#and oh so that is the infamous Will byers

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Hi buggy!! I had an idea and I feel like you are the perfect person to give it to (as you know I have way too many WIPS)

Okay so -Drama Club!Reader taking a nap on the couch in the room they use for Hellfire- She’s got headphones on so she doesn’t hear them come in- Halfway through the game Eddie realizes ? There’s someone in the room? And then he drives her home? Run with it honestly! Also ILY!!

You know I love any excuse to write fluff 🥰 for you, my dear.

Warnings: none really, just tooth-rotting fluff and the Hellfire boys teasing Eddie

WC: 1.5k

Sleepiness hits you like a truck. No matter how many plays you do, no matter if you have a leading role or you’re part of the chorus, post-show exhaustion is real. There’s no break between the infamous “Hell Week” and opening night, and you are feeling it.

Your knees buckle like your legs are going to give out. Despite the upbeat tempo of Joan Jett’s I Love Rock ‘n Roll blasting through your headphones, which typically puts some pep in your step, you’re about to fall over.

As you pass by the drama room, it dawns on you: there’s a couch that’s perfect (or at least feasible) for a quick little nap.

Luckily for you, it’s completely empty, and sleep quickly overtakes you. No lines to memorize, no scrambling to stage left when Mr. Underwood calls for the Mad Hatter. Just pure, uninterrupted–

“Oh, come on!”

Well. 

You’re jolted awake by the sound of a group of guys shouting at each other. As your vision focuses, you can see that they’re all wearing matching shirts, proudly proclaiming themselves to be the Hellfire Club. You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, but your cassette is no longer playing music, so it has to have been a little while.

The voice that had woken you from your nap belongs to Nancy Wheeler’s younger brother, Mike, who is currently raking his hands through his shaggy hair in frustration. 

“Okay, okay, just focus.” Will Byers, ever the voice of reason. He was one of the set designers for Alice in Wonderland, and his kind disposition effectively made him the adopted little brother of most of the upperclassmen. He picks up a die, takes a deep breath, and rolls, letting out a disappointed groan as it clatters to the table. “Shit!”

“That’s…a…miss!” Your attention is immediately drawn to the man sitting in a throne-esque chair at the head of the table, cackling at Will’s misfortune. You nearly fall off of the couch when you see that it’s Eddie Munson, the guy you’ve had a crush on since you’d started high school four years ago.

“Careful, Eddie,” one of the younger members–Gareth, if you’re remembering correctly–goads the Dungeon Master,  “you’d better be nice to him, or he won’t introduce you to your lady love.”

The rest of them oooh and make kissy noises, laughing amongst themselves.

Eddie slams a fist on the table, silencing them immediately. “Shut up!” he roars, scrunching up his nose in anger. His sudden outburst startles you; luckily, everyone is too engrossed in the game–and teasing Eddie–to notice the way you twitch on the couch.

The game continues for a few more minutes, punctuated by cheers and irritated grunts, before Will speaks up. “She’s really nice, Eddie,” he starts, “I could see if she’d wanna talk to you—”

“Enough!” Eddie hisses through gritted teeth. “I swear, I’ll end this campaign right now.”

“Hold on,” another freshman, this one with curly hair, chimes in. He raises his forefinger as he contemplates the situation. “You’re telling me that you went to see Alice in Wonderland–twice, I may add–stared at her the whole time, and you don’t even wanna know if she’s interested?”

That gets your attention—what drama club actress does he have his eye on? Probably Chrissy Cunningham, the blonde beauty who’d snagged the leading role. Cheerleading, acting, all-around nice person; who wouldn’t have a crush on her?

Eddie shakes his head, frizzy curls brushing the shoulders of his denim jacket. “You idiots are driving me crazy.”

Jeff, who happens to be in your English class, throws him a knowing smirk. “Don’t you mean, driving you mad?”

His pun earns him a round of high-fives from his friends, but Eddie is less than enthused. 

“That’s it; we’re done here.” Eddie smacks his palms to the table, rolling his eyes when the guys groan. “I’ll clean up, just—get out of here. Go!” He yells the last word when no one moves, and they all scramble for their backpacks and out the door. 

Once they leave, he starts tossing game pieces back in the box haphazardly, mumbling to himself. 

“Fuckin’ kids, think they know everything just because they have girlfriends—Jesus Christ!”

Your eyes flit over to see him staring at you, hand pressed to his chest as he catches his breath. 

“Wh-What the fuck are you doing here?” he stammers, trying to catch his breath. “When did you even get here?”

“I, um, needed a nap,” you admit, “and I knew there was a couch here, but I dozed off for too long…I didn’t mean to crash your game,” you finish lamely.

“Oh,” Eddie grins, relieved that you’ve been asleep and blissfully ignorant of the ribbing he’d received during Hellfire, “yeah, I mean, no worries. ‘S, uh, comfy.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Not really. I was just tired.”

“Yeah, makes sense,” Eddie sputters with a forced laugh, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Just finished the play and everything. ‘S a lot of work.”

“Yup.” There’s an awkward pause before you speak again. “Well, I should probably head home before my mom reports me missing or something.”

“I can drive you!” Eddie blurts out, cringing inwardly at the abundance of enthusiasm in his tone. “I mean, ‘s cool with me if you wanna…bum a ride.”

You tilt your head with a small smile. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to go out of your way…” You know that he lives in Forest Hills Trailer Park across town, and you don’t want him wasting time and fuel when you could easily walk.

“No, yeah, I don’t mind.” He rocks back and forth on his heels nervously. “I, uh, actually wanted to ask you about the play.”

You nod, grabbing your backpack from the side of the couch. Before you can sling it over your shoulder, his hand shoots out to catch the strap at the top. 

“I can carry it.”

“Eddie Munson…chivalrous gentleman?” you tease, unaware of the shiver coursing through him when you say his full name. “Full of surprises today.”

You follow him to his van, smiling politely when he opens your door for you with a small bow. He jogs around to his side and climbs into the driver’s seat.

“Where to?”

You give him your address and offer a general direction. “So, what did you wanna ask me?”

“Hm?”

You raise your eyebrows. “You said you wanted to drive me home so you could ask me about the play.”

“Oh, yeah! Right.” Eddie fumbles for his words. “Is it hard remembering all your lines?”

You shrug. “Not too bad. Kinda like studying for a test, y’know?”

“Uh, sure.” He puts his hand on the back of your seat and turns his head, tongue poking out from between his lips as he concentrates on backing out.

Another pregnant pause fills the air, and you rub your palms along your jean-clad thighs. “What else did you wanna know?”

He wracks his brain for more questions, but comes up short. “That was pretty much it, I guess.”

“Eddie!” you scoff playfully. “I wouldn’t have had you drive me if you only had one question!” Without thinking, your hand swats at his chest.

“Ow! Damn!” he laughs, using one hand to tend to his ‘wound’ while keeping the other on the wheel. “I’m gonna have to tell Byers that you’re actually really mean.”

“Me?”

“Mhm,” he confirms. “Violent, too. ‘S probably gonna leave a mark.”

“Poor baby.” You jut out your lower lip in an exaggerated pout. “Need someone to nurse you back to health?” You take a beat before proposing, “Maybe…Chrissy Cunningham?”

Eddie coughs out a laugh. “Chrissy Cunningham? Yeah, no.”

“Really?” You furrow your brow in confusion. “Then who were the guys talking about?” The question comes out before you can stop it, and you feel your face heat up with embarrassment. “Sorry, I–”

“‘S fine,” he mutters, drumming his fingers on the wheel. His ears tinge pink and he gnaws on his cheek, but doesn’t say another word.

Something dawns on you; a comment he’d made earlier in the drive. “I’m gonna have to tell Byers that you’re actually really mean.” And back at Hellfire, Will had said that Eddie’s drama club crush was “really nice.” And then there was Jeff’s comment about them driving him mad…

Oh.

“Do you wanna get some pizza or something?” you ask, the words spilling from your lips. You peer at him hopefully, trying not to sound overzealous. “Y’know, just so I can make sure your injury isn’t fatal.”

He nods. “Yeah, sounds awesome. I like pizza.” His gaze flits over to your hand; he reaches over and timidly gives it a small squeeze. “Like you, too.”

Your body fills with warmth, and you settle back into your seat and smile. Yeah, that nap was definitely a great idea.

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If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24

“Now,” Alli says, suddenly serious again. “Let’s go back. You’re from the future?”

Steve sighs and nods. “Robin and I both. We have a friend… well, really she’s the friends of the kids out there. But she has… powers. I’m not sure what all she can do, but she can lift things with her mind, and she can—best I can figure—force energy into things. So there’s these… these gates, we call them, into a place called the Upside Down.” He explains it all to her, watches as her eyes change from shock to acceptance, then determination.

“Okay,” she finally says. “First things first, I think you need roughly eighty billion hugs.” She opens her arms again, and he chuckles wetly as he curls into her. “Love you, bubba,” she murmurs.

“Love you, Al,” he murmurs back.

“Now,” she says, not loosening her hold on him, “how can I help?”

“No,” he says immediately, pulling back to look at her. “No- Alli, please, you can’t-”

“Hey,” she says, catching his eye. “I wasn’t really asking, bubba. I’m not letting you do this alone.”

“I can’t,” he whispers. “I can’t lose you twice. I can’t have it be because of me.”

“Hey,” she says fiercely, “you look at me. Whatever happens, it is not your fault, got it?”

“It would be, though,” he insists. “‘Cause you wouldn’t have gotten pulled into all this if it weren’t for me.”

She pulls him into a hug. “I was dead, bubba,” she says flatly, which is enough to pull a broken giggle from him. “I can’t get much deader.”

“‘S not a word.”

“Is too, shut up, I was making a point. Whatever happens is not your fault, Steve. And hey, if it counts for anything, I don’t plan on dying.” She pulls back to rest their foreheads together. “I’m in this whether you like it or not, kiddo. That’s non-negotiable. What is negotiable is how you respond to it.”

He sighs, but can’t hide the smile. “Then I guess we’d better introduce you.”

She grins and pulls him into a tight hug, smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss onto his temple. “I can’t wait.”

They walk back out into the living room, where everyone is talking over each other. Steve sighs. “Alright,” he says, loud enough to be heard over everyone. “Not only is El still resting, but now Barb, Will, and Mrs. Byers are, as well. Keep it down, please.” He looks to Robin. “Any ideas?”

She sighs. “Besides asking El when she wakes up? Time travel fucked with the butterfly effect.”

Steve hums. “We’ve had stranger,” he admits.

Just then, El walks out, rubbing her eyes. “Steve?”

“Hey, El,” he smiles. “How’d you sleep?”

She hums and leans onto him, and he runs a hand over her head. Her eyes land on Alli, and she smiles. “Oh, good. It worked.”

Steve freezes. “El? What do you mean?”

“When I was in the black, I saw her. I brought her back with me.” She frowns at Alli. “Where did you go? You did not come here.”

Alli blinks. “Earlier today? I was hanging out with a friend.”

El hums. “Good. You came back normal.” Suddenly she smiles at Alli. “I’m glad it worked.”

Alli chuckles. “Me too,” she agrees.

“Eleven,” Steve begins, “were you able to do this before?”

“No,” she says, “but I do not know if I would have been able to eventually, or if it is new.”

Steve takes a breath, releases it, and nods. “Okay.” He hugs her tighter. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “For bringing her back. For helping us find Barb and Will.”

She wraps her arms around his waist and squeezes. “You’re welcome,” she whispers back.

He grins and looks at everyone. “El decides dinner tonight,” he says. “For everyone who’s staying, there’s a phone in the kitchen. Call whoever you need to.”

