#eleven x female reader

[thewidowsghost]

A Warrior's Return (Sacrifice - Pt. 2)

Part 1 - Sacrifice

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Max’s eyes return to normal, and she falls to the ground.

Max pants, her eyes wild, and Lucas pulls Max into his arms.

Sobs rack Max’s body.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Lucas whispers.

“I’m here,” Max gasps, grabbing onto Lucas’s bicep and running her fingers down his arm, “I’m still here. I’m still here.”

The claws around Steve’s heart unclench, for this time, no one had died.

. . .

“Hey, Dustin, this is Eddie the Banished,” Eddie says into the walkie talkie. “You there? Dustin, can you hear me?”

Nancy Wheeler sits up at the sound of the walkie.

“Earth to Dustin,” Eddie continues.

“Hey, it’s Nancy,” Nancy says, answering Eddie.

“Wheeler! Hey!” Eddie says. “Um, I’m gonna need a food delivery, like, really soon, unless you want me going out into the world.”

“No. No, no, no. Don’t do that,” Nancy replies. “Stay where you are, and we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Eddie says. “Listen, um . . . can you pick me up a six-pack? I know it’s sutpid as shit, drinking right now, but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves.”

Nancy shifts in her seat on the floor before looking over to the couch Max had been sleeping on - the girl was gone.

“Hey, I’m gonna have to call you back,” Nancy says, dropping the walkie and shaking Dustin’s shoulder. “Wake up,” Nancy says, shaking the boy’s shoulders again.

“What?” Dustin questions.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on Max watch?” Nancy asks.

“Yep,” Dusin replies, “Yep, yep, yep. Sorry.”

“Then where is she?” Nancy questions.

“She’s right there,” Dustin gestures to the empty couch, then he starts. “A second ago. I swear, I just dozed off for . . . an hour.”

Nancy and Dustin sprint up the stairs three at a time, then enter the kitchen. The two relax when they spot Max sitting at the kitchen table, once again bundled up in her sister’s jacket. Max is leaning over the table, her headphones over her ears.

“Morning guys,” Mrs. Wheeler says, setting a plate of pancakes down onto the island. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Nancy says, glancing between Max and her mother.

Max looks over at the sound of Nancy’s voice.

“I think it’s so sweet that you guys are sticking together like this,” Mrs. Wheeler continues.

“Could try sticking together at a different house for a change,” Mr. Wheeler says, not looking up from his newspaper.

Nancy moves over to the table, sitting down beside Max.

Before anybody can speak, the doorbell rings.

Mrs. Wheeler frowns a little as she moves to the front door. That she knew of, all the kids are already at her house, but her eyes widen considerably when she opens the door.

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler,” the figure says and Mrs. Wheeler’s mouth drops open a little. “Um, is Max here?” (Y/n) Mayfield rasps.

Mrs. Wheeler’s mouth closes with a clop and she nods. “Come on in,” Mrs. Wheeler says. Her eyes flicker to the girl’s shaved head, her thin frame, and muscular arms. “You’re welcome to breakfast,” the woman says kindly.

“Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler,” (Y/n) murmurs, following the woman through the house.

(Y/n) catches sight of the figure sitting at the table and almost doesn’t recognize her. Max was definitely older - her hair was longer, she seemed taller sitting in the seat, and she looked overly stressed. A pang shatters (Y/n)’s heart for a moment, wondering if her ‘death’ was still the cause of her sister’s stress.

“Max,” (Y/n)’s voice cracks without her consent, but her voice was loud enough that her sister heard.

When Max looks up, (Y/n) takes in the haunted look on her sister’s face.

Once again, a pain stabs at (Y/n)’s heart when her sister doesn’t seem to acknowledge her presence.

Max turns to Nancy, who was staring at (Y/n) with wide eyes.

“Are you seeing this?” Max asks Nancy, who nods.

With confirmation from the older girl, Max gets up from the table, rushing into her sister’s arms.

“How -” Max goes to ask, but she quiets when (Y/n) buries her face into the crook of her sister’s neck - Max a good three inches taller than (Y/n) now, most likely to (Y/n)’s malnutrition.

Wrapping her arms around her older sister’s body, Max, like everyone else who’d hugged (Y/n) - or seen her - takes note of her thinness. But (Y/n) doesn’t move, and Max softens even more when she feels something wet drip onto her neck, and both sisters know that it’s tears.

