#also just look at dustin and lucas in the second to last gif!

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Life Guard

(Billy Hargrove x Female Reader)

Synopsis: It's the middle of summer and everyone decides to go to the pool. You don't know how to swim, but at least Billy's on duty.

Warnings: Language, almost drowning, protective Billy

Word Count: 3169

A/N: Here's that protective Billy fic I was talking about! Also, is the title cheesy? It's definitely cheesy. Should I change it? And I just had to use this gif. I mean, look at his back!

The hottest day of the year meant one thing: pool day. Everyone had agreed to meet there after picking up their assigned children.

“I’m pretty sure this is what Hell feels like,” Erica said after closing her door.

You chuckled and agreed, pulling out of the Sinclair driveway.

“You both brought your sunscreen, right,” you asked, looking in your rearview mirror at Lucas and Erica.

They nodded.

“Good. Max?” You glanced toward her before turning back to the road.

“Do you really need to ask?” She tugged gently at her hair.

“Just checking,” you said. “I have extra if anyone needs it.”

It didn’t take you long to reach the pool. When you arrived, Steve, Robin, and Dustin were already there.

You caught the last second of Steve cannonballing and splashing Dustin when Robin waved you all over.

“Finally! The testosterone was becoming too much!” Robin said, dramatic as ever.

“Have you been here long?” You set your bag beside the lounger and took a seat. Max, Lucas, and Erica didn’t waste any time jumping in.

“Ten whole minutes,” she whined, making you chuckle.

“Then it’s a good thing I got here when I did,” you said, grinning.

You relaxed into your chair after slipping your sandals off. The umbrella provided enough coverage to keep the sun off you. It was as cool as you were going to get out here.

Not knowing how to swim certainly put a damper on things during the summer months, but it was never something you were in a rush to learn. For you, summer meant working and saving up for college, not hanging out at the pool—one of the many reasons your friends insisted you come with them. They all knew you couldn’t swim. They also knew a public pool wasn’t the most conducive to learning, but you knew it’d be fine. Robin and Nancy would sit and chat with you anyway. The boys and the kids were the ones who took full advantage of the water.

“So,” Robin grinned, leaning in closer, “who do you think's gonna get water up their nose first?”

You tapped your chin as if in serious thought. “Dustin.”

“I was thinking the same.” She nodded as if you had concluded an important meeting.

Said child seemed to be having a race with Steve and Lucas toward the deep end while Erica and Max were leaning on pool noodles and laughing.

Faintly, a lifeguard’s whistle was mixed with shrieks of joy and splashes. The piece of metal fell to the guard’s exposed chest. Your eyes trailed along his strong shoulders and neck to land on his face.

Billy.

The heat in your cheeks was no longer from the weather.

Your friendship with Billy Hargrove was unexpected, to say the least. His friendship with the rest of your group—even more so. Fighting an interdimensional monster would do that to someone.

He’d changed a lot since last summer. Fortunately, it was for the better. It was obvious in the way he handled his job here. Billy had ruled the pool with an iron fist before. Now, he was less severe. You’d been here a few times already this summer, and not once had he threatened banishment to some too-excited kid who disregarded the safety rules.

You clocked the scars along his abdomen.

It had taken months of reassurance and support for him to take his shirt off. Before then, you never would have described Billy as insecure, but the Mind Flayer stole so much from him. You were just thankful it wasn’t worse. Joyce had closed the gate right on time.

Now, he sat in his chair with his shoulders back, relaxed, and surveyed the area like he used to.

Though he wore sunglasses, you knew he was looking at you when his head stopped in your direction.

You gave him a small smile and a little wave, and he answered with a flirty smirk of his own.

“Get a room,” Robin groaned. “You’re both ridiculous!”

You playfully swatted her.

She’d known for a while now how you felt about Billy. She had caught you staring a little too long, then at a sleepover, made you spill. And it brought you such relief to tell someone.

“C’mon, you’ve been flirting for months!”

“You know he flirts with everyone,” you said.

“Not since what happened,” she countered. “And I know you’ve noticed it, too.”

You had, but you were sure it was just because you'd been there. He had no reason to hide from you. And that gave him the space to be himself again. It’d only be a matter of time before he was chatting up one of the women strutting by his tower trying to get his attention.

She sighed. “All I’m saying is, I think you should give it a chance.” She poked your arm. “You have chemistry, and I know you’d be good together.”

You squeezed her hand. “Thank you.”

She stood, stretching. “Anytime. Now, I’m gonna get something from the vending machine. Any requests?”

“Whatever you’re getting.”

She nodded, walking toward the machines.

You pulled out your book, determined to finish it before you left the pool. Or before Billy got off his shift.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Dustin called. “Can you bring me my goggles?”

“Sure!” You scooped them up from the edge of Robin’s chair and walked over to him. “Here”

“Thanks.” He gave you that smile you loved.

“Where’s Steve?” you asked, looking around.

“He’s gonna do the high dive. I think he’s trying to impress the girl in the blue bikini,” he said, nodding across the pool.

You shook your head slightly. “He knows that won’t actually work, right?”

He shrugged. “I tried to tell him.”

“In other words, ice cream is a must after this.” You usually followed the same rulebook for Steve’s failed flirting as you did for Robin: ice cream and a bitch sesh.

“Ice cream is always a must.”

You laughed, eyes focused on his smiling face.

Maybe if you were paying more attention, you would’ve seen the little boy running to the diving boards. You may have moved in time to avoid him bumping into you and sending you straight into the deep end.

—

Billy spotted you the moment you walked toward Robin with your gaggle of children. Max had told him she’d be here with the rest of your group. So, when the first to arrive were Steve, Robin, and Dustin, he deflated a little.

Ten minutes later, he straightened and ran a hand through his hair. He hadn’t felt like this since he was a little kid. You made his stomach twist in the best possible way and your smile? He’d do anything to see it.

Every so often, he’d glance back your way. You and Robin laughed at something and his lips ticked up ever so slightly.

He always kept an eye on you. He didn’t want to miss the way your shoulders shook as you laughed. Or the smile you gave El when she wanted you to watch her hold her breath. Or the view he’d get when you bent over facing toward or away from him—he didn’t know which he preferred.

He also knew you couldn’t swim. And every time you showed up, he watched you—made sure you stayed away from the edge. Part of him wished you wouldn’t come to the pool, but the selfish side loved when you did.

It was easier when he was off duty. He didn’t have to pay attention to everyone else. He’d sit at the foot of your lounger and talk to you while the others swam. You’d poke him with your toes if he flustered you too much, and he’d grab your feet and move closer to put them on his lap. He’d graze a finger up the bottom of one, and when you went to pull away, he’d grip your ankle and laugh, promising not to do it again.

You’d ask him to reapply sunscreen to your back. And each time he’d massage it into your shoulders, your neck—his thumbs pushing the tension away—down until he reached your swimsuit, and then move onto your arms. You’d always tell him you could do that part, and he’d grunt at you, wanting to touch you a little longer.

Then, when he finished, you’d offer the same, and he’d turn around, stifling a moan when your hands rubbed his shoulders and down his spine. He’d tease you, ask if you could do his chest, to which you rolled your eyes, but did it anyway because you told him once you didn’t think he applied enough to begin with. You never said it was because you liked touching him, too.

He continued scanning the rest of the pool. It wouldn’t be long before his shift ended, and he could finally join you.

Everything was relatively calm—kids playing, parents sitting with one another, high schoolers gossiping as they floated. Everything was normal.

“(Y/N)!”

His head shot to the panicked voice, dread clawing his gut.

Dustin’s arms waved frantically at Billy.

Where were you?

And he dove in.

You were sinking, bubbles no longer escaping your mouth. And the feeling in his gut worsened as your eyes slowly closed.

He’d taken his eyes away from you for a second.

That was all it took.

Just one second.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, using the other to propel himself upward.

Dustin was still panicking and had gathered the attention of his friends, who had rushed forward when Billy emerged.

Billy vaguely noticed Steve above him.

“Help me get her out,” Billy called. “Lay her down.”

Steve hauled you by your arms, using the towel around his neck as a pillow. Billy was beside you in a moment doing compressions.

“C’mon,” he muttered before pinching your nose and pushing air into your lungs. “C’mon.”

Each press into your chest made his hurt.

He couldn’t lose you. He just couldn’t. Not like this, not when you survived so much. Not when you’d become so important to him. Not before he could tell you.

You coughed, water spurting from your throat as you instinctively turned to get it out.

Relief washed over him.

“It’s okay, baby. Just breathe,” he whispered, rubbing your back. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Your coughing slowly subsided, but your breath shook, and the urge to cry crept up your nose. You’d been so close. You felt the water burning your lungs as you sunk further and further.

Billy’s body heat comforted you as you shivered. You rested your head in the crook of his neck. The warmth of his skin made you shudder at the contrast. All the energy had been drained from you. You were just so cold, so fucking scared.

“I’ve got you, honey,” he repeated, placing a towel around your shoulders. “Let’s go to a chair, okay?”

He was so gentle with you, only his tone registering, but whatever he was saying, you’d agree with.

He hooked an arm under your knees and his other around your back and walked you to one of the Adirondack chairs.

Kneeling in front of you, he covered your hands with his.

“(Y/N).”

You stared at your joined hands, wanting to burrow into him to have some semblance of warmth.

“Sweetheart, I need you to look at me,” he said.

You did.

“You’re safe now.” He used one hand to graze the side of your thigh. “How ‘bout I take you home?”

You slowly nodded. This was the last place you wanted to be. Your nerves felt so exposed here.

“Okay.” He smiled gently, brushing your forehead with his lips as he rose to his feet.

“Here,” Robin said, setting your tote beside you. She placed a hand on your shoulder, and you touched it in thanks.

Billy pulled your coverup out of it and slipped it over your head.

“C’mon,” he shouldered your bag, “let’s go home.”

His arm went around your waist as he led you through the locker room to get his belongings.

When you got to his car, he placed you in the passenger seat and hooked you.

The way to your home was silent. And that was okay. You were still trying to settle yourself, and just being out of there helped.

Billy had put a hand on your thigh, needing to remind himself that you were next to him—that you were still breathing.

It comforted you—he did that in general. Maybe in a different situation, it would fill your stomach with butterflies. But right now, it was the contact you needed.

He was right here. And so were you.

You were grateful your parents were out when you arrived. You didn’t think you could handle any questions.

Billy’s hand was at the small of your back as you walked inside and went to your room to change. And he went to the kitchen to get you some water.

You got out of that swimsuit as fast as you could. Once Billy left, all you wanted was for him to come back.

It was like your chest didn’t hurt as much when he was in your line of sight.

He’d changed out of his suit and was waiting on the couch, patting the back of it when he saw you.

“Feel any better?” he asked.

You nodded slowly. “A bit.”

“What about inside? Anything hurt?” He leaned toward you, scanning your figure like he could pinpoint those spots.

“I’m fine, Billy,” you said. “Really. Maybe a little shaky, but that’s it. You don’t…” You didn’t want him to go, but you didn’t want to force him to stay. “You can go back if you want to. I know you wanted to hang out with everyone.” You didn’t want to feel like a burden. Billy deserved more than being tied down here with you.

He didn’t speak.

He wanted to hang out with you. He may have befriended everyone else, but you were the one he wanted to be around.

You had stopped shaking and coughing. Your breathing seemed normal, and the fear in your eyes was gone. You looked more exhausted than anything.

But still, he kept flashing back to you sinking.

He could’ve lost you. If Dustin hadn’t yelled, you might not be here. And he feared if he left you now, it’d somehow all be a dream. You wouldn't be sitting next to him. You’d be at the bottom of the pool, and he’d have to live with the guilt of not being able to save you.

But you were here. And you were okay. And he had to keep reminding himself of that.

“Let me stay,” he breathed, eyes pleading.

Yours softened, and you nodded.

He gave you a grateful smile. “Good. How about a movie? You can pick anyone you want, sweetheart.”

The pet name sent shivers up your spine, and he noticed. A concerned look covered his features.

“Are you okay? Are you still cold?” he asked, scooting closer.

You shook your head. You were definitely far from cold.

“Does it hurt anywhere?”

“Billy, I’m fine,” you urged.

“You inhaled a lot of water—”

“I promise.” You put a hand over his. “I just…I like when you call me that.” You played with your fingers, avoiding his gaze.

His face pulled in confusion. When he called you what?

He tried to think of what you were talking about, and then it dawned on him. He hadn’t even noticed he’d been doing it.

A grin spread across his face.

“You like it when I call you ‘sweetheart’?” He moved, his knee touching yours.

You nodded slightly.

“What about ‘honey’?” His head tilted so he could try and meet your eyes.

Again, you nodded, but the smallest of smiles tugged at your lips.

“And ‘baby’?” He lifted your chin with a finger, and your breath hitched.

“Yes,” you whispered. “I like it.”

“How would you feel if I used them all the time?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, but the smile still spread. “I’d like it.”

“And what if I wanted to use them in front of our friends? Would you be okay with that?” he asked, leaning in.

“Only if you asked me out first,” you said.

He chuckled. “Could I still kiss you right now?”

“You better.”

His lips pressed against yours a second later. He tasted like mint and the barest traces of smoke and chlorine. He pulled you into his lap so you straddled him, and your hands cupped both sides of his neck. 

You loved how warm he was. Every time you saw him, you wanted to burrow beneath his clothing and find a home there. You didn’t know if it was his Cali sun-kissed skin, or maybe the fire from his cigarettes, or a combination of both, but it was entirely Billy.

His hand trailed up your back to your neck, his other gripping your thigh, trying to plant you there. And part of you wished he’d squeeze harder so the bruises would remind you of this moment.

But you had to pull away.

You panted into each other's mouths, foreheads pressed together. And his hands slid to your waist and wrapped around you, hugging you to him.

“There’s somethin’ I have to tell you,” he whispered, lips brushing your cheek.

“You can tell me anything,” you said, thumb rubbing his jaw.

“I love you.”

You pulled back to look at him better. “What?”

“I,” he cleared his throat, “I love you.”

You caught the panic in his eyes, but before he could move, you put your hands atop his.

“I love you,” you breathed, smiling.

He laughed, cupping your cheeks to kiss you—soft and sweet, and it felt like love.

“Does this mean I can call you ‘baby’?” you asked, a teasing lit to your voice.

He grinned, pulling you closer by your hips. “You better.”

He kissed you again, and you had the passing thought that you could do this all the time.

—

The next time you went to the pool, Billy had a lounger and umbrella for you right behind the lifeguard chair.

He greeted you with a kiss, his hand slipping down to squeeze your ass. But you caught it. As much as you liked how physical he was, you weren’t about to let the other pool goers see.

“You shouldn’t have anything to worry about, honey. Just sit back and relax,” he said.

“Why’s that?” you asked, pushing one of his curls behind his shoulder.

“‘Cause I banned that little shit.” He shrugged.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t actually do that,” you said, laughing lightly.

“But he doesn’t.” He kissed you again. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Now, enjoy the show.” He winked, then reclaimed his place on his chair.

You shook your head slightly but did as he said. And at one point, when you called out a ‘baby’ to get his attention, you knew the flush on his cheeks wasn’t from the sun.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy Hargrove x y/n #billy Hargrove x you #billy Hargrove x female reader #billy Hargrove x fem!reader #billy Hargrove fluff #billy Hargrove angst #billy Hargrove imagine #billy Hargrove fanfic

[bylrndgm]

i noticed something...

I was watching S04E01 (because I needed screencaps for an edit I made that I’ll post sooner or later) and, oh my, I had to share with you all.

As soon Lucas says this, look at Mike’s reaction:

To me it just screams: “yeah you’re right”. And there is even a little disappointment? And what about the last frames where he nods a few times as to convince himself?

I haven’t made a gif but seconds later he is nervously playing with the shoulder strap of his backpack.

We understand here, that they started high school with a goal: to make things better, to change, twist their lives for the best.

But then we see Mike and well... he looks disappointed, almost guilty, getting nervous, because he knows that for him things didn’t get better: new chapter but same book, same mindset, same everything. 

He nods, trying to convince himself that maybe, things will eventually get better.

Now fast forward to Mike and Dustin’s search for a sub for Eddie’s campaign. After search with no results, Mike proceeds saying this:

If we assume correct the supposition that high school didn’t really provide Mike with the change he wanted to have, then, it’s understandable that he hates high school, and so, why keeping convincing himself that things will be any different?

Also, by saying hate it means that he’s still hoping things will change, he hasn’t given up on that already (when you say you hate something, means you still care, remember xoxo).

But again just notice Mike’s expressions a few moments later, because he’s either on the verge of crying or just out of breath.

In this last one gif, to me, it’s pretty clear that is the first option: he’s on the verge of tears. I am feeling it in my bones, blame it on my water placements, but it couldn’t be any clearer.

So, my take on this, and I ought to kiss my meninges because for once in their lives have clicked on something, is that:

Will left, and Mike had to re-adjust his life, find another balancing point

No wonder he started playing DnD again, it’s like connecting with his inner child and keep Will next to him even if he’s far

However, as much as he wanted high school to bring some fresh air into his life that didn’t happen and Mike is left with hating high school because it didn’t bring any clarity, Will’s still in California, nothing has changed.

The only person that can actually substitute Lucas would be Will and the reason why he hates high school it’s that it had to help him not to think about Will being far, but here he is again, thinking of him.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this, btw! Hope it made some sense!!

#byler #mine #byler proof #byler evidence #byler analysis #besties i know in that gif he's about to cry #i just know that #you know when your throat starts burning and your eyes get watery but you can't cry #and you start swallowing but it's so hard and painful #this is it #this analysis and really any analysis i do are based on my scorpio sun #cancer moon and scorpio mercury i swear. #the way my little brain eureka'd after this #lol #mom

[mamibaddie]

Eddie, my love || Eddie Munson x witch!Reader

Chapter 2: A Cup of Tea

Authors note: hey everyone! This is the second chapter of “Eddie, my love.” I want to specify that the reader doesn’t actually look like The Scarlet Witch. I just wanted you to in vision her/them doing what’s depicted. Again, the reader has the same powers as the Scarlet Witch, that’s why I’ll be using gifs of hers. However, instead of her color being red, it’s a dark purple. Here’s a link to chapter 1 in case you missed it.I also don’t consent to my story being posted any where or it being translated.

Summary: Reader seeks help from a reliable source.

Warnings: stages of Grief and denial. I believe that’s it for now but it’s still 18+ only!!

https://tsumamibaddie.tumblr.com/post/688921230664941568/eddie-my-love-eddie-munson-x-witchreader

You knew what you were about to do had to be against some type of moral code. However, desperate times calls for desperate measures. You couldn’t go to the crew about this. They had their own grief to process. Dustin being torn from the inside. Seeing Lucas read Stephen King to Max in hopes she’d hear, only for there to be hardly anything left; if anything at all. They were far too young to go through something like this. They weren’t emotionally or physically equipped for this. But you were.

That’s why you ended up at her house. The perfect little two story house in a perfect little town. You walk past her rose garden and perfectly manicured lawn. If you didn’t know any better, you’d wonder how she had everything so put together. You knocked on her violet colored door. You remember the last time you saw her. How she told you exactly who you were, or what you are. You chose not to believe her because it was easier that way. You didn’t want to believe that you possessed so much power that you could either destroy or rule the cosmos.

Shaking you from your thoughts, she opened the door. She looked a smugly at you. “I knew you’d be back.” She said. “Hello to you. Can I come in?” She started for think. “Well anyone can walk into a home.” You breathed out a sigh. You didn’t have the time or patience for this. Both are wearing thin. “May I come in?” You say, putting emphasis on the word, May. “Certainly.” She moves past to let you in.

Her house, on the outside looks like any normal suburban home. However, on the inside is riddled with all types of witchy trinkets with mugwort dancing in the air. “I suppose you’re not here to see how I’m doing. “ she said walking into her kitchen. She had a cauldron on the stove with fog pouring out of it. She walked over to stir it. “So, what do you need?” You licked your lips and cleared your throat. “I was wondering if you could tell me a little more about myself? Maybe…help me know what I’m capable of.” She stopped and looked over her shoulder at you. “What is this for exactly?” “Don’t worry about it.” You say, a little too quick for her liking. “The fate of the cosmos are potentially in my hands I think I need to know a little more about what you’re planning to do.” So you tell her about everything. About Vecna. About his weaknesses. About Hawkins. About Max. About….Eddie…

“So… this… Eddie… he must be pretty special.” She said pouring you some tea from her kettle. “He means a lot to me.” She barked out a laugh. “Oh sweetheart, the mechanics at the place I take my car to get work done at means a lot to me too but you don’t see me considering necromancy, do you?” She stopped for a second and looked at you. “Necromancy is typically frowned down upon. They usually don’t come back the same but given you are suppose to be a myth, you’d be able to restore his body and bring back who he was before.” You began to feel hopefully again. You’d be reunited with Eddie. Dustin wouldn’t be riddled with grief anymore. “But what about Max?” You couldn’t forget the red head girl. In such a short time, you have begun to really care about Max and Erica, as if they were your own little sisters. You couldn’t bring Eddie back and not Max. You also wanted Lucas to be happy. You wanted them to be able to go on their date to the movies on Friday. As promised. “You mentioned that there was nothing left when you tried to read her mind, right?” “Yes I did.” “Well, I’m afraid she’s gone. Not much you can do with an active body and no soul. Unless…” you looked at her expectedly. She got up and waved her hand. “Come follow me.” You followed her down to her basement. “This is my sanctuary. Where all my spell books are kept. Under lock…” she said while turning a key, it made a sound. “And key.” You looked around the basement. Symbols were seen floating around in different areas. “What are those?” You say pointing at the symbols. “Oh those?” She asks. “Those are runes. In any given space, only the witch that casts them can use they’re powers.” You shake your head, taking it all in. “Noted.”