A hand ruffles his hair, and he grins up at Alli even as he tries to bat her hand away. “Being in charge looks good on you,” she says. Her smile is a little sad. “I just wish it hadn’t come down to this.”

Steve huffs a laugh. “Me too.”

Robin walks up to them. “So. Alli.”

Alli smiles at her. “You must be the infamous Robin.”

Robin raises a brow at Steve. “You told her about me?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Of course I did, Robs. It’s you.”

She offers him a crooked grin. “Thanks, dingus.” She turns her attention back on Alli. “So this is crazy,” she says. “Time travel and alternate dimensions and all that. And you just… believed him?”

“Well, yeah,” Alli shrugs. “I mean sure it sounds crazy, but he’s my brother. It would take a lot more for me not to believe him. And… it’s not that he looks different, but there’s something different about him, y’know?”

Robin nods at her, then Steve, who rolls his eyes fondly. “She’s my sister, Robs, you don’t need to make sure she’s good for me.”

“Oh, like your parents?” She asks, one brow raised.

Alli snorts. “She’s not wrong, bubba.”

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just a teeny tiny little wintering kid fic thing for @cxwzkeys featuring transmasc!eddie/steve/johnny (that punk from family video) ❄️

Babies are the most punk rock thing to exist. Well, according to Eddie, they’re the most metal thing ever, but Eddie can’t be right about everything. They had lengthy arguments about it — lengthy only because they were busy laughing and kicking and fighting dirty about it (read: Steve distracted them both with kisses and scalp massages).

Secretly, Johnny decided that Val is their metal baby and Sue is their punkrock baby. Valerie Amalia Munson, born into the world during a glorious summer storm and crying her lungs out. “Most metal ever,” Eddie had breathed, exhausted and sweaty and so, so warm after giving birth to their babygirl.

And Johnny let’s them have it.

But Sue? Suzie Joanne? With her wild, blonde mane that Johnny likes to pretend to spike up into a mohawk? Oh, she’s his little punkrock baby, alright. Especially with that little pointy hat she’s wearing right now, sleeping soundly in her papa Steve’s arms while he caresses chubby red cheek whispering nonsensical promises to her sleeping form. It never fails to make Johnny smile, even as Joyce has him wrapped up in a conversation about… something. He’s not listening. Not when that’s his babygirl sleeping so soundly in the arms he knows can make anyone feel safe.

Joyce stops talking and follows his eyes, her hand coming up to Johnny’s forearm as she strokes him gently, as though she understands and forgives him.

“She’s beautiful,” she says.

“Yeah,” Johnny says. “She is.” Then, remembering where he is, he snaps out of it and looks back at Joyce, who has this awfully gentle look on her face, her eyes almost watery. She knows. She’s a parent, and she knows.

She had two little punkrock babies, too, even though Big and Baby Byers are a lot more normie about it.

He grins at her and motions for her to follow him. “How ‘bout we make some hot chocolate for those two, hm?”

“Oh, you deserve one just as much,” Joyce says, lightly nudging his shoulder as they walk through Steve’s winter holiday home — it should still be a crime that this exists, but Johnny knows how excited his idiot lovers get about snow, so he’ll pause the agenda for two weeks, in the name of stars in Steve’s and Eddie’s eyes. But after that, it is on!

“But I didn’t—“

“Yes, you did,” Joyce says, gathering all the stuff she needs to make her infamous holiday hot chocolate — these should really be capitalised, in his very secret opinion. “You’re doing a lot, all three of you, raising those two wonderful girls. And you’re doing enough. You deserve a treat about it even if you’re not drowning in house and care work, boy, when will you learn that?”

Johnny smiles sheepishly, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, not really comfortable with the easy affection just because.

“Sorry, ma’am. Yes, ma’am.”

“Now that’s what I wanna hear. Come, help me.”

And so he does. They work in silence, the entire situation still so unreal to him. Standing in this lavish kitchen in his big house somewhere in the middle of nowhere as humongous flakes of snow keep falling outside while he can walk around here in socks.

Some part about him wants to be angry about it. But another part is just… calm. Happy. Indulgent.

They get to have this, get to invite Steve’s found family here each year before the rest of Eddie’s and Johnny’s will arrive, too, for two weeks of winter fun.

Two weeks where his little family gets reminded of how big it actually is. It takes a village, they say — and man, they really actually almost got one. It’s insane. He loves them all so much.

The rest are lounging around the fire, with a very mortified-looking Hopper trying not to move as a two-year-old little metal gremlin girl spends her nap time sleeping on his stomach.

Johnny grins as he meets his eyes, saluting to him with too much cheek, knowing it will land him face-first in the snow later, but he doesn’t care as he carefully balances three too-large mugs of hot chocolate in his hands, walking over to his best guys over on bank by the large window.

Steve has stopped whispering things to his little banshee girl and is gently swaying her this way and that instead — Johnny wonders if he’s aware he’s doing it.

He watches for a moment, just to take it on, just to feel again how unreal everything is. Still he can’t help the smile as he steps closer and presses a kiss to the crown of Steve’s head, who hums in affection.

“Need me to take over?” he asks, finishing off with another kiss. “Take her for a while?”

Steve shakes his head, leaning back slightly to look up at him, his head bumping into Johnny’s stomach as he does, earning himself another kiss.

“No, she’s asleep.”

Eddie scoots closer to Steve to make room for him on their bench.

“Come sit with us?” they ask, barely tearing their gaze away from the dancing, tumbling snowflakes outside, their voice just as quiet as Steve’s, just as hushed, just as reverent. It’s the snow, Johnny figures. It’s the snow and their little babygirl.

Johnny hums and leans over to the side, lightly kissing Eddie and brushing his lips to his little girl’s forehead, too. It’s so… magical, having this tiny little human who is already so different from their other tiny human. Most beautiful goddamn thing he’s ever seen, both of them.

“I love you, little punkrock baby,” he whispers, delighted to see she doesn’t even stir. Delighted to see she feels so safe. So calm. That she can just fall sleep anywhere. She’s like her papa Steve.

“I love you, too, you big punkrock baby,” Steve says, bumping his nose into Johnny’s cheek with a smile. “Now come. Rest. While you can, before madame decides she’s jealous of this very delicious smelling hot chocolate you’ve acquired there.”

“Fuck off,” he chuckles, handing over their mugs as he slides in on Eddie’s other side, resting his arms on the window sill and just watching his little family for a bit.

In the end, they make use of the quiet they’ve been given when Eddie leans against Johnny and Steve against Eddie, the three of them falling asleep in a little pile, their baby safe in her papa’s arms.

It’s only when Val comes over an hour later and decides she wants to be part of their cuddle pile, too, that they have to stir and rearrange. She ends up in Johnny’s lap, watching the snow as Eddie tells a story about a Snowflake named Sam.

Johnny pretends not to listen raptly.

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Scary Red Light I Forgot About is Now Relevant Again - The Monologue (Theory? Analysis?)

OKAY SO-

I was scrolling through the monologue pictures I’ve got on hand (literally every shot of the monologue)- and I was looking at the infamous bby girl you’re the heart and- well- I need someone to tell me here that I’m not just seeing shit. Because to my knowledge light doesn’t reflect on you’re eyelashes like that. And oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckkkkkkkkkk- uh.

I think I might have found something else actually. And I’m gonna share this thought with y’all now because I can’t keep this one in my head.

Let’s start off here. Mike just before the start of the monologue. Now what I’m about to say is going to sound really out there but like crazy together right? So season four and season two parallel each other a stupid amount. My favourite example of this is Steve’s sunglasses in the first ep of season two and how he’s wearing them inside, and then Mike in season four at the airport. There’s plenty more than that and enough that it’s just plain weird.

One thing that’s sticking out to me now, today after starting at mike during the monologue for a while- is that Will got possessed in season two. Like full on mind controlled and body stolen possessed. And sure Vecna trances are a thing now but it’s not the same as what happened with Will. Not really.

So that picture up there with Mike and Will is the start of something that makes so much sense and sounds so out there- but it makes sense. I’ll shut up about it being out there now and actually explain it.

Notice how different the lighting is when Mike turns to Will? It’s not actually that different, it’s just that Mike’s left eye (left eye like the one that’s used to signify Vecna- as well as his left hand, which is the one Mike’s holding El’s with) isn’t in shadow anymore. Still kinda looks a bit like he’s got a healing black eye though.

And looking at Will it’s about the same sort of lighting as Mike, but less of a harsh contrast. While Will tells Mike that he’s “the heart” in order to push him to do the actual monologue, there’s a red stripe behind him and a blue light flashing. It’s like the snowball setting and the creel house being represented together. Will’s shirt is also much darker blue striped than it’s been prior to the monologue. Little things are just a bit off with Mike and Will.

Mike and Will put the water in the freezer. Mike was in front of the jaws poster during “best friends”. Will was in front of a picture of water during the shootout. Mike had a fucking seven up can in his hand when talking to Will on that car. Mike and Will have been in danger the whole time. Vecna, during the Hellfire game, took Mike out first. Dustin and Erica were the ones that made it through. We’ve joked a lot about Mike being that meddling kid in Vecna’s plans… but what if he actually did something about it before Mike left for California? Or maybe he just needed to open a gate first.

And then Will’s left eye gets darker after he encourages Mike to do the monologue.

And Mike turns back around and now he’s in front of the red and his left eye is back in shadow.

Then this shit starts to happen. Mikes face starts getting redder and so does Will’s, y’know, like they’re both getting closer to the Creel house? And there’s still red and blue behind them and the lighting behind Will honestly kinda looks like that scene in the byers shed. With Morse code and the lights. And there’s still more

Mike and Will look very different than Jonathan. Jonathan doesn’t have a red sheen to his face, and his left eye isn’t weirdly cast in dramatic, persistent shadow. Something really bad is happening with Mike and Will. Really fucking bad.

Mike was one of the people that was able to tell when Will wasn’t himself. And he was one of the people that was able to ground him long enough for Will to talk to them in Morse code. So what if Vecna just took them both? I’m still not done yet- there’s more. There is so much more

“That day we found you in the woods.” Mike’s fucking eye is still scaring me. This. Is. Not. Okay. Duffers. I. Am. In. Your. Walls.

So in El’s flashback of when she first met the party, we see baby Mike with the most pissed off expression on his face. El knows he’s lying during the monologue. That’s a given with how she reacts to him telling her that he loves her. But this is also another thing that’s just off. Like Mike and Will’s expressions, they both seem slightly confused. Both of them.

They look so weird during the monologue. And both their god damn left eyes are in the dark the whole time.

El is holding Mike’s hand like she’s trying to break it. It kind of just looks like she’s holding his thumb in her hand. 

Mike and Will are still making that weird expression and the red glow is on their face. 

And El seems to realize something. And then she’s able to pull away the vines.

When Mike turns his head away before saying I love you, the darkness covers both his eyes and his expression is distraught. And his eyebrows don’t look like they’re doing weird shit.

But then it’s right back, and Will’s still behind him in the same position. and expression. His face looks wrong. And so does Will’s. Something is very off here.

The left side of Mike’s face gets even darker and El just looks angry. But what if she’s not angry at Mike? What if the monologue isn’t the actual problem here? What if the problem is that Max is in front of her, and Vecna is killing her and that Mike and Will are both acting wrong.

The red light that’s only on Mike and Will’s faces, the fact that it’s only Mike and Will’s left eyes that are shaded, the fact that they’ve both been lying the whole time this season. 

What if he’s been using Mike and Will to spy on El.