(Y/n) pulls back, her hands resting on Max’s forearms. “Is that my jacket?” she asks, gesturing to the teal fabric.

“I’m not giving it back,” Max replies and (Y/n) smiles waterily.

Mrs. Wheeler sets a plate of pancakes and bacon on the table, and Max forces her sister to sit down and eat.

(Y/n) looks up from her plate, looking at the drawings littering the table.

“Is this what you saw yesterday?” Nancy asks Max, whose gaze falls onto the drawings as well.

The redhead nods. “I mean, it’s supposed to be. I thought it would be easier to draw it out than to explain it, but . . . not so much.”

“Is that?” Nancy asks, pulling a drawing of two people with no eyes and their limbs bent the wrong ways.

“It was like they were on display or something,” Max replies, staring down at the drawings. “And then there was this red fog everywhere. It was like a dream. A nightmare.” Max glances up at (Y/n), the haunted look in her eyes returning.

“You think Vecna’s just trying to scare you?” Nancy asks and (Y/n)’s expression asks the question - Who is Vecna?

“With -?” Max pauses. “Yeah. But when I made it here . . .” Max gestures to her drawings. “I dunno, something was different. He seemed surprised, almost. Like he didn’t want me there.”

Dustin leans forward in his seat. “Maybe you infiltrated his mind,” Dustin offers. “He invaded your mind, right? Is it that big a leap to suggest you somehow wound up in his? Like Freddie Kruger’s boiler room.”

“Freddie Kruger?” Holly, Nancy’s younger sister, asks.

“He’s a super burned-up dude with razors for fingers,” Dustin explains and the girl’s eyebrow raises. “And he kills you in your dreams?”

“Seriously?” Nancy asks Dustin.

“He’s not real,” (Y/n) soothes, looking at the six-year-old. “It’s just a movie.”

“It’s not real,” Dustin repeats (Y/n). “Just . . . think about it,” he continues. “What if you somehow unlocked a backdoor to Vecna’s world?” (Y/n)’s appetite leaves her and she pushes the plate away. “Like, maybe the answer we’re looking for is somewhere in this incredibly vague drawing.”

(Y/n) quirks her head at the drawing, then she stands up, rounding the table to stand between Nancy and Dustin.

“God, we need Will,” Dustin says, looking at one of the drawings.

“No shit,” Max replies and (Y/n)’s eyes flick up to meet Max’s. “But I tried them again this morning, and it’s the same busy signal.”

(Y/n) takes what looks like a stained glass window drawing from Dustin. “Is this a window?” she asks.

Max blinks with surprise. “Yeah,” Max replies.

“Stained glass with roses,” (Y/n) taps the table trying to remember.

“Yeah. See?” Max glances over at Dustin. “I’m not so terrible after all.”

(Y/n) begins taking the drawings and folding them at. She takes a sharpie and begins to draw the outlines of the house.

“It’s pieces of a house,” Max realizes.

“Not just any house,” Nancy says, picking up

“The Creels?” (Y/n) tries. “Dude killed his wife and two kids after cutting out their eyeballs.”

“How do you know that?” Nancy asks.

“I was a Weekly Watcher fan,” (Y/n) replies. “I mean, not seriously.”

“You would get along well with Robin,” Nancy remarks, getting to her feet.

“Where are you going?” Dustin asks, his mouth full of pancake.

“To wake the others,” Nancy replies.

A minute later, the rest of the kids, Robin, and Steve run up the stairs. They stare, wide eyed at (Y/n), and she waves shyly, which was unlike her.

Steve grins, making his way over and hugging the girl.

“Hey, man,” (Y/n) smiles slightly, hugging the man.

As the kids are leaving the house, (Y/n) grabs another pancake and a piece of sausage, eating the pancake and sausage like a burrito.

Steve tilts his head at the girl.

“What?” (Y/n) asks, her mouth half full. “I’m starving.”

. . .

The car stops outside the Creel House and Max, Lucas, (Y/n), Dustin, Robin, Steve, and Nancy get out of the car.

There is a silence as the group stares at the house.

Max reaches over and takes her sister’s hand. (Y/n) jumps a little at the contact, but then she relaxes.

“Yeah, that’s not creepy,” Steve remarks, combing his hair out of his eyes.

Steve and (Y/n) use hammers to pry off the wood covering the door.

“What exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?” (Y/n) questions.