She began to draw with her hands and fingers. Little wisps of purple coming out. “You came here seeking to know more about the power you possess. I just want to warn you, it is far more than you can imagine. You won’t be able to learn how to use all of them overnight. But In due time, you’ll be ready.”

You sighed, “I don’t have much time. I need to know as soon as possible.” She pulled out a dark covered book with stone and metal. “Well then, we better get started.” She opened it up and the pages began to turn on their own. “What is that?” You asked. “It’s called Darkhold. It’s the Book of The Damned. It was created using dark magic. You have an entire chapter dedicated to you in it.” You backed away, unsure about it. “What does it do?” “It has the potential to corrupt anyone who uses it, but it depends on your intentions. I assume your intentions are good. As long as you don’t seek vengeance, you should be fine.” She passes it over for you to read. “It even has a way for you to get both your love and your friend back. It’s a bit tricky, but I know you’ll manage. Let’s begin.”

For days, you went back to Miranda’s house. Staying for hours, perfecting the many spells that she taught you. Both from herself and from the Darkhold. You could tell that the crew was worried about you, especially Dustin. It appears that you have become reclusive since Eddie’s passing. But you needed to get this right. The fate of the world depends on it. On the last day of your lessons Miranda let’s you know that your ready. “Remember what I taught you. You already have it. You just have to carry it out with confidence.” “You’re right,” you say, “I know what I need to do.” She smiled, “that’s my girl. Now remember, this Vecna guy may be the Prince of Time. But you’re the Ruler of it. Never forget that.” You smiled at her, “Thank you Miranda. For everything.” She smiled back at you. “You’re welcome Y/N. If you ever need me, I’ll be there.” She closes the door.

You walk down her steps and towards the crosswalk. You went home that day around dusk and poured you a cup of tea from your kettle. You sat down and relaxed. While your astral projection was studying the Darkhold in the other room. Tomorrow would be the day that you’ll do it. It was a week since Eddie’s passing and since Max’s tragedy. No one knew what you were about to do and you needed to keep it that way. Just as you were studying. You heard a fate, yell of your name, “Y/N…” “Y/N.. help!” You couldn’t wait anymore. You moved the Darkhold to the side. You were going tonight.

Taglist: @imatrisk @tanyaherondale

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson x black!reader #Eddie munson x witch!reader #Eddie munson x scarlet witch!reader

[lightmeuplivly]

The New Girl

eddie munson x reader

summary: there is a a new girl at hawkins high who seems to have a crush on someone

warnings: none I don't think

word count: 1.3k

(mot proof read)

(not my gif)

Who was that? You had just walked into the Hawkins High lunchroom for the first time. You moved to Hawkins last week to start your senior year because your dad got a new job here. When you walked in you saw this boy. Could you really call him a boy? He really looked like a man. But he was so hot. You saw him yelling while walking across his table. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. He had brown eyes, dark curly hair, and his hands had these cool rings on them. After that lunch you were determined to get to know him.

The next day you saw him leaned up against his van. You found out his name was Eddie Munson and that he sold weed. Your friend Max told you. She was a freshman but she was still nice. You spent that whole day just staring at him. He was so pretty. That day you also met a few other freshmen, Mike, Dustin and Lucas. They were really nice and helpful. You noticed that Mike and Dustin sat next to Eddie at lunch and got the courage to ask them a few questions about him.

“How are you guys friends with Eddie?” you asked as innocently as you could.

“Oh we play D&D with him,” Dustin answered.

“Oh Dungeons and Dragons I played that with my friends back home” you said excitedly. This was how you would get close to him.

“Do you guys think that you could ask Eddie if I could play?” you asked hopefully that they would help you.

“Yeah, for sure we could ask him,” Mike said. Your stomach did twirls, this would be your chance to get close to him.

“Thank you guys so much,” you said. The two freshmen were a little skeptical as to why you wanted to join but didn’t pay that much mind to it.

__

“Eddie, could I ask you something really fast?” Dustin said. He waited until after the meeting to ask about you.

“Yeah, what’s up Henderson”

“There's this new girl her name is Y/N and she really is interested in playing with us”

Eddie knew you. He saw you in the halls a few times and thought you were the most beautiful girl in Hawkins. He was also aware that you hung out with Dustin and his friends and waited for the right time to try to get to know you.

“Yeah i’ve heard of her” He stammered out trying to sound as chill as possible.

“Does she know how to play?”

“Yeah, she said she played all the time back in her old town”

“Cool. Yeah tell her she can come to the next meeting”

“Okay, thanks i’ll tell her”

Dustin left and decided he would tell you tomorrow.

__

When Dustin came up to your locker to tell you the news he heard you talking to Max

“Max, Eddie Munson is hot and I feel like we have a lot in common so playing D&D with him could get me closer to him and then I don’t know it could possibly be something…”

When you closed your locker you saw Dustins surprised face.

“YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON EDDI-”

“Keep your voice down,” you said, trying to shut Dustin up.

He held his hands up in surrender trying not to laugh. “I just came to tell you that you can play, but it looks like I found something much more interesting,” he said.

“1. Thank you so much for doing that, 2. Please don’t tell anyone only you and Max know and I would like you to keep it that way”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. The next meeting is tomorrow after school in the drama room”

“Thanks Dustin, I owe you” he says a quick, ’no problem’ and goes to his next class

“Y/N if you’re gonna go at least try to make a move he might feel the same way…” Max said leaning back against your locker. You thought about it for a second. Maybe there’s a possibility he could like you back. No he would like you he barely knows and he’s way cooler than you.

“I’ll try, I’m just hoping i won’t embarrass myself”

“Y/N, you won’t you’re really pretty he would be dumb if he doesn’t find you atractive”

“Maybe Max Maybe”

After you left Max to go to your next class all you could think about was how tomorrow would go. When you went to sleep that night you dreamt of what it would be like if he was actually yours.

__

The school day went by really fast. All you could think about was how Hellfire would go, saying you were nervous was an understatement. Why were you getting so nervous? It was just a guy, but that guy happened to be Eddie Munson. When you first walked into the drama room you saw Dustin, Mike and Lucas. You decided to stick by them until the meeting started. Lucas sensed you were nervous.

“Are you okay Y/N”

“Yeah I’m fine”

“You seem tense”

“Yeah I had a test today and I’m hoping I get a good grade that’s all”

He decided to drop it after that. A minute or two later Eddie walked in, and everyone sat down at the table you sat between Lucas and Dustin. After everyone was seated Eddie started talking.

“Okay nerds, we have a new player with us today, Y/N we welcome you to the freak show,” he said with a smirk. You couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“Thank you for having me, it's an honor to be here” you said smiling.

When the game started Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You played with such grace and he loved seeing your smile when you rolled a high number. After a while the game was over and almost everyone left. You had so much fun and actually talked to Eddie a few times. You learned that he was really funny and very nice to you. After you said bye to your three freshmen friends you headed to the door but before you could touch the handle…

“Y/N” Eddie called after you

“Yeah Eddie?”

“I was wondering if I could walk you out to your car?”

Your heart melted. Eddie Munson wanted to walk you out to your car, it wasn’t much but it filled your stomach with butterflies. “Eddie you don’t have to do that” You said sweetly.

“No it’s okay I want to” He said with a smile. On the inside, Eddie was nervous that you would think he was weird and wouldn’t like him.

“Okay you can walk me out”

It was a silent walk through the hallways and outside until you made it to your car.

“Thank You Eddie for letting me play tonight I had so much fun and would like to come back again”

“It’s no problem and you’re welcome back anytime”

Okay this was your moment.

“Eddie before you go I wanted to ask you something,”

“Yeah, what’s up?” He was nervous; he didn't know what you would say.

“EddieIlikeyouandnotinafriendwayandItwouldbesupercoolifwecouldgooutsometime” you said really fast.

“Huh?”

“Eddie, I like you. I like you alot and I was wondering if we could go out sometime” you breathed out hoping you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself.

“Y/N Y/L/N, are you asking me out?” he said with a half smirk.

“Yes I am,” you said confidently.

“Well in that case I would like to say that I like you too and I was planning on asking you out right now but you kinda beat me to it” he said scratching the back of his head.

“Sorry but you were kinda taking too long,” you said laughing.

When you stopped laughing he leaned closer and lightly brushed your lips with his. You kissed back quickly and it turned into a mini make-out sesh in front of your car. When you both pulled apart he said…

“So about that date,”

Pt.2

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[greetings-and-salutations]

“Why Are We Chasing Ghostbusters?”

Steve Harrington x Reader

Day 3 of the 13 Nights of Halloween Spooktacular!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: Steve was not ready for Trick-or-Treating with (Y/n)…

Warnings: starred out swears words, a complete lack of adherence to the source material, I picked your costume for you AGAIN 😂😂😂

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this.” Steve complained, fiddling with his cape in annoyance, the large red “S” on his chest standing out against the blue of his shirt. He was Superman, though certainly not of his own volition. But that’s what happened when you wait til the absolute last second to go shopping for costumes.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, the complimenting Wonder Woman crown glinting in the street lights as she turned to look at him.

“You look great.” She complimented, before continuing to tug him down the street by his hand, the plastic pumpkin bucket full of candy swishing at her side.

“Aren’t we too old to go trick-or-treating anyways?” Steve asked, flicking a piece of chocolate into his mouth. (Y/n) turned to him with an offended gasp.

“Hush your mouth! You’re never to old for classic holiday fun…” She argued, smacking him lightly on the shoulder to prove her point. Steve couldn’t hold in his chuckle at her fiery response. “Besides,” she continued, “We promised Jonathan and Nancy we’d meet up with them to go walking with the little ones before Tommy’s party.”

Steve did in fact remember this promise, but when they’d made it, his girlfriend had somehow neglected to mention that, while this was happening, he’d be faring the cold in nothing but a spandex super suit and a cape made out of thin trash bag material. He looked at (Y/n) again and wondered how it was she seemed perfectly content in her frighteningly inappropriate rendition of the Wonder Woman costume. Sure, it was accurate. But for October in Indiana? Certainly not practical.

“Fine…” He said, pulling an over exaggerated pouty face to reiterate his discomfort. Though, (Y/n) just rolled her eyes at him again.

“Stop being so grumpy.” Steve was slightly taken aback, as the girl suddenly reached forward, poking her fingers into his dimples to push his mouth up, forming a cartoonish grin.

“Better?” Steve mumbled through her hands, holding the excessive smile when she eventually let go. (Y/n) sent him a giddy expression of her own in return.

“Much.” She said back, before her eyes caught something down the street.

“C’mon! I think I saw a ghostbuster just up ahead!” She called over her shoulder as she ran off, a very confused Super Steve chasing after her.

“Wait, why are we chasing ghostbusters now!?!?”

+ + +

Dustin Henderson was the ghostbuster. That was why they’d been chasing him. And, when the pair had finally caught up, there were the rest of the children: Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, and even little El, all dressed in their Halloween best, and accompanied by their chaperones for the evening: Nancy and Jonathan, also dressed rather appropriately as John Bender and Claire Sandish from that new movie “The Breakfast Club.”

(Y/n) squealed excitedly as her friend came into view.”

“Nancy!”

“(Y/n)!”

“Jonathan…”

“Steve…”

“Steve!”

“Hey, Henderson.”

“Oh my god, you guys, shut up. I want candy!” Max’s voice suddenly broke out over the noise, causing Steve to turn to her with the expression of a shocked parental figure.

“Language!” He chastised, running his hand over his face and once again questioning why he ever agreed to this evening. “God, who p*ssed in your candy?” (Y/n) gave him a harsh look, before turning to the kids with a warm smile.

“What he meant to say was: Lead the way, kiddos.” The group didn’t need to be told twice, and started jogging off towards the first of many aggressively decorated houses lining the street. But Steve remained where he was, his brow furrowed and the pout, having returned.

“Don’t “mom” my kids.” He complained, earning another eye roll from his girl.

“Sorry, I forgot that was your thing.” (Y/n) grinned mischievously up at him, pecking the mildly-offended boy on the cheek before gripping tighter to the orange bucket.

“Love you. You’re forgiven. Now, C’mon. I want candy!”

“But, I thought we were just chaperoning- and… she’s gone.” Steve shook his head with a fond smile as he watched his girlfriend run off with the children. Nancy and Jonathan appeared at his side, the former letting loose a small chuckle at her friends behavior.

“Yeah, we’ve got the kids. I’m pretty sure you’re chaperoning her.”

“That’s not-“ He began to argue with Nancy, when suddenly something more pressing had caught his attention. Really, why did Steve agree to this? “(Y/N), PUT THE PUMPKIN DOWN! WHAT THE F*CK!?!”

“Language!”

“Shut up, Mayfield!!”

“No, you shut up!!”

“MAX, I SWEAR-“

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New Journey (S.H) Chapter 3 Season 1

! This is a backstory. There are more chapters to the actual fic. Check my masterlist !

Pairing: (eventual) Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: The beggining of the story. How did Y/n Henderson get herself into this mess? How did she deal with the loss of a dear friend and how will she survive the bullies and monsters?

Warnings: swearing, dead body

Notes: So, I've been thinking of starting Season 4 as well along side with season 1. It's summer and I have a lot of free time on my hands and also I can't wait. I NEED to write season 4, my body yearns for it. I have so many ideas and I can't wait until I finish the backstory. So most likely the next part will be for the new season! Stay safe and I hope you enjoy! 💕

Gif not mine

Chapter 2 << New Journey Masterlist >> Chapter 4

After the shock that occurred you yesterday, you decided that it'd be best to prepare for the 'demogorgon' the next time you looked for Will. Oh yeah, you're all going out again in the dark to search for Will. You tried to stop them, telling them it's not safe and worse things could happen, but none of them were listening to you. They were in desperate need to find their friend so to keep them in check you were going to be part of their little search group.

Last night you and Dustin were preparing your bags with everything you could find useful. His was mostly (if not all) filled with snacks while your bag mainly contained weapons and supplies. Nothing too much. Two pocketknives for you and your brother, some medical supplies and the walkies.

You hated the idea of going out there when some creature was lingering in the woods, but you would feel better if you were prepared for anything.

You considered the idea of speaking to Jonathan about this, you haven't seen him since last morning, but you didn't want to give him any false hope. And you didn't even know how you would back up your theory 'Oh, some girl we found in the woods told us'. No. You had to find evidence first before making the case more bizarre.

Before you went to school, you, Dustin and Lucas stopped by Mike's to form a plan for the evening. You exchanged pleasantries with his parents and then went to the basement. You saw Eleven playing with Mike's walkie talkie.

"Okay, so, I believe the best excuse to say to our parents is that we have AV Club after school. Y/n, you..." Mike started speaking and looked towards you for your excuse.

"I have a night shift tonight, so I have time to spare till then." you didn't really feel like going to work, but you didn't want to use Mr. Miller's kindness again for your advantage.

"Great, that's give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood."

"You seriously think this w- she knows where Will is?" Lucas changed his words quickly, knowing you told tolerate the word 'weirdo' anymore, even though you're a bit spooked by her.

"Just trust me on this, okay?" Mike asked and Lucas agreed "Did you get the supplies?"

"Yeah. Binoculars… from ‘Nam. Army knife… also from ‘Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandana… and the wrist rocket." he described the stuff while taking them out of his bag, showing them to the rest of you.

"You’re gonna take out the Demogorgon with a slingshot?" your brother asked not impressed with his choice of weapon.

"First of all, it’s a wrist rocket. And second of all, the Demogorgon’s not real. It’s made up. But if there is something out there, I’m gonna shoot it in the eye…" he slings the wrist rocket towards Dustin and he flinches at the movement " And blind it."

You shook your head at them and Mike sighed "What did you, guys, bring?"

"Well, I brought our walkies, two pocketknives and some medical stuff, just to be prepared, and Dustin..." your words dragged as you saw your brother dump all of his snacks on top of the table.

"Alrighty. So, we’ve got… Nutty Bars, Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Pringles, Nilla Wafers, apple, banana, and trail mix." he went through all of the bags then looked up to his friends proudly.

"Seriously?"

"We need energy for our travels. For stamina. And besides, why do we even need weapons anyway? We have her." he answered Lucas and pointed at the girl. Eleven was still looking at the walkie not taking her eyes away from it.

"She shut one door!" Lucas said exaggerated.

"With her mind! Are you kidding me? That’s insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do. Like…" he stopped him words and took on his hands the Millennium Falcon Lego Mike had build "I bet... that she could make this fly!" he stopped in front of Eleven and held out the toy towards her face, her eyes finally leaving the walkie talkie "Hey. Hey. Okay, concentrate. Okay?" he says before letting it go, but without any help from Eleven, it fell to the ground "Okay, one more time." again gravity does its thing "Okay. Use your powers, okay?" but for the third time the same thing happens and Eleven goes back to the walkie on her hands.

"Idiot." Lucas said and you smirked before playing with your brother's hat and bringing him into your hug, his back on your stomach.

"She's not a dog!" Mike yelled after he picked up the toy from the ground, when suddenly his mother called out.

" Guys! Time for school!"

"Okay, pack your shit. We're meeting here after school." you said as you grabbed your bag and climbed up the stairs.

You saw Dustin and Lucas follow you outside, only Mike staying in the basement to explain what time they would return to Eleven. After a couple minutes you started riding to your schools. You were pretty anxious about going today. You wanted to see if Jonathan would be there and also you wanted to apologize to Nancy. You were immature talking to her like that. You still didn't agree with her words and excuse, but it wasn't the time to speak to her about that. You truly hoped she had a nice time.

When you arrived at Hawkins High you didn't see your friend's car. He must still not be ready to stay here. You made a mental note to check on him the moment you had some time to yourself.

You took a deep breath knowing that since Jonathan wasn't here you couldn't avoid talking to Nance any longer. You passed the familiar faces of your classmates when you finally arrived at your locker. Nancy was there, but she wasn't alone.

Steve Harrington was next to her, blocking the way to your locker with his body. You didn't feel like fighting with anyone today, so you slowly walked over to the two of them.

You could hear them talk to each other, but you didn't understand what they were saying. You took your final step behind Steve as they were kissing and you cursed the universe for this awkward part.

"Um.. Steve? You're kinda blocking my locker..." you said just loud enough for the two to hear. Startled by your voice they both turned to look at you, Nancy's eyes falling on the ground the moment you looked at her.

"Oh, sorry." he immediately moved to the side, his hand holding onto Nancy's.

"Thank you." you replied under your breath, but he was still able to catch it.

"Did you just thank me, Henderson?" he was smirking at the thought of you having nice manners towards him. He may not admit it, but you were always an interesting person to him. Your quiet, but also bold personality always made him entertained.

"Don't get too used to it." your back was facing him as you opened your locker getting everything you needed.

"Well, after this exciting development, I think I need to go to the others. Don't worry too much, okay?" he said to Nancy, before she replied with a soft 'okay'. He leaned towards her placing a kiss on her cheek and left you two alone.

Your eyes fell on your friend's face. She was already looking back at you and you gave her a shy smile as you closed your locker, turning your body to face her completely.

"Hey..."

"Hey." she said.

"Look, um... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown off at you yesterday. These have just been some very stressful days and-" you started apologizing when her voice stopped you.

"Y/n, it's okay. I know that I shouldn't have used Will's name like that. I'm sorry too. Thank you for putting some sense into me."

"So, we're okay?" you smiled at your friend.

"Yeah, of course we're okay." you smiled at each other "Is that why you were nice to Steve?"

"I thought not being shitty for once would make you feel like I'm really sorry and that I'm willing to give him a chance." you explained your thoughts

"Well, you definitely achieved that."

"So, what exactly happened yesterday? I heard you two talk and you looked quite worried. He wasn't an asshole, right? If so, I'm taking back my effort of being nice."

"No, no, it's not him. Yesterday was... a big day. It's just that- I can't find Barb today, did you see her somewhere?" you thought the conversation was heading to some more explicit parts, definitely not to your other friend and it made you skeptical.

"Barbara? Um, no, no, I haven't seen her.." the bell rang and you both started walking to your classroom. You glanced at Nancy and her face was as worried as you had first seen her "She left before you yesterday?"

"Yes."

"So, I'm sure she woke up early in the morning and already is at her desk." you reassured her but as you entered the class, no Barbara was found. You looked at each other and you shrugged "I'm sure she's okay, Nancy. She probably didn't feel like going to school today."

"I just can't stop picturing every bad scenario that could happen to her. Now with Will gone, I'm scared the same thing has happened."

You didn't answer her as you took your seats. You couldn't. Maybe she was right. Maybe something bad has happened to her. Now that you know more about Will's disappearance, that some 'thing' is out there, your anxiety started acting up, your own mind creating those scenarios.

If you didn't find her by the end of the day, this evening you would have to keep your eyes out for one more person.

___

The rest of the day was normal. You tried to calm yourself down during class, telling yourself that panic will do you no good for your plan.

After some boring and far too long classes it was finally time for lunch, but as it turns out you couldn't even relax there.

"Nancy, I'm not going to sit with dumb and dumber." you were putting some food on your trays as you talked, hundreds of voices around you filling the cafeteria room.

"You said you were gonna be nicer to Steve."

"To Steve, yes, but not his 'friends'." you warned her.

"Jonathan isn't here and you don't like eating by yourself. I also want to ask them about Barbara. Come on." she simply explained and smiled at you before you headed at the 'King's' table. Carol had her whole leg on the table showing the boys something and Tommy was loudly laughing every now and then. You could already tell it wasn't gonna end well...

"No, I swear. Look at this. It's totally frostbite." Carol said as Nancy sat next to Steve and you took your seat next to her reluctantly.

"It's a heated pool." Tommy said, after he took a bite of his food. He saw you sitting down and eyed you carefully. You didn't give him an answer and just looked down at your own food, trying not to stare at Carol's bruise. It made your stomach turn and you already didn't have that much of an appetite.

"Well, if it’s not frostbite, then what is it?" she asked.