Look at this, it’s terrifying. The shadows on Mike and Will’s faces are darkening and spreading in synch with each other. I hate it. I hate it here. But there’s still one last thing. I first noticed it a while ago and just thought it was weird. Because it’s not light because it’s not interacting with the papers on the surface. And so I though well maybe they wanted to include the destruction even if it doesn’t really make sense for it to be there.

These three? Normal.

This one? I want to not look at it because I find it genuinly terrifying. What The Actual Fuck Is That Shit Behind Argyle and Jonathan. 

Fucking eye of Sauron in the Surfer Boy Pizza. Fucking fuck fuck fuck

And still Mike and Will’s faces and left fucking eyes stay the same, and get even worse throughout the scene. 

I think Vecna’s in Mike and Will’s heads.

and i wouldn’t think that if I hadn’t seen that scary ass red thing like a month ago. Because it’s terrifying. And I hate it. And I hate this. And Vecna was using Mike to distract El so he could open the fourth gate. 

And thinking about Mike and Will lying in season four, to Suzie, to each other- and how it’s weird that Vecna didn’t mention Will or try and get to him at all during the season- and how they’ve been surounded with water, and Mike was wearing a shitty nock off of a brand that had some relation to water, and how that seven up can was there, and Will’s been acting weird but El just thought it was about a girl and we just thought it was about Mike, and how Mike obviously wasn’t doing well in Hawkins- and that’s just off the top of my head. 

And just how Jonathan’s looking at Mike here. He’s been keeping an eye on both of them. And the monologues always been a bit weird and out of place and made it really easy to hate Mike. And the fact that theres an oven behind Mike the whole time this is happening and the weird fire motif and the fact that Vecna was set on fire. 

And how the blue light only shines on Mike and Will’s side of the table when the red light appears. 

it’s just fucking weird guys.

And I really think it’s Vecna.

#byler #the monologue #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #i was looking really close into Mikes eyes for hearts when i saw some weird editing happening #with like the whites of his eyes #and went oh thats kinda weird- OH FUCK #AHHH vencAAAA #and thats how this post came to be

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dreaming — eddie munson x male reader oneshot

❝ DREAMING ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ When a night of drinking, weed, and truth or dare challenge the boundaries of friendships you appear to reveal more truths than you first bargained for. Maybe it's for the better, though — especially when the truth is related to the infamous Eddie Munson.

PAIRING ➢ eddie munson x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ a lot of sexual tension, fluff, angst if you squint, drinking, mentions of alcohol & weed, giggling & horny young adults, flirty banter, occasional insults, very inappropriate topics (regarding sex, kinks and preferences), mentions of dom & sub dynamic, mentions of sadism & masochism, everyone's gay, kissing, explicit language, cringey writing

WORD COUNT ➢ 3.9 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ of course i've been caught by the eddie munson obsession and i think we can all agree we need more male reader fics, so here i am. i was inspired by this tiktok for this oneshot, but it's all about the vibes so don't worry about it. plot?? don't know him. timeline?? don't know that either (sometime in season four?), but everyone’s happy and alive. don’t worry about it. take it with a pinch of salt. everyone’s okay with everyone’s sexualities, no big deal. i don’t care that it’s the eighties. no excuses for homophobia happening on my watch. enjoy &lt;3

MASTERLIST

The fire was crackling loudly, lighting a circle around it in protection of the dark night. Every person’s face that sat on the logs around the fire was lit, each with a grin spread across it or laughter on the lips. It was a warm night, one filled with happiness and the carelessness of youth. You, Robin, Vickie, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan and Eddie had decided to have a night in the woods, just enjoying each other’s company. Somehow, the little kids had heard of it as well and had fought to come with — much to Nancy and Jonathan’s dismay. You would all be drinking — maybe even get a bit high — and they didn’t want the kids anywhere near that.

Luckily, the adults had prevailed and you had managed to keep the children away from your little trip. It was only for the adults, as Steve so elegantly put it. So the real fun could begin.

So here you all were, sat beside on another and talking merrily. Eddie was sat on the opposite side of the fire from you,  attention on something Steve was telling him while fiddling absentmindedly with the ends of his hair. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him during the night. The way the fire lit up his features while the sky darkened made him look out of this world.

Your relationship existed of one with friendly jabs at one another, play fighting and, sometimes, flirting disguised as insults. It was a constant battle between the two of you on who could win your verbal competitions or fluster the other more. You refused to acknowledge that any feelings were involved — both to yourself or anyone else — but it was getting more and more difficult pretending like you weren’t actively seeking out his company.

You took another swig of your beer, feeling the familiar warmth that came with it. The lot of you were a bit tipsy, feeling particularly humourous. You were all in the mood for something fun to do. And that is how you ended up playing truth or dare. A basic game, sure, but a great one under the right circumstances. 

“Steve, truth or dare?” Jonathan asked.

“Truth.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be a bore!” Robin exclaimed. She might be a bit more tipsy than the rest of you. You had noticed her drinking a bit more on the way here than usual and you could only assume it was to build up her courage to spend the night with her crush, Vickie.

“Fine, Byers. Dare.”

He pretended to think for a few seconds before a smirk formed on his lips. “I dare you to make everyone here laugh as quickly as possible.”

Steve huffed. “I thought you’d make it a challenge, come on! Everyone knows I’m the funniest here!”

You chuckled at Robin’s exclaimed denial, Nancy and Eddie agreeing with her. Somehow though, Steve managed to embarrass himself enough for all of you to be laughing your arses off. Reluctant to admit it, that was a point to Steve. You must all have had a bit too much to drink.

“Nance, truth or dare?” you smiled. 

“Truth.”

“What are your kinks?” you asked. Her eyes widened, gaze jumping to Jonathan. 

“Er— I,” she stuttered, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. “I suppose I like being dominant?”

Eddie laughed, clapping his hands together. “Who would’ve guessed!?” His gaze jumped between Steve and Jonathan. “And I’m guessing one of these two likes to be sub, then.” The both of them began to flush, muttering some sort of explanations. It all fell on deaf ears. 

“Knew it, by the way,” you smiled, meeting Eddie’s skeptical gaze.

“You did not.”

You took another swig, shaking your head. “Whatever, at least I know your kinks.” Robin and Steve exclaimed simultaneously, shooting you skeptical looks. 

“How do you know Eddie’s kinks?” Robin shouted, chuckling with disbelief.

Steve wiggled his eyebrows, looking between the two of you. “I think you know exactly how.”

Eddie spluttered, waving his hand. “No, no— y/n and I have never hooked up, so don’t you all go getting any ideas now!” He shook his head vigorously, looking at his drink before meeting your eye with a raised eyebrow. 

“How do you know though?” Vickie asked.

You nodded at his jeans. “Your handkerchief. If I’m not incorrect it stands for sadism and masochism.” Your grin grew with Eddie’s. A round of exclamations and whoops went around the fire, everyone turning their gaze to Eddie. “Would I be incorrect?”

He chuckled. “You are not, y/n.”

“Pain, huh?” Jonathan asked.

“So you know what it is.” Eddie grinned, standing up and spreading his arms. “Yes, pain.” His eyes were pinned on you, his pupils blown wide. “With the right amount, right kind and enough of time — it’s its own kind of high. Pure bliss.”

Steve nodded at Eddie, being sat down again, “I believe you, man.”

“Alright,” Vickie brought her hands together, bringing the group’s attention to her. “Steve, what turns you on?”

“What, not even going to ask me truth or dare?” he questioned, slurring slightly.

She shook her head. “Nope, I needed to ask the question.”

“It only takes a girl looking in his direction for him to get turned on,” Robin laughed, the rest of you joining in. Steve tried to hide his blushing cheeks behind his hands. 

“I don’t know, man,” he slurred. “Someone funny, I think? Oh, and tattoos!” 

“Like Nancy,” Robin said.

You nodded along, wiggling your eyebrows, “Or Jonathan.” 

Jonathan shook his head. “I’m not, in any way, funny.”

“I bet you could still turn me on though.” 

That led to more laughter and shouts. Man, the alcohol was really kicking in nicely now. Robin’s gaze turned to you, mischievousness in her eyes. 

“I know what turns y/n on.” 

You feigned betrayal, clutching your hands to your heart. “I thought it was Steve’s truth!”

She grinned at you, “Oh, it was. But now I dare you to tell us yours.”

You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, downing the rest of your drink. “Fine,” you bit out, flipping her the bird. “I like guitarists. Well— musicians in general, but especially guitarists.” A few oohs made their way around the group. Your eyes jumped to Eddie, only to find him already staring intently at you, a slight grin on his lips. You grinned back, ignoring the way your cheeks began to burn. 

“How does that turn you on, though?” Jonathan questioned, taking a swig from his drink.

“It’s the hands, my dear Jonathan.” You stood up and gestured with your hands, showing him how they flexed when they clenched and unclenched. “The veins, the muscles. So easy to imagine what they can do to you. To your body.”

“God, you’re going to turn me on now,” Robin chuckled.

You spun around to face her with a grin. “That’s what I’m saying! Hands are the secret. The things they can do.” You faced Nancy, walking up to her, bowing and extending your hand. “It can be gentle like, courteous, almost.” You let hand fall to her shoulder, cold against her skin. A finger made its way down her arm to her wrist — featherlight in its touch — ending when you took ahold of her hand and pressed a gentle kiss against her knuckles. You smiled at the way her breath exhaled. You spun around and stepped towards Eddie. The alcohol was making you bolder than usual tonight, it seemed. 

“Or— it can be dangerous, controlling, more sexual.” Your fingers traced Eddie’s jaw, feeling the muscles beneath it. His brown eyes were pinned on yours, mouth slightly agape. You took ahold of his chin and dragged him to his feet so his head was level to yours. You could feel his breath on your face as you leaned closer to his ear. “I can do so much with yet so little, and make you feel amazing. Simply by using my hands,” you whispered. “And I bet you know a thing or two as well, guitar boy.” 

A hand made its way down his chest and pushed him down into his seat again. You took note of his wide pupils as you turned back to your own seat.

“I, er— wow,” Steve muttered. You chuckled at his breathless tone. Seems like you weren’t the only one to admire a musician’s hands.

“You’re a drummer, though, right, y/n?” Vickie questioned, eyes a bit dazed.

You ducked your head, clearing your throat. “Yes, yes, I am. That is why I do know how to use my hands.”

“You don’t get distracted when you play with others, then?”

You shot her a look of disbelief. “You don’t get turned on when you're near a girl's boobs, do you, Vickie?”

“Touché,” she chuckled. 

Jonathan cleared his throat, bringing the attention to him. “Robin,” he said, meeting her eye. “Truth or dare?”

“Well, since everyone else here has been so boring, I choose dare.”

Jonathan’s smile widened as he glanced at Vickie. “I dare you to kiss the person you find hottest.”

Robin’s own smile dropped and she shot a scathing glance at the giggling teenagers. She ducked her head in exasperation, biting out a “fine,” and downed the rest of her drink — probably for courage. She turned her gaze to Vickie beside her, question written in her eyes. She let her hand rest against Vickie’s cheek before pressing their lips together. Cheers erupted around the fire and you couldn’t help yourself from letting out a laugh. Finally, you thought.

“Wow,” Vickie breathed, a smile gracing her lips. “That was—“

“Yeah.” Robin’s own smile matched Vickie’s. 

“Eddie,” Steve exclaimed with a smug expression. “Truth or dare?”

His gaze jumped to you, answering Steve absentmindedly, “Dare.”

“Alright, y/n happens to have told us some things that you apparently own.” Everyone’s gaze turned to Eddie’s surprised face. His gaze turned accusing, but you feigned innocence with a smile. “I need to know— what do you use your handcuffs for?”