“We’re not sure,” Nancy admits. “We just know this house is important to Vecna.”

“Who is?” (Y/n) prompts.

“He’s from the -” Dustin begins.

“Upside Down,” (Y/n) replies. “I figured.”

“He hunts down teens who’ve faced trauma,” Dustin continues, grinning slightly at (Y/n)’s deadpan.

(Y/n) glances at her sister as she pulls out the last nail.

“Maybe the house holds a cue to where Vecna is. Why he’s back. Why he killed the Creels,” Dustin says.

“Or who he is,” (Y/n) reasons.“Finding out who he is might help us figure out the other questions.”

“I missed having our genius around,” Lucas says, nudging (Y/n) who smiles at the younger boy. “We don’t think he’s in here, do we?” Lucas asks.

“Guess we’ll find out,” Max replies.

(Y/n) and Nancy step back as the plywood hits the porch; all the kids flinch, stepping back.

Steve steps forward, rattling the doorknob. “It’s locked,” he says. “Should I knock, see if anybody’s home?”

“Dude, I doubt anybody’s home,” (Y/n) replies, crossing her arms over her chest.

“There’s no need,” Robin pipes up and (Y/n) glances over at the older girl. She lifts a brick and (Y/n) grins. “I found the key.”

The window shatters and glass rattles as it hits the floor.

Steve sticks his arm through the broken window, and reaches down, turning the knob.

The door screeches as it opens.

Steve is the first to enter the house, Nancy, Robin, and (Y/n) just behind him.

Max follows her sister closely, and when they enter the house where there’s more space, she hands (Y/n) a flashlight, then takes her hand.

(Y/n) squeezes her sister’s hand, and Max almost comments on how rough and calloused they are.

Lucas and Dustin follow the others into the house. Lucas moves over to one of the lamps and attempts to light it.

“Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill,” Lucas deadpans and (Y/n)’s lips twitch. She’d forgotten how nice it was to be around her friends. But that wasn’t true. She’d wished for the company of her friends, no, her family, for the last year.

The others turn on their flashlights, and Steve asks, “Where’d everyone get those?”

“Do you need to be told everything?” Dustin asks, turning to his friend. “You’re not a child,” Dustin says and (Y/n) chuckles.

“Thank you,” Steve replies, glancing at (Y/n) and then Dustin.

“Huh,” Dustin says, unslinging his backpack and handing it to Steve. “Back pocket.”

Steve takes the pack, pulls out a flashlight, and drops the backpack to the floor.

Nancy’s flashlight sweeps the room, “They just left everything.”

“I guess a triple homicide isn’t good for resale value,” Robin replies and (Y/n) laughs slightly.

“Hey, guys?” Max’s voice comes from the other side of the room. “You all see that, right?”

“Yeah,” Dustin replies.

“Yeah,” Steve answers.

(Y/n) stares up at the grandfather clock, her eyebrows furrowing.

“Is that what you saw?” Nancy questions Max. “In your visions?”

Max swallows thickly, and (Y/n) takes her sister’s hand.

“I mean, it’s . . . just a clock.” Robin meets (Y/n)’s gaze over Max’s shoulder. “Right?” Robin takes a step closer to the clock, looking at the dusty glass covering the clock piece and the hands. She uses a hand to wipe the glass, making a squeaking noise, and (Y/n) cringes at the noise. “Like a normal old clock.”

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?” Steve wonders aloud, staring at the ancient clock. “Maybe he’s like, a clockmaker or something?” Steve questions.

“I think you cracked the case, Steve,” Dustin says sarcastically.

“All I know,” Nancy says, and the others turn to her, “is that the answers are here. Somewhere.”

Max grips her sister’s hand tighter, and looks around.

“Okay, everyone stay in groups of two,” Nancy takes charge. “Robin, me and you, upstairs.

(Y/n) and Max pair up, leaving Lucas, Dustin, and Steve together.

. . .

Max’s tape deck is playing “Running Up That Hill” on a loop faintly in the background. The deck clicks off, and Max scrambles to reset the deck.

“I wish we had a longer loop,” (Y/n) says, Lucas having quietly and quickly filled her in on the details about Vecna and the song in the back of Nancy’s car.

