he turns as he’s talking, until he’s looking straight at Blaine, face splitting into a huge grin, “when I take my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson-Chang, to prom next week.”

A bit of chatter rises up when Kurt hops off the table and starts to head in Blaine’s direction. Some people are glancing their way, giggling and whispering, but it seems like most people don’t really care about what’s going on. Blaine smile continues growing as Kurt gets closer, until Kurt is right in front of him, stopping less than a foot away.

“I mean,” he says, shrugging a little. “If you want to, that is.”

Blaine’s brain definitely isn’t working, because all he can say is, “Want to what?”

Kurt chuckles, then reaches out and takes Blaine’s hand. “Prom? With me?”

Blaine’s eyes widen and he nods immediately. “Oh. Yes, definitely. Please.”

Kurt grins again, then says, “Excellent,” before pulling Blaine in for a long, slow kiss.

Blaine is so caught up in the kiss and the declaration and everything that he almost jumps in surprise when, a moment after their kiss has broken, Tina says, “Oh yeah. Definitely nothing going on here.”

#klaineanummel fic #klaine fic #klaine au #klaine #multi chapter #lfstnc

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serendipitous-magic · 5 years

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Pay no attention to the sneak-peek behind the read-more line...

-_-_-_-

Dustin’s duffel bag thwumps onto the mattress, bouncing slightly.

Home sweet home.

He punches a button on his radio and flops down onto the edge of his bed, rubbing at his eyes as the local radio personality announces Small Town Boy by Age of Consent. He takes a big breath - in and out. It is eight hundred and nineteen miles from Camp Know Where to Hawkins, Indiana, and Dustin just spent the last two days travelling them in a small car with his mother. Which was fun at first. Impromptu sing-alongs with his mom have been a staple of driving to and from summer camp for years. They got Frosties in the drive through, they talked about camp, they played the alphabet game while they made their way across three states... Good times. He didn’t even mind being stuck in a confined space with a parent for their mini-road-trip - much. That part wasn’t so bad. It’s just the last leg of the drive that got a little bit less than awesome. Mainly because it would seem that his friends have forgotten about him.

Eight hundred and nineteen miles, and the Party should have been in range of his supercomm for at least two or three of them.

You know, he always kind of forgets what his home town smells like until he’s been gone for a while. It’s like the way you don’t realize what your own house smells like until you get back after vacation. Granted, it’s no bed of roses. Hawkins tends to have a sort of... aroma. Like the farms on the outer edge, and like the forest that grows thick and green during the summer, and dusty, cracked asphalt in need of repairs, and humidity, and hay, and old brick buildings. It’s not exactly a scent you’d find in a candle. But it’s not bad, per se, and moreover: it’s home.

“This is Gold...” he starts to say, but halfway through the hail, his voice stalls.

This new hat isn’t quite molded to the shape of his head yet, like his old one is, and he keeps reaching up to adjust it. Tugging it down over his forehead, then pushing it back. This time, when he reaches up, he snags his headset and tosses it onto the bed. What’s the point?

He drove his mom up the wall during the last fifteen minutes of their journey, trying to get in contact with the Party.

“This is Gold Leader returning to base, do you copy? Over.”

He must have said that at least two dozen times. He could feel his mom glancing at him as she drove, but he just ran his tongue over the rough string of braces on his lower teeth and leaned forward anxiously, as if tilting forward in his seat would help him see around the curve. The bobblehead cat on the dashboard headbanged along to the oldie on the radio as he tried again.

“I repeat. This is Gold Leader returning to base. Do you copy? Over.”

Silence. Silence, and static, and the car radio bopping along to the beat. Come on. Come on. He jammed the talk button hard enough that the plastic edge dug into his thumb.

“This is goddamn Gold Leader -”

“Dusty!” his mom chided, and he slapped the supercomm into his lap.

“What?”

“Relax. For goodness sake.”

“I’m in range, they should be answering.”

“You’ve been away a whole month, honeybun, maybe they just...” She wiggled her shoulders with a tilt of her head. “Forgot.”