Eddie choked on his drink and you had to fight to hold in your laugh. You had seen the handcuffs hanging beside his bed when you came over to him a while ago. You remembered telling Steve and Robin about them, wondering what in the hell he used them for — even if you did have a hunch. It seemed as if you would finally get your answer.

“I thought this was a dare?” Eddie asked.

“Fine, I dare you to show us what you use them for?”

He sighed, chuckling half heartedly, “I don’t know if this is the right time for that.”

“Hey!” Robin exclaimed, “You got the dare, you gotta do the dare!”

Eddie’s brown doe eyes turned to you, begging for help. You usually would have done what he wanted, rescued him out of kindness. But you were curious. You enjoyed seeing him sweat like this. It only made you wonder what on earth the handcuffs really were for. You felt like teasing him, tonight. You felt dangerous. You had gone this far already, so why not go further?

You slowly shook your head, eyes still set on Eddie’s. “I’m afraid you’re on your own for this one, Eddie.”

He sucked in a breath, ducking his head. “I use the handcuffs— as restraints.” You let out a breathless chuckle. He really was a kinky motherfucker, huh?

Steve narrowed his eyes, looking helplessly around for any clue. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean,” Eddie snapped, clearly embarrassed at this point, “Is that I use them during sex.” 

Knew it.

Jonathan fully spit out his drink, Nancy having to pound him on the back for him to not choke. Robin and Steve had the same shocked expressions on their faces. What had they expected, really?

Vickie let out a loud laugh. “Sex? Really?” Eddie ducked his head, shaking it. “You’re turning out to be more interesting than I thought.”

“Knew you were kinky in bed, Eddie,” you said, smugness written all over your features. He narrowed his eyes, looking you up and down, head tilted.

“I would assume the same for you.”

You let out a laugh, meeting his eye. “Guess you’d have to find out.”

Robin cleared her throat, bringing your gaze to her. You gave her a questioning look. “You can keep flirting later when we’ve finished playing.”

Your breath hitched, feeling your cheeks start to heat up immediately. Flirting was one thing, but being called out on it and actually having to acknowledge you were doing it? A completely other thing. You dared a glanced at Eddie and he looked as flustered as you felt. You chose to just ignore what was said and move on.

“Jonathan,” Steve said, “Truth or dare?”

“Er, yeah— truth.”

“Who of us here do you want — or have ever wanted — to fuck?”

Jonathan’s eyes widened, jumping around the fire. “What are with these questions, man?”

“Come on, Jonathan,” you laughed, his eyes moving to yours. “We’re drunk, we’re having fun. Why not?”

Jonathan groaned, “Fine.” His gaze moved to every person again, this time more careful. He swallowed his nervousness, taking a deeper breath. “Well, Nancy, of course.”

“There must be more than just her.” Steve leaned closer to him. “Even I can name more than one here I’ve wanted to fuck.” You eyebrows shot up as you glanced over at Steve.

“Like whom?” Jonathan asked.

“Well, er— it’s not really my truth, is it?” Steve muttered, scratching the back of his neck. 

Eddie took a swig of his drink, shaking his head. “Nuh-uh, no getting away with this, Stevie.” His brown eyes burned in the light of the fire. “Pray tell, who here have you wanted to fuck?”

Steve sighed, accepting his defeat. “Fine,” he bit out. Eddie winked at him, pleased with himself. Steve avoided everyone’s gaze as he started to name everyone as quickly as he could. “Nancy, Jonathan, y/n and Eddie, — and Robin — before I knew, that is. I also believe I was briefly attracted to Billy at some point.” The corner of your lips started to tug up as you looked over the Eddie, a grin on his face as well. 

“Billy?” Nancy exclaimed.

“You’re really trying to collect us all, huh, lover boy?” you teased, winking at him. Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Wait, does that mean all of us have turned Steve on at least on one point?” Eddie laughed. You snorted, his gaze to gliding to yours. 

“I mean, all it would take is cracking a joke and Steve will be creaming his pants,” Robin laughed, leaning heavily on Vickie. A hiccup escaped her lips. You didn’t know exactly how much she had drunk tonight, but you doubted she would remember much tomorrow.

Steve leaned forward, extending an accusing finger in her direction. “Listen, you butthead. I cannot help with whom I’m attracted to! I didn’t choose you all dumbasses.” Robin gave him a blank stare, pouting lightly. “What?” he asked.

“I just cannot believe you would call me a butthead,” she muttered, trying to fight her smile. He threw his arms up in exasperation, standing up to try to get rid of the nervous energy in his body. “So harsh, Stevie.”

“You wound me, Steve.” Your hands clenched over your heart, hurt written across your features. You fell back on the ground behind the log, leaves ruffling beneath your feet. You sprung to your feet, a big grin on your face, and met Eddie’s gaze. You watched the fire being reflected in his brown eyes, an almost dazed smile on his face. God, he really was beautiful. 

“Really, Steve?” Eddie questioned. “The King of Hawkins High wanted to fuck the Freak?” Steve flashed him a sarcastic smile, before scoffing at you. It only made your grin grow. 

Jonathan cleared his throat. “Okay, alright— Steve wants to fuck us all, got it.” Steve groaned yet again from his seat, muttering curses you couldn’t quite catch. Jonathan’s smile widened. 

“Moving on—,” Nancy said, bringing her hands together and turning her gaze to you. “I believe it’s y/n’s turn.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, his lips tugging up. “Truth or dare?”

You shot a nervous glance at Eddie, his brown eyes already set on yours. His hair was a ruffle of locks, carefully draping over his shoulders. The corner of his lip was tugged up in a half smile, something you happened to find very attractive. God, you dreaded what truth you would have to reveal to your friends — but you feared whatever the dare would be more. 

“Truth,” you smiled, gaze still set on Eddie. Robin shot a mischievous glance at Steve, a nod passing between the two of them. Oh god, you did not like this.

“Alright, y/n,” she said. “When — and more importantly, what — was your last sex dream?”

And there it was. 

You furrowed your brows. “Oh, man.” You rarely remembered what your dreams were about. Your last sex dream? “I gotta be honest, Robin, I don't even remember.” Your gaze shifted to Steve. “Or know what it was about, for that matter.”

Robin started to shake her head, but Steve was quicker. “I don’t believe you, y/n,” he said, gaze jumping to you. “I think you just don’t want to reveal anything embarrassing.”

Your eyebrows raised at his accusation. “I am serious! I don’t know! Both of you know how bad my memory is.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. 

Robin’s lip tugged up into a smirk. “Well, since y/n can’t remember, maybe we should help him out. Don’t you think, Stevie?” Steve’s lips immediately grew into a grin. Your eyes jumped between the two, narrowing. What were these two up to? 

“An excellent idea,” Vickie quipped.

“Don’t you start on this, too,” you bit out at her. “Traitors, all of you.” You dared a glance at Eddie, his grin just as shit-eating as the rest of them and eyes seeming very curious. 

“So, tell us. What was it?” Nancy leaned forward, a hand on Jonathan’s arm. You shot a warning glance at Robin — which she either didn’t notice or pretended not to — even though you had no idea of how she would know you’d had a sex dream. Unless— you prayed you hadn’t said anything.

“Last night, when y/n and I slept over at Steve’s, he was dreaming.” She shot a glance at Steve, whom’s grin only widened. “And we heard him say—“

“Oh, Eddie—” Steve moaned, bursting out into laughter with the rest of them.

Your mouth fell open, completely in awe. Blood immediately rushed to your cheeks — a clear sign of your flustered state. You couldn’t believe you had said that. You tried hiding your face between the fingers of your hands. It was to no avail. The laughter kept going, drowning out all other sound.

You dared a glance at Eddie between the gaps of your fingers. You were terribly afraid of how he would react to this. Would he be disgusted? Awkward? Wanting to end your friendship? You didn’t want to endanger your relationship with him. Maybe you could play it off as just a physical thing, rather than the emotional attachment you seemed to have formed. You expected some sort of comment, at least — a snarky insult slung at you. 

But when you met his eye you knew there would be none of that. He wasn’t looking at you weirdly, or any differently than normal. His eyes were blown wide, astonished in their expression, mouth agape. It was as if he couldn’t believe you would be attracted to him. But that’s impossible, right? There was no way he could think that.

“Are you sure the two of you haven’t hooked up, because it sounded way too real,” Robin laughed. She hiccuped again, almost laying on Vickie at this point. You absentmindedly shook your head, still holding Eddie’s gaze. His eyes really were beautiful. The way they shone in the sun, always full of mischief and always so curious. You loved that about him. 

“I think I need to get her to bed,” Vickie said, glancing around. Nancy nodded with her and offered to help Robin to their tent. Jonathan and Steve’s eyes met, a nod passing between them before standing up and excusing themselves for the night. You gave them a scathing glare. This was not over.

It was now only you and Eddie left — him staring intently at you and you desperately avoiding his gaze. You waited for him to drop the insult, the comment. Anything that showed that he truly had no feelings for you. 

“You—” he started, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “You had a sex dream about me?”

“Er, well— I mean, it seems so?” Your mind drew a blank. What could you even say to that?

Before Eddie could stop himself he dragged a hand down his face. “But why— why me, though?” Your eyes widened, full of disbelief. Why not him? Did he not know how attractive he was?

“Eddie, you’re hot as fuck.”

A chuckle escaped his lips, almost humourless, shaking his head. You shot to your feet, not really sure what to do. You really weren’t good with feelings. 

“What I mean is, Eddie, you’re an incredible person.” You smiled, softening at his gaze. “You never fail to make me laugh — whether you’re being an annoying dork or unnecessarily sweet. I don’t think you understand how much I really care about you.”

“You really think so?” he whispered, brown eyes on you. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, moving to sit beside him.

“So, you have a crush on me?” His smile turned smug and the familiar glint returning to his eye. There he was. My Eddie.

“What?” You rolled your eyes and fought against the urge to move away from him again. “I never said that.”

“You implied it. Plus, how could you not? I mean, I am amazing.” He gestured to himself, grinning widely. 

“Amazingly an asshole, maybe,” you snapped. He may be beautiful, but he was amazing at being a pain in your ass. 

He shrugged, fighting against the tug of his lips. “Only fitting for an incredibly idiotic man, I suppose.”

“Did you just call me an idiot?

“I called you incredible,” he breathed, turning to face you. His gaze jumped all over your face, unsure of what to do. You had flirted before, but it had always been more discreet and disguised in between insults. Never had you been this open and forthright with each other. It was terrifying, you had to admit. But you let yourself relax, involuntary leaning closer to him, your gaze studying every detail of his face without shame. 

His hand tentatively reached for you cheek, almost too scared to touch you. But as soon as you leaned into the touch, he gripped harder, his fingers reaching behind your neck. You felt him gently tug you closer and you almost fell against him in your hurry to reach him. 

You kissed him hard, with everything you had and had not yet said to him. Everything you couldn’t say to him. He responded with an equal amount of enthusiasm, pushing you back. You realized this was not so much different from your verbal spats, but instead it was dominance you were fighting for. You gripped his hair, tugging lightly at the same time as you bit down on his lip. His mouth fell agape and he practically moaned at the sensation, sounding so sensual you had to pause. Masochist and touch starved? Boy, you’d have your hands full with him. He pulled away, breathing heavily and pupils blown wide. 

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you breathed, letting the corners of your lips tug up into a smile. 

“Was it like that in your dream?” Eddie asked. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, failing to keep the grin from his face.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe we should try to recreate it.” You narrowed your eyes, matching Eddie’s smirk. “The whole dream.”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea.”