"Ugh, I don’t care what it is, it’s disgusting! Get it off the table. We’re eating here." Steve said annoyed, his mouth half full of food.

"Yes, please." you mumbled.

"I'm sorry, is my foot bothering you?" Carol asked you, acknowledging your existence with a frown on her face. You wanted to slap it so much but resisted your urges.

"Yeah, actually it is." a humorous smile on your face.

"Why are you here, anyway?" her gaze was intimidating, but you just ignored her and took a bite from your food. After a moment of silence and chuckles from Tommy, Nancy's voice filled your ears.

"Hey, Tommy. Yesterday, when you left, did you see Barb?"

"What?" his dumb face asked.

"Barbara. She's not here today." Nancy explained and you could tell talking about her made her nerves perk up. You don't know if any of you could handle another disappearance. But for now you told hold of the hand she had under the table to reassure her.

"I seriously have no idea who you’re talking about." he chuckled along side Carol.

"My God..." you sighed. If he didn't stop acting like a kid, you would slap him right here and now.

"Come on, don’t be an ass, man. Did you- Did you see her leave last night or not?" Steve came to the rescue and you could hardly believe your eyes. Maybe he wasn't as bad after all...

"No, she was gone when we left." he finally answered.

"Probably couldn’t stand listening to all that moaning." Carol couldn't hold her childish behavior for more than two minutes as she started moaning and calling out Steve's name, imitating Nancy from last night. Tommy picked up on the teasing and also started moaning even louder, banging his hands on the table. Nancy couldn't look away from her plate embarrassed, Steve looked annoyed but also proud and you looked at the two making the noises with shock in your eyes.

"Okay, chill." the King demanded and the two stopped their performance.

"Oh, relax. It was the only way for Y/n to hear any kind of moaning."

"Nah, I'm sure she's getting it on with the freak Byers." Tommy corrected Carol and they laughed in your face. Your blood was boiling, but you calmed down your breathing, not falling on their level.

As they were laughing you eyes fell on a figure that was passing the corridor outside of the cafeteria. It was Jonathan. You hated feeding the demonic couple on their absurd story, but you needed to check on Jonathan.

"He's my cue to leave." you pointed at Jonathan to Nancy and picked up your stuff and tray to leave. She tried to hold you down, but you gave her a look and she knew you needed to leave. Meanwhile, Carol laughing even more now that she has managed to 'upset' you. You couldn't let her win. You had to do something.

"Oh, before I leave, I need to give you something, Carol." you turned to look at her with the fakest sweet smile you could pull off. She was staring at you with the most unimpressed glare that soon turned into a shocked one.

You grabbed the pudding you had taken for dessert and dumped it on her pants. Her mouth opened and gave you a hateful look "For you frostbite." you turned to leave quickly, a grin on your face. You winked at Nancy, who was slightly smirking and made your way to the garbage can to throw out the rest of your food.

"You bitch!" you heard Carol squeal. You gave her a smile as you left the cafeteria. She was trying to get the stain out, making Tommy go fetch her some more napkins. Steve was preoccupied talking to Nancy, but you were pretty sure you had seen him smile a little too.

You chuckled while you walked outside on her corridor, jogging to catch up with Jonathan.

"Hey, Jonathan! Did you see that? Oh, Carol's face was priceless..." you smiled faded as you caught glimpse of Jonathan's face "Are-are you okay?" you placed your hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

"It's-it's fine. You know... the usual." you could see something else was bothering him as well, but you just let it go. He'd talk to you when he was ready.

"Okay... Do you want to go somewhere to clear our heads? My treat." you smiled and waited for his answer.

"I-I was actually heading to the darkroom to develop some of the photos I have taken-" he explained and you grabbed his arm as you began walking again.

"Cool, I'll come with. You know I love your photographs."

"Uh... Don't you want to go back to the cafeteria? I don't want to keep you away from lunch time." he stopped walking and pointed back at the way you came from.

"Please, if I go back, Carol with rip my eyes out." you eyed your friend and your brows furrowed "Do you not want me to come with you?" you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"No, no, it's just..." he played with his hair, something he did when he was nervous and you became very suspicious.

"Jonathan, what's going on?"

He sighed and looked around before taking your hand in his "Okay, I'll show you, but don't freak out, please."

You didn't answer, just followed him to the darkroom. He started developing the pictures, hanging them to dry. In the meantime, he was explaining what he did last night.

"So, yesterday I went out to look for Will and I had my camera with me. I tried to call you, but your mom said you were working and the diner said you didn't come in-"

"Yeah, sorry, I was with the party... They have been dealing with this thing pretty terribly, so I wanted to stay with them." you didn't like lying to him, but it had to stay that way until you knew more about Will's location.

"Yes, yes, of course. So, I was walking around the forest and I stumbled upon-" he began explaining but you stopped him.

"Is that Nancy? And-and Barbara? And Steve?" some of the photos were starting to show and it didn't take long for you to understand who the faces were "Jonathan what is this?" you pointed at the pictures looking him in the eye.

"I-I just came across their party and-"

"And you decided to take pictures of them? Jonathan, I don't want to sound mean, but.. This is kinda creepy." you looked at the rest of them.

"Don't think about it like that. I just- captured the moment." he said quietly.

"And you thought it'd okay to 'capture' this moment as well?" you pointed at the picture showing Nancy's bare back in what you guessed was Steve's room.

But before Jonathan could answer, a girl, Nicole, walked inside the room. You immediately panicked and tried to hide the photos, fearing for her reaction. She places herself next to Jonathan and sent you both a smile, but it faded quickly as her eyes left you and wandered at the photos you and Jonathan had on your hands.

He took them from you and placed them inside his bag leaving the room without a second thought after he took your hand and made you follow him.

"You think she saw?" you thought out loud. You had entered an empty classroom wanting to talk with no other disruptions. Your back was leaning on the door while Jonathan was sitting on top of the teacher's desk, clanging onto his bag.

"Maybe- I- I don't know. I don't care." he stood up walking back and forth.

"Jonathan, if she tells someone, maybe- I mean, how can you not care?" your eyes pleaded for an explanation.

"Cause I have bigger problems to deal with!" he yelled at you, his nerves taking the best of him

"Yeah, exactly. You don't also need another problem, like a smashed car, when- not if- when Steve finds out about this!" you yelled back, rummaging through his bag, showing him the photo of Nancy he had taken.

He stared at the photo, before sighing and rubbing his forehead "I'm sorry..."

"Look... Let's just hope she didn't understand what she actually saw. Maybe she won't tell someone and we're worrying about nothing." you comforted him.

After some time you ended up talking about the rest of his night. He hadn't found anything about where Will might be and it made him lose even more hope. Then he told you about how his mother had acted this morning, fearing for her health and sanity. You wanted to share everything you knew, but you had to wait. Eventually the bell rang and you had to go back to your classes.

___

The moment you stepped out of the school next to Jonathan at the end of the day, you could actually feel a weigh leave your shoulders, but your anxiety was still present. You just wanted to get on your bike, find the kids and go look for Will. You couldn't wait any longer. But, of course, the universe couldn't leave you alone for more than an hour.

You had left Jonathan for a bit to go and grab your bike. You couldn't convince him letting you return home by yourself, so you were on your way of walking towards the parking lot, bike in hand, looking for your friend. Only to find him once again in trouble.

"And here comes the partner in crime." Tommy said as you stopped. You looked around at mess that had created. Steve, Tommy, Carol and the girl from the darkroom, Nicole, were standing opposite of Jonathan, his bag on their hands as well as the photos.

"Shit..." you said under your breath looking over at Jonathan, fear evident in his eyes and you guessed yours as well.

"You told him what we were doing, right? Nancy told you and you got jealous or some shit and thought I'd be fun, right?" Carol's words made you furious.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"No, I think we have all the evidence we need to figure things out." she said giving you a shove on the shoulders, making your body fall backwards, hit your bike and lose its balance. It hurt landing on top of your bike, but you didn't want to show any sign of discomfort right now.

"Hey, why did you do that?" a voice started nearing you and you looked up to see Nancy coming to help you back on your feet. She took your arm, trying to lift you up, but you just stared at her. You didn't want her to think you had anything to do with this. You feared for her reaction, because nothing about this made you or Jonathan look nice and you knew that.

"Here's the starring lady." Tommy said sarcastically.

"What?" she looked back down at you, asking you what's going on, but Steve beat you to it.

"You might want to leave their side." he said coldly, his eyes looking like stone.

"No, what- what's going on? Why did you push Y/n on the ground?" Nancy was now walking towards Carol, looking angry.

"I'm not the one you should be mad at." she handed her the pictures she was holding "These creeps were spying on us last night. I don't even want to imagine what those two would want to do with this one." you could tell she was talking about the photo of Nancy naked. You were still on the ground, your palms taking in the weight of your head as you sighed. This can't be happening right now...

"See, you can tell that they know it was wrong, but... Man, that's the thing about perverts..." Steve started talking and walking towards Jonathan, who stood next to you.

"Stop it..." you pleaded quietly. You began picking yourself up, hating all the looks on you, especially Nancy's.

"It's hardwired into 'em. You know, they can't help themselves." Steve finished his sentence, as he 'nicely' fixed up Jonathan's collar, before tearing the photos he was holding. He sent you a look and it was the first time you've ever felt inferior towards him. You didn't know why, but he looked disappointed in you and you wanted to make it better "So... We'll just have to take away his toy." he said and walked back to Jonathan's bag and panic arose into your friend.

"Steve..." it was the first time Nancy had spoken after she saw everything and you were more than glad to hear her kind of supporting you.

"No, please, not the camera." Jonathan tried to step in, but Tommy stopped him, while Carol walked up a bit opposite of you as a warning.

"No, no, wait, wait... Tommy, Tommy." Steve told his friend to back off. Tommy did as he was told, chuckling and his friend stepped towards Jonathan handing him the camera "It’s okay. Here you go, man."

But before Jonathan could raise his arm, Steve let it fall on the ground, the sound of glass breaking making you flinch. You knew how important this camera was to Jonathan and how much it cost him to buy it. Now it was useless.

"Come on, let’s go. The game’s about to start." the king announced and left you two to deal with the mess yourselves.

"Boo." Tommy told you as a joke as he walked off.

Carol approached you along side Nicole as she ripped in half the rest of the photos "Bye."

You stared down at them exhausted, Jonathan still starring at the broken camera. You knelt down and started picking them up. You heard Steve call out for Nancy in the distance, only now realising she was still there with you. You looked up to see her take some pieces of the teared photos on her hands. She looked at you quickly and you found your chance to speak "Nancy, this isn't what it looks like-" she was gone before you could finish.

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The only thing that made you feel a bit at ease is that you wouldn't be late at your meeting, even after this mess. You had a class less than the kids today, so you had plenty of time to pick up the pieces of the photographs and the camera. You didn't talk much as Jonathan drove you to your house. You didn't know what to say or what to do. You just wanted to forget that it had happened at all. You took your bike out of his trunk and said a simple goodbye as you watched him drive away.

You took a deep breath and made your way at the back of Mike's house, where Eleven was already waiting for you all. You were a bit early. You had hoped to have some time to yourself to calm down your thoughts, but you guessed it'd be best to distract yourself from thinking anything for a moment than thinking about everything all at once.

As you came closer you saw that Eleven wasn't moving, she looked as if she was frozen in time and it worried you. You parked your bike on the fence and slowly walked up to her "Eleven?" she didn't respond. You touched her shoulder and that's when she snapped out of whatever trance she was on. She looked around her eyes falling on you "Hey, it's okay. You're okay." she just kept looking at you. She looked scared. This was the first time she had allowed you to be this close to her. You could tell she needed the support and you were ready to give it to her. But someone interrupted your moment.

"You guys okay?" you turned to see the kids on top of their bikes looking at you. Mike was closer to the two of you as he asked you the question.

You took a last glance at Eleven who was nodding at Mike "Yeah, everything's okay."

"Okay, come on, hop on." Mike patted his saddle waiting for El to sit down. You could see her being a bit hesitant, but you encouraged her a little giving her a pat on the back. You motioned for them to start heading for the forest and you'll follow along in a bit.

You placed your body on top of your bike and started riding behind them after a couple minutes. Dustin was riding a bit slower than the rest making you grin "You didn't have to wait for me. I can catch up to you all easily."

"Are you okay?" he asked you genuinely. You both hated and loved the fact that he can so easily tell when you're not fine.

"You don't have to worry about me, Dusty. We have to focus on the plan, okay?" you smiled at him and he did the same as you continued riding towards the forest.

___

You've been searching for a couple hours now and the day has started turning dark. You, Dustin and Lucas have been following behind Mike and Eleven and you all have began feeling less hopeful about this whole thing. It felt like you were heading nowhere and when you eventually found your destination, it felt like every strength you had had left your body.

"What are we doing here?" Lucas asked Mike, after letting his bike fall to the ground. You looked at the house realising you spent these past few hours heading to the one house you didn't even need to search. The Byers residence.

"She said he's hiding here?" Mike said just as confused as all of you looked.

"What?" you asked, leaning onto your bike, your legs killing you.

"Um... no!" Lucas said annoyed.

"I swear, if we walked all the way out here for nothing-" your brother spoke up, before Lucas interrupted him.

"That’s exactly what we did. I told you she didn’t know what the hell she was talking about!"

"She must have a reason to bring us here!" you stepped in as you saw Eleven looking a bit lost "Eleven, why are we here?" you asked calmly, but she didn't know how to respond.

"Eleven?" Mike spoke up trying to get her to talk, but the girl just started stammering

"Don't waste your time with her." Lucas' words sounded angrier and angrier by the second and it started irritated those around him, especially Mike.

"What do you want to do then?"

"Call the cops, like we should have done yesterday." Lucas said, none of you noticing Dustin walking further away from the group.

"We are not calling the cops!" Mike protested.

"No, not the cops." you said, your thoughts recalling a memory.

"What?" Lucas looked at you as if you were crazy.

"We need to talk to the Byers... Jonathan told me something today about his mother and I think that maybe it-"

"Guys!" Dustin's voice stopped you. You all turned to look at him and immediately picked up on what he was referring to.

Sirens. Police cars. Red and blue lights filling the darkness. An ambulance following behind.

"Will..." Mike expressed all of your thoughts.

Your heart was stuck in your throat as you started following behind the commotion. You feared for the worst and hoped for the best.

You end up at the quarry. So many police cars in sight. As well as fire trucks and the ambulance... You didn't have much more hope now. You all hid behind a firetruck and watched in silence as police men were taking a body out of the lake.

"No, it's not Will. It can't be." Mike said, desperate for it to be true. But as you watched the body coming closer, its clothes made it as clear as the water it was in.

"Oh, God..." your hand covered your mouth as shock filled your body, the other one reaching for your brother.

"It's Will. It's really Will." Lucas said. You saw as Mike stepped backwards.

"Mike..." Eleven called out.

" 'Mike'? 'Mike' what? You were supposed to help us find him alive. You said he was alive! Why did you lie to us? What’s wrong with you? What is wrong with you?" he snapped at her and tears filled your eyes.

"Mike..."

"What?" he told her, not expecting an answer as he turned to get his bike and take off.

"Mike, come on. Don’t do this, man. Mike…" Lucas tried to stop him from leaving, but the boy had already made up his mind.

"Mike, where are you going? Mike!" Dustin cried out and you fell on your knees to hug him.

"Mike!" Lucas tried on more time, the tears wetting his cheeks. You motioned for him to hug you as well.

So you sat there for who knows how long hugging your brother and your friend, trying to stop the pain from taking control over your body and mind, your heart already shattered into pieces.

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Terror at Starcourt Mall iv (s.h./r.b.)

a/n: this is the last part before i break into separate endings. I'm not going to drawl on and on and keep you guys from the part, but i hope you lovelies enjoy it💛! once again, the focus of the series has now shifted from focusing on the reader being russian to the events of the season - but it is brought up again!

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: steve harrington x fem!russian!reader/robin buckley (love triangle)

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warnings: spoliers, extreme violence, guns, throw-up, blood, knives, shattering glass.

disclaimer: in light of recent acts of war inflicted on ukraine by russia, i wish to make it clear that i am in no way supporting russia through this series. a, this series was written well in advance to the conflict coming to light and, b, this is set in a different time in history/society/public relations. my heart hurts for the ukraine and for everyone that is effected negatively by the acts of war incited by russia. i am also horribly heartbroken over the people who have died thus far and i am deeply sorry for the families of the people that are stuck in the ukraine or that have died.

sidenote warning: the reader is written to do ballet - explained above. quickly proof-read, will proof-read better when i redo my older fics and edit my newer fics.

sidenote: throughout the series, there will be some scenes skipped. this was a creative choice when i had to edit some things out to shorten it (it was over 100 pages).

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Steam rolled into the air from the underside of the car as they all gawked at it. Shattered glass and car parts littered the floor around it. There was only one person Y/N knew that could do that. Slowly, they all looked towards where the car used to sit, some of the golden rope stands were toppled over, but otherwise, they looked untouched. Almost as if someone had lifted the car and thrown it over it. Their eyes trailed up the wall, stopping on the girl who stood by the railing of the second floor, looking back down at them, a trickle of blood flowing from her nose. Letting out a breath of relief, a smile stretching onto her face, Y/N was so happy to see the girl, but she was even happier as the other people stepped out of the shadows, rushing over to the railing to look down at the group. “They came. They got my call!” Dustin smiled, looking over at Steve and Y/N.

Not wasting any more time, they all climbed over the counter, their sneakers squeaking against the floor as they all ran towards the center of the main floor. They could hear the thuds of the group above running towards the escalators, wanting to get to them as well. Rounding one of the many planters, they were met by the group. “You flung that thing like a hot wheel!” Dustin laughed, running ahead of everyone to embrace Eleven and Mike, Eleven giggling and wrapping her arms around him as well.

“Lucas?” Erica rushed over to the group, not expecting her brother to be here, let alone be here with a girl that can lift cars with her mind.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas questioned her, not impressed that she had just been cornered by men with guns. Erica jabbed her thumb in the direction of Steve and Robin as Y/N walked forward, not wanting to be blamed for roping Erica into everything.

“Ask them, it’s their fault.” She ratted Steve and Robin out.

“True, yeah. Totally true. It’s absolutely our fault.” Steve admitted blame, resting his hands on his hips as Robin looked over at him, her jaw hanging open as she tried to make sense of everything. She looked back at the car then to the group that just joined them as Y/N wrapped Eleven into her own hug, thanking her quietly.

“I don’t understand what happened to that car.” Robin vocalized, pointing to the overturned car still sitting there. Y/N released Eleven, walking the short distance to stand between Steve and Robin once again. Now that they survived the Russians, Y/N had a tough situation to face - informing one of them that she doesn’t love them.

“El has superpowers.” Dustin told her, pointing to Eleven who looked at Robin silently.

“I’m sorry?” Robin blinked, her voice shaky as she tried to comprehend what Dustin just told her. Her blue eyes flicked from Dustin to the girl she presumed to be El.

“Superpowers. She threw it with her mind,” Steve clarified, rolling his wrist at her. “Come on, catch up.” He told her. Erica’s face dropped into one of surprise as she looked to Lucas but pointed to Eleven, her eyes flicking over to her before looking back to her brother.

“That’s El?” She questioned, bewildered about finally being able to see her brother’s mysterious friend.

“Who’s El?” Robin asked, looking from person to person, even more confused now. Y/N sighed, her hand reaching out to grab Robin’s when she sensed her panic starting to rise. It probably wasn’t easy walking into this without knowing at least something about the group. When Steve got roped into things, he knew that something was weird about Will’s disappearance. When Max got roped in, she had a feeling that something was off about the slug the boys showed her. Even now, with Erica, she knew about a friend of her brother’s named El, but that was it. Robin knew nothing. All she knew was that the Russians were doing something and now there is a girl with powers. However, she quickly let go when she remembered the inevitable conversation she was going to have to have with both Robin and Steve.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Nancy asked, looking over at Robin with furrowed brows, pointing towards her.

“I’m Robin. I work with Steve and I’m friends with Y/N.” Robin told her, nodding her head towards Steve and Y/N, both of them nodding at Nancy who looked at the two for confirmation.

“She cracked the top-secret code.” Dustin informed everyone, earning confused looks from everyone else who was on the surface for the last two days. Steve nodded, looking at the group, making everyone look at him for an explanation.

“Yeah, which is how we found out about the Russians in the first place.” Steve continued, the hand that wasn’t on his hip flopping around as he talked.

“Russians,” Jonathan questioned, his skin paling. “Wait, what Russians?” He pressed, looking at the small group standing in front of him.

“The Russians!” Steve gestured to the group of dead people.

“Those were Russians?” Max asked, her eyes wide as she looked at Steve.

“Some of them.” Erica shrugged, also glancing at the dead people before looking back at the group.

“What are you talking about?” Lucas asked, frustrated beyond belief from the amount of talking, but not the amount of explaining that was going on. Dustin turned to the group, a look of confusion painted on his face.

“Didn’t you hear our code red?” He questioned them, if they hadn’t heard the code red, then why were they here? How were they here?

“Yeah,” Mike confirmed, looking at Dustin, facing him head-on. “But I couldn’t understand half of what you were saying.” He clarified, somewhat aggressively. Y/N looked around at the chaos and the fast-paced conversation, trying to keep up with everything.

“Goddamn low battery.” Dustin cursed, his eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. Steve slapping the back of his hand to his own palm made Y/N jump, not expecting him to speak up again, but it was mostly the fact that she was standing right next to his hands, making the noise even louder.

“How many times do I have to tell you with the low battery?” Steve reprimanded, looking sternly at Dustin as if he was scolding a child - his child. Dustin craned his neck to glare at Steve making Y/N shift her wide eyes back to him. She and Robin stood back, eyes shifting and jumping from person to person, not wanting to jump into this chaos-filled conversation.