She didn’t mean him. Of course she didn’t mean that they forgot him. She meant the radios; she meant they forgot what channel they’re supposed to be on. Or that they forgot what day he was coming home. She didn’t mean that they forgot about Dustin himself.

It’s just, it’s not exactly reassuring, you know? It’s the middle of summer already. All the roads are lined with tall, dark weeds. In a few days, everything will smell like sparkler smoke and kettle corn from the annual 4th of July fair. When he left it was barely June, and the weeds along the roadside were barely sprouts. What else has happened since he left? What else has changed?

A muffled little tink draws his attention to the vivarium on his left, where Yurtle is bumping against the side, stumpy little legs flailing as he fails to comprehend glass. Dustin grins at him.

“At least someone’s happy to see me.”

Yurtle continues his mission to pass through the solid glass wall, unperturbed by his complete lack of success. Determined little guy. Never gets very far, but he tries.

Dustin isn’t worried about it - the Party, that is. Honestly, he’s not. It’s not like they’ve all been acting weird for the past few months anyway. It’s not like ever since El reappeared Mike has been MIA more often than not, visiting her at the cabin for as long as Hopper would allow. It’s not like Max and Lucas have developed their own little language and routine together - not just boyfriend and girlfriend, but best friends. It’s not like Will has been a slightly different person since... well, since everything. It’s not like he misses how the Party used to be.

But Dustin doesn’t like to mope. He slaps his thighs and stands up, reaching into the vivarium to turn Yurtle around. Yurtle lumbers off towards his pool, apparently assured that his ability to move is due to his own success, and Dustin hums along with the radio as he unzips his duffel bag with a flourish. Who is he to complain? He just got back from possibly the most amazing summer camp ever. He’s got the whole rest of the summer ahead of him. He’s got things to do. Places to go. Popsicles to eat. (You know what they don’t have at Camp Know Where? Otter pops. Unbelievable, right? Three hundred acres, over five hundred campers and dozens of counselors, and not a single person could produce even one pack of sugary, brightly colored frozen goodness.)

He’s got plans. Specifically, an invention to get up and running - and he has the perfect place in mind. He bets he can get the gang to help him set it up - if they’d just answer.

Okay, maybe he’s a little unsettled. The Party doesn’t just go radio silent on each other, okay? Because when a Party member goes radio-silent, it usually means that something is wrong. Really wrong.

His eyes slide over the stain in his carpet. It’s a barely-perceptible rusty brown, now, blending in with the striped carpet unless you know just where to look. He had to tell his mom it was spaghetti sauce.

His toy robot starts marching out of the corner just as Dustin turns away, chattering unintelligibly in its perpetual-low-battery fizzle, red eyes glowing.

Wait.

What.

Dustin turns back, slowly, and this time the robot is joined by a toy tank and R2D2.

Now, he’s no expert, but in Dustin’s fourteen years of experience on earth, toys don’t come alive. So he’s understandably befuddled when he closes his eyes, counts to five, opens them again, and is met with a small crowd of miniature robots, vehicles, and one small mechanical dinosaur all moving with apparent purpose towards his bedroom door.

Okay. Cool. So either he’s dreaming, or he has to burn the house down and salt the earth. He’s seen Poltergeist. He knows how this ends.

Hopping carefully over a hotwheels car, Dustin grabs the first weapon he lays eyes on: a heavy, solid can of Farrah Fawcett hair spray from his dresser. R2D2 whistles cheerfully, as if beckoning - and, like the idiot that dies first in a horror movie, Dustin follows.

His hat slips down a little too far over his forehead, and he shoves it back as he creeps along in his socks. He has got to adjust the band on this thing.

“It’s just a dream,” he mutters to himself. The shiny plastic robot at the head of the small army bumps into a wall, adjusts its trajectory with an affronted little grumble, and leads its followers across the hallway. Through the house. Into the living room. “You’re dreaming.”

The feeling of being watched makes his skin crawl. He swears, in about five seconds he’s gonna punt one of the little -

They stopped.

Dustin freezes, eyes flicking over the now-inert toys. Then he darts forward to scoop up their leader, turning the robot over in his hands, inspecting it. An electrical disturbance, maybe...? He picks at the battery panel. That still wouldn’t explain the -

Fweep!