“I generally do have brilliant ideas.”

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Chapter 15: These Boots Are Made for Walkin'

You didn't think that you would get more surprises, in just three days everything went just down and crazy again and the very last thing that you would expect was too see Eleven again.

And not how the last time you saw her, cause she was alive and well and right in front of you and for the first time since everything happened, you let out a relieved sigh cause El was actually the very first good thing that happened in all that period and you were so glad that she was back.

Back and alive.

"Eleven?" Mike asked, surprised at seeing his hmm...former crush being alive and well

"Mike?"

You smiled at their little interaction as they got lost in ther little world talking about how Mike reached out to her and everyday she listened, 353 days to be more exactly, you turned to Dustin and saw that he had tears on his eyes and a big ass smile on his face and you were relieved to know that it were happy tears.

You remember the day he came crying to you, he was beyond happy cause Will was fine but was absolutely crushed when he spoke about El, how they were sad for the disappearence of fhe young girl. You found him after you, Jonathan, Nancy and Steve were back from the Byers house after taking the Demogorgon down and he couldn't stop the tears streaming down at his face, he slept with you, not only for that night but for a entire week till he stopped having nightmares.

You pulled down the cap of his hat on his face and he adjusted it and hugged you, arms holding you tightly while your hand moved back and forth on his shoulders to bring him confort, Steve smiled at the scene.

"Why didn't you told me you were there? That you were okay?" Mike asked her

"Cause i wouldn't let her" you were surprised at Hopper's statement and exchanged a look with Steve that was surprised too "The hell is this? Where you been?"

"Where have you been?" Eleven answered at his directioned ask for her

If you weren't that surprised, now you absolutely where, looking at Hopper hugging El and she doing it almost instantly make your brows furrow so deep that if it was possible, they would mend with your eyes.

"You've been hiding her...You've been hiding her this whole time!" Mike screamed and pushed Hopper's shoulder

"Hey! Hey! Let's talk...alone!"

When Hopper took Mike to some of the rooms of the house and closed the door, Lucas and Dustin hurriedly runned up to El, giving her a tight hug that she instantly returned.

"We missed you"

"I missed you too" she responded Lucas

"We talked about you pretty much everyday" Dustin said "Y/N/N pretended she was bored but she was downright missing you a lots too!"

"Teeth!"

"What?"

"You have teeth" she answered him after just fulling poking his front teeth

"Oh, you like this pearls?" Dustin made his infamous purring and you rolled your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose and laughing a little about how stupid that sound was.

"I told a million times to stop doing that! It's weird" you told him and he gave you tongue

"Y/N/N!"

"El!" you quickly enveloped the girl in your arms the moment she runned to you to give you in a hug

You think that you never hugged someone this hard before, you hadn't the chance to say goodbye to her last time you saw her and now you could hold her tightly against you, hand softly stroking her hair while doing so, big smile on your face at seeing the girl "I missed you so much!"

"Me too"

"I'm so sorry i wasn't there for you last time"

"It's okay"

"She cried for nearly a week after you were gone cause she didn't knew what happened to you" Dustin said at the back

"You were the one that couldn't stop crying everytime you brought her name cause you missed her!" you gave him tongue and Eleven laughed at that.

Eleven always like to see you and Dustin bickerings, it took her a while to understand that it wasn't serious when you first met each other. Eleven missed you a lot, you were actually the first grown up she was introduced to that she wasn't afraid that did in fact helped her, she looked up at you for everything and even considered you a older sister figure, she hoped that now you two could have time to get along well.

You got out of her hug and gave her a kiss on the forehead and took a step back, you heard Mike shouting at the back still talking with Hopper, you didn't know what made Hopper take Eleven under his guard but you were glad and could understand theyr dynamic very well, Max got closer to Eleven, giving her her hand to shake but Eleven only looked at her and went straight to Joyce, giving her a hug, you gave a small smile to Max and massaged her shoulder.

"Hmm...she's just like this towards new people, she will open to you, eventually..." she gave you a look and you shrugged "It's hard for her to open up, don't worry, i know you guys will be good friends"

The girl huffed at you and went to the other side of the living room and you laughed a little at her, you didn't blame her, Eleven was someone that really would take a while to open up to new people.

"So that's Eleven" Steve thought out loud when he got by your side

"That's her"

"She seems...i don't know, normal"

"Normal?" you laughed at his tone, hands on the pockets of your jeans "What you had in mind?"

"I don't know, Dustin mentioned that she was bald and insane, i didn't imagine, well...this"

"Wow Harrington, dense" you laughed

"Hey, give me a break would you?" he laughed alongside

"Yeah, ok pretty boy, i forgot that you have never met her" you said looking at him "She was bald and insane, but still was a little girl, a scared one, but a little girl nonethless"

"Dustin mentioned that she immediatly opened up to you?"

"I think so, but i guess it was only because i was already with the boys so i guess she felt more at ease"

"Is there a person that don't like you? I mean, besides obviously Tommy H. and Carol?"

"Hmmm...that's a good question, i have no idea"

"That's good, i don't think anyone could hate you"

"Oh yeah? And why you are so sure?" you asked, tone full of playfulness

"Just stating the facts, sweetheart"

Before you could reply or even thinking of an answer, you heard Joyce and Eleven talking and focused on them "You opened this gate before, right?" Joyce asked the girl

"Yes"

"Do you think if we...if we got you back there, that you could close it? "

Eleven nodded and a few moments later, Hopper and Mike were back and your little group was reunited again and tracing over a plan of how you could stop the demodogs, get Will's out of the Mind Flayer's reach and close the gate on the Hawkins Lab.

"It's not like it was before, it's grown, a lot, and...i mean, considering we can get in there, that place is crawling with those dogs" Hopper said explaining about the gate

"Demo-dogs" Dustin corrected and you sighed

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Dustin...how's that important now?" you asked Dustin

"It's just uh, Demogorgon and dogs, demo-dogs..like, you put them together, it sounds pretty badass-"

"How is that important now?" Hopper echoed what you said

"It's not, sorry" He said and you taped the cap of his hat, making it go down his face and he side hugged you, a clear sign that he was embarrassed and you turn your attention back on the conversation.

"I can do it" Eleven said to Hopper

"You're not hearing me"

"I'm hearing you, i can do it"

"Even if El can, there's still another problem: if the brain dies, the body dies" Mike interjects

"I thought that was the whole point" Max said, confused tone on her voice

"It is but if we're really sure about this...I mean, if El closes the gate and kill's the Mind Flayer's army..."

"Will's a part of his army" Lucas said and you sighed at what that meant

"Close the gate will kill him"

You shivered at the thought and followed the rest at the room Will was resting, if wasn't the drug that Joyce inserted, you sure that the Mind Flayer would've find a way to get to you, you didn't want anything happening to Will  you just wanted to be able to help him and sent the Mind Flayer back to where it belongs so you could get rid of it.

"He likes it cold..." Joyce said softly, a hint of realisation on her voice, you frowned

"What?" Hopper voiced

"It's what Will kept saying to me!" she strongly closed the opened window and you took a step back due to surprise and hit Steve's chest, his hands on your shoulders "We keep giving it what it wants!"

"If this is a virus and Will is the host..." Nancy said

"Then we need to make the host uninhatable" Jonathan completed, "cutes" you thought

"So if he likes it cold..."

"We need to burn it out of him" Joyce said

"Ok and how we do that? And of course it has the issue that it could easily find Will" you asked, confused at what could possibly be their plan

"We have to do it somewhere he doesn't know this time" Mike said

"Yeah, somewhere far away" Dustin suggested

"I know where" Hopper added

You thought how you would that cause the mission revolved on each group doing something: Joyce and Jonathan would go to make Will's inabitable for the Mind Flayer and Hopper and Eleven would go to the lab.

Something was itching at the back of your mind, you, Steve and Nancy had stricty orders to stay at the Byers house but you didn't felt like being behind would help, it was dangerous of course, but you didn't know if you could be able to sit and wait for everyone get their chores correctly and eveything would be all flowers and sun again.

You wanted to be of help, well, you and Mike, and you tried arguing Hopper on that, that you could be of some use, of some help, you knew the party when it was just the four of them and you needed to do something to help Will so you really got frustrated when Hopper didn't change his mind and you let out a huff when you accompanied everyone outside to their cars.

You could see Nancy reluntely thinking about going with Jonathan, you thought that if she goes with him, than that means Steve will be 100% sure that what he had with Nancy was over officially and you knew that he deep down, would want her to chose him.

"Y/N/N" Joyce said getting your attention on her after she let Will on Jonathan's car

"Yes?"

"I know you probably a little frustrated to be here and do nothing, i know you" she smiled and your eyes got full of unshed tears

"It's just...i wanna be of help, be able to do something, i feel like i didn't do much for him on these last weeks a-and..." you couldn't help the sniff you let out and she hugged you

"I know darling, i know how that it must be taken a toll on you but look, you always took such a good care of them, Will always said that if he could've had a big sister, he would want to be you" she took a step back and cleared a drop that had fallen from your eyes "So i need you here, to take care of the kids, cause they trust you and feel safe with you, think you can do that? I assure you that that will be such a great help for me" she smiled

Joyce always knew what to say to you on those moments, when everything happened the first time, she was the first to check up on you to make sure that you were alright with everything in taking care of the kids and making sure that they wouldn't hurt themselves, so you finally nodded and let out a sigh to her "Ok...Ok, yeah, i can do that"

"Thank you darling, please, take care ok?"

"Yeah, i'm gonna look over th-"

"No honey, you take care, i know you will take care of them, but i need you to take care too"

"I...i will try"

"Goodc she smiled and rubbed your shoulders before walking to the car

"Take care too"

"We wil!"

She said closing the door and you waved, you were surprised when you saw Nancy walking over to you and corrected your stance, puzzled look on your face "Take care of Mike for me? Please?" she asked you

"Sure, you can count on me, you going with Jonathan?"

"Well yes, i guessed that he would probably need me-"

"Don't worry, i got it" you smiled at her "I'm glad you going with him, i know that you being there will be important for him"

"Yes, i thought so too and about Steve..."

"You guys should talk about it, i noticed everything to come to a conclusion of you two, but as a friend i suggest you to end things in the right way, i think he deserves that even if he already knows that things have come to a end"

"That's what i thought too, after all this mess"

"Yeah, after all this mess, now, go, they waiting, i'm gonna look after Mike, don't worry" What she did next you were not even waiting cause she gave you the tighest hug ever, it's not like you and Nancy were friends, you never were since you walked in different group of people, the only thing in common you shared was the Upside Down weirdness, you hesitated a bit but hugged her back.

The hug didn't last long and she quickly got inside of Jonathan's car and off they all went, Hopper following behind on his truck while you and Steve stood on the porch just outside of the Byers house, you waving softly till the cars wouldn't be able to be seen, hands inside of the pockets of Steve's jacket "Oh"

"What?"

"I'm still wearing your jacket" you said softly and looked at the jacket "I totally forgot i was wearing it"

"It's okay, you can use it a little bit more, it looks good on you anyway" he smiled at you and you got flustered

"You think so?"

"Yeah, i do" you smiled and looked at him "Thank you, anyways"

"For what?"