“Yeah, well, everything worked out, didn’t it, Steve?” Dustin shot at him with an annoyed tone.

“Worked out,” Erica turned sharply to Dustin, her eyebrows almost in her hairline which was already pulled back by the tight braids in her hair. “We almost died.” She pointed out as if Dustin didn’t remember when they were being cornered by Russian guards mere minutes ago. In all fairness, this was just yet another near-death experience for Steve, Dustin, and Y/N. When you’re dealing with interdimensional creatures, you tend to stare down death at least once.

“Yeah, but we didn’t, did we?” Dustin barked back.

“It was pretty damn close.” Steve added in.

“Eh, you’ve been closer, remember in the junkyard,” Y/N finally spoke up, reminding Steve of how he was almost eaten by a pack of demo-dogs. “Or Billy.” She added, suddenly remembering Steve was almost beaten to death. Y/N had been distraught and utterly horrified when she had convinced herself Steve was going to die last year, but miraculously, here he stood beside her and confessing his love for her along with his new found best friend - placing Y/N in a predicament.

“Thanks for the help,” Steve told her sarcastically. “And thanks for reminding me.”

“Okay, Russians,” Lucas tried to get back on track, bringing attention to him instead of the bickering group. “As in, they’re working for the Russian government?” Lucas asked for clarification.

“What is it that you’re not comprehending,” Dustin asked Lucas, tired of trying to explain this. “Am I not speaking English,” He pressed, clearly not seeing how all of this information may confuse someone. “We have a full-blown Red Dawn situation.” He reiterated, trying to get them to understand.

“So this has nothing to do with the gate?” Max asked with furrowed brows.

“It has everything to do with the gate.” Dustin informed her.

“That’s why the Russians are here in Hawkins, for the gate. We saw it with our own eyes,” Y/N explained, hoping that with more talking, the other group would understand. “They’re opening the gate again.” She dropped the bomb, watching as everyone except Erica and Robin paled, their faces dropping.

“So that’s why the mind flayer-” Nancy was cut off by Eleven grunting, her body falling to the floor. Everyone snapped their heads towards her, seeing her curled up in pain, groaning.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Steve repeated, looking at the young girl with wide, scared eyes. It certainly is enough air for concern when someone collapses, but when it’s someone as connected to the gate as Eleven - it’s a pretty big deal.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Y/N asked as everyone started to run over to the quivering and whimpering girl.

“El! El!” She was ignored as Mike repeated her name, falling to his knees beside her, rolling her over as her face scrunched in pain.

“What’s wrong with her?” Erica also asked, looking at the blood flowing from Eleven’s nose. Once again, Erica’s question was ignored as everyone fretted over Eleven, trying to figure out what was happening to her.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong?” Mike asked, his face filled with worry as he gazed down at Eleven’s pain-stricken face. She seemed to be unable to stay still as she kept rocking back and forth, her teeth clenching.

“My leg. My leg.” She told them as Jonathan and Nancy straightened her legs out, rolling up her pant leg to reveal a roughly done bandage job, crimson blood soaking through the usually fluffy white bandage. Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. Maybe instead of focusing solely on the Russians, they should have been at least discussing what was going on with them.

“Her leg, her leg, okay.” Jonathan repeated, working quickly to remove the bandage from her bloody leg. Eleven’s breath picked up to a pant as Jonathan and Nancy worked at freeing her leg. Once the last of the bandage was lifted off the leg, exposing what it was hiding, Y/N found herself leering away from it, cringing at the sight of it. Dustin and Erica let out noises of disgust, also leaning away while Steve and Robin looked down at it, their faces tinted green.

“What the hell were you guys doing?” Y/N asked, looking around at the group as she was ignored. Glancing back down at the swollen and oozing wound on Eleven’s leg, she nearly jumped out of her skin when something moved making Eleven grunt, her clenched teeth preventing her from screaming like Y/N assumed she wanted to. Robin gripped Y/N’s arm, not being able to pull her eyes away from something so confusing and disgusting.

“El! El,” Mike repeated as Eleven continued to scream through clenched teeth, her body nearly convulsing from the pain. “El,” He exclaimed louder, gripping her shoulders as she continued to wail, tears leaking from the corners of her screwed shut eyes. Everyone looked at each other, a sense of panic and not knowing what to do floating between them. “El! El! Are you okay?” He asked, not getting any response, prompting him to repeat her name, getting louder with each call until she shot up, screaming, making everyone jolt back in shock.

Robin gripped Y/N’s arm tighter in fear as Eleven flopped back down, screaming as her shoulders shook with sobs. Her screams turned to wails as she became too tired to scream anymore. Horrified and unsure, Steve flicked his eyes over to Y/N who watched Eleven, feeling useless. The poor girl was writhing in pain on the floor and nobody knew what to do. “Um, is her skin sizzling?” Robin spoke up, her voice shaking as she tentatively pointed to the swelling wound.

Everyone except Eleven fell silent, leaning closer to her leg. Sure enough, they heard a sizzling and squelching sound as the creature moved around within Eleven’s calf, almost making Y/N throw up. Blinking the tears away, Y/N held her bent wrist to her lips, hoping not to gag again. “What is that?” Erica questioned, a tone of disgust and fascination in her voice, leaning closer and squinting at Eleven’s leg, the bulge moving quickly. Eleven let out another strong wail.

“There’s something in there.” Mike announced, noticing the thing slithering around Eleven’s leg. Eleven’s screams powered back up, her body pushing through its exhaustion as she squeezed Mike’s hand.

“Jesus Christ.” Dustin muttered, looking at Eleven with fearful eyes, not believing what was happening. After three years of this, the Upside Down still managed to throw curveballs, leaving them second-guessing and in a constant state of disbelief. Everyone’s faces morphed into concern with undertones of disgust and horror as they watched the large wound move, the bulge never stopping. It was almost like it was either trying to bury itself deeper within Eleven’s leg or trying to get out.

“Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?” Jonathan ordered everyone, a plan hatching in his brain. Y/N sent him a fleeting, fear-stricken look. While they weren’t close by any standards now, they were neighbours and close family friends. The Byers’ and the L/N’s seemed to have bonded over being social outcasts. In turn, they were the families found sticking up for each other and they were the only ones other than Steve and now Dustin, Robin, and Erica who knew Y/N was Russian. Her closeness to the Byers family was the whole reason she was roped into the mess of the Upside Down back in 1983.

Y/N’s eyes dropped back to Eleven, falling to her knees beside Eleven as Jonathan ran off, Robin’s grip falling from her arm. She grasped Eleven’s other hand, letting her squeeze her hand as well. “Jesus Christ.” Dustin said again, a hint of panic. Ignoring him, Y/N soothed back Eleven’s sweaty hair.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, we’re going to get whatever that is out, okay,” She told Eleven in a soft, soothing tone. The poor girl was probably scared out of her wits and everyone freaking out was not helping her. “We are all here for you, we’re all going to help you,” She reassured her. Part of learning Russian culture was learning about the Pagan background of her ancestors, however, Y/N had already known a lot about Paganism as her family has a long line of Pagans, landing right to her and her siblings. While her family were not devoted Pagans, they still performed most traditions and did use some of the healing techniques. One thing she knew for sure was that healing was better with people. Eleven nodded, whimpering as her body became tired again, her eyes dropping. “Guys, she’s closing her eyes!” Y/N announced making every swarm her.

“Hey, hey, hey. Stay awake, stay awake,” Mike urged her, shaking her slightly. Eleven’s eyes opened only for them to droop again, making Mike shake her more. “Let’s get her on this side. On this side.” He suggested. Nodding, Y/N let go of Eleven’s hand, making the girl limply grab the air, looking for comfort.

“I know, El. I know, I just have to get you over here, okay?” Y/N whispered to her, soothing her hair as Dustin and Steve stepped up, preparing to help move her.

“You keep holding her hand, I’ll help.” Steve told Y/N, a gentle hand on her shoulder blade. Looking up at him with blown-out eyes that showed how scared she really was, Y/N nodded, gripping Eleven’s hand again. Rolling onto her feet as Steve, Mike, and Dustin lifted her carefully, they all shuffled around.

“Easy, easy, easy, easy.” Steve instructed as they settled her back to the ground, her upper body resting against Mike as he held her, his legs on either side of her. She whimpered, pain flaring again from being moved around.

“It’s uh-” Robin stammered, speaking up once again. “You know, it’s not actually that bad. There was a-” She paused again, trying to think through her panic to find a way to help in this situation. “The goalie on my soccer team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg, and the whole bone came out of her knee, six inches or something, it was insane.” She ranted as everyone looked up at her with furrowed brows, unsure of why she was bringing this up.

“Robin-” Steve called her name, making the completely panicked and squirrelled-out girl look at him.

“Yeah?” She answered quickly, licking her lips.

“You’re not helping.” He informed her, his hands on his knees as everyone looked back at Eleven, waiting impatiently for Jonathan to get back.

“I’m sorry.” She breathed out, seeming dazed as she stumbled and averted her eyes from the girl laying in the middle of the cluster as Jonathan came running back, skidding on his knees to kneel by Eleven’s leg again.

“Okay. Alright, El,” Jonathan spoke, sorting the things he held in his hands as he looked the whimpering girl in the eyes. “This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?” He told her truthfully, pulling a wooden spoon from the things he held.

“Okay.” She answered back as a sob shook her body, her eyes squeezing shut. Mike gave her a reassuring squeeze as he tried to keep calm himself.

“Need you to stay real still,” Jonathan told her, setting everything down on the ground beside him as he wiggled his hands into plastic gloves. Y/N gulped, he was going to cut Eleven’s leg open. “Here, you’re gonna want to bite down on this, okay?” Jonathan told her, extending the wooden spoon to her.

“Jesus Christ,” Dustin panicked. Mike took the spoon, placing it in Eleven’s mouth. Her whimpers were muffled by the spoon, making the sound of the knife sliding against the tile louder, the gleam of it catching on the neon signs surrounding them. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” Dustin whispered, his eyes glued to the knife as the tip neared Eleven’s wound. Everyone found their eyes attached to the leg, still seeing the creature swimming around in there, causing the already swollen and bloody welt to swell up even more.

Before the knife could touch her skin, Jonathan looked around at everyone. “Do it.” Mike ordered him breathlessly. At those words, Y/N squeezed Eleven’s hand harder, the hardest she could, hoping that would help with the pain even a little bit.

“Okay.” Jonathan whispered to himself, the tip of the knife resting against the lowest part of the welt. Dustin muttered panickedly to himself, scared of what was about to happen. Quickly, as if not wanting to back out, Jonathan pressed the knife down hard, slicing the skin easily with a squelch of blood before it seeped out and onto the tile. Eleven screamed, her hand clamping harder around Y/N’s hand making the older girl wince. Jonathan sliced down, the knife clattering to the floor, blood splattering.

“Oh shit.” Dustin breathed out in disgust as the creature wiggled more frantically, the lips of the fresh, clean-cut moving from its motion. Eleven’s screams did not stop in the few seconds of reprieve before Jonathan shoved his fingers into the cut on her leg, the skin opening more causing her to screech out even louder, her torso lifting off of Mike. Everyone groaned in sympathetic pain and disgust as Jonathan’s finger could be seen searching for the creature.

Eleven’s face went from sickly pale to fire-engine red, her neck straining as her teeth clamped down harder on the wooden spoon, as she screamed, getting loud and louder. “Jonathan!” Nancy called to her boyfriend, trying to tell him to stop.

“Stop talking,” Jonathan ordered, trying to focus as his fingers moved around, hoping to grip onto whatever was slithering around under Eleven’s skin. “Goddamn it!” Jonathan yelled in frustration as the creature evaded his fingers, making him grab muscle.

“No,” Eleven yelled, but it was muffled by the spoon. Spitting it out, it slipped off her shoulder and clattered to the ground by Mike’s bent knee. “Stop it,” She shrieked, lifting her head as she tried to swipe Jonathan away, but the pain was too much as she flopped back down. “Stop,” She sobbed, flailing around to rid herself of Mike and Y/N’s holds. Shocked, Y/N blinked at Mike who looked equally as confused. Nancy’s hand slapped against Jonathan’s chest, pushing him back, making him finally realize what was happening. “Stop! Stop,” She sobbed, the knife clattering to the ground as Jonathan disposed of it unceremoniously. With a grunt and help from Mike and Y/N, she sat up, her face screwed with pain and her chest heaving. “I can do it,” Her voice was mousy as she spoke. “I can do it.” She reassured everyone including herself.

It was silent as everyone waited with bated breath. The only sound was Eleven’s panting as she shifted around to support herself, her hand hovering over her now open wound. A low-frequency vibration sounded all around them, the squashing and squirting of blood almost completely covering it. A low chattering growl that was all too familiar to most of them sounded, proving what everyone already knew - this was something from the Upside Down. Eleven tried to muffle her cries and screams of agony, trying to focus on getting the creature out. Leaning back, everyone could still hear the squelch and the squeals of the monster despite Eleven’s wails.

With a battle cry of pain and adrenaline, the loose skin of the cut bubbled and rippled as the creature fought back against the force of Eleven’s powers, the vibrations growing stronger and louder, shaking Y/N’s insides. Eleven’s screams hid the sound of the glass windows behind the group wobbling, making the suddenly shattering glass a surprise. Everyone jolted, ducking their heads. Max yelped, protecting her head as the glass rained down against her back. “Are you okay, Max?” Y/N asked, hoping she could hear her over Eleven.

Sitting back up, the redhead nodded, checking her exposed skin the best she could before sending a thumbs up to Y/N. The shrieks of the creature were clearer as it was pulled out of the wound, struggling the whole way. The bloody and struggling creature hovered in the air, giving everyone a good (unwanted) look at it as it tried to escape Eleven’s powers, wanting to slither back into her leg. With a thrust of her hand, the tiny, fleshy creature was sent soaring through the air, arching perfectly before splattering on the floor. A wounded chitter was heard before the splats of it trying to crawl away before it was squashed by a heavy boot. Jerking back in shock, everyone gazed open-mouthed at Hopper, Joyce, and some stranger.

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“The Mind Flayer, it built this monster in Hawkins, to stop El, to kill her and pave a way into our world.” Mike’s voice echoed through the entire mall as the large group all settled by the fountain stationed smack dab in the middle under the high skylight letting them peer out at the darkened night sky.

“And it almost did. That was just one tiny piece of it.” Nancy added solemnly. Apparently, while Steve, Robin, Y/N, Dustin, and Erica were trapped deep below Starcourt Mall, the others were off trying to beat yet another interdimensional creature. Except, Joyce, Hopper, and the strange guy who disappeared were hunting down Russians instead of escaping them.

“How big is this thing?” Hopper questioned from where he sat, holding the exhausted Eleven in his arms on the bench planter across from the fountain. Y/N stole an uneasy look at Steve who stood beside her then to Robin who sat on the fountain, slightly out of the imperfect circle they had formed. Gulping, she remembered she still needed to take care of that situation.

“It’s big,” Jonathan answered, earning mummers of agreement from the others. “Thirty feet, at least.” He clarified.

“Yeah,” Lucas nodded, looking at Hopper with a gloomy look on his face. “It sorta destroyed your cabin,” He broke the news to Hopper. With a silent sigh, Hopper let his eyes flutter closed at the news. Must have been a nice kick in the shins for him after learning that his adoptive daughter had been attacked and just pulled a creature from another dimension from her leg on top of the news that there were indeed Russians in Hawkins - evil Russians. “Sorry.” Lucas sucked in a breath,

“Okay, so, just to be clear, this-” Steve paused, trying to remember what to call it. “This big fleshy spider thing that hurt El,” He gestured to the once again pale Eleven, making everyone look at her. Her eyes dropped sickly as she clutched the travel cup of water Hopper had gotten from one of the restaurants. Hopper glanced down at her as he patted her forehead with a folded-up paper towel. “It’s some kind of gigantic-” He paused again, shaking his head. “Weapon?”

“Yes.” Nancy confirmed with a curt nod.

“But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon-” He stopped, thinking it over. “With melted people.”

“Yes, exactly.” Nancy once again confirmed. Y/N pulled a face. Outrunning the Russian government wasn’t enough, now they had to outrun and kill a creature made out of people’s flesh.

“Yeah, okay. Yeah, just making sure.” Steve shrugged, acting as if this were normal - which it kind of was at this point.

“Are we sure this thing is still out there, still alive?” Joyce asked. Y/N could see her point, but she also highly doubted that the group had managed to take something as evil and indestructible as the Mind Flayer down. It took all of them to destroy it last year and it most likely only got stronger since the last time they faced off against it.

“El beat the shit out of it, but yeah, it’s still alive.” Max remarked truthfully.

“But if we close the gate again-” Will spoke up for the first time since they saved Y/N and them. To be quite truthful, Y/N kind of forgot he was actually involved in this. She was so used to having to find a way to save him from the clutches of the Upside Down that it felt almost wrong for him to be plotting with them.

“We cut the brain off from the body-” Max continued his train of thought.

“And kill it,” Lucas finished, his eyes sweeping over everyone. “Theoretically.” He added in, just to be safe. Closing the gate had worked last time and Y/N couldn’t seem to find why that it wouldn’t work this time. Everyone let that idea settle in their minds as the conversation lulled, filling the mall with silence once again.

Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, Y/N thought it over. They had to completely rid Will of the Mind Flayer last year before they closed the gate or he would have died. According to what the kids had told them, Billy was the host this time around meaning unless they could get the Mind Flayer from him, he was as good as dead right now. On top of that, everyone who the Mind Flayer made its weapon from are also dead with no bodies. They would essentially disappear. They weren’t even whole bodies now, just flesh stuck to more flesh from what the group had described.

“Yoo-hoo,” A deep, echoing voice startled the group making them all turn towards the sound. There, walking towards them, was the mysterious man who showed up with Joyce and Hopper. He waved two handfuls of paper in the air, the sheets rustling and snapping from the action. His white tank top had dark spots from him obviously sweating and his shorts seemed to have gotten shorter from riding up. “Yoo-hoo!” He yelled again, briskly walking towards them.

Hopper stood, helping Eleven to her feet, making everyone else collectively walk towards him, meeting him at one of the only tables that still stood upright. “What did you work out, Murray?” Hopper gruffed, nearly carrying Eleven over. Standing back, Y/N watched from a distance as Murray slammed the papers to the table, his finger immediately pointing to something. Even from there, she could tell what the freakishly nicely drawn map was of. It was the Russian base.

“Okay, this is what Alexei called ‘the hub’,” He launched into his explanation. “Now, the hub takes us to the vault room.” He pointed to another room on the map. Joyce and Hopper leaned over the table with furrowed brows, trying to understand this seemingly confusing map. Y/N had to say, it would be pretty confusing looking at it from a map such as the one they were looking at, but once you’re down there, it was pretty easy to navigate.

“Okay, where’s the gate?” Hopper questioned, scanning the page.

“Right here,” Murray jabbed his finger into the paper again. “I don’t know the scale on this, but I think it’s fairly close to the vault room, maybe fifty feet or so.” Murray estimated falsely. There was no way the vault room and the gate were fifty feet apart. With all the lengthy corridors and the twisting corners, it took them hours to get from one place to the next.

“More like five-hundred,” Erica stepped up to the table, correcting him. Murray looked over at her, his mouth wide open while Joyce and Hopper sent questioning looks to her as well. “What, you’re just gonna waltz in there like it’s commie Disneyland or something?” She questioned sassily, making the adults’ faces morph into more shock. Murray blinked, closing his mouth as he took offence to the words of a ten-year-old in light blue overalls.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” He asked her, nearly matching Erica’s sass. Y/N’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline. Erica does not take too kindly to people sassing her, Murray was playing a dangerous game.

“Erica Sinclair,” She bobbed her head, the beads in her braids clanging together from the movement. Y/N let out a small, barely heard whistle as she stepped back, almost in fear that she would be caught in the crosshairs of the battle between Erica and Murray. “Who are you?” Pulled a face.

“Murray,” Murray started hesitantly, almost knocked down a peg by Erica. One thing about Erica, she could take you out at the knees with just one look and maybe a snarky remark. “Bauman.” He finished, sounding unsure of himself, but Erica didn’t stop there.

“Listen, Mr. Bunman,” She emphasized, knowing she got his name wrong. It was like they were sitting front row to a death match and Murray was losing hard. “I’m not trying to tell you how to do things, but I’ve been down in that shithole for twenty-four hours,” Lucas sent his sister a look mixed between questioning and scolding before looking back to the silent and wounded Murray. “And with all due respect, you do what this man tells you, you’re all gonna die.” She directed that bit to Hopper and Joyce as a confusing warning.

“It was only twenty-four hours?” Y/N whispered to herself, questioning the concept of time. She could have sworn they were trapped down there for much longer than twenty-four hours. It felt like at least thirty-six hours.

“I’m sorry, why is this four-year-old speaking to me?” Murray bounced back from his shock, delivering an insult that was no match for Erica’s sass nor self-confidence.

“Um, I’m ten, you bald bastard!” Erica shot back, not even wasting a second.

“Erica!” Lucas stammered, almost trying to scold Erica through his own shock.

“Just the facts!” Erica defended.

“She’s got a point.” Y/N spoke up against her better judgement, stepping back up to join the group. She was right about the Russian base and she was right that she was just stating the facts. Murray was a bit of a bald bastard.

“They are right,” Dustin also piped up from behind Erica. “You’re all gonna die, but you don’t have to,” He paused. He sounded like a door-to-door salesman who was trying to sell them some sort of household cleaner that will give them all cancer in ten years' time. He walked past Erica and up to the table. “Excuse me,” He brushed past the Hopper who watched him with weary eyes. Dustin’s plans were never short of entertaining. “Sorry, may I?” He asked Murray as he already grabbed the drawing of the map, not even waiting for Murray’s response.