“Forty-six minutes isn’t so bad,” Max replies, studying her sister. “I think there are bigger concerns.” She reaches over, her hands brushing through the buzzed hair. (Y/n) doesn’t say anything as the action seemed to calm Max. “Like, what if, by listening to this over and over again, I get sick of it, and suddenly it’s not my favorite anymore? Will it still work? Or will Kate Bush, like, lose her magic power or something?”

(Y/n) looks over at her sister. “Kate Bush could never,” (Y/n) replies, reaching out and taking Max’s hand.

“I forgot you were a Kate Bush fan,” Max says, smiling slightly.

“Even if I wasn’t before,” (Y/n) continues, meeting her sister’s gaze seriously, “I would damn be now. She saved your life. Besides, we’re hot on this creep’s trail. We’ll find Vecna before he can hurt you again.” (Y/n), trying to brighten her sister’s spirits, turns towards a piano. “Maybe if we hit a few keys in the right order, we’ll open a door to his secret layer.” (Y/n) plays a horribly out of tune cord, very different from her actual piano skills.

Max laughs, “You, (Y/n) Mayfield, are a dork.”

(Y/n) smiles wistfully. “I missed this.”

“What?” Max’s expression falls slightly.

“You. Our friends,” (Y/n) replies, but then she drives her feelings away. Her goal, as it always had been - and always will - would be to keep her sister safe.

A set of lights flickers, and (Y/n) pushes Max behind her. The wall sconce makes a slight thrumming noise.

“I promise I’m gonna stop asking this, but . . .” Max begins.

“Yeah, I can see it,” (Y/n) interrupts, knowing what her sister’s question was going to be.

Max moves out from behind (Y/n) reaching for the light, but as she goes to touch one of the shakes, the light flickers out. Max stares at the light before (Y/n) nudges her.

“Look,” she murmurs. Another light, outside in the main hall, had begun to flicker. (Y/n) swallows thickly and follows her sister out of the room, following the trail of flickering lights.

. . .

Night had fallen by the time (Y/n) and Max had rounded everyone else up, their flashlights shining through the dusty air of the house.

All of the kids are staring up at the chandelier in the middle of the room, pulsating with a yellow light.

“It’s like the Christmas lights,” (Y/n) murmurs.

“Christmas lights?” Robin asks questioningly.

“Yeah, when Will was in the Upside Down,” Nancy answers her girlfriend’s question, “the lights . . . came to life.”

“Vecna’s here,” Lucas murmurs, taking Max’s unoccupied hand - (Y/n) was grasping the other tightly. “In this house.” Dustin glances over at Lucas, nodding slightly. “Just on the other side.”

Suddenly, the light flickers out, leaving the group standing in a semicircle, the only light in the room coming from the flashlights in their hands.

“I think he just left the room,” Robin says, her voice quavering.

“D-did he h-hear us?” Max asks, pressing into her sister’s side, desperate for a reply - and comfort.

“Can he see us?” Steve adds with a frown.

“Headphones,” (Y/n) and Lucas say in unison.

“Wait, wait!” Nancy says quickly. “Everyone, turn off your flashlights and spread out.

The others - with no other ideas - follow Nancy’s words.

“We’re not going to be able to see if we -” Steve just sighs. “Jesus Christ.”

. . .

In the attic of the Creel House, all the flashlights’ bulbs shatter, chunks of glass flying up.

(Y/n) inhales sharply as a huge piece of glass imbeds itself into her cheek.

. . .

“Not to be a wimp,” Robin says, using a pair of tweezers to pull the chunk of glass out of (Y/n)’s cheek, “but can I sit in the car?” She glances over at her girlfriend in the driver’s seat. “‘Cause this is gonna totally and royally suck.”

“It’ll be -” Nancy pauses, “fine.”

“I can’t stand to see those dull eyes of Eddie’s break again,” Robin mutters, using some medical tape to secure some gauze onto (Y/n)’s cheek.

“At least he can drink himself into feeling better,” Steve manages, his mouth full of crackers.

“That’s what my mom does,” Max replies without thinking, and (Y/n) glances at her sister, her eyes wide with question.

“Why don’t we just give it a trial run?” Robin says, patting (Y/n)’s patched up cheek gently, before turning her attention to Nancy. “‘Hey, Eddie. Uh, good news first this time. We got you some Dustin-approved junk food and that six-pack you requested. Oh yeah, and we found Vecna. The only bad news is that he’s in that other, darker, much scarier dimension, and the gate’s closed, so we have now way of getting to him. He’s entirely shut off to us, so basically, you’re screwed.’”