"Being there, i think you helped me a lot with everything with Nancy"

"So...you good? Not like good good, because i just know it must hurt"

"Yeah, i'm all good, i knew that things were already over after the party, i think i just needed some time to really let it rest"

"I'm happy for you, not because you guys are over, nothing like thatc you started rambling and he smiled softly at that "But for you guys finally putting a end to it so there won't be any doubts resting"

"I think so too, i was the one who said that she should go, he would need her there"

"Yeah..." you trailed

"But you wanna know something?" he said getting closer to where you where standing

"What?" you asked, shiver running down your spine

"All of this brought at least one good thing and it's something that i'm really interested to get know more, if you let me" he said softly

You were left speechless at what he implied, butterflies dancing in your stomach and you didn't really know if what he was implying it was what you were thinking cause the almost kiss on the couch wasn't something that you thought like an bare minimum interest of him on you and instead thought it was just something of the moment.

You would've say something, you were ready to say something, but you were left speechless again on the porch with his big brown eyes so deeply concentrated on you, you don't think that he really was ready to move on just now but deep down you hoped that if he did, you hoped that he would thought of you being able to wait for him and you wished you could be there by his side, even if everything just stayed as a friendship. So when you were able to finally answer him, you heard something shattering inside the house and you sighed.

"C'mon pretty boy" you said softly, a smile dancing on your lips "Let's see what those gremlins are doing."

He smiled at the nickname that by now just looked that belonged to him, he loved it coming out of your mouth by now and when you passed by him, he noticed the tip of your ears turning red, a sign that you were flustered and a thing that he thought it was adorable of you and followed you inside, closing the door behind him.

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[lesbianlotties]

Ronancetober Day 15: Pirates AU

psa: i don't know a thing about pirates and names and whatever. so this is either really good or extremely silly, hopefully both... enjoy!! <3

“He said no?”

“He said no,” Mike shrugged nonchalantly, unmoved by the Captain’s deadly glare.

“The Red Robin says he won’t negotiate,” Eleven stepped in, holding her head high, always eager to impress the Captain that already favored her over most of the crew, sometimes even over Mike, the Captain’s own younger brother. “But he says he wants to talk, Captain.”

The Captain scoffed. “Oh, the Red Robin can go fuck himself then.”

“Captain,” Jonathan said quietly beside her. The Captain’s right-hand man, aggressive when she least expected it and reasonable when she least wanted it, was actually great at keeping things balanced, so the Captain usually appreciated his opinion. “It’s not… advisable to start a fight with the Red Robin.”

“Byers, I have the best crew and worst reputation around here. I’m not afraid of the Red Robin,” the Captain replied, but she knew that the Red Robin’s reputation matched her own. She finally yielded under the respectful but insistent eyes of her old friend. Plus, she had to admit a spark of curiosity in her chest, and her instinct screaming at her something temporarily unintelligible that sent her in the Red Robin’s path. “But I’ll talk, I guess,” the Captain added, and started delivering instructions. “I’ll take El and Byers First with me. Mike and Byers Second, you keep my ship afloat while I’m done or you’re dead, understood?” 

Done with that conversation, Nancy retreated to her quarters, adjusting her hat and the neck of her coat. She walked with practiced confidence and authority at every step. After all, the rest of her crew except for the four closest to her still believed she was a man. She had a lie to keep, and she had to figure out how to make the infamous Red Robin believe that lie during their conversation.

--

“He agreed?!”

“That’s what I just said,” MadMax replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t be a little shit,” the Red Robin said and slapped the brim of the hat on the young woman’s head, successfully annoying her. “How did you get the Wicked Wheeler to agree to talk to me?!”

“I’m just too charming!” King Steve shrugged, and immediately got his hat slapped right off his head.

Beside him, a different girl snorted and laughed at him, “You’re dead.”

“Hey, I’m the one talking,” the Red Robin interrupted her. “But Little Sinclair is right, I should kill you for this.”

It was, of course, an obvious lie. In the same way that the Red Robin had adopted MadMax and Little Sinclair as if they were her younger sisters, King Steve had earned the role of best friend and right-hand man. It helped that King Steve was friends with a brilliant young genius boy that hatched this plan but failed to guarantee it would succeed.

“I can’t meet the Wicked Wheeler! You were supposed to scare him off!” Robin hissed. As terrifying as this entire plan sounded, she was immensely curious about finding out the identity of the famous Wicked Wheeler. Something in her chest told her this was a risk she had to take. Still, she had to be careful. She took off her hat and further lowered the thin scarf that she usually wrapped over half of her face to conceal her identity. She waved at her face and exclaimed, ”If he finds out I’m a woman we’re all dead.”

“Don’t get caught then,�� Little Sinclair said, matter-of-factly.

“You got this,” MadMax shrugged, even if Robin caught the smile that she was trying to hide.

“And thank me later,” King Steve winked at her. He had just fixed his hat on his head again, just for Robin to flip it off of him again while the two girls laughed and he groaned. 

Dammit, Robin thought. She really had to pull this off, she couldn’t let down her crew, and she really, really didn’t want to die. Especially not in the hands of the Wicked Wheeler.

--

Finally, the day arrived. The two ships side by side, Nancy and the most trusted members of her crew boarded the Red Robin’s ship. She left Eleven and Byers First with a man and two young women, and she made her way to the quarters of the Captain of the ship. She was comforted by the fact that the Red Robin allowed women in his crew, not everyone was like that, but she still kept her guard up. She arrived at the Red Robin’s quarters and slowly pushed open the door. The room was big and probably filled with the best of every treasure the Red Robin ever captured, but Nancy couldn’t see most of it. The room was kept in the dark save for a few candles far away from the great dest where the other pirate expected her. She would’ve complained about the darkness, but it was convenient for her. The least the Red Robin saw of her face, the least suspicions there would be.

“Well, well, well,” the Red Robin said, “I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you, Wheels. But not even I’m that good of a liar. I did expect you to be taller in person, though. I guess people were lying when they said you were a great pirate, huh? Not that you ever were close to being one of the greatest but-”

“Oh fuck off,” Nancy interrupted him, “Do you ever shut up?” She’d had to say something, and she had to stand her ground. Most importantly, she had to hide the fact that the Red Robin’s raspy voice sent chills down her spine. Besides, her voice seemed to make the other Captain make a double take. The Red Robin stood up from his chair and walked around to lean back against the front of the heavy desk. Nancy was immediately drawn to that tall and slender body covered in as many layers as she was.

“You’re feisty, Wheels,” the Red Robin said, and stopped to take a hearty sip of the drink she’d had on the corner of her desk. Nancy would’ve been a fool to ignore the obvious fact that the Red Robin was regarding her as curiously and as thoroughly as she was studying him. The air between them was oddly electrifying, a turbulent sea, a rush of adrenaline. “Why did you agree to meet me?” the Red Robin finally asked her. “Your reputation says that you always send your little brother and some sad-looking guy to do your deals for you.”

“Isn’t that exactly what everyone says about you?” Nancy replied, taking one bold step closer to the other pirate.

“No,” the Red Robin smiled, such a bright and mischievous grin that it was noticeable even under the dim light of the room. “My crew is more impressive, and I always encourage them not to leave survivors.” The Red Robin didn’t imitate Nancy’s movements, but there was something about the way that she leaned into her desk that gave her the same effect. A dare. An invitation. A warning. All at once.

“Is that why I’m here?” Nancy asked, taking another step forward, and then another. “Are you stupid enough to think that you can kill me?”

All at once, Nancy felt extremely aware of the weight of her sword hanging by her hip. And her eyes were drawn to the Red Robin’s own sword right there inches away from the pirate’s fingertips.

“Why are you here?” the Red Robin asked, tilting her head and staring with amusement at Nancy. “I said I just wanted to talk. But what do you want, Wheels?”

“I want to know what you’re hiding behind all these shadows,” Nancy answered, taking one more step forward. She was close enough to see the clear blue color of the Red Robin’s eyes, more wild and beautiful than any sea either of them had ever conquered.

Surprisingly, the Red Robin swiftly pulled out her sword. Nancy reacted on instinct, pulling out hers as well, but the surprises only continued. The Red Robin was faster, but all he did was hold the very edge of his sword over the buttons of Nancy’s closed coat.

“I’ll show you,” the Red Robin whispered, no longer trying to make his voice deeper, but the hoarse result was even more attractive to Nancy’s ears. “If you’ll show me what you’re hiding under all these layers.”

“Why?” Nancy asked, holding her head high, gripping her sword tightly, and fearless taking a very small step forward so the tip of the Red Robin’s sword successfully cut through the first button on its path. “I’m sure you’re well acquainted with my secret, seeing as you’re hiding the same thing, Red Robin.”

The Red Robin laughed, and it was a warm and delicious sound. She lowered her sword and dropped it behind her on the desk. Then she took off her hat. She briefly shook her head to push back the wild strands of strawberry blond hair off her strikingly beautiful and freckled face, and then she made a playful bow with her hat pressed to her chest. “Just Robin is fine,” Robin said with a smile.

Nancy followed her example and took off her hat. She put back her sword, and then ran a hand over her hair, and gave Robin a matching smile of her own. “Nancy,” she said simply.

“What do you say, Nancy,” Robin said softly and held out her hand for Nancy to take, “Do you want to negotiate with me now?”

Nancy accepted Robin’s hand, knowing full well that neither of them was particularly thinking about their business at sea at the moment.

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[yoursecondfirstlove]

Mystery Mania p.11

(Y/n), a popular supernatural podcaster decides to cover the infamous town of Hawkins Indiana for her latest miniseries

MASTERLIST

Will Byers Interview. Raw footage

INT. THE BYERS HOME

Will sits in a chair in his bedroom.

He shuffled uncomfortably in front of the camera.

Y/n: are you ready?

Will smiles nervously and nods.

Y/n: can you please describe the night you went missing?

Will nods again.

Will: yeah, yeah of course. So uh-I was over at my friend Mikes house, we were all playing D&D, and me and my friends all left to go home. I lived the furthest away for there was a little while where I was cycling by myself.

Will looks to y/n for encouragement.

We hear y/n hum.

Will: So uh- I was cycling by myself and I like-I saw something in the road that spooked me I guess.

Y/n: do you remember what you saw?

Will shrugs and looks to the ground.

Will: I don’t know, it was just like-a shadow of something, it was probably and animal or something I don’t know.

Will looks off screen to y/n.

Will smiles to y/n.

Will: so uh, I get spooked and I just steer off the road into the woods. I feel off my bike and like rolled somewhere. I had no idea where I had just ended up so tried to find my way out but I just got more and more lost.

Y/n: how long were you missing?

Will: just uh-just a week.

Y/n: well a week is a long time for a kid to go missing in the woods.

Will nods.

Will: yeah, yeah I was uh-I was in pretty bad shape when they ended up finding me.

Y/n: what was it like coming back, finding out everyone already thought you were dead?

Will scrunches his face up a little, looking slightly tearful.

Will: it uh-it wasn’t great, I guess. I was already bullied but I just started getting bullied like…worse? I guess. That combined with-with all the flashbacks and episodes it was really…

Will begins to tear up.

Will: I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.

Y/n: no, no, no there’s nothing to be sorry for. You need a quick break?

Will nods as he smiles through his tears.

Will: yeah, yeah that’d be great.

Video cuts.

Video cuts back to Will drinking a glass of water.

Will: okay I think Im good now.

Y/n: are you sure?

Will: yeah, yeah Im sure.

Y/n: could you please tell me about any aftermath you went through once you came back?

Will nods.

Will: yeah, yeah of course so uh. I was going to some therapy session, some psychological evaluations after I came back for the uh-for the trauma I guess. It was really hard at first. I got really sick for a little while, which didn’t help.

Y/n: you got sick?

Will nods.

Will: yeah, yeah uh-glandular fever.

Y/n: oh wow…

Will: yeah but uh, things got a lot better, over-over time.

Y/n: yeah?