The shrill blast pierces the air directly behind him and he screams, spins, and deploys his weapon - directly into the eyes of his best friend.

Lucas screams. Dustin screams. Lucas screams louder. Dustin realizes he’s still spraying the hairspray and abruptly lets go, dropping the heavy can on Lucas’s toe. Lucas screams again, hopping sideways, one hand over his eyes and one still clutching the Welcome home Dustin! sign that Dustin has just taken note of. Lucas then trips and hits the floor with a thump. The rest of the Party, who Dustin now sees behind him, gawks - and then explodes into guffaws.

Mike and El are holding hands, El hiding behind Mike’s shoulder from the spray of Farrah Fawcett, laughing around the noisemaker in her mouth. Max’s hair blazes down around her shoulders, the burnished-copper-red slightly frizzy with the humidity, her face screwed up in helpless bouts of belly laughter as she holds her stomach and watches her boyfriend roll around on the floor. Will’s hair has grown out maybe half an inch since Dustin last saw him, the straight line of his bangs creeping towards his eyebrows and the fringe of his hair warped slightly where it gets caught on his ears. For a split second it gives Dustin a sinking feeling - like that’s just one more thing that’s changed since he left. But then Will laughs, that exact same chortling laugh he’s had since they met in the fourth grade, and Dustin’s face splits into a grin.

“Guys!” he yells, throwing out his arms, and they dogpile him.

From the floor, Lucas groans, “Welcome home, asshole.”

#the real season 3 #upcoming fics #sneak peek #sts3 #posted for that one anon

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richiethedicktozier · 6 years

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Bichie and twins Prompt where Richie has a crush on big bill and Mike W. is like bro,, just go for it and richie is like!! No one asked u michael!! Leave me alone! But of course his brother doesn't leave it alone and starts to meddle with richie and bills relationship 2 get them together

Fourth of July weekend and downtown Derry was packed to the gills with tourists. Both Richie and Mike were invited to join Stan at his failed attempt to go bird watching. When they joined Stan at the end of his street, Bill was there waiting on his bike. He had binoculars on his neck, offering them to Stan who had to begrudgingly say the park was going to be too packed. They’d just have to enjoy the fair instead– like that was so bad.

The four of them were camouflaged among the crowds, trying to find a bench in the park to sit and eat their swirled ice cream. After nearly ten minutes, Stan plopped down at the bottom of a tree and without any better options, the others joined him.

“Sorry about your birds, Stanley.” Richie said, stretching his legs out. He nudged Stan’s knee and offered a smile.

“They’ll still be around next week.” Mike added, lying his head on his brother’s outstretched legs and staring up into the tree branches. He rested his cup of ice cream on his chest and avoided the drippings from Richie’s cone falling on his face.

“Y-Yeah! Wuh-Wuh-We’ll be around to help you when everyone goes back home.” Bill assured Stan. He smiled brightly, comforting him. Bill’s smile was always bright, but equally timid. Only one side of his smile extended up to his cheeks, the other side lifted in a dimpled quirk. It was one of the most beautiful smiles Richie had ever seen.

“Richie! Hey, come on.” Mike said, pushing Richie’s cone away from his face. “Look alive!”

“What?” He shifted his eyes back down to his brother, noting chocolate ice cream droplets on his forehead. “Oh, sorry.”

“What are you staring at?” Mike asked, craning his neck to look across Richie. Bill and Stan were still talking, Bill still smiling and comforting his disappointed friend. “Bill?”

“Shut up.” Richie hushed, leaning down to try and lower his brother’s voice with proximity. “I’m not staring.”

“Richie, you look like someone is ripping your heart out.” Mike laughed, looking between him and Bill. “Why don’t you do anything?”

“Like what?” Richie hissed, holding his cone near his face to try and hide their conversation. “You want me to talk to him?”

“Yes.” Mike deadpanned. “That’s a start.”

“That’s a horrible idea.” Richie scoffed, leaning back on his hand. “No fucking way.”

“Why not?” Mike asked with a long laugh.

“Why n-not what?” Bill asked, turning to them.