“Please.” Murray gestured to the table with a sarcastic tone and smile to match. Dustin smiled his adorable, toothless smile, spinning the paper around to face him as he grabbed the pencil, sitting down. Erica plunked herself down next to him, eyes glued to the drawn map.

“Okay, see this room here,” Dustin lightly pressed the tip of the pencil to a part of the map. “This is a storage facility,” He circled the room. Curiously, Y/N walked over to stand behind him, peering over his shoulder. “There’s a hatch in here that feeds into their underground ventilation system,” He explained, pressing the pencil down again, drawing a line from that room to the room with the poorly drawn laser. “That will lead you to the base of the weapon. It’s a bit of a maze down there, but between me, Erica, and Y/N, we can show you the way.” Y/N gave the back of his head a look. She did not sign up to go back down into that base, not after Steve spilled most of their secrets.

“You can show us the way?” Hopper asked slowly.

“Don’t worry, you can do all the fighting and the dangerous hero shit and we’ll just be your,” He paused, looking at Erica before looking back at Hopper. “Navigators.” Even Dustin knew Hopper would be reluctant to allow them to go back down there on this mission.

“No,” He told them point-blank, making their smiles fall from their faces. It was almost like they wanted to go back down there. Erica and Dustin shared a look before looking back up at Hopper, half expecting him to tell them he was just joking. “Nope.” He doubled down, disappointing the two even more.

[skullrock]

the campers, chapter four - Steve x Reader

gif by @harringtown​

chapter four: the routine

series summary: Steve gets a job as a camp counselor at Camp Know Where, intending on using the summer to discover himself. When things start to go wrong at camp, the only people that can help him are the Party, Hopper, and his mortal enemy - you. [Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort]

chapter summary: The first week of camp is in full swing, bringing a few surprises with it.

warnings: swearin’!

word count: 4k (hehe)

a/n: this chapter encompasses the time span of a week so it’s a lil long and has some stuff happening but I hope you enjoy! things are spicin’ up but not like you’d expect! you can catch up on the series here! (ps Hop didn’t die in s4 because I said so <3)

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Camp Know Where buzzes with excitement as the new campers file in on Monday. This is Steve’s first ever orientation - well, besides the one he just went through. He’s never been in a position like this, and he’s nervous as he checks people in. But it’s an easy job.

Until the Party walks in.

Steve stares at them all, mouth agape. El, Mike, Max, Lucas, Will - they’re all here, all carrying bags. Mike takes the lead, glaring tensely at Steve, as usual. Steve avoids him and looks at El. “Are you allowed to be here?”

She nods. “Hop’s letting me.”

Steve shakes his head and finds their names on the roster. He should have known, should have seen their names, but it’s actually a nice surprise. Well, except for Mike. But he’s happy everyone else is here.

“Where’s Dustin?” Lucas asks.

“Helping with move in.” Steve looks up. “Does he know you’re here?”

“It’s a surprise,” Will says, beaming.  

“That’s nice,” Steve says slowly. “Well, don’t be dickheads, okay? Don’t make my job harder for me.”

El shakes her head, but Mike scoffs, “You’re a counselor?”

Steve gestures to his shirt. “Did you think I just disappeared for the past two weeks?”

“I hoped so.”

Max hits his arm. “Come on, let’s go.”

They all step past the table, and Steve puts his head in his hands. They’re gonna kill me, he thinks. A part of him is really happy they’re here, though. He’s not sure if that means he really is fond of them, or if he’s just happy that he can keep them safe here. He straightens and continues helping others check in, directing them to their cabins.

You come up a while later, suppressing a smile as you approach him. He looks flustered, perfected hair now a mess. His cheeks are red and his brows are furrowed as he tries to figure out how many more kids are left to come in.

“How’s it going?” you ask.

He looks up and smiles softly. “So great.”

“It’s not all this boring,” you explain. “Or stressful. It’ll be fun soon, I promise.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “You better not be lying to me.”

“What if I am?”

He thinks for a moment. “I’ll flip your kayak.”

You laugh - a loud, ringing laugh. Steve smiles, pleased to have earned it from you. He wants your friendship to go smoothly, he wants you to like him. After yesterday’s confrontation and subsequent confession of enjoyment, he was starting to think maybe it was going to work out. Maybe you both weren’t going to dislike each other.

You straighten, still smiling down at him. “I’d like to see you try, Steve.” You knock twice on the table he’s at. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

Steve nods, and you linger for just a second longer before heading off.

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Steve continues to surprise you through the first week.

Though you still don’t get the appeal of him, you notice that many of the campers love going to see him for their intramurals. And he’s really good at teaching kids how to dodge a ball, or serve, or kayak. You’d never seen nerds so excited to interact with a jock, but they were, and it was actually heartwarming to see. You watched from the sidelines on your breaks as Steve helped teach kids tennis and soccer, his face red from the sun but beaming. He’d pause to wave at you before continuing, and you had a hard time prying yourself away from the scene. It was like it was in his nature to be a teacher, to care after others - and you’d never really seen that in a preppy jock before.

You also never expected a guy like Steve, known jerk, to be so good at interacting with kids.

You’re walking along the shore before dinner on Thursday when you hear shouts coming from the lake. You squint as you look out before seeing the source.

Steve had taught the kids a new game on the kayaks. They’d pass a ball with their paddles back and forth, and if they could get the ball into the seat of their opponent, they got a point. It was probably extremely dangerous, but the kids had fun, and so did he. He was soaked to the bone after every game, but his face hurt from laughing, and that was enough.

You watch from the shore as he and three other campers play, and you shake your head. Another counselor, Mia, comes up behind you and laughs. “He’s pretty popular, huh?”

“Always has been,” you say, turning to face her.

“He’s nice to watch, isn’t he?” She stands on her tiptoes to look past you. “I could watch that man’s arms for days.” You roll your eyes, and she frowns. “You don’t think so?”

You sigh. “He’s just… Steve. I don’t get the appeal.”

“You’re the only one, it seems,” she says, smiling again. “What is he, your villain origin story?”

It’s surprising how accurate the phrasing is. “It’s complicated.”

She shrugs. “You seem to get along well now, at least. Put in a good word for me, yeah?”

Your words catch in your throat as she walks away. 

Part of you does like Steve. You find enjoyment in him - he’s goofy, he’s funny, he’s kind, and he’s smart. But he’s also the person who made you cry every summer. He’s your childhood bully - how could you enjoy his company? You confuse yourself with your own feelings. It’s like mental gymnastics, trying to hang on to your anger and resentment while equally wanting to like him.

You shake your thoughts out of your head and walk off the shore, away from Steve and his charm.

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The week ends on Friday, leaving everyone exhausted. The Party kept Steve busy when he wasn’t leading intramurals, draining him fully of his energy. They were going to watch a movie with Suzie in one of the recreation rooms, leaving Steve by himself. He was worn and tired, sunburnt and hot. But he still jogged up to you when he sees you after dinner.

“Y/N!”

You whirl around to face him, a friendly smile crossing your face as he comes up.

“Hey,” he says. “Haven’t talked to you in a while.”

“Just since Monday.”

He shrugs. “Felt like a long time.”

There’s a silence before you clear your throat. “How was your week?”

A wide smile spreads over his face. “It was amazing!”

You let him gush, because you’re genuinely interested. He tells you about how easy it is for him to talk to the campers, how he created Kayak Ball (“still working on a better name”), and how he’d made some friends with other counselors. Which leads him to ask, “Are you going to the bonfire tonight?”

Shit.

The annual First Friday Bonfire was tonight, and you’d forgotten all about it. It was usually a very spiritual experience - people would write stories from their past, things that bother them, share it to the group, and then burn the paper in the flames. It was like a reawakening - fire is cleansing, after all. Just last year, you’d wrote about the Steve standing in front of you, hair disheveled and grinning dorkily. You burned the paper and went on with your life.

You never expected he’d be here. It’s a bit mind-boggling.

“Yeah,” you say. “Are you?”

“If you are,” he says, suddenly uncertain. “I don’t really know -”

“Steve, everyone here loves you. You’ve made friends.” You hope the bitterness you feel isn’t being translated into your tone. “You can hang out with these people. They like you.”

He nods, frowning. “I know. It’s just….” He sighs heavily. “I’ve never had people… like me before.”

Your stomach falls as you remember what he had told you about - how he hadn’t talked to Tommy since junior year. These were the first adults he had interacted with in years; he was bound to be nervous.

“I’ll be there.” You reach out and squeeze his shoulder. “But you don’t need me. Everyone here thinks you’re incredible.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re the only thing the girl counselor cabin talks about.”

You see a blush creep up his cheeks. “Really?”

You don’t want to indulge him - you shouldn’t indulge him - but you do. “Every girl here has the hots for you. Maybe even some of the boys.”

Steve’s breath catches. “Every girl?”

You stare at him awkwardly. “Well - n… no, not every girl, but - enough.” You feel embarrassment creeping hotly through your veins. “Not - not me, if you’re thinking -”

“No, no,” he says, just as awkwardly as you. “No, I know that.” He smiles slightly.  “You hate me.”

A smile turns the corners of your lips. “Yeah. I hate you.”

“Right.”

“Right.”

A long and awkward silence ensues before he says, “Yeah - okay. I will see you tonight.”

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Hours later, you saunter over to the counselor bonfire, located right off the shore of the lake. It’s a beautiful, clear night - a slight breeze rustles the trees and the fire licks the stars. You’re a bit late, and Steve’s nervous that you won’t show up. Despite this, he is literally surrounded by the female counselors, who are eagerly asking him about himself.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumble as you approach.

“Look who it is!” Josh shouts out as you near. “Y/N, we’ve been waiting for you.”

“You shouldn’t have,” you say dryly, entering the circle.

Steve pats the log beside him - he had saved you a seat. With all these girls surrounding him, he saved you a seat. He had to tell them, “hey, don’t sit there, it’s reserved,” while he waited for you to show up. It’s a sweet gesture, one that sends your heart beating a little too fast for your liking. You sit beside him, giving a tight lipped smile.

The girls all smile at you, as if it’s all some type of game. And you know why they’re so amused - you had dramatically cut them off each night when Steve would be brought up. You’d throw a pillow over your head and shout at them to just shut up already. They thought you weren’t immune to his charms, just as they weren't. You roll your eyes at them.

Josh hands you a piece of paper and a pencil. “We’re doing the burning ceremony in a few.”

You take the paper and pencil from him gently, sitting it on your lap. Beside you, Steve is clutching his paper tightly to his chest. You bite the inside of your cheek as you think about what to write down - you’d already metaphorically burned Steve last year. You simply write down my past with no elaboration, intending to feed everyone a fake story and then throw it into the fire.

Steve himself didn’t need to think very long about what to write down. His biggest regret was the way he had treated people. A nauseous jerk tugs at his stomach when he thinks about high school, when he thinks about Nancy and Jonathan, when he thinks about the mask he always hid behind. He’s reminded of it every single day here with you - memories that he can’t quite touch but that he knows are there. The feeling of guilt when he looks at you, at the way your brows furrow and eyes narrow at him. How, even now, the pleasantries hide behind past aggression.

He doesn’t blame you.

And maybe, perhaps, burning a piece of paper will make him feel better. It’s not much, but it’s more than he’s ever done.

You listen as everyone goes around and tells their story. Some talk about relationships, or mental health. Each story is met with support from the circle, almost like group therapy. When all comments are said, the paper is thrown in, and everyone claps and cheers as it burns. You can sense that Steve is getting more and more nervous as he gets closer to talking, and you wonder what’s on his paper.

When it’s your turn, you stand up. “I wrote down my past.” You clear your throat. “Uh - I’m not proud of who I used to be. I used to be so quiet and shy. But I’m happier now, and louder, and I’m not afraid of the space that I take up.”

Steve’s eyes burn a hole into your side as you tell your story. He remembers the girl you’re talking about. He remembers how quiet you were, always minding your own business. And his chest hurts when he realizes that he’s probably why you were that way.

It takes a lot of strength for you to not side-eye him.

Everyone tells you that they’re proud and you throw the paper into the fire, sitting back down and crossing your hands over your lap. There’s a tenseness between you and Steve, but no one realizes the connection.

Steve stands, his hands shaking. It takes him a second to find his voice.

“Um. Well, when I was younger - not younger, just a few years ago - I was a jerk.”

You tense up, staring intently into the fire.

“I was such a dick. I made the worst decisions and the worst friends. I used to follow the crowd, because I thought that’s what I had to do to make them like me.” He licks his lips and takes a deep breath. “And I knew it was wrong - I knew it was - but that’s not an excuse. I let it go on for too long, and I hurt a lot of people. And that really kills me each day.”

You squeeze your hands together.

“I’m trying so hard to not be that person anymore, and I’m glad that I’m not. I got away from those people and I found better friends. Friends who believe in me and like me for me.” He clears his throat and sniffles. “But I’m so worried that I’ll turn back into that person again. I know there are people who will always know me as that person, and that sucks.” His eyes land on the top of your head. “But not as much as it sucks for them, I’m sure.

“I’m just ashamed,” he continues. “I wish I could change what I did. I wish I could make everyone believe that I’m not that guy anymore. I wish I wasn’t so scared. Most of all, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

Everyone’s silent. Steve asks, “Do - do I throw it in now?”

“No,” Josh says. “Uh - wow. I don’t even know where to start.”

Steve feels the shame creeping into his chest again and bows his head.

“First of all, man, you’re allowed to change. You can change, and it’s obvious that you did,” Josh says.

Steve looks up, shocked at the validation.

“Yeah,” Nico, Steve’s roommate, interjects. “Dude, you’re one of the nicest, goofiest people I’ve ever met.”

A few yeahs echo around the circle.

“And it’s a good sign that you regret what you’ve done,” another girl, Emily, says. “That shows growth.”

You sit tensely, feeling cold in front of the fire. You know he’s talking about you. And you know he means what he’s saying.

You interject a few moments later. “What matters is that you’re trying to change. That’s the best you can do.”

Steve looks down at you, brows furrowing, but it feels like a weight has lifted off of him, freeing him. Feels like his collar bones aren’t cracking under pressure. His eyes are soft and filled with tears - he wasn’t expecting any of this.

You swallow hard, feeling your own tears swelling in your eyes. “And I think that - I think that it’s obvious you aren’t like who you were before.”

Never in your life did you think you’d say that, and never in Steve’s life did he think he’d hear it.

A few people agree, reinforcing that it’s okay for him to be ashamed, but it’s okay for him to grow, too. It’s a bit much for Steve, who makes a strong effort to not burst out into sobs. You can’t meet his eyes yet, but when he sits down after throwing the paper in, you reach for his hand and squeeze it. It’s more than the truce at the breakfast table - it’s an understanding. It’s forgiveness. It’s comfort. It’s friendship. You decide to truly, finally swallow your past, let the flames do their job, and embrace the new Steve.

Your hand leaves after just a second, but he understands the message, and you both smile the rest of the night.

===

It’s Sunday night now, and you’re doing rounds. It’s a little after one in the morning. You check on every cabin to make sure kids are asleep and safe, then decide to sneak a dip in the lake. It was a cool night, but the water was calling. You approach the pier but stop when you see another body already sitting on the edge, shoulders slumped.

You can tell despite the distance that it’s Steve, and you can tell that something’s wrong.

You make your footsteps loud so he can hear you coming, and you take a seat on the wood beside him. The lake is bright from the moon, and it illuminates on Steve’s sullen face. “You okay?”

He nods softly. “I just wanted to take a walk,” he says, but his voice cracks.

You frown. “Is that all?”

He doesn’t answer for a long time, but you can see that his cheeks and eyes are red and swollen. Finally, he whispers, “I had a nightmare.”

Steve had awoken in a sweat, kicking his sheets off of him and gasping for breath. It was another dream about the Upside Down, and it hit him unexpectedly and hard. Nico had stood over his bed, worry etched onto his face, asking Steve if he was okay. Steve brushed it off and said he needed to go on a walk. When he slipped outside, he cried, hugging himself as he walked to the pier. It was the brightest spot at camp, the only place he felt safe. He had learned the lake like the back of his hand in three week’s time, had found a home in it, and he went there to pull himself together.

A nightmare was a bit of an understatement - it had felt so real. He went weeks without one, happily, assuming the distance from Hawkins was helping. It was disheartening to have one here. Embarrassing, too. He wonders if Dustin or any of the kids had been having them.

The anguish on his face and cheeks is apparent and you whisper, “Hey,” taking his hand and squeezing it again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head numbly. He would like to talk about it, but knows he can’t. “Just a stupid dream.”

You frown. “It’s not stupid to feel scared.”

Steve sniffles. “I know.”

“But do you know?”

Steve stills, eyebrows knitting together again. “I… it’s hard to feel like it’s not stupid.”

You nod. “I know how you feel. Well, at least a bit.”

“Do you have nightmares?”

“No,” you whisper. Your thumb absentmindedly rubs over his. “But I have anxiety. And I know how it feels to think it’s stupid to feel that way.”

Steve nods. “I just kind of… push it down. I try not to bother people with it.”

“You’re not bothering people who love you for talking about it. Have you told Dustin?”

“Yeah, but… he’s got his own problems.”

You nod in understanding. After a few moments of silence, you say, “You can talk to me.”

He laughs solemnly. He wishes he could talk to someone about it. Someone outside of the people who were there, or outside of the shrinks that Doc Owens had recommended. Anyone with a new perspective. But he can’t, because the person he’d confide in would die, and he really doesn’t need that on his conscience. That’s not something you could burn in a fire and forget about.

“I’m serious,” you say. “I can help.”

Steve kicks his feet back and forth in the water for a few minutes. Then he looks over at you. “How do you stop being anxious?”

“You don’t,” you say, laughing. “It just gets easier to hide. But having friends helps, and loving yourself helps.”

“I don’t have either.”

You elbow his side gently. “You have friends, Steve. And I’ll be damned if you don’t like yourself by the time you leave here.”

He’s quiet again, then says, “It’s really hard for me to think of people as friends. It’s hard to think that people actually want to hang out with me. Tommy and Carol used me for money and an empty house.” He shrugs lazily. “The attention just feels so… superficial now.”

And it makes your heart ache, because maybe that’s why he won’t give in to the girls here. He thinks they don’t like him for him - they only like him for his looks. Even if he wants them to like him, if he wants someone to love, it’s hard to accept it. The realization ignites an odd anger in you; he doesn’t deserve to feel like this.

“Maybe,” you whisper. “But at least you’re aware of it, right?”

He nods and shrugs again. “I guess.”

More silence.

“Your speech on Friday…,” you say softly. “It meant a lot.”

“It didn’t have to -”

“But it did.”

He swallows and turns to face you. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” you say, rubbing his thumb again. “I forgive you.” You smile. “For real this time.”

He smiles, too. “Apparently, since you can’t stop holding my hand.”

You retract it quickly, holding it to your chest. You didn’t realize how long you’d been holding it, and you blushed deeply. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“You sure?” he grins. “Because someone told me every girl here likes me.”

You kick water towards him and he laughs, kicking back. You’re happy to see the light back in his eyes.

“So Kayak Ball, huh?”

“It’s the next big thing.” He seems proud of it.

You hum. “So I’ve heard.” You splash water towards him again. “You gonna teach me?”

Steve laughs incredulously. “You want to learn?”

“Yeah,” you smile, shrugging. “Maybe I can stop by tomorrow on my break.”

He smiles widely. “You’re gonna get your ass kicked.”

You push up and reach out for his hand, pulling him up with you. “Let me walk you back to your cabin, okay?”

“You don’t have to -”

“I don’t want you to get lost in the woods.”

You walk together in silence, but Steve feels comforted. Like maybe he could go back to sleep when he lays down instead of worrying about dying.

“Hey,” you say when you approach his cabin. “Um… Mia? She wanted me to put in a good word for her.”

“As in?”

“As in, you should sit with her at lunch.” You wink. “She’s one of those ‘every girls’ that likes you.”

His eyes widen and then he smiles, shaking his head. “You mean it?”

“No, it’s a prank.”

He laughs softly and shakes his head again. “Well, thanks for the tip.”

You smile and nod. When you turn to walk towards your cabin, you say, “Goodnight, Steve.”

He waves after you. “Goodnight.”

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[clericbyers]

I have been thinking about the exchange between Will and Mike at the end of ST3 and in particular their word choice. In artistic media, whatever is articulated is there with purpose. It’s not coincidence (an old example is that if a gun is mentioned in text to be on a wall to a reader, then the reader expects the gun to be important in some manner, whether it is for metaphoric narrative or is literally used because it was explicitly pointed out in the narrative). In terms of cinematic media, the published take was used instead of other versions for whatever reason the director(s) decided, so everything has intent. (Finn even said in a Hollywood Reporter interview that the Duffers shot “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls,” with different phrasing, adding “yet” in one take that ended up unused. So, there’s definitely attention payed to what exactly is being said between Will and Mike.)

That being said, I wanna focus a lot on Mike’s, “Yeah, but what if you want to join another party?” and Will’s, “Not possible.” Before this exchange, Will donates his D&D manuals. He’s not taking it with him despite spending a good while three months back trying to regroup the Party through it. He states that he’ll use Mike’s set, if “we still wanna play”. Here he puts the ball in Mike’s court while acknowledging that they both might grow up and grow out of the interest but Mike holds the means to pursue D&D again. Mike says, “Yeah, but,” and it’s simple acknowledgement neither here nor there because he had something more important to say, something that unnerves him enough to let his gaze wander. He seems a little unsure and he pauses before continuing on, gathering his thoughts. He doesn’t make eye contact with Will until he says, “What if you want to join another party?”