Will: yeah uh a little bit before the uh-the mall burned down, I actually got to feel like a kid again.

Y/n: so you feel like your childhood was stolen from you after this experience?

Will smiles nervously as he nods and looks into his lap.

Will: yeah, yeah I guess I do.

We hear the door swing open.

Will looks toward the sound.

El: Joyce would like to know if y/n would like to have lunch with us.

Y/n: oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude.

Joyce: oh honey, don’t worry about that, you’re here anyway, we’d love to have you.

Y/n: okay then, that’d be nice, thank you.

Joyce: oh! I’m so sorry, did we interrupt?

Y/n: no, no I think we were just about done anyway. Are you happy to leave it there Will?

Will smiles at y/n.

Will: yeah, yeah I think that’s good.

Video ends

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[onstoryladders]

Hi pls tell me the single most gay thing Mike Wheeler has done. Bonus points if it doesn’t involve Will Byers. Bonus points if it involves Will Byers. You know what I just feel like giving bonus points today. Please take these bonus points(+2points). So maybe 2 single gay things one involving Will and one not involving Will.

HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE ANON IT'S TOO HARD I CAN'T DO THISGBDJBDHDBDBD

Alright, I think the gayest thing he's done is the (infamous) kiss in s3 because... well...

Sorry but there's no hetsplanation for this one, he was even framed in an OPEN CLOSET like c'mon. And speaking of hetsplanations, can someone give me one regarding this scene?

Why does he look at Will instead of El – his girlfriend, who just went through some shit and is currently distraught about it? Get your priorities straight, boi, 'cause at the moment they're NOT.

Also whatever this is. Gayass.

Also this one.

Like. Seriously, Mike? And you had to say it TWICE because...? No, don't answer, you can't get out of this one no matter what you say.

And how can I not mention the airport scene?

WHAT ARE YOU HIDING FROM? YOU MIGHT NOT SEE HOMOSEXUALITY BUT IT SEES YOU JUST FINE MICHAEL!

And then he goes like "oh hi Will you're here too" oh I wanna hit his head with a stick.

AND HIS JEALOUS ASS WHEN HE SEES THAT WILL HAS THE PAINTING. SIT DOWN AND CRY.

And THAT happens after he basically backed out of a hug&kiss combo with his girlfriend by putting a bunch of flowers between them so he could go “hey no El you're ruining your present” like are you serious now Michael. Are you. No you're not you've never been serious in your entire life and you're not starting now. Sit down and cry AGAIN!

And look at how he stares at Will.

THE FUCK IS THIS BOI

YKW I CARE A LOT ABOUT WHAT FINN WOLFHARD IS DOING WITH HIS EYES

Also when he tells Will "Hawkins is not the same without you" like. I can't even comment on this, go sit in the corner and reflect on the sheer gayness of your actions Mike.

Special shoutout for Ted Wheeler and his contribution to the Gay Mike Agenda:

UGH THIS IS HARD I CAN'T CHOOSE BYE

#byler #cringefail loserboy <3 #mail 💌

[bugsbenefit]

the water motif in s1

i know watergate is a thing we talk about regularly but going through s1 again it's crazy how consistent that theme of water = uh oh, is

there's quite a few posts about it but i just want to go over all of the moments just in s1 alone again (i'll probably do individual posts for the later seasons when i get to them, but i think s1 is generally the most egregious season with it anyways)

instances and images under the cut because i'm serious there's an obscene amount of times this motif comes up

the shot of the lab worker getting dragged up the elevator and killed in the opener of the show gets intercepted by the Wheeler's sprinkler system as we hardcut to Mike's campaign

2. Hopper showers right before taking smoking, taking pills, And drinking simultaneously (also moments before he gets the news of Will's disappearance)

3. Benny washes dishes Right before the lab workers show up and he is killed (sc is of where you can read the captions describing the action instead of a few seconds later where you can see him do so we have some caps in some of these images lmao)

4. it starts lightly raining when the party get to "Mirkwood" where Will dissappeared and then full on starts pouring right before they find El and get dragged into the UD mess

5. after hooking up with a random woman again Hopper stands outside his trailer looking out at the lake while there's constant water sloshing noises in the bg of the dialogue (not subtitled), meanwhile he rejects the woman's advances and talks about feeling cursed (trauma moment poor guy)

6. infamously, Steve's pool, as Barb dies (she also literally dies IN the pool here, oh girl :c)

7. obviously Will's "body" being found in the quarry

8. after Hopper breaks into the lab and gets drugged. he wakes up in his now bugged home and runs outside first thing, where we get another great shot of the lake next to his house, again with the water sounds too

9. Lonnie showers at the Byers' while Joyce finds the papers in his bag confirming he just came back for monetary gain

10. El's constant traumatic flashbacks of the lab where we get to see "the bath", not including Every shot here because it happens more than once

11. now Nancy takes a shower while having flashbacks to her encounter with the Demogorgon that almost killed her

12. El looks at her reflection in the water while she's hiding out in the forest and breaks down/freaks out screaming at her reflection and disturbing the water

13. Mike at the quarry right before he almost dies if it weren't for El's interference (i haven't included the shot of Hopper standing at the quarry talking about how a fall in would be deadly since it's before Will's body is found there and Mike almost dies in there for real, since it would take up even more space here and is already on theme with setting tragedy up)

14. when the party all catches each other up to date Hopper tells everyone that the gate to the UD in the lab is "near a large watertank"

15. El washes her face, feeling bad for not being able to find Will or Barb, and seconds before deciding to ignore her fear and face the void again by setting up a new "bath" for her to use her powers

16. said "bath" itself, obviously, which already causes her great distress but is also from where she sees Barb's dead body

17. Will using the bathroom sink right after coughing up the UD creature and right before he has an actual flash to the UD itself

18. also every instance of El visiting the void, which exclusively consists of the water floor (during which she's not only scared each time but also mainly consists of moments like finding the Demogorgon or a dead Barb)

19. also the fact that anyone in the UD is extremely wet, which we see anytime we get shots of Will or Barb there

like. the amount of times this happens it crazy. i also didn't leave out any water moments and just cherry picked the "bad" ones. this is literally all of them. (fyi, i don't have one establishing lake-shot of Hopper's cabin in here because there's already so many images, but Hopper's cabin is associated with water in general every time were there. something bad also happens every time we're there so i guess it evens out)

also fun detail, i wouldn't include it in the actual list but i just think it's too funny to not mention at all: when the kids hide out in the bus at the car junk yard (the same the kids also hide in with Steve during s2) Brenner's men show up. and when one of them turns to finally check out the bus the camera turns and suddenly there's no cars on screen anymore and just Boats

literally just boats

which is Really funny tbh. i wouldn't count it as an actual watergate moment, but this is also the closest they could get to hint at their water motif without having the guy chug water while hunting kids or having another spontaneous rainstorm start

i just want to know where they're going with their overall water theme SOOO bad, it's been so prominent since s1, it clearly seems to be associated with bad things happening. but also the fact that there are no bodies of water in the UD (while everything is still wet and or gooey??)

I NEED TO KNOWWW LET ME IN

#st rewatch time #stranger things #watergate #this is seriously one of the wildest reocurring motifs the show has #like what do you mean #why are you so weird about water #it's just water #why are we demonizing it so bad #why is there no water in the UD #just. what?

[milkiangl]

— STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

smut content marked with *

EDDIE MUNSON.

one shots.

↳ FEEDING ON THE INNOCENT. * ; legends say that evil lurks just beneath the midnight veil of the forest, but you never expected the darkness to be oh so mesmerizing.

drabbles / blurbs.

↳ baking cookies with eddie.

↳ perv!bestfriend!eddie. *

moodboards.

↳ ex lovers with eddie.

↳ eddie dating girly!reader.

JONATHAN BYERS.

one shots.

↳ TAKE MY BREATH AWAY. * ; after traveling all the way to california to suprise your boyfriend, jonathan, he finds a way to show you how thankful he is to finally have you in his arms again.

drabbles / blurbs.

↳ dry humping jonathan in his car. *

↳ crybaby!reader riding jonathan. *

STEVE HARRINGTON.

one shots.

↳ GREASED LIGHTIN’. ; steve ‘the hair’ harrington: notorious leader of rydell high school’s infamous gang, the t-birds. who predicted his flirty remarks and overly confident persona would ultimately win over your heart and render you hopelessly devoted to his? ( in progress! )

↳ READ BETWEEN THE MARGINS. ; working at family videos had it’s obvious list of pros and cons for steve; but, if one thing was for sure, running into the pretty bookstore employee next door every day outweighed all possible negatives. ( in progress! )

drabbles / blurbs.

none yet.

moodboards.

↳ fake dating with steve.

ROBIN BUCKLEY.

one shots.

↳ BITTERSWEET LOVE. ; forbidden love. stolen kisses beneath the bleachers before practice, the lingering eyes as you pass in the hallway, and the surreptitious nights you cherished to make up for all the gaps in between. robin took whatever you were capable of giving her while he was promised the rest. ( in progress! )

drabbles / blurbs.

↳ robin loves teasing crybaby!reader. *

moodboards.

↳ girl scout besties with robin and nancy.

NANCY WHEELER.

one shots.

none yet.

drabbles / blurbs.

↳ girlfriend!nancy doing your makeup.

moodboards.

↳ loser!nancy with popular cheerleader!reader.

↳ girl scout besties with nancy and robin.

MAX MAYFIELD.

one shots.

none yet.

drabbles / blurbs.

↳ max teaches you how to skate.

MIKE WHEELER.

one shots.

none yet.

drabbles / blurbs.

none yet.

moodboards.

↳ enemies to lovers with mike.

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[digestionsack]

Thought Bubble

So basically every casual viewer I’ve talked to is very convinced that Mike will reject Will in S5. Like, most of them really like the idea of Byler happening and are very supportive and ship it and love Will and want him to be happy, but they really don’t think it will actually happen. None of them are saying “oh, it won’t happen because Will is going to die” which I appreciate, because he’s not, but they are saying that Will is going to be rejected. And I guess that’s a valid fear if you don’t have the proof against such a thing like we do and if you’ve spent years absorbing heteronormative bullshit where queer people are regularly rejected (which a lot of us have grown up with), but, like…

We already…got a rejection?

Yeah, I’m talking about the infamous S3 rain fight. I personally think (and many agree) that Mike was 100% projecting when he said that stuff to Will (“we’re not kids anymore, we have to grow up” “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls”), but to Will, that was a rejection. He 100% takes it that way, hence the Castle Byers destruction. To the general audience, that was framed as a rejection, since we have no idea what the actual fuck is going on in Mike’s head.

And it’s not even like that was the only time. That goddamn ily monologue must have been a bucket of salt in an open wound. That was, in a way, another “rejection” (although we didn’t really believe that the monologue was an end-all-be-all, Will definitely did). And that godawful airport hug.

So that’s like…what…two+ major “rejections?” Would they really do a third? At that point it’s just redundant, and cruelly so. I mean, sure, they could do it again and be like, “this is a parallel to S3 but nicer.” Nope. Nope. Noooope. Again, that’s just cruel. That would be a mean parallel. Parallels are not supposed to be needlessly cruel; they are supposed to provoke thought and encourage media literacy. And I know this has been said before, but how in the fuck would yet another rejection further Will’s arc? Don’t give me that “accepting rejection is just a part of life” bullshit. Or the “well, it’s realistic for queer people to face rejection” bullshit. Nope. Because in the end, I don’t give a shit what’s “realistic.” Because this is a fictional show with fictional characters that need to have satisfying arcs. How does being rejected further Will’s arc? He’s felt neglected his whole life. His father was a dirtbag and left. He thinks his best friend, the love of his life, does not return his feelings. He’s already trying to “accept” that. So what would further Will’s arc? RECOGNIZING THAT HE DESERVES THE SAME LOVE HE GIVES. GAINING CONFIDENCE IN HIS FEELINGS AND KNOWING HE ISN’T A MISTAKE. THAT will further his arc.