Nancy glances over at Robin, finding the rambling really cute, but she has no idea what to say in reply.

But Robin just continues, “‘And, no, I know you were already screwed, but now you’re doubly, triply screwed.’”

“Ey, Rob,” (Y/n) interrupts her friend. “Maybe we don’t put it like that.”

“We’re one step closer to finding Vecna,” Nancy scrambles for a positive. “That’s what we say. That’s what’s important.”

“See, Robin?” Steve asks his friend. “Positive spin can make all the difference.”

“Uh-huh,” Robin rolls her eyes.

“Shit,” Nancy says, staring at the roadblock.

Word Count: 3169 words

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[loverforfanfiction]

Nope-stranger things oneshot

Summary: you watch el breakup with mike

Strangerthings x gn reader

El,max, and you have been at the mall all day trying to get her mind of mike and max and you think your doing pretty good job ..... till you saw lucas,Mike and your boyfriend will you all stopped at a hault and mike tried to come up with a excuse " I'm here to b-buy a gift for my grandma and you but i-its hard to find stuff with three dollars i-" save it mike eleven spoke up "you lie... I.dump.your.ass" and max did the same with Lucas "were done too" max said and now everyone was looking at you. they thought you would break up with will, you saw the look of fear on wills face "wow ok im all for yall you know but I'm sorry I can't break up with will... I love him so nope sorry" you said as you stared at the girls to make sure they were OK, " we understand will isn't a asshole like the other 2 so yea don't breakup with him" and with that it was your mission to get the party back together........

#stranger things x trans reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x black!reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x black reader #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things x gn reader #stranger things x gender neutral reader #eleven x female reader #eleven x reader #mike x reader #will byers x male!reader #will byers x reader #will byers x fem!reader #will x reader #max mayfield #max mayfield x female reader #max mayfield x reader #lucas x reader #lucas sinclair x reader

[qtssvnwoo]

Eleven (Jane) Hopper headcanon's for seeing you as an older sister/motherly Figure!!

request: could you write headcanons about Eleven/Jane Hopper seeing you as an older sister/mother and what that entails (im sorry this is worded very poorly)

- your friendly neighborhood homosexual

Of course bae! here you go:

You guys don't know how much I love El but anyways,

Eleven would 100% confide in you for absolutely everything. It could be simple things like certain words she might not understand, or it could be bigger things like her feelings or her relationship with Mike.

She would find so much comfort in you, not having a big sister/motherly figure in her life was really hard for her so naturally it would be a breath of fresh air for her.

I could see you two going on ice cream hang outs and El just totally gushing about Mike. And you just smiling to yourself and listening to her because you love seeing her happy.

I can see El being super interested in SO MANY THINGS! One of these things could be books. So you would read to her your favorite stories at night.

Braiding El's hair while listening to and answering her many many questions.

And also shopping with El to try and help her find a style

El would love to spend time with you, and she would bring you absolutely everywhere because she wants to experience it with her.

El seeing you as an older sister/motherly figure would entail that she's super protective of you. She would do absolutely anything to protect you.

And you would do the same, always protecting El from things. whether they be super huge and dangerous things or just small things, you would always be there to protect her.

You would totally be "over protective older sister." Protecting El from bullies and making sure they don't mess with her.

It would be a super fun friendship, and El would just love spending time with you.

Remember how I said she would confide in you? She would also seek comfort in you.

You would let her cry into your chest and you would just hold her while rubbing her head and whispering that it would be okay.

And Eleven would be so grateful, she never got such reassurance so its something new and something she wouldn't trade the world for.

I fell like, eventually, Eleven would gain more confidence because you showed her how to be confident in her skin.

I can also see you dancing with each other while in the kitchen at like four am.

Speaking of kitchen, you and El would bake...A LOT

I see you teaching El how to make cookies or brownies and her just totally destroying your kitchen the first time, but after few more times she would get the hang of it.

If the party was hanging out, El would call you and ask you to pick her up from Mike's house because she wants to tell you what happened while she was hanging out with Mike.

Over all, Eleven would confide in you, and trust you with absolutely everything, and look to you for advice for everything.

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[luv-tiffanyblue]

Youngest Generation of Hawkins pt. 2

This is the generation of new hope after the current one passes due to their creativity and youthfulness. Not to mention the phases and personality changes before they grow up. Aka, the children/pre-teens of Hawkins.