[x]

Now party had two meanings in ST: party as in D&D in general and the Party (which I’ll capitalize) which is the best friend circle of Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin. Max and El join later but those four are the Party when it comes to D&D. Mike’s question is loaded. He asks if Will wants to play D&D with other people, he asks if Will wants to find a new friend group to replace the Party. He paints it as a hypothetical, a possibility for Will to pursue if he wants to, not when he plans to. Mike doesn’t say, “Yeah, but you can still find another party while you’re gone.” That is giving explicit permission for Will to move on, it’s what he already expects in a way but doesn’t want. He doesn’t say, “Yeah, but you might want to find a new party.” That paints the Party (and in turn himself) as old and something of the past, which Mike is battling with himself in terms of what it means to grow up.

Mike is asking about this loaded hypothetical situation. “What if,” hypothetically, “you wanna join another party?” ‘Another party’ implies in addition to the Party, an alternate of sorts. It’s not necessarily a replacement, just an addition. He’s offering the possibility because much like what Mike did when El joined the Party, the addition can very well become a replacement. Consider it ironic I suppose, but he doesn’t want Will to replace him.

Will’s response though...his response kills me dead. Will didn’t say, “Impossible.” He said, “Not possible.” There’s a difference between impossible and not possible. Impossible means it can’t occur, it cannot exist. It’s simply not able to be done no matter what. Every single possible event in the world can occur and this one thing simply cannot be done. It’s very finite and, well, pretty extreme and intense. ‘Not possible’ though? It’s technically the same meaning but context and delivery matters. ‘Not possible’ is so much more freeing in terms of interpretation than impossible.

[x]

For example, “It’s impossible to give you a ride,” vs “It’s not possible to give you a ride.” The former phrase implies defeat. It’s literally never going to happen for whatever reason. Maybe the car is full already or you have too much luggage that can’t fit. The bounds of the real world inhibit you from the car ride. It’s frankly just not gonna happen. The latter phrase though infers that there are other circumstances that means this simply isn’t possible. Giving you a ride isn’t in the list of possibilities at the moment. Maybe the car has an extra seat but there’s a dog you’re allergic to in it. It’s not impossible for you to ride in the car—there’s a free seat—but it’s not a possible option for you if you don’t want to have an allergic reaction.

In the context of Will’s reply, impossible would mean that Will can’t ever find another party. That’s frankly false; he could probably find another party, which Mike hypothetically thinks may happen given his question. Will knows this, he could find more people to play D&D with, it’s not impossible to join another party. But he looks down at the box between them—a box full of old toys to donate and move on from, a symbol itself of growing up—and then shakes his head with a soft smile. It’s technically possible to join another party—he has that choice—but in actuality, it’s not possible for him. It’s not possible for Will to replace the Party. It’s not possible for Will to replace Mike. Those cards aren’t in his hand despite them being in the deck.

Will is saying so much just with those two words, reassuring Mike that even though they have growing up in front of and between them (literally in terms of the donation box that’s only there because he’s moving away), the one thing that won’t change is how he feels, and his relation to Mike. That change is not possible. He will always love Mike.

And then Mike smiles.

[x]

Mike smiling with Will isn’t new, but the thing to note here is how he smiles. It’s not just a simple grin. He’s shy, he’s soft, he’s careful, he’s cautious. Mike being cautious about showing affection to Will? That’s new. He’s always been the first to reach out with Will, always caring and checking in, reaching out physically and emotionally. Throughout ST3, he’s shutting Will out and throwing that in his face and when he does that, Mike’s not cautious (as usual), but in ST3 it’s to the negative extreme of brashness.

Now though, Mike is questioning. He even called Will ‘dude’ earlier, trying to get a handle on his relationship with Will. Will is a boy, he’s a dude, he’s Mike’s male friend, right? He could have said “Woah, Will,” or “Whoa, Byers,” or even just, “Whoa,” but saying dude? Why would he ever have to do that, especially if he was still with El? Why is he reinforcing the fact that Will is “dude”? There’s all sorts of interpretations to be had on that but I wanna focus on Mike’s behavior afterwards. As stated before, Mike’s eyes wander when he gets a little unnerved, he worries if Will might forget about him, he’s nervous. Why would Mike be nervous about this? If he’s confident in his friendship with Will, there shouldn’t be any question about it even with the move. Yet, he questions being replaced, questions where he stands, questions what they are.

In response to Mike’s smile, Will smirks.

[x]

It’s a direct contrast to Mike. Will’s not shy, soft, or cautious. He knows what he said, what he implied (at least for himself if Mike doesn’t). He’s blatantly flirty. He’s figured out where he is and what he wants. He showed Mike the level playing field (“I’ll just use yours when I come back. I mean, if we still wanna play.”) and he’s kinda like, “I’ll see you when you get there.” There being acknowledging his feelings. I think it’s also Will noting maybe that Mike likes him, too, compared to three months prior when Mike basically broke his heart and Will proceeded to breakdown over it. Here, Will sees Mike’s shy smile, he sees his nervousness. Will has successfully put his heart out on the line (again) and this time Mike didn’t stomp on it. Mike is pleased to have it, and he’s careful about it. This is something new, them both noting that there’s something different between them. Now, it’s up to Mike to shoot his shot if he wants to.

(And later, when Mike mentions Will in his conversation with El, he gets excited about playing games again when El and Will come back to visit, excited about taking that shot (given games and D&D is Mike and Will’s metaphoric narrative about their friendship while growing up), and then backtracks. He says he sounds like he’s 7. At 7, Mike’s best friends were Will and Lucas. (There’s no explicit age stated when Lucas befriended the two but I assume it to be maybe like a year after Mike and Will became friends.) Mike basically said he sounds like a kid again, naive about many things yet deeply caring toward his friends and well, not dating anyone. In Mike’s character profile in the concept bible, he plays D&D to escape from the fact that he doesn’t have a girlfriend. D&D came out in 1979, which is when Mike is 8 (or 7 depending on his birthday). He wants to restart that D&D obsession, noting that D&D is a metaphor for Will and Mike’s relationship. He wants to return to this closeness from being kids, where it didn’t really matter what the affection meant. But he also knows that he’s 14 and growing up. This isn’t something he should want yet he says it right in front of El, his supposed girlfriend, the one he claims to love yet can’t tell her himself and then can’t return the statement or the kiss after she confesses too. He says it after the exchange with Will, where D&D turned from the game used to maintain the friendship into the game where they can take go further if Mike is ready for it.)

tl;dr Mike likes Will, too and Will gave him a second chance to try again if he’s done being a clown and wants to own up to his feelings.

[ first two gifs by ilu-3000 and last two by cath-avery, as credited above ]

#byler #byeler #mike wheeler #will byers #byler meta #long post #i didn't include any 'comphet mike' theories to this #though you are welcome to infer that bc i do as well to a degree #anyway its just basically that mike is struggling to accept his feelings #but will is willing to give him a second chance to try once mike figures out what's up with himself #and when will returns its up to mike to decide where to go from there #otp: palaric

[kaypeace21]

I have a question but I just want to say first that I love your theories. They’re very well thought-out and interesting. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you could explain how Mike is queer-coded? I’ve seen you mention it and I’ve seen others talk about his attraction to androgynous El, but is there more? Thanks!

ALOT MORE! I talked about it here in the past- but without getting too much into s3 (since I’ve already talked about s3 byler extensively).I’ll just have links for everything I noticed in s3 at the bottom of this post. In regards to s1 and 2, Mike was heavily coded as queer. But most significantly this was done in s1- arguably he was more queer coded than Will ever was. I won’t get into all the details (we’d be here all day) but the highlights, at the top of my head are-

s1

- Mike in his his basement has a red heart being propelled by a rainbow.

- 4 separate characters said El looked like a boy, but Mike doesn’t care! Even one of the men thought El might be the missing ‘Byers boy’. When El loses her wig , Troy said “she doesn’t even look like a girl” to the cops. But Mike just calls her “really pretty”

-Nancy says “I thought you were acting weird, but I thought it was because of Will” And Mike responds “I thought you were acting weird too I thought it was because of Steve … Do you like Jonathan now”?” Nancy: “No, do you like Eleven?”. They literally compared the explicit love triangle between Steve/Nancy/Jonathan to the Will-Mike-El dynamic!

- Mike literally uses gender inclusive pronouns when talking about crushes using the word “someone” (3 times), and embarrassing himself because he can’t articulate the difference between friendship and romance. When he could of simply given the 80s heteronormative  answer of ‘when a boy likes a girl’.

Mike: “ you go to school dances with someone. 

You know someone that you like” 

El: “a friend?”

Mike: ‘not a friend uh … uh someone like a” (gives up and kisses her)

-Mike’s mom said “ What’s been going on with Will, I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you. I just … want you to feel like you can talk to me. I never want you to feel like you have to HIDE anything from me” (she even emphasizes the word ‘hide”  (which is heavily queer coded)

- when Will ‘dies’, “we can be heroes” by David bowie (a bisexual singer) plays,   “And we kiss as though nothing could fall and the shame” is the lyric that plays when Mike returns to his house and cries in his mother’s arms over the ‘death’ of Will. Do I have to explain how ‘kissing and shame’ are queer-coded . And how such a lyric is oddly romantic- if we’re supposed to see their bond as nothing but platonic XD

-his dad jokes “Absolutely not” *turns to wife* “our son with a girl?”.

- when Lucas makes fun of his crush on EL, Lucas gets down on one knee  and says “ I love you so much, will you marry me?” and literally 1s later, we’re introduced to the bullies and the idea (for the first time) that Will is ‘gay’, and Mike is in the forefront of the scene and unlike his friends he is THE ONLY ONE physically assaulted (like a gay-bashing) .  They leave Lucas and Dustin unharmed. Even though Lucas just proposed to another guy- which should have gotten him a beating by the homophobic bullies.

It’s supposed to subconsciously hint Mike is queer like Will, and likes Will. The first interaction with the bullies, they mention Will being ‘gay’ right after they mention Mike’s crush on androgynous El and have a guy propose to Mike. Mike says to “ignore them” ( the homophobic remarks) but is assaulted anyways. And when asked what happed he doesn’t want to tell El the details cause he’s ashamed . 

2nd time the bullies talk about Will, Mike is once again in the forefront, unlike his straight friends who are in the background . But this time Mike initiates the confrontation), as the bullies say Will is “flying in fairyland with all the other little fairies. All happy and gay”. Mike was literally on the verge or tears at this comment (despite being happy a few moments earlier , telling the others to ‘act sad’ because they’d look suspicious other wise). But this is the comment where Mike snaps and pushes Troy back (because he took it personally/wanted to defend Will). 

The framing of Mike once again being in the front and snapping at the homophobic remarks (these gifs don’t do it justice, just rewatch the scene -Mike eyes water at the remarks). Then the last time the bullies appear , Mike jumps off the cliff and “flies like a fairy” (like Troy said) thanks to El . Troy at the police station even uses the word “fly” not levitate.

- Mike proclaiming “I’m the only one who cares about Will!” Seems like something a kid with a crush might say ( because obviously his other friends care about Will). But he thinks he cares the most.

-Mike sneaking out to find Will, as Steve sneaks in to Nancy’s. They both even make eye contact (and pretend not to have seen each other).

- they share dinosaur toys , in s1 and 2 they appear to be the only ones with dinosaur toys.

- The s1 mom hug scene where Mike feels he lost Will is paralleled in s3 - signifying how he lost him a 2nd time.

- Mike in the 1st ep being the one to insist on looking for Will in the rain (callback to s3). But he never went looking for El when he saw her through his window? Even when Mike saw Will’s dead body, the second he heard his voice he convinced his friends to help rescue him!

- You remember the binder (from s1) that Mike keeps, filled with 100s of Will’s drawings, and how he caresses the drawing after thinking Will was dead. That’s totes platonic.

s2

- Will in all 3 seasons identifies as a wizard. But in s2 Mike (the paladin) says Will is a cleric. Meaning this reflects how Mike actually feels about Will. In d&d, they have similar moral values, powers, and generally need and depend on each other in the lore of d&d. Paladins have similar healing powers to clerics, but clerics have stronger healing abilities - which is interesting since Mike has always been viewed as the protector. But to Mike Will has helped him (maybe deal with the loss of El and other trauma) , just by being there. And if Mike says Will is a cleric,despite Will still identifying as a wizard in s3, it shows how deeply Mike actually feels about Will. It shows he views Will as one of the only people who understands him and views him as a healing presence and his moral compass.

“ strength of conviction gave many paladins a sense of common fellowship but did not always endear them to others. In many cases, paladins did not get along quite as well with other non-paladin adventurers, with the exception of clerics with similar beliefs.”

“A Paladin tries to hold to the highest standards of conduct, but even the most virtuous Paladin is fallible. Sometimes the heat of emotion causes a Paladin to transgress his or her oath (of honesty, courage, compassion, honor ,and duty). A paladin who has broken a vow typically seeks absolution from a cleric who shares his or her faith or from another paladin of the same order. After a rite of confession and forgiveness, the paladin starts fresh.

-Mike stands next to Will under the rainbow poster

- Mike forces Will to dance with a girl, but you literally see Mike’s shocked expression like  ‘what,why’d I do that ?’ And after this, they show Dustin looking sad about Max/Lucas dancing and then they have Mike get into the frame (next to Dustin) and look sad when Will/girl are dancing in the same exact frame as Max/Lucas. As they switch between these 2 shots.

- All the mileven byler parallels or byler scenes were almost ALL initiated by Mike. If the parallels were meant to show a one sided love triangle (on Mike’s end). They would of made Will the instigator not Mike! Parallels can be watched here , start at 6:50)

-Mike initiated the “crazy together’ line- and in s3 he said ‘blank makes you crazy’. So subconsciously he knew the line had romantic connotations.

-Mike initiating the hand hold (with a zoom in shot) and in the show this is only done for romantic pairings. Also Mike being the one to initiate the ‘arm thing’ which is generally romantic. But in s3 , Lucas also does this, saying “I am spending quality time with my girlfriend’

-Mike saying, asking him to be his friend was the “best thing I’ve ever done”

-Mike constantly following Will around, asking if he’s okay or biking to his house to check on him. In s3 running out to chase Will to the garage and apologizing, and running into a storm to apologize a 2nd time.

YOU SEE A PATTERN! Mike is whipped! And is the one constantly chasing and pursuing Will, not the other way around! Before s3, people always portrayed Will as the (stereotypical- problematic trope of ) a sad-pinning-gay in a one sided love with Mike. It’s like people didn’t even watch the show (and just assigned tropes/stereotypes they wanted, that weren’t actually there). Will (probably too shy or scared to- because of homophobic taunts) never initiated a single byler moment- it was ALWAYS Mike!!! If people were actually objective, they would of thought it was Mike who was the one pinning! I talked about it here. 

We literally only saw Will pine or be jealous in s3 when Mike was in a relationship with El/when they fought.  

The cannon Spotify playlists

called ‘Mike’s basement beats’- These are character playlists that Spotify and St worked on together after s2.

-his first song is “small town boy” an 80s LGBT anthem about living in a small town and being queer and bullied. Every band member was openly gay.

-his 11th song is ‘don’t you want me’ from a “celebrate your gay pride” album

S3

I’m not repeating my literal essays so here are the links to pretty much all my s3 byler meta.  (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

- brief s3 mentions) it’s implied Will and Mike go on movie double dates all the time (right after he makes out with El). He celebrates the holidays (generally associated with introducing s.os) with Will/El. The breakup with El is treated comedically - and all Mike does is complain and burp on the couch. The byler breakup is serious (with the backdrop of rain)while Mike was visibly upset he hurt Will and apologized twice almost immediately . Running to the garage and then into the rain and banging on his door (s2 callback). The “it was the best thing I’ve ever done “ shed scene was shot purposely more romantic than the pool shed scene of “you’re the most important thing in the world to me”. The fact he think “blank makes you crazy”,and he used a similar line on Will in s2. The fact that Mike equates falling in love with girls as a part of growing up and his love for El as something “old people” say. While his affections for Will , he believes are childish (like d&d) and something he has to grow out of. The “I love her” scene was treated comedically. The last Mike/Will exchange vs Mike having his eyes open and not kissing El back . Not remembering he said “I love her”, and dismissing it as something he said in the heat of the moment. Mike looking back at the Byers house , then flashing to Will crying, than flashing back to Mike hugging his mom. Then those scenes having a monologue about not wanting feelings to change but how it’s inevitable.

Also we see in s3 (in El’s room) the return of the heart being propelled by a rainbow.

No hate, but I’m honestly flabbergasted when people think Mike is straight when he’s literally MORE queer coded than Will. Is it just my autistic brain seeing things as obvious, that others easily miss- or just people refuse to see it … or heteronormativity getting in the way?

gif credit : (not sure about the first 2, tell me if they’re yours so I can give credit), last 3 by  eggogorgon , the last gif by cath-avery

#byler #byeler #mike wheeler

[darling-i-read-it]

Santa Costume

Jim Hopper x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: some cuss words I think!

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this and I hope it was what you were kinda looking for!

Requested: by anon, Hi! Can you do a Hopper x reader, where the reader makes Hopper dress up as Santa when he looses a dare. But he makes the kids happy and then reader and him have a cutesy kiss or something?

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

(not my gif)

Hopper didn’t despise Christmas but it also wasn’t his favorite thing to do ever. It took him a while to warm up to spending Christmas with you and Eleven, a whole year and one Christmas, but he was still a little off putting since Sarah had died and his wife divorced him. He was perfectly content with his little family now, however Christmas still made him cringe some.

You sat at the table at the arcade across from him. It was the first time he was allowing Eleven to go to it and he wanted to be there to watch her. You did promise her however that you would make sure her grumpy dad wouldn’t bother her too much as long as she stayed in sight and didn’t kiss Mike to often when he was looking.

You twirled the straw on your soda while you looked at him, chowing down on some crappy nachos with even crappier cheese.

You could hear the faint conversations of the kids over the many other people chattering around in the room and you could just make out a game of truth or dare.

“Truth or dare Jim?” He raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

“I didn’t know we were 5 years old Y/N.” You leaned forward a bit to see him better.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He gave you another stern look which you all but ignored as you leaned closer again, off the chair now. “Truth or dare Jim Hopper.”

“Dare.”

You leaned back, a smile growing on your face that could be counted as mischievous. You took a long drink of you soda as you pretended to think.

“I dare you to leave Eleven alone for the rest of the day or else-”

“There has never been a ‘or else’ in truth or dare that isn’t in the rules.”

“I make my own rules! Or else you have to wear a santa costume. But you get to be with Eleven.” His face twisted, perplexed at the options in front of him. Neither were terrible options really to you but to him it was like choosing which way he wanted to die tonight. He looked at Eleven, her hair grown and face turned toward Mike who was also staring at her. Watching their faces he knew what was behind them. Even if he couldn’t admit it, he had seen Mikes face on his own, when he looked at you. He cringed and looked back at you.

“You don’t even have a damn santa costume.” You smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.

“Never underestimate the power of your girlfriend Jim.”

Later, there he stood, in front of the mirror, staring more at you than at himself as you looked at him. There was a grand smile on your face, one that he would have loved to see if it wasn’t for the circumstances.

“Where the hell did you get a Santa costume?” He turned to you and away from the mirror. You were back in the safety of your own cabin but the kids were just outside the bathroom the two of you had gone in. You asked Eleven to ask them to come, keeping your promise to Hopper that he would be able to see her.

“I have my own ways. Come, come I want the kids to see. Eleven is going to die.”

“Does she even know who Santa is?”

“We had Christmas together last year and she isn’t incompetent. The mall had a built in Santa picture place and we’ve taken her there.” You opened the door a bit but he didn’t move to leave the room. You leaned against the doorframe and raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

“Yes. Come on Jim.” He looked at you and then at the door and let out a long, stalling sigh. You moved forward and grabbed his hand, dragging him out as best you could. You could already hear the chatter happening in the living room that was bound to stop when you entered.

You weren’t wrong. The second Jim came out the door all the teenagers turned to look at him and then burst into a gleeful laughter. Eleven got up from the couch and walked over pulling on his fake beard.

“You look silly,” she said but the grin on her face was evident. You stepped back and walked to the couch, sitting next to Max who was stifling a full blown laughter with her hand.

“Don’t I know it kid.” Dustin stood up and shook his head, grin on his face.

“Hold up, why? Why is this happening?”

“He lost a dare. Had to pay the consequences,” you told him. Hopper gave you a look to which you just shrugged and leaned back, admiring your handiwork. Mike turned to you.

“What was your dare?” he asked. You froze momentarily in your spot and you saw Jim’s face light up. You hadn’t thought he would remember.

“She hasn’t gotten one yet,” Hopper announced.

“Well?” Lucas called, eager to hear what humiliating thing you had to do. You gave Hopper a hard look that let him know you were in no way playing around. He shrugged, eyes locked with yours.

“I’ll come up with something but it sure ain’t appropriate for your PG-13 ears,” he said, ruffling Elevens hair. You raised an eyebrow and the tenseness went away. He wasn’t doing anything until later.

“Okay Jim. Game on.”

The kids kept fussing over him but you just sat and watched the torture, enjoying it a lot.

#jim hopper imagines #jim hopper x reader #stranger things imagines

[imagines-oneshots-galore]

Talk Later?

A/N: WELCOME BACK. I got another request here, this one is with a Henderson!Reader. Again, I took some liberties with the request. I think it still fits, but it just made more sense in terms of timelines and such. Either way I hope y’all like it!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Fandom: Stranger Things (specifically Stranger Things 3)

Word Count: 1,813

Summary/ Request:  Can you do a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader imagine where they meet up at the Starcourt before the battle and worry/asses each other’s injuries (her’s from the Mind Flayer and Steve’s from the Russians) and while they’re meant to be preparing, Steve decides it’s the time to finally confess his feelings?

Warnings: Some violence, sad times, light sexy times. 

Ao3 

Masterlist

(I don’t think that that is what he is saying in the gif, but meh, who cares. 

This was it. 

You, and all your friends, were gonna die. 