In all seriousness, if there are any more rejections I will be beyond disgusted.

#byler #byler analysis #will byers #stranger things 5

[jihope-less]

byler au

where it’s halloween 1989 and mike has organised a date (which is not a date but more like going out with his best friend, but max insist that it’s totally a date) to spend more time with will because after everything they been through, they deserve to do something normal and so he planned to take will to the cinema.

max told him that there was this super new horror movie that would have made them both jump in fear and maybe hold hands (not because that was what she did when she went to the cinema with lucas and a particular loud scream had made her jump,totally not the case) and mike would have lied if the idea of will holding his hands hadn’t made his cheeks flush.

so even when he kinda of despised horror movie because they would give him nightmares (mike would never admit it though) he decided to go for it

everything was going smoothly mike picked up will with his old rusty car that his parents allowed him to drive only once in a week, and drove them to hawkins cinema.

he told will to wait next to the box office while he got popcorn and then he would have bought the tickets

and he did exactly that,

but when he got back, his hands holding a big basket full of popcorn

he noticed will holding two tickets

“mike you won’t believe it!” will said excitedly, his smile so big that mike almost got blind because of it

“i thought i told you i would have bought the tickets?”

“oh but you already bought the pop corn.. anyway… i was talking to the lady and guess what movie they released today!!”

“w-what?” mike replied a bit flustered at the idea that his plan had been basically ruined, by will nonetheless

“ghostbusters II!” will almost shouted, too excited, as he showed mike the two tickets

“and you bought it?”

“of course i did! it’s gonna be super epic i feel it!”

and honestly mike loved the first ghostbusters they even dressed as the characters at halloween of too many years ago

but now knowing that he probably won’t have the chance to hold will hands because ghostbusters was’t that scary (honestly), he kinda of hated the idea, but will he was being so excited and he already had bought the tickets, so mike couldn’t do anything else than going for it.

and of course as soon as the movie started it did with the infamous song and will looked at him with literally sparkles in his eyes, his voice as quiet as a whisper, singing the ghostbusters song

mike had never seen him this happy in a while and honestly if ghostbusters made him happy he was as well.

and maybe their hands brushed once every while when both of them reached for the popcorn

and maybe will was right that the movie was going to her epic because it literally mind blowed mike.

and maybe it wasn’t that bad that they didn’t end up watching the scary horror movie because as the movie was ending will was even more happy and excited than when he was at the begging.

and maybe mike wouldn’t have traded ghostbusters II with anything else at the world because as Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz, Egon Spengler and Winston Zeddemore came out as heroes once more

will was so excited that basically held mike hands until the end of the credits and mike held it even tighter.

“what did i told you? fucking epic!” will exclaimed as they were heading to mike’s car

“yeah you were so right! dustin and lucas will be so mad that we saw it without them” mike replied opening his car

“oh right, shit, well, we will see it once more together.. but honestly i’m happy i saw it with you”

and mike prayed to god that the darkness of the night would have covered his flushing red face. he wasn’t used anymore to confident, blunt will.

“i-i am as well” he spluttered while turning on the car motor’s.

and maybe mike was very very glad they went for ghostbusters II instead of the very scary new horror movie

because when he parked in front of the byers house, him walking behind will as they reached the front door, will turned around and said

“well, i, um thanks for the evening mike. i had so much fun”

very normal indeed, the thing was that mike didn’t expect will to walk in front him, so near that he could spot will’s moles, and totally wouldn’t have thought (not even in his dreams) that will would have moved even closer and

kiss him on the cheek.

what the fuck, did he really, oh my god, my cheek, his lips, my what? wait did i just imagined it no wait i did not am i breathing correctly am i not wait maybe i am dying maybe vecna is still playing with my mind yeah this is the most plausible answ-

“mike, omyfyckinggod i’m sososo sorry” he replied his hands covering his mouth “i saw you there and i dunno why i did that i wanted to show you i much i am grateful but i dunno why i did that omygod i’m sorry i you we can forget this actually happ-”

and maybe mike kinda of went through whatever happened to will when he kissed his cheek two seconds ago because his brain was empty when he literally moved forward to kiss will on his lips

(idk man i wrote this while literally watching the ghostbusters movies and i just thought idk)

#byler #byler brainrot #byler better be canon #byler endgame #byler nation #mike wheeler #mike #will #will byers #they’re a chaotic mess #and i will stand by that

[astrobei]

Also any other fanfic writing tips? Do you have thoughts on chaptered fics vs longer one-shots? Do you ever struggle with characters feeling ooc?

I'm working my way up to finishing a couple WIPs and am very very nervous about posting them on ao3 😬😬

ooshdjsfh i think it’s funny when ppl ask me for writing advice bc i am a Mess but i will try my hardest to be helpful w this!

for the first bit, personally i’m a fan of oneshots, both writing and reading (there are exceptions for both ofc!!) just because i usually don’t have the attention span to write or read chaptered fics unless they’re finished and under 5 chapters ! but both of my chaptered fics are/were chaptered literally because i wrote too much to make it a oneshot without it feeling kind of clunky and awkward LOL i don’t usually write fics with big fleshed out plots anyway, and it’s more like a general storyline with a focus on individual scenes instead of the overarching plot, so i’ll write it all in one go! and i always write more than i think i will, so stories i plan to be like 10-15k ALWAYS end up at least 20k somehow 😭 personally i just rly appreciate when chaptered fics are consistent w uploading (as much as possible for the author) because it’s really hard for me to commit otherwise, which is why i don’t rly write them myself!!

and Oh My God anon,, i struggle CONSTANTLY w characters feelings ooc im always so concerned w my mike especially, since so much of s3 and 4 was more will pov and we didn’t get as much of an insight into mike’s internal struggles and thoughts like we did with will (the castle byers scene, van scene, jonathan talk, etc) so i’m always worried that the way i interpret him is not the same way that others might! and characters like lucas and dustin and max are easier since their povs in the show have stayed pretty consistent since their first appearances, and even will is easier for me to write (although i prefer mike which is pretty obvious maybe LOL) but mike Stresses Me Out a lot,, whew !!

if ur having trouble w that my advice (or at least what i do, take it w a grain of salt siskfjsjf) is think whether or not u could imagine this character saying that in the show. like, if this dialogue was added to a scene would it feel weird and out of place? do they usually use words like that? are there words used in the show specific to this character? (e.g: robin with “dingus”) i do take a lot of creative liberty w characters like mike and will especially when writing fluff fics, since so much of s4 and the end of s3 has been Sad and we haven’t gotten much humorous interaction from them, but i always try to ask myself if it’s true to their dynamic. like, mike would never ever pull off being suave and cool (except maybe in will’s unreliable narrator pov) because he gets flustered and is kind of an idiot and will is canonically a little bitchy and a little snarky and one of the only people who can put mike in his place so .

and thinking abt their motivations and Why they act/think the way they do: in byler’s case for example, will is selfless to a fault where he keeps putting other people before him, he’s so scared of his own needs making him selfish or a bad person that he often backpedals too far trying to amend that (s4!!) but he gets frustrated pretty easily (he’s the one that’s Started both of the infamous byler fights, the one that blows up first) and isn’t afraid to call mike out on things !! vs mike who tries really really hard, and has so much love for the people in his life but he’s inexperienced in it and doesn’t know how to show it in the way they want (saying ily to el, being a good friend to will) and a lot of his own inner monologue being fueled by the fear that the people in his life don’t need him anymore and yk . stuff like that . idk i just think abt these things a lot when i write!

anyways i am not qualified in the slightest to give any of this advice so FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS !! but anon if u ever end up publishing those wips (pls do) PLEASE don’t hesitate to drop me a link i’d love to check them out! posting fics can be rly scary but my advice would be to have as much fun with it as u can! play around w tropes and dialogue and writing styles and povs as much as u want. it can be easy to get caught up in writing what u think ppl want to read or thinking u Have to write smth bc someone asked for it but literally just write whatever u want (that’s like . not insane and awful for obvious reasons) and enjoy urself!!

hope this helped !! <3

#why r people asking me for advice #i’m a loser #a LOSER #IDK WHAT IM DOING #ask #fic

[hawkinsbestmom]

What Chrissy would do to bring Joyce's memory back:

Decorate the Byers' house in the infamous Christmas lights.

Create a scrapbook/photobook with as many photos that she could find in hopes that it would trigger a memory.

Bake Joyce's favorite carrot cake -- with extra frosting of course!

Oh, @chrissycunn1nghamissy! This sounds absolutely lovely! I bet that if you asked Jon he could provide you with all the photos you could possibly need! He always manages the capture the perfect pictures, he's just so talented!

Let's hope we'll never have to find out! And how did you even know Carrot Cake is my favorite? Has Will or El been telling on me? I bet they have!

-Joyce (@hawkinsbestmom)

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[bernadettelovestokiohotel]

"The moment I saw your eyes"

Vance Hopper x Will Byers

(Ik it sounds horrible but fuck it)

Will Byers,a boy that came from a Christian home has moved into the town,alongside his family with his mother and his older brother.He is known as a very creative and artistic kid which people didn't really appreciate because during this time,boys are sporty and masculine.So of course,he wasn't really all that popular but he wasn't bullied.

Then we have our one and only Vance Hopper.He came from an abusive environment with an alcoholic father who didn't care about him,and a mother who passed away when he was young.Vance is infamous for his violent tendencies and agressive urges,also for beating random kids up.

Will was,of course,super scared of Vance.Even just hearing about him made him shiver.

One day,during art class,the teacher made groups in which students painted their partner and then present it to each other when they finish.

Well,our poor Will got paired up with Vance Hopper.

Will shivered as he approached Vance.

"u-uh..y-you're my..art partner?"

Will blurted out.

"who the fu-"

Vance took a look at Will.

Vance's heart softened as his gaze,also,softened gently,his face burning red.

Will was also fascinated with Vance's beauty.They both were.

"he's so pretty."

They both thought.

"yeah..sit."

Vance said.

They then painted each other.

After a while,they finished.

"okay,time to see."

Vance said.

"o-oh ok.."

Will replied.

They both showed it.

"holy shit you're so good at painting!"

Vance said.

"oh!Thanks..I love the way you paint too!"

Will stated as he laughed.

They ended up having a great conversation and had a really nice time.

The bell then rang.

"hey uh..vance,right?"

Will said.

"Wanna sit next to me in biology?"

Will asked,as he caressed the back of his head.

Vance's heart fluttered a bit.

"whatever,nerd."

Vance said,as they walked out of class together.

"does this mean we're friends?"

Will asked.

"what?"

"I said does this mean we're friends?"

"I don't know..I never really had one."

Vance said.

"why?You're actually really cool to talk to"

"thanks,i suppose."

"so,are we friends now?"

Will asked once again.

"you..you wanna be friends with.."

Vance said,and then pointed a finger at himself.

"me?"

"mhm."

Will smiled gently.

"what the hell,people like him usually get scared shitless and run away,but i guess I could use someone's company."

Vance thought quietly to himself.

"yeah,you and me are friends now."

Vance said.

"yes!Thank you!"

Will pulls Vance into a hug.Vances face turned bright red,and slowly hugged him back.

SHOULD I CONTINUE??