Eleven “Jane” Hopper

"I saw her earlier. She was laying down in a green field with flowers without a care in a world."- Eleven Hopper

Age: 12-14 as of season 4

Relation: Jim Hopper (Dad) & Byers family

Occupation: high school student

Fun fact: Even though, she appreciates the adults buying her clothes, she prefers Max’s and (Y/n)’s fashion advice as they know what’s in and what’s not in. However, when it comes to events, she likes to go to (Y/n) as she has experience of what to wear to those things.

Maxine “Max” Mayfield

"I've met her once and that was when she rejected my brother after calling him a fine piece of ass then went to your friend over there who literally grabbed her. One of the best, but worse things I've ever since to my brother."-Max Mayfield

Age: 12-14 as of season 4

Relation: Billy Hargrove (stepbrother)

Occupation: High school student

Fun fact: she considers (Y/n) to be one of the cooler older people as she had rejected her stepbrothers advances (which is rare to see) and gives her advice when she needs it. She also thinks (Y/n) would and could do better than Billy which she did.

Youngest Generation of Hawkins pt. 1 🎞 Masterlist 🎞 Film Pack 1

A/n: I only tagged their character names, I don’t tag them with x reader since they’re not the main pairing!

Disclaimer: ©luv-tiffanyblue 2022 rights reserved-please do not repost/translate/modify/copy my work on other platforms unless changed in rules! Please look at my info about my other writing platforms!

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Stranger things Masterlist

Mike Wheeler

nothing yet

Nancy wheeler

nothing yet

Steve Harrington 

nothing yet

will byers

nothing yet

Eleven

nothing yet

Lucas 

nothing yet

Max Mayfield

Nothing yet

Billy Hargrove

Nothing yet

Robin Buckley

Nothing yet

Eddie Munson

Nothing yet

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[munsons-melody]

this is so eddie coded

#eddie munson #stranger things #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eleven #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #munsons-melody #nancy wheeler #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff

[fillinforlater]

Series Masterlist

The is the part of my Masterlist with every series and it's chapters/parts/adventures. It starts off with my biggest series', further down you find my CYOAs and Quickie series'. I hope you enjoy!

All fics that are not part of a series are either in my One-Shot Masterlist or in my IZ*ONE Masterlist!

ONE-SHOT MASTERLIST HERE

IZ*ONE MASTERLIST HERE

Stats: 13 Series with 73 fics, 6 Active Series'

Original Series: Spaceship: Horizon

Season 1

Prologue - Welcome aboard, human (setup, no smut)

Part 1 - Unexpected (ft. Hitomi of IZ*ONE)

Part 2 - Cumming Home (ft. Mina of TWICE)

Part 3 - Lawless (ft. SinB and Eunha of GFRIEND)

Interlude - Lucid Dream I (ft. Giselle of aespa)

Part 4 - Healing ft. (JiU of Dreamcatcher)

Part 5 - Lazy but Laid (ft. Luda of WJSN)

Season Finale - The Star in Space (ft. Sakura of IZ*ONE)

Season 2

Prologue - Ominous Oracle (no smut)

Part 6 - The Smart Duck (ft. Yena of IZ*ONE)

Part 7 - Not-So-Cute (ft. Jiheon of fromis_9)

Part 8 - Plank (ft. Heejin of LOONA)

Interlude - Lucid Dream II (ft. futa!Karina of aespa)

Part 9 - Critical Clamps (ft. Yeri of Red Velvet)

Part 10 - A Train to Drain (ft. 7 Idols of 7 groups)

Season Finale - How did we get here? (ft. Sakura and Yena)

indefinite hiatus

+

Eleven to One-Universe (with @sooyadelicacies)

Yujin - Impossible Taming (Smut Timeline 1)

Yujin - Mandatory Lesson (Smut Timeline 2)

Yujin - Torrential Takeover (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 3)

Yujin - Easily Tempted (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 4)

Yujin - Into the Next (ft. Eunbi) (Smut Timeline 5)

Yujin - Costly Consequences (Smut Timeline 6) 

Minju - Punitive Punishment (ft. Yujin) (Smut Timeline 7)

Hyewon - Boundless Breeding (Smut Timeline 8) 

Yujin - Award Show Vibrations (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 9)

Minju - Fine Feet (Smut Timeline 10)

Eunbi - Fulfilling Filling (ft. Hyewon) (Smut Timeline 11)