Billy was speeding towards you, his camaro’s engine was thrumming with power, and compared to the thunks and groans your car was making, you would be lucky if Jonathon’s car would even start.  

Nancy was firing shot after shot at Billy, but no matter how good of an aim she had, he didn’t seem to be slowing down. Tears clouded your vision, and you could hear the kids screams, but you could only think of your loved ones. 

“I love you Dust Bunny” you said through the walkie as you braced yourself against the back of the car. You were scared to leave your brother behind, but you had no doubt that Steve would love and take care of Dustin in your place. You just prayed that he would live to see the next day, even if you didn’t.

But instead of an impact, your head snapped up as you heard the scream of metal hitting metal and the squealing of tires. 

“Griswold family, do you copy?!” Dustin yelled over the walkie, “Y/N please! Tell me you’re okay!” you could hear the tears in his voice, so you fought through the shock to reply. 

“We’re all good Scoop Troop, a little shaken up, but we’re good” You said as you let out a breath, and looked over to Steve who sat in the driver’s seat of the TodFather. He was your knight in shining armor. Well, more like your knight in a sailor costume. 

However, your relief was short lived as you felt the ground shake, so forcefully you felt it from within the back of the car, and heard the terrifying roar of the Mindflayer as it crawled atop the destroyed Starcourt Mall. 

Thankfully, right then, Jonathon was able to get the car started, and Nancy called for Steve and Robin to jump in. Steve climbed into the back with you, and Robin managed to squeeze in with Lucas and Will. You let out a squeak as Steve grabbed you when Jonathon peeled out of the parking lot, bringing you into his lap and drowning you in a hug. You clung to him like a lifeline, breathing him in. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had thought about him too, when you saw Billy cruising towards you. You thanked every god there was that he was okay, well, relatively okay.

“Oh my god Steve! What happened to your face?” You said as you sat back and got a good look at him. You lightly swiped your thumb under his swollen eye, before trailing it to his cheek, a frown crossing your face.  He couldn’t help but close his eyes at your soft touch, leaning into the hand that was now holding his face. He felt like he finally had a second to breath, now that you were safe in his arms. Your hands stroking his face reminded him that he did in fact have to open his eyes, and reply to you. 

“Ah, just some Russians, don’t worry about it. This is like, the third time in the last two years my face has looked like this,” He laughed, shaking his head and wrapping around his arm around your waist a little tighter as Jonathon took a sharp turn. You gasped as his fingers hit a spot on your side, and your hand flew down to cover his. 

“You okay Y/N/N?” Steve asked frantically, moving you off his lap and onto the seat, his own body switching to the floor where he put his hands on your face and arm, looking for any visible injuries. You shuddered as your hand grazed the spot again, and you felt a small amount of liquid slip through your fingers. 

“Oh my god! You’re bleeding!” Steve shrieked, causing Jonathon to swerve and Nancy to send a glare to the back. You had to stop yourself from laughing as he tried to (unsuccessfully) rip off a piece of his shirt, “need to stop the bleeding…” being mumbled under his breath. “Steve, I’m fine, it’s just a graze from some glass,” You said as you took his hands in yours, making him stop trying to rip apart his uniform. Just then, a sound came over the walkie again, one you never thought you’d actually here. 

“Dusty Buns do you copy?”

“I copy Suzie-Poo, it sounds much better now, thanks” You looked back up to Steve and you both came to the realization at the same time. 

“Suzie” 

You couldn’t help but shake your head at the craziness of it all. There you were, sitting in the back of Jonathon’s car, hearing your brother talk to his girlfriend about Planck’s constant, so that Hopper and Joyce could get into the secret Russian base underneath the mall, to shut down a machine that linked your world to an alternate dimension. Oh and not to mention the fact that there was a giant ass monster running after you. 

Speaking of the Mindflayer, he decided to make his presence known once again, by unleashing yet another ear shattering roar into the air.

Before you really thought about it, you threw yourself back into Steve’s lap, hiding your face in his neck, as his arms instinctively wrapped around you. You realized a beat later what you had done,  and immediately tried to move back. 

“S-Sorry…” You said as you pulled away slightly, not getting too far due to the arms that were still wrapped firmly around your waist. 

“S’okay,” Steve whispered, but you could tell his attention was elsewhere. Instead, as you felt your heart start thundering in your chest, you realized that he was staring at your lips. His eyes flicked back up to meet your gaze, and the next thing you knew he had crashed his lips to yours. The kiss was frantic, as if you both couldn’t get enough. Maybe it was because you both knew that it could be the last time you ever got the chance to do it, or maybe it was the thrill of finally acting upon unsaid feelings. Maybe it was a combination of both, but neither of you were complaining. 

Steve’s hands were everywhere, pulling you closer onto his lap and trailing them down your back as you gripped onto his amazing hair. Stars danced behind your eyelids as you finally got to kiss the boy you had been crushing on since middle school. It was horrible timing, but who were you to question fate?

While you and Steve were off in your own bubble of teenage hormones, Robin and Will were sat upfront, both amused and horrified by not only your makeout session, but with Dustin and Suzie singing “The Never Ending Story” over the walkie. 

“What on EARTH is happening right now?! There is a monster chasing us while Steve and Y/N are making out in the back and Dustin is doing karaoke!” Lucas shouted as he looked at the remainder of the group. Robin and WIll shrugged, prepared to let it go in favor of focusing on getting away from the MindFlayer. But then Robin heard Steve groan and she did NOT want to hear what other sounds the two of you could make if she let you continue.  

“Steve! Y/N!” Robin said as she threw a can at Steve’s head. You broke apart immediately, with Steve glaring at Robin as he rubbed the back of his head. 

“We’ll talk later?” You asked through a laugh, even though Robin had ruined a moment, you had to admit that she had good aim. 

“Yeah, yeah sounds good!” Steve said as he cleared his throat, trying to discreetly shift under you without you noticing...

“Oh my god! Steve’s got a boner!” Lucas shouted, laughing maniacally as Steve turned a bright shade of red.

“C’mon man! Not cool!” Steve looked back to you, trying to gauge your reaction, but your gaze was locked onto the back window.

“Hey guys!” You said nervously, getting the attention of the entire car. “It’s turning around”

“What?” Nancy asked from the front. 

“It’s turning around,” 

“Maybe we wore it out?” Lucas suggested.

“I don’t think so, hold on!” 