“N-Nothing.” Richie said, shaking his head.

“I have summer homework I need help with.” Mike said, grinning at Bill. “Do you think you could come over and help tomorrow, Bill? I know you’re better at English than I am.”

“R-Richie’s pretty good at it t-too.” Bill said, looking at him with that warm smile. Richie’s hand tightened too hard on the cone and cracked it down the middle. Mike shot up to avoid the ice cream falling on him.

“Yeah, but we’re both a little stumped on stuff. You should come over tomorrow.” Mike said, wiping his face and glaring at his brother.

“O-Okay. I’ll be there.” Bill said, lifting his cone to his lips.

Mike situated himself next to Richie with a shit-eating grin on his face. Richie sat beside him with his broken cone and ice cream running down his bare hand and restrained his commentary. Richie stood to leave, slapping the ice cream cone on his brother’s head before walking off.

When Mike returned home, ice cream stains on the collar of his shirt, Richie refused to acknowledge him. Even in their bunk beds, Richie made sure to face the wall, his brother unable to rouse him. Richie couldn’t believe him. Inviting Richie’s best friend over with that fucking smirk on his face. What was Richie doing to even warrant the invitation? He was just looking– just listening to his friend speak! It wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t noticeable. Richie wasn’t being obvious. He made sure he always kept a distance and a inconspicuous look. What was Mike going to do?

Eventually, gritting his teeth the entire time, Richie got up and went downstairs. His brother was downstairs, eating cereal out of the box and he could hear his mother in the other room already on the phone with Mrs. Byers, the two of them catching up more often since their move.

“Bill should be here soon.” Mike said, still grinning. “You look nice for the event.”

Richie was still in his pajamas. “Shut up, Mike.”

“I will when you stop being afraid of your best friend.” Mike teased, shoving the box into his chest. He shouldered past Richie and wrapped around the stair banister to go up to their room again.

“I hate you!” Richie called, shoving cereal in his mouth. “I do not look like my heart is being ripped out.”

“Yes you do.” Mike said, his head sticking out over the railing. “You really do.” Richie threw a fistful of cereal towards him, Mike disappearing up the stairs with a laugh. Richie leaned against the counter, still eating, and listening to his brother bang around upstairs. The next bang he heard was on the front door.

“Richie, would you get that!” His mom said, appearing around the corner, phone pressed on her shoulder.

“But Mike’s closer!” Richie said.

“I don’t care. Answer the door.” She said firmly, raising her eyebrows. “And stop eating cereal with your hands, Richie. That’s unsanitary.”

“Mom.”

“Richard.”

“Fine.” Richie sighed and stomped away. He made sure to groan as loudly as he could before opening the door. In his annoyance, he forgot just who he was opening the door to. “Oh. Fuck. H-Hi Bill.”

“Hey, Richie.” Bill said, already with a smile forming slowly on his lips. “I luh-like your pajamas.” He pointed at the penguins decorating his pants in the middle of the blistering summer.

“Thanks.” Richie tried to sound grateful, but his face heated up the moment he turned away to let Bill in. He walked them through the house to the kitchen, using the walk to extend the silence between them; Richie literally had no jokes or comments to cover up his pant faux pas. He motioned with the cereal box for Bill to put his backpack on the table. He leaned against the counter again, shaking the box to make sound rather than words.

“Duh-Duh-Did I wake you up?” Bill asked, knitting his eyebrows together. His smile disappeared.

“No. No. I was up with Mike a little bit ago. Getting breakfast.” Richie tried to reassure Bill and get the smile back, but he didn’t have that ability yet. “Do you want some?” He held the box out to Bill, a piece of Frosted Flake falling to the ground.

“No thank you.” He said, gently pushing it back towards Richie. He turned his eyes away from it, like the rejection was a denial of himself too.

“Are you sure?” Richie asked. “I mean, it’s not a big deal. It’s just cereal.” Bill continued to shake his head, but with far more vigor needed for a geninue decline. “Bill, I know your mom has been forgetting to buy groceries for you.” Forgetting was Bill’s word, but Richie knew it was purposeful.

“W-What?”