Yujin - Needy Bold Confession (Smut Timeline 12)

Chaewon - Hate You Lots (ft. Yujin, Minju) (Smut Timeline 13)

Chaewon - What's to Hate? (ft. Minju, Yujin) (Smut Timeline 14)

Yujin - Scandalous Shooting (Smut Timeline 15)

Yena - Pet Play (Smut Timeline 16)

Chaewon - Smart Submission (ft. Minju) (Smut Timeline 17)

Yujin - Hotel Roommating (ft. Yena, Minju, Chaewon) (Smut Timeline 18)

to be continued

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Original Series: T[w]o find each other (Idol x Idol)

Part 1 - [The one] who won[?] (ft.Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun, futa!Dayeon)

Part 2 - [These] two [won] too (ft. IVE and Kep1er, futa!) 

Part 3 - T[w]o find love, [never three] (ft. Gaeul, futa!Chaehyun)

finished

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Original Series: Classmating

Minju - Classmating (Part 1)

Minju - Cumforting (Part 2)

--Minju - Cumpany (Part 3) (in planning)

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Original Series: L4

Part 1 - Loathing Love: Lucky Loser (ft. Hyewon & Eunbi)

Part 2 - Loathing Love: Liable Lady (ft. Eunbi & Hyewon)

Part 3 - Loathing Love: Lusty Loop (ft. Hyewon & Yuri)

Part 4 - Loathing Love: Lavish Lies (ft. Eunbi, Hyewon & Yuri)

finished

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Original Series: Blonde (Female Reader)

Gaeul - Chapter I

Gaeul - Chapter II

Gaeul - Chapter III

indefinite hiatus

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Original Series: On her (with @sooyadelicacies)

Part 1 - On her knees (ft. Xiaoting of Kep1er, Monday of Weeekly)

Part 2 - On her bottom Part 1 (ft. Miyeon of (G)I-DLE)

Part 3 - On her bottom Part 2 (ft. Kazuha of LE SSERAFIM)

Part 4 - On her stage (ft. Jennie of BLACKPINK) (Quickie)

Part 5 - On her paws (ft. Hyunjin of LOONA) (Quickie)

Part 6 - On her back (ft. Irene of Red Velvet)

Part 7 - On her jeans (Part 1 of 3) (ft. Minji of NewJeans)

Part 8 - On her jeans (Part 2 of 3) (ft. Minji & Hanni of NewJeans)

Part 9 - On her jeans (Part 3 of 3) (ft. ???)

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Original Series: My Kinky Wife & Her Crazy Bandmates

Part 1 - ----FRAGILE (ft. Chaewon)

Part 2 - FEAR---- (ft. Yunjin)

indefinite hiatus

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Original Series: HCHQ (futa!idols)

Part 1 - Double Team (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha)

Part 2 - tripleD (ft. Yunjin, Kazuha, Gaeul)

--Part 3 - ??? (in planning)

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Original Series: Possession of the Queen (Female Reader)

Doyeon - Chapter I 

Doyeon - Chapter II

--Doyeon - Chapter III (in planning, finale)

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Quickie Series: A member for the members (Idol x Idol) (with focus on futa!Sohyun)

Prelude - An unexpected D-Day (ft. Mashiro of Kep1er)

Part 1 - Expect the Unexpected (ft. Nien of tripleS)

--Part 2 - Expectations were Met (ft. Yooyeon of tripleS)

--Part 3 - Unexpected, but welcome (ft. xxx of tripleS)

--Finale - An expected D-Day (ft. xxx of tripleS)

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Quickie Series: Phone 

Part 1 - Snake Invasion (ft. Sana of TWICE)

Part 2 - Bunny Upside Down (ft. Nayeon of TWICE)

Part 3 - Angel of Infinity +0 (ft. Minju of IZ*ONE)

Part 4 - Angel of Infinity +1 (ft. Minju and Tzuyu)

Part 5 - Angel of Infinity +2 (ft. Minju, Yiren and Tzuyu)

Part 6 - Energy Restored (ft. Jeongyeon of TWICE)

Part 7 - No Manners (ft. Lia of ITZY)

Part 8 - Return of the Angel +1 (ft. Minju and Shuhua)

Part 9 - Return of the Angel +2 (ft. Minju, Bomi and Shuhua)