Jonathon said as whipped the car around, flying back towards Starcourt Mall

~~~~

In the end, the battle had been won, but the victory didn’t come without a price.

Max had left without her step brother, and although he had been a dick to everyone, including you, you knew of what went on behind closed doors. You also knew that he had been possessed, like Will had been, his actions weren’t of his own free will. 

He was a kid that had been taken advantage of, and was a victim like everyone else. In the end he had sacrificed himself to Save El, a girl he had just met, because she showed him two minutes of kindness. 

You believed that Billy Hargrove deserved better than the fate that was handed to him. 

And El, poor El, lost the only parental figure she had. Hopper’s death was felt by all of you, and it was going to take a long time for the party to heal from those wounds. He too, had given his life for the world, and there wasn’t even ash left to remember him by. 

It was a grueling few months that followed. You’d attended both Billy’s and Hopper’s funerals, and helped the Byers, including El, move out of Hawkins. The only thing that got you through those tough times, was your boyfriend Steve. He had held your hand and wrapped his arms around you through the night when you were plagued by nightmares. He meant the world to you, and you thanked the stars every day that he had come into your life. 

“Hey Steve?” You asked as you laid upon his chest, his steady heartbeat thumping under your ear. 

He hummed in reply, his eyes closed and relaxed, fingers softly carding through your hair.

“I just wanted to say that I love you” He opened his eyes then, and you nearly melted when you saw the pure adoration shining in them.

“I love you too Y/N, more than you know,” He said as he leaned down, pulling you closer to his body and kissing you like your life depended on it. The fire still burned as bright as it had that night, if not more so, and before you knew it, Steve had laid himself on top of you, seemingly now shirtless. You felt his mouth start to trail from your lips, to your jaw, to the curve of your…

The door burst open, and to your horror, Dustin strolled in without a care in the world. You tried to throw Steve off as fast as possible, but the damage was done. 

“OH GOD, MY EYES!”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #Steve harrington x Henderson!reader #stranger things #Stranger things 3 #henderson!reader #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #will byers #jonathon byers #billy hargrove #nancy wheeler #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x you

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

The News (Sriracha, Part 41.)

Series description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could let you far away from all the trouble.

Part Summary: The wedding came way sooner than you expected to, you could maybe say that you weren’t even prepared for a thing of such a caliber. Also, did El and Mike really told Mr. Clarke that they’re cousins?

A/N: This chapter is a complete and utter chaos and I love it so much. Inspired by all of the romantic songs from the 80s’. There is a lot of callbacks to the OG Stranger Things (like El and Mike being cousins) and into the origins of this series as well.

Warnings: THIS SHIT IS HEART-WARMING, IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, MF, BECAUSE I LOVE AND YOU MATTER TO ME AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THIS. Also, a lot of fluff. ♥

Word count: 5K

Tagging: @nemodoren @missdictatorme @ysljordy @creedslove​ @hopperlover​

Series master list: H E R E

GIF SOURCE

Life can go completely crazy once you decide to something insane with it. Like having a wedding with a guy who you love without any judging, yet still being a college student. The big date was set on the first July of 1986, which meant that you had to study for that semester’s finals, take care of the new house you owned, having Eleven moving back and on top of that, you were doing preparations for the wedding. Now, that was what you called busy.

It was quite weird when you once took El to Hawkins High to sign the papers with her, meeting professor Clarke in the process. You let Max and El go to your car while he wanted to have small chit-chat with you.

"How are you and your Hopper doing? Everything fine?" - He started, putting his palms entwined on his chest. After a while, you nodded, being completely confused. After a small rant about your approaching wedding, he proceeded to the thing which was itching his curiosity.

"Have seen Eleven before here a couple of times before. First, if I'm correct, it was in 1983. Then she came to the Snow Ball of 1984... I thought she was Mike Wheeler’s cousin and now I get to know she's your and Hopper’s daughter?" - He asked curiously. What the hell was going on in the fall of 1983? You hadn't known much about that time from El’s perspective, yet Mike mentioned that was the year when they first met. Trying to hide the nervousness and confusion behind a smile, you nodded.

"You know kids, Mr. Clarke. They like to make things up and they don't exactly think about the consequences either. It was probably some joke or whatever." - You giggled, telling yourself that you have to talk to both of them about this. It wasn’t an issue that could bring some great consequences in the future, but it would be weird to see two teenagers who proclaimed being cousins... Well... Holding hands, kissing, and stuff. - "Especially these boys. You know Dustin and Lucas, Mike and Will. They love to make up stories and wild stuff. Sometimes even I don't know what should I believe when they're telling me something. Their imagination is just amazing."

"Right, haven't exactly thought about that. You have any information about Joyce, Will, and Jonathan?" - He asked and this time, he wasnt suspicious. You nodded with a happy smile, telling him all about their life in Maine. You wanted to visit them in there for a short vacation, taking Mike, Lucas, El, and Dustin with you - Steve Harrington told you that he and Nancy would gladly go with you to ride in the second car.

"Mr. Clarke, you're invited to my wedding!" - You yelled at him when you were leaving the corridor, pointing a finger at that slim, tall man with a mustache. - "I hope that you'll come. July the first, party starts at two p.m.!"

But when you sat behind the steering wheel, that was a different story. You looked at Eleven who was sitting at the passenger seat, having a hell of a confused face. - "Cousins? You and Mike told them that you're cousins? Where are we? In Texas or Alabama? For the love of God." - You asked unbelievably. Max on the backseat leaned in with a burst of laughter. She didn't know about that either since she wasnt around at that time.

"It was Mike's idea... And Mike’s a boy and boys are..." - Eleven wanted to defend herself, her brown eyes looking at you while you started the engine. You stopped her by pointing your index finger at her.

"Uh-uh, young lady. Only I can say that boys are stupid and that's because I'm living with your father. We clear?" - You asked with a giggle. They told them that they're cousins... Jesus Christ... You couldn't wait to tell Hopper. It was clear that he will lose it once you'll tell him what Mr. Clarke asked you that day. After taking the girls for some ice-cream, you picked up Hopper at the station, since his shift was just ending. While Eleven ran off with Max to look at the movies int he rent shop Harrington was working at, you entered the police station.

"Afternoon, Flo. Every time I see you, you look better than the last time. How do you do that?" - You asked, leaning your head to your shoulder. You loved that woman so much - you still remembered how much patience she had with you and Hopper at the start.

"You, honey, are going blind. Nice to see you too." - She got up with a giggle, hugging you and kissing both your cheeks. - "The big day.s on its way. How you're feeling? I was so nervous I couldn't sleep a month before it happened."  

"Oh, I'm more nervous about my finals than about my wedding. Jim will probably get drunk and he’ll cry in the corner with my father about me being a big girl and stuff. I hope he gave you the invitation card? If he didn't, I swear to God..." - You rolled your eyes, having Flo gently patting your shoulder. The old lady disappeared for a second to snatch you some coffee and a piece of cake. Callahan, Powell nor Hopper noticed you chatting with Flo yet, so you had the time to observe Jim.

He looked way more relaxed as a normal officer. It could be seen that he's happier than that before. He didn't have as much responsibility as he had when he worked on the position of the police chief, even though he was doing an excellent job being the head of Hawkins police. Yet now, he had more time to have fun with the two other men and there was something simple about listening to orders.

"Honey, don't worry about that. The Monday after you said yes, he came to the office yelling that he's about to marry you. For real this time. And the following week he gave the cards to at least half of the station." - Flo chuckled, watching the men as well. It took them a while to notice you standing there but when they did, Hopper immediately started to pack his stuff. Normally, Powell or Callahan drove him home, so it was a nice surprise seeing you standing there.

"How you're doing, girl?" - Powell gave you a tight fatherly hug, have you smiling from ear to ear in the process. - "You're looking tubular. That's how the young call it these days? Also, new haircut?" - The man asked when you gave a short hug to the younger policeman.  

"You're about two years late with tubular, dear Powell. But thanks for noticing since this grumpy bastard didn't." - You let Jim slide a hand on your waist, looking at him with your eyebrow risen.

"You know that I still can cancel the engagement?" - Hopper mumbled before stealing a kiss from you. For a short moment, you were just looking at that handsome man before calling him out with: - "It’s more probable that I would do that, baby. So don't try to piss me off."

"And that's the facts. See you around boys, we have a family night." - Hopper waved at them, leading you out of the station, telling you about his day. Max and Eleven were waiting for you outside, holding a few rented movies. You were taking them to the cinema that night, true, but you allowed them to watch some movies in the living room. It was Friday, so neither of them had to wake up for school.

The other few weeks were just crazy - you and Hopper had to choose the flavor of your wedding cake, you had to study for finals hard, there were the dress tests and even three weeks before the wedding, you hadn't found the right one. Steve Harrington, Robin, Nancy, and your mom became the party for each of the tests since Hopper wasnt allowed to see them. The location was paid, the menu was completed, the decorations were also set to go, but the dress...

And also the finals.

You'd swear that you hadn't sweat this hard at the previous exams you were taking. And writing the final essay wasn’t a walk in the park as well. It was the result of many things that happened in 1986: from Hopper being MIA to coming back, buying a home, finishing the reconstructions, having Eleven coming back to your life, the whole proposal, and marriage thing... You straightaway cried when you got the letter you passed and that by the start of the next semester, you'll start a whole year lasting practicum at the children's traumatology in the hospital of Hawkins. That was a miracle happing right there.  

After that, it was time to concentrate on the chaos you called "my life". And it was hard sometimes to stay mentally stable. Especially when the countdown to the wedding itself came. It was a week before the first of July when you stopped in the door leading from your bathroom, looking at Jim quietly reading in the bed. You looked like you're about to puke something, your eyes being widened and opened.

"Are you alrite? Somethin’ happened in there?" - Jim put the book down, quickly snatching his new reading glasses from the top of his nose. With the same face, you walked through the bedroom, shaking your head.

"This doesn't look like your nothin’ happened face. What's goin’ on?" - He asked once again when you were purring the pajamas on. Eleven was listening to the Romantics on the second floor, so you heard some parts of A Night Like This resonating through the house.

"Marriage is the scariest of all social constructs I've ever seen." - You started explaining, climbing into the bed next to Jim. Oh, so that was what this was about. - "I mean, two people can live together without having to marry, you know? All it takes is love and time and..."

"You're afraid of bein’ married is what you're tryin’ to say, am I rite?" - Jim chuckled, looking as you tried to figure out the most comfortable position. You settled on your belly, having a small pillow under your breasts, watching Jim sitting next to you. You made a dumb face before nodding.

"You’ll be just fine, trust me. You already have me under your thumb so there's nothin’ to worry about. Come ’ere." - The man chuckled, putting the book on his nightstand to snuggle you.

"It wasnt too hard to domesticate you, but... I'll be Mrs. Hopper next week. If you'd die, I would have the right to have the money from the police office and stuff. It's the legalities that make me anxious." - You mumbled horrified. Suddenly, you jumped when Hopper just started to laugh out loud.

"You haven't even got married and you're already thinkin’ about havin’ me dead? Well, that's nice." - He continued with the laughing, having you chuckling too. - "Trust me. It won't change a thing... Except for your surname."

But even if Hopper assured you a million times, just like your mom and Steve, you still couldn't sleep, couldn't eat and you were sure that as soon as you'll be walking down the aisle, you'll run away with Bon Jovi playing in the background. Steve even offered you that he can ’kidnap’ you so Hopper would have to find you, but you said no that offer, no matter how fun did that sound.

The first of July was the worst day you have ever endured since you had to get up pretty early and you didn't even have a bachelorette party. Hopper left to your parent's place while Robin, Joyce, Nancy, and your mom with Lena gathered at your place. You heard Robin asking your mom if you're fine when she saw you getting up from the bed - your mom had to explain to her that you had a problem with getting up since the day you started kindergarten.

You puked through the first hour they arrived, spending it on the toiled, bawling your eyes out. When they managed to get you out, robin made you do the basic things, like taking a shower, brushing your teeth, and drink at least a cup of coffee to raise your pressure. You were looking like you were about to faint for the last hour and a half.

"If you don't want to marry the man, you shouldn't accept the ring is what I'm saying." - Your mom told you while she and Jules were making a hairstyle on your head. You looked puffy, tired, and not well at all. Nancy was sitting on your bed, reading some girly magazine as well

"I do want to marry him, I just really don’t feel good." - You told them, clearing your nose with a tissue.

"I think it's the nerves that are fucking you up." - Robin got up and stood behind Nance so you could see her in the mirror too. She was speaking in the most boyish manner possible, she never fucked around with you or Steve and that was why you liked that girl so much. - "Read it in my mom's Cosmo." - She shrugged her shoulders, sending you a small smile. You nodded, earning a curse word from your mom who barely cursed.

As soon as everyone made sure they have everything, like dresses, jewelry, and stuff, everyone got into two cars - Eleven, Max, Nancy, and Lena were in one, while in the second one, there was you, your mom, Julia, and Robin. Mom told you that you're even prettier than she was on her big day. Robin knew how to crack you up with her jokes and how to bitch you down in case you had any side thoughts - that was why you chose her to ride with you. Both of your best friends didn't go exactly easy on you and that was why you adored them.

When you saw the church closer and closer, your hands started shaking and your forehead got wet like a helter-skelter. It all felt so right, yet so wrong at the same time. You knew Jim for three years almost and there were occasions when he proved to you that he’d go to hell for you. Not even that made you sure if it was all a good idea or not. Take on Me was playing in the background while girls were speaking about the flowers and decoration, so you decided that it was time for a little walk.

A little walk to Bloomington maybe? To run away from all that chaos inside of you? Or something like that? Just when your palm circled the door handle, Robin and Jules walked out of the preparation room. You leaned into the door innocently, having a smile on your face. Both of them knew what were you thinking about, so they walked to you from both sides, both of them entwining their elbow with yours. - "You are not running away. You are not going anywhere, milady. What you're going to do is that you'll dress up to the white dress, look like a princess and you'll make one old grumpy idiot very happy once you say yes." - Robin told you, dragging you back inside the room.

"And then, we'll have a party and you'll drink your ass off with us, understood?" - Julia asked sweetly too. They were two crazy sons of a bitch, so they made you exactly what they said you're going to do. Not even hour from that, you were marching in the back room dressed in white, having too long high-heels on with a veil over your face. You heard Jim coming - it was quite hard not to hear the men arriving. He had a few shots of Scotch or something your dad had at home since he was louder than usual.

As you heard more people, like Karen Wheeler who came in to wish you luck, coming in, you understood that it's happening. You will be a wedded woman in less than an hour. And that was... Surreal. The clapping of high heels intensified as you started to imagine all the horror scenarios again.

"Heard you're having some trouble here." - Jonathan and Joyce snuck into the room to say hi. Joyce was looking breath-taking in the lilac-colored dressed you've sent her to Maine. And that hairstyling? She was killing it. Jonathan was looking breath-taking too, yet his eyes were all over Nancy.

"It's just some slight turbulences." - You chuckled nervously, letting her hug you. After that, she stepped away, taking in the sight of you.

"My oh my, you're something." - Joyce chuckled, hugging everyone in the room as well. - "Hopper is really lucky these days, I mean, look at you. I know you're nervous and all, but as soon as you'll stand in front of him, you won't even remember that, trust me. I've done this too." - She chuckled, making you chuckle nervously as well. Jonathan then patted her shoulder, telling her that they have to get into the right order. She opened up her mouth and giggled excitedly, biting her lip after that. - "See you in ten, baby." - She hugged you for the last time and went outside. Everyone was going outside and you knew that the only person who will be waiting for you once you have to go there too will be your dad.

And he was smiling when you did so.

"You look just beautiful." - Was all he could say when you held the skirt up a bit so you wouldn't fall flat on your face. A smile was all you were capable of before you entwined your elbow with his, looking at the door leading outside for the last time.

"I know what you're thinking about." - He chuckled, looking at the door as well. - "Are you sure about doing it, though? Do you realize what consequences would that have, honey? You'd leave him in there alone, standing in front of all of the people you and he would look like a fool. Jim would be... I wouldn't say angry but disappointed for sure. Maybe he wouldn't talk to you after that for all I know." - Your dad took a deep breath in, straightening himself, making sure he's looking good.

"Believe it or not, I thought about running away too, so that's some genes here. Your mom would never, but I was scared like a little boy. But we’re twenty-six years in and I have never regretted marrying that awesome lady." - He looked down on you. For the first time that day, you were smiling without having some other chaotic feelings inside your head.

"And I mean... I wasn’t the happiest with Hopper at the beginning, but as time went, you two showed everyone in this bloody town what love is supposed to look like. You separated here and there, yes, but you also gave home and love to a girl who needed it. He taught you patience and you taught him to love. That's how it is, baby. And as far as I can say, I think you're doing the right thing. There's no need for second thoughts, no need for looking for a chance to escape because you'll be fine this man no matter what." - Your dad finished and you both had tears in your eyes.

"You’ve been drinking, haven't you?" - You asked to stop yourself from crying, snickering your old man with a burst of honest laughter. He didn't answer, but you saw on his eyes that he had a few glasses with Jim. - "I love you." - You whispered just before the door opened up and the cannon started to play. Everyone was standing up for you and you could see your mom and Jules weeping in the first row. You, one of the craziest and toughest sons of bitches were getting marries. Who would d have thought that it would happen so soon?

It felt weird to walk there, looking everyone you knew in their eyes. Karen and Tim were smiling at you, having Mike by their side and when you were in the middle of the aisle, you heard Joyce started crying as well. She was telling everyone that she's sorry, but everyone was just smiling, having tears in their eyes themselves. No matter how happy everyone felt, you were numb. Completely numb. All you could concentrate on was not falling, on your pulse, and the rhythm of your breathing.

Jim was standing there with his palms entwined in front of him, giving you the warmest smile he ever had. It was there. The last stop where you could turn around and run away from everything. It wasn’t that you didn't love him, for the love of God, you just... You were scared. Even if it wouldn't change your day-to-day life, you knew that it will have an overall impact on everything. When your father gave your hand to James, tears in your eyes could be seen. And Jim knew that these weren’t happy tears.

He remembered the wedding he had with Diane. He felt like throwing up until the ceremony was over, he didn't know if he chose to do the right thing or not, he was fighting himself. And now you were doing the same thing. It was natural and James understood everything since he had gone through all of that once. Marriage was one big unknown. What happens once you'll walk out of the church like a wedded couple? That was a thing no-one, including you, couldn't be sure about. But Hopper knew that this time, he has chosen the right person to go through all of these shenanigans with.

You had endless patience with him - and when James said endless, he meant endless. Eleven, the Russians, the Demogorgons... You absorbed all of that. When he was at his lowest, drinking and taking too many drugs, you made him stand on his feet. When he was acting like a jackass, you acted like one too until he calmed down. When you met, you looked past his temper issues and impressive love life to see him for the man he was. When it came to the terms of having a partner, you were the best person for Hopper. The best one had ever met.

"How you're doin’?" - He asked with a boyish smile when the wedding register spoke to the guests. You nodded, gulping quietly, looking at his palms holding yours. Jesus, he was looking good. He was looking great. If you'd have the chance, you'd undress him as soon as could.

"Pretty good, you?" - You whispered back, finally starting to smile. You didn't know shit from what the man next to you was talking about, the only thing you could see was James just... Smiling. Something about vows woke you up from the trance, looking around to see Steve handing you the cards you have written. Neither of you wanted to have some normal-ass pathetic vows. With your sense of humor, it was clear that this will make a lot of people chuckle.

"James Hopper." - You started, already having a nasty grin on your face. - "We already know that we can make it at our worst and our best. We already tested that we can go through both healthier times and even the times when things aren’t... Exactly good. I promise to occasionally fold your clothes if you'll promise me to start my car in the winter. I promise that I’ll cook you a warm dinner every evening as long as you'll promise me that you'll even come home." - You finished, cracking your mom again. She had her eyes already completely red and Hopper didn't even start. No-one knew what you're talking about, but that was what made the vows even funnier.

"Miss Y/N Y/L/N, soon to be Hopper. I know that I already promised you a lot of things and there will be more things to come, for sure. I have promised you a bed and I delivered it to you. I now promise you in front of everyone that I will repair you the gramophone every time you manage to break it again, I will paint every room in the pomelo color if you ask me to, I will fold my clothes and maybe try to do the laundry sometimes and mostly, I won't ever let anyone hurt you." - He looked you in the eyes, having you on the edge of crying as well. - "And if they will, I will hurt them back."

You both were shaking when you were putting on the rings. Hopper had almost broken your ginger, having you burst out with laughter. When you finally had it on, he kissed it with a warm smile, looking you in the eyes. You’ve done the same thing once you managed to slip it onto his hand. And the sweetest part was when you were finally allowed to kiss him. It was a miracle that you didn't swoop him off his feet since you pulled him down hungrily. They were right. Once the formalities were over and once you signed the piece of paper with both your former surname and the new one, the stress faded away. Happiness overtook the ruddle, having you live your best life.

And when you finally took the dress off, changing into a pair of jeans, your old Converse shoes, and a nice shirt, you were finally feeling it - not until the first dance, of course. The golden ring was looking spectacular on your left hand, being put directly above the silver one you've accepted twice. It also felt heavy, but that was a thing that will go away.

The party started great with you and Hopper taking all of the traditions that came with weddings - cutting the cake, breaking a plate, throwing your flower into the crowd of women, eating from one plate, dancing with Jim and your dad, opening the presents and cards... And of course, there there were the speeches.

Hands down, your parents’ speech made you cry. Aiden made you chuckle. The kids had the most chaotic speech of the evening, six of them trying to talk at one time. Jules told you not to be dumb and to listen to James, at which you rolled your eyes. Joyce made herself cry and Jim’s eyes water, while Jonathan and Nancy’s speech was more about wishing you luck. But Steve Harrington, boy oh boy, wasn’t he something? His speech left you crying.

"So, good evening everyone, my name’s Steve and I’m living in Hawkins since... Ever. And the thing I'm notoriously famous here is the way I was trying to win Mrs. Hopper for years. For your information, I was the best friend of her dearest brother and she often reminds of the times when she saw me running naked around their pool, so, thanks for destroying my self-confidence because no-one is better at it than you." - Steve started on a comedic note, having you laugh into James’ shoulder. He was laughing as well, smoking. - "I won't tell you more about my romantic failures, since, this evening is supposed to be a happy one." - Steve smiled and made you a toast. Nancy was worried that maybe, since he wasnt the best at this type of activity, he’ll say something about the second world war or that he'll start talking about his grandpa, but Jonathan just chuckled at that.

"And I can fell that it is a happy evening for everyone here. The food was great, the ceremony was sweet and you guys are the most adorable couple I've seen ’till this day. Thank you for allowing me to be here with you." - Steve ended and drank a bit of his champagne and so did you. But as always, there was something off about the taste. You frowned, trying to figure out what is wrong with it.

"What's that face for?" - Hopper whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"The wine and the cake... I don't know, Jim, it tasted way better when we were picking it." - You said honestly, having Jim nodding at your remark.

"If you don't like the taste, don't eat it and drink it. What about dance now when we’re done with the speeches? It was lovely, but my ass hurts." - James whispered again, having you laugh and nod. You danced the whole night, not having a single alcoholic drink. But Jules was a different story. Steve from biology had to walk her home because she wouldn't make it on her own. Most you loved dancing with the kids - these lunatics had such dance moves that you didn't know where they got it from, especially Lucas and Dustin.

It was a long day, but once Hopper carried you inside the house, you made exactly what newly wedded couple is supported to do once they arrive home. Eleven was staying at Wheeler’s, which was kind of a gift they gave you. Without telling too many details, you fucked in almost every room in the house, which left Hopper destroyed, laying in the bed at four a.m.

Yet you couldn't fall asleep. Why? Because while your hubby slept in your bed, your face was inside the toilette the whole time. And something on the back of your head was telling you that maybe, it isn't the nerves as Robin told you.

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[thefriendlywriter]

Not Hungry // Mike Wheeler

x Gif not mine x

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Fem!Reader

WC: 1,423

Summary/Request: “Hello! Could you write a Mike Wheeler x reader story where the reader has an eating disorder? I understand if you don’t write topics like this, but I would greatly appreciate it if you did! Thanks!  💖 “

WARNING: Mentions of depression, abuse, and eating disorders!!! Please don’t read if any of those things could easily trigger you. REMEMBER, my inbox is always open! You can talk about anything you’re comfortable with, and I’ll listen! Like I said’ I’ve been there so I understand. 

A/N: I’m totally okay with writing things like this, because you have to explore all prompts as a writer, but I don’t want to make any of my readers uncomfortable with my material, so let me know if you wouldn’t like me to write things like this, and I’ll happily respect your wishes! Also, I’m not very knowledgeable when it comes to eating disorders and such, so I tried my best!

Y/N pushed her plate full of food away from herself. Her stomach was growling, begging to be filled with some sort of food. But after everything that’s happened in the last few years, it didn’t seem normal to eat anymore.

“Not hungry, again?” Y/N’s mom asked her. Y/N shook her head and her mom sighed.

“I ate at the Wheeler’s after school, and I’m still full from then,” Y/N lied through her teeth. Well, she did go to Mike’s after school, but turned down the food Mrs. Wheeler prepared for the group.

Y/N’s mom stared at her for a few seconds, then nodded, seeming slightly convinced. Everyone was fooled at this point. They were so oblivious to Y/N just refusing food right in front of them. 

But if they had known what she’s been through, they’d understand. And we’re not just talking about the Upside Down and demogorgons here. Y/N’s father had lived with them, a few years ago. Before he got busted and arrested for charges of abuse and sexual harassment. 

Y/N’s mom made Y/N swear to never tell a single person. Sure, it was on the news, but everyone believed it was about Y/N’s mom. They didn’t know Y/N was involved too, but she didn’t need the extra sympathy. She already got enough just for the fact that it was her father.

Y/N wondered off into her thoughts as her stomach continued to rumble, desiring to be fed. It was loud enough for Y/N’s mom to hear.

“Y/N, I know you’ve been lying for sometime now. I know you’re not eating like you’re saying you are. I mean, a deaf whale could hear your stomach grumbling miles away. So, I need you to stop putting on this act, and just eat. Please,” Y/N’s mom looked at her, begging with her eyes. Y/N shook her head and stared at her hands resting in her lap.

“Honestly, Y/N! What has gotten into you? What’s the reason?? Are you trying to lose weight? Are you trying to get attention?” Her mom continued asking on, and there was only so much Y/N could handle before she reached her limit.

“Mom! Shut up! No, I’m not trying to lose weight or seek attention. You know what it is? The shit dad put us through. It makes me sick to my stomach to even think about it, and it’s on my mind 24/7. So, how do you expect me to eat? I fucking can’t,” Y/N seethed at her mom. She left out the Upside Down of course, but it was enough to get the truth out. 

“Y/N Y/L/N! You know I told you to never mention that horrid man ever again!”

“Why, mom? Because you can’t accept the fact that you weren’t the only victim put through it? Is that why you want me to keep quiet? So you can get all the sympathy and attention you can get, since he didn’t give it to you? You know, maybe it’s a good thing I’m not eating. Maybe I’ll starve and never have to put up with your sorry ass anymore!” Y/N screamed before running out of the kitchen. The slam of the front door was all that could be heard through the house. 

Y/N ran down the sidewalk a few blocks before stopping. She realized what had just happened and sat on the curb. Letting her emotions out, tears continuously streamed down her face. She couldn’t believe what had just broke out between her and her mom. They were so picture perfect, especially recovering from her father’s intentions.

She sat for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. She thought of where to go, but Mike’s house was obviously the first place to pop up in her mind. It wasn’t too far of a walk from where she was, but felt bad for just popping in with no warning. She couldn’t radio him, due to the fact it was left at her house, under her bed.

Saying screw it, she stood up and started making her way to the Wheeler’s. She was at their front door before she knew it and knocked a few times. She heard shuffling behind the door before Mrs. Wheeler’s beaming face greeted her.

“Oh, Y/N! Did you forget somet- Are you okay, honey?” Mrs. Wheeler asked once she saw Y/N’s tear stained face. 

“I-Is Mike here?” Y/N stuttered out and Mrs. Wheeler nodded.

“He’s downstairs with Will, Lucas, and Dustin. Max and Jane left a while ago. Do you want me to call your mom?” Y/N shook her head, immediately. 

“No, no. It’s okay, she knows I’m here,” Y/N said, feeding another lie once again. Mrs. Wheeler nodded again before hollering down to the boys.

“Mike! Y/N’s here!” She heard an “okay,” in reply and let Y/N go on down to the basement. 

“Hey,Y/N! How come you’re back so soon?” Mike asked when he heard her foot hit the bottom step. His back was turned to her as the boys were focused on a game of D&D. She was about to answer when Dustin looked up at her and expressed a look of confusion.

“Whoa! Are you okay??” Dustin asked, and immediately, the rest of the boys turned around to take in your disheveled appearance.

“Y/N,” Mike said, breathlessly, “what happened to you?” He stood up and led you over to the couch where he sat next to you. The boys moved to surround you, forgetting about their recent campaign. 

“I-I had the biggest fight with my mom. And all it reminded me of was when dad was with us,” Y/N said, lowly. 

“What was it about?” Mike asked. 

“She thinks I’m starving myself. Like I have an eating disorder,” she said, and it went silent for a minute. 

“..And I do,” Y/N said, barely above a whisper. There weren’t any gasps, as if the boys already knew. 

“Y/N..” Will said, and she looked at him, to see a face full of sympathy. She averted her eyes quickly, wanting to avoid the one look she was surrounded by. 

“How bad?” Mike asked, and Y/N shrugged.

“When’s the last time you ate?” Y/N shrugged again.

“Y/N! This isn’t good for you.. I know I’m stating the obvious, but what led to you hurting yourself like this?” 

“My dad, and the Upside Down,” Y/N said.

“What about your dad? What he did to your mom?” Dustin asked.

“No. What he did to me,” she said, flatly. She didn’t care about keeping anything quiet anymore. She had kept this in for so long, that it felt good to talk about it.

“W-What did he do to you?” Mike asked, as if he were afraid to know.

“Everything he did to my mom. He did it to me too,” Y/N said, and a sob escaped her mouth. Mike was quick to pull her to him, comforting her with soothing circles in her back.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything else. We already got what you’re trying to tell us, but Y/N, I need to ask you something,” Mike said, pulling her from him so he could face her.

“I know this is really hard and I don’t know how long it’s been going on, but I want you to try to get better. Start taking care of yourself. We noticed you getting weaker, but we didn’t want to say anything. I can’t believe I didn’t say anything and now look at you. So, please let us help you. And let you help yourself. We’ll be here with you every step of the way. I promise, and so do they,” Mike said, nodding his head towards the boys. They were quick to start nodding when Y/N looked over at them. She looked back at Mike and nodded. 

Mike pulled her in once more, kissing her head. He wanted to show her that she didn’t deserve any of this, and that it hurt them, especially him, to see her in this kind of pain. Or any type of pain. 

With the help of the group, a change in Y/N was starting to show. She put on a little more weight, healthy wise. She apologized to her mom and made up with her, so now it’s them against the world. Y/N’s mom finally let the truth about her father come out, so Y/N wasn’t hiding anymore. And Y/N and Mike finally realized they were in love with each other. They realized it that night Y/N was wrapped in Mike’s arm, surrounded by the others.

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[getyourvitamin-bri]

Okay so I did one of these last season and I once again felt the urge to rant about how much I love each and every character on this show. 

*SPOILERS BELOW*

Eleven // El // Jane who continues to be my personal favorite character on this show. God this season she reached new levels of being a badass. Can we take a moment to just appreciate how strong and brave she is, she just keeps going even when she is scared. And those fight scenes were just phenomenal, they didn’t make her seem invincible which I love cause its her tenacity that really makes her so strong and interesting. I loved the story line where she basically is becoming a normal kid discovering new “rules”, her own style, her personality, we get to see the type of person she’s becoming on screen and its done so well. 

Mike Wheeler Okay I’ll be honest I always liked mike but it was always more aww he and El are so cute together not mike individually. But I felt this season fleshed out his character a little more. We get to see him just being a normal dumb teenager. That opening scene where he starts singing and being a dork really made me love his character, also him and Lucas ranting about girls was hilarious. Most of all though you could see how much he cares about El is taken into account in all his actions even when they were wrong. Overall I though he was really adorable and compared to my younger cousins a realistic teenage boy. 

Lucas Sinclair Lucas always gives some of the best dialogue in my opinion (must run in his family) and I think it kinda gets overlooked sometimes. This season his whole thing about teaching mike about girls was hilarious and something I totally picture a young teenage boy thinking. He’s really quick witted and stubborn and I love him, his and max’s dynamic I think just fits well somehow. 

Dustin Henderson God he is such an adorable marshmallow I want to protect. He just always makes me smile, he’s honestly the perfect mix of smart and adorable. This season once again shows how committed he is to science and finding the truth of things, he’s so determined once he starts a mission and I’m so happy he found a girl to appreciate him. That song they sang together melted me in to a puddle. 

Will Byers I honestly felt we didn’t get enough of will this season I mean I get it, theirs a lot of characters not enough time but we’ve steadily been getting to know him more and I fine myself with more questions about him. He’s so sweet and different than a lot of teenage boys portrayed on television and its this uniqueness that makes me want to get to know him more. I just really feel for him and how he wanted to go back to how things were before. 

Max Hargrove Max is quickly rising in the ranks for me in becoming another favorite character. She is just so stubborn and witty and blunt I love it. Most of all this season I love her and El’s friendship. I though they were gonna hate each other from what happened last season but thank god the writers took it in this direction cause I need more shopping trips and sleepovers. I myself am more of a tom boy and seeing a girl who skates and says whats on her mind just makes me really happy. 

Jonathon Byers I don’t have much new to say about Jonathan this season, I still love him and how much he cares about will, that scene where he and Nancy fight in the car, wow by the end I’ll be honest I felt for both of them cause I could understand both their points.

Nancy Wheeler She continues to be super tenacious and definitely a fighter. Her tenacity can lead to good and bad things but its a constant and I love that about her. She dealt with such sexism and never let it stop her from thinking of big dreams. She's an icon honestly and I love how brave she is, she has the traits of a great reporter.

Steve Harrington I admit I didn’t dig Steve in season 1 but he is now my second favorite character because how can he not be. His whole parent dynamic with the kids, its fucking adorable. His hair is gorgeous. He may not know everything in the world but he’s just unabashedly himself. Adorable, confident and above all caring. You could see how much he just cares about all the other characters, he respects dustin and the other kids and he’s friends with them because he doesn’t just see them as kids he see them as friends. I’m excited to see more of his character as he learns to prioritize things that are actually important not things society tells you are important.

Jim Hopper *SOBS* I always loved hopper but I loved dad hopper the most. Him and El had this unique dynamic that I just wanted more of. He’s wasn’t perfect by any means (anger issues lol) but he cared so fucking much about everyone and he just didn’t know how to express it. I sobbed when El read his speech but it felt like such a good ending though, you finally get to hear what was behind all that frustration about El and mike, he just missed her. I miss him. 

Joyce Byers She fucking mom of the year. I love her so much. You just know she would do anything for those kids. This season continued to showcase how much of a badass she is, she took no shits from people and she did what she had to do to make sure nothing happened to her son. Also this who Joyce and Jim dynamic was beautiful cause they just pushed each other up and if they had the chance I feel like they would have been a awesome team keeping those kids out of trouble.

Billy Hargrove I think seeing into his mind, seeing what makes billy do the things he does, what makes him into who he was, was just done so well. It shows how people and their actions always have reasons. We are made up of our experiences in life and no character shows this more than billy, he was handed an unlucky hard life and under all that attitude he was just a boy who loved his mom. I’m sad we did get to see him grow and learn and I loved how well the actor did this season it was phenomenal.

Murray Bauman He was a more important player this season and I loved his and Alexei’s dynamic. He’s brings some humor into any scenes he is in, seeing him pretend to be a communist was hilarious just all around no complaints, he’s a great character and he like all the characters has compassion for people, he wants to help save people and has flaws that make him well rounded.

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Erica Sinclair just give this child a round of applause. Every single word from her mouth made me laugh my ass off and appreciate her. She is the queen of sass on this show. She is confident. She is hella brave. She is so smart. She is a fucking icon and I look forward to seeing everything she said made in to gifs cause I love her with all my soul and look forward to her having an even bigger roll in the next season.

Robin Another newbie, she like max is not the like most teenage girls portrayed on tv, she's the real thing, she’s unique and really funny and true to herself. With every scene I just find myself wanting to know more about her and her past. Her whole “you suck” board was hilarious, she's just incredibly likable you can’t help but root for her.

Dr. Alexei By far the most surprising character for me to like, you first see him and you do not expect to get attached to him, just like barb and bob. Stranger things just gives us these character we never expect to come to love so much and leave us heart broken cause we don’t get enough of them. He just wanted a cherry slushie and its these small things that just bring him down to our level. Like yes Alexei there is a difference between cherry and other flavors, yes it is funny that hopper and Joyce haven’t banged, yes. He’s just adorable and I didn’t expect to be so sad when he died. 

Sorry for the grammar & if I forgot someone I wrote this hella late. Heres link to my thoughts on last season. You might not agree with everything I say and thats totally cool just please don’t be rude. 

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