“I heard you a while ago talking to Bev. Eat something .Take my cereal.” Richie began digging through the cabinets behind him for a bowl. He poured a bowl of cereal for Bill before he could correctly argue the gesture. It was in front of him, spoon and all, before Bill could properly speak a word. “Just take the fucking bowl, Denbrough.”

Bill slowly picked up his spoon. “You’re a gr-gr-great friend, Richie. Have to say, I like this for you a lot.”

“I like you too.” Richie spat the words out, miscalculating Bill’s sincerity. Bill looked up from his spoonful with wide, confused eyes. “Fuck. I-I… Uh, fuck.”

“F-Fuck what?” Bill asked, a laugh hissing out between his teeth as he attempted to keep a straight face. “I-I’m not following.”

“Nevermind.” Richie sighed. It was a joke now. He had confessed his feelings and now it was a goddamn joke. Where was his fucking brother to put him out of his misery? “Mike! Bill’s here! Get your ass down here.”

His brother seemed to be waiting for the call and was down in record time, and without a second call from their mother either. Asshole.

“Hey, Bill!” Mike was glowing at the discomfort of his brother, his awkward shame already darkening Richie’s cheeks. “Think you can help me?”

“Again, I-I don’t know why you called m-m-me. Richie’s good with English.”

“Richie’s an idiot.” Mike shrugged the compliment off for his brother, pulling the chair beside Bill out and sitting at the table. He winked at Richie.

“He’s-s-s not an idiot, Mike. Come on. Richie’s one of the brightest people I know.” Bill countered, pointing his spoon at Mike. “Alth-th-though, maybe not when a girl’s around.”

Truthfully, Richie didn’t know how he was supposed to act around girls. Other boys stumbled and fell over their words. Richie didn’t feel that way about them. He was just trying to fit in. Instead, he fell over his words when it came to a boy that constantly did the same, no matter who he was talking to.

“Very funny.” Richie scoffed, trying to redirect the conversation away from him; his brother looked far too smug.

“Girls?” Mike laughed, reaching over and taking the cereal box from his brother. “You should see him when there are boys around–”

“Mike!” Richie cried, kicking his brother stiffly in the shins. “Shut the fuck up!”

“What are y-y-you talking about?” Bill said, still eating his cereal at a calm pace.

“Nothing.” Richie said harshly, hissing at his brother. “Mike’s just being a shithead.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll leave you to talk about your fucking poetry or whatever.” Richie could feel himself trying to sink into the floor with every step. He couldn’t believe his brother, putting him out there like that. Richie wasn’t scared that Bill would reject who he was, or that the secret would go elsewhere beyond their kitchen; he just couldn’t believe he wasn’t able to tell Bill himself. His brother had to do it out of restless spite after watching Richie repress his words into longing stares.

“Richie, wait.” Bill’s chair skidded across the kitchen floor as he quickly jumped to his feet. Richie was almost up stairs when a hand was yanking him back down. “D-Did I do something?”

“No. You didn’t do anything.” Richie sighed. “I just want to go to my room.”

“Thank you. For the cereal.” Bill said, releasing Richie’s arm and respecting his wishes to escape the conversation. “I didn’t know a-a-anyone listened to me like that.” Bill’s hand stopped at Richie’s fingertips. “Thank you.” His hand fell back to his side.

“I always listen to you.” Richie said, breath caught in his chest and swirling into a microscopic and disastrous tornado, making every moment he held his breath a blistering hell.

“Well, I have to suh-say, I like it.” His stutter broke up his words, but his eyes stayed focused on Richie. “I like you. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too.” Richie said.

“I know.” Bill laughed, stepping down from the stairs. “Walk me hu-hu-home when I’m done tutoring?”

“Yeah, of course. Yeah. I’d love to.” Richie sputtered, nodding quickly.

“Come up when I’m done?”

“Yeah.” Richie kept nodding, already dizzy and breathless. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

“My hero.” He winked at Richie jokingly, already starting to retreat back to the kitchen. Before turning away, Richie saw his lips lift into a flattered, timid smile. His lips were pressed together and his cheeks were dimpled in embarrassment, but it was the most precious sight of Richie’s life.

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