Part 10 - Return of the Angel +3 (ft. Minju, Shuhua, Eunha and SinB)

indefinite hiatus

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Quickie: 1st Chose-Your-Own-Adventure (CYOA)

Start - Double Stacked (ft. Rei of IVE & Chaehyun of Kep1er)

Option 1 - Double Stacked - One More (ft. Chaehyun) 

Option 2 - Double Stacked - I’m spent (ft. futa!Rei) 

finished

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#Masterlist #smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #male reader insert #male reader smut #female reader insert #female reader smut #izone smut #ive smut #eleven to one universe #spaceship horizon #twice smut #kpop fanfic #idol x idol smut #idol x reader smut

[strangermarvelss]

positive- e.m

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Hopper!AFAB!Reader

Summary: you find out you’re pregnant with eddie’s baby

Warnings: ANGST, hopper being angry, eddie being a dingus, crying, fighting, mentions of abortion, cursing, fluff, happy ending

Request?: Yes

Reader is hoppers daughter, and finds out she’s pregnant. I want so much angst my heart breaks

I’d love some kind of angst situation between hopper daughter reader, hopper and Eddie. Really open to anything, if you could include El too that would be great. Like reader and her get into an argument or something about Eddie and then that leads to hopper finding out reader is dating Eddie. Then more angst lol 

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: this is the first fic in the collab sleepover i’m doing and ooh it’s exciting! also this may be a hopper afab reader, but i didn’t include any details about race or anything particular, so it could be read as an adoptive hopper daughter as well, i just don’t mention that in the fic. enjoy! -sava

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Positive. Fucking positive.

You throw the test against the bathroom wall, a frustrated groan escaping your lips. The past year of your life had been amazing and you thought things couldn’t get any better, and that was correct. The universe saw your happiness and decided to knock you down a peg, only this was a very big peg.

You’ve managed to keep your relationship with Hawkin’s resident metalhead, Eddie Munson, a secret for a little over year now, with only a selected few knowing. The main reason you kept it a secret was due to word traveling fast in this town, and your father being police chief Jim Hopper doesn’t help. One wrong move and the two of you would be busted, and you didn’t even want to think about what your father would do if he found out. 

Although it was going to be hard hiding a baby bump for a whole nine months. Then hide the actual baby.

You felt tears pricking behind your eyes, the frustration becoming overwhelming as your mind becomes full of hundreds of scenarios that could happen. You feel a few tears trickle down your cheeks as you hug your knees close to your chest. Your dad was going to kill you or Eddie, or even both of you, and that was the last thing you wanted, especially if you didn’t get to tell Eddie about the unexpected news.

Eddie’s reaction was another you were worried about. The two of you never talked about the possibility of kids, considering you were both so young and the relationship was still being built up, even a little over a year later. Plus, you were barely out of high school and Eddie is about to start his second repeat of his senior year, so the two of you were not mature enough to raise a child, especially with Eddie’s dreams of making it big and escaping Hawkins once and for all.

“Y/N? Are you almost done? I have to use the restroom,” Your sister, El calls out from behind the door. Before you have a chance to answer, she opens the door and you let out a grunt.

“El what the fuck!” You yell out, standing up and running to where you threw the test, quickly hiding it behind your back. Her eye flicker down to your hands before looking at your eyes again.

“What is that?” She asks, pointing to behind you.

“Nothing,” you shrug. You try your best to keep a neutral face, but you know you can’t keep things from your sister. Your heart rate begins to quicken, scared of how this is all going to play out.

“Siblings don’t lie,” she tells you simply, giving you a knowing look. You roll your eyes and go to move past her, trying to get to your bedroom before she can question you further.

“That bullshit line might work on your friends, but it won’t work on me, El. Just let it go,” you tell her, turning the knob to your door, but before you can walk in she uses her powers to shut it on you. You turn to her with a glare and cross your arms. 

“Please talk with me. Maybe…maybe I can help?” She asks, her features soft as she takes a step closer to you.

“El, please, can we talk about it later? I don’t need Dad hearing this conversation.”

“Why not?” Hopper asks, his figure frozen in the door way. You both turn your heads towards the door, not having heard the door even open. You slowly blink at him, feeling as if your eyes were playing tricks on you. This cannot be happening right now.

“Y/N is hiding something from me! And she looks upset so I just want to help,” El explains to him. You run your free hand over your face, a groan leaving your lips.

“Y/N? What are you hiding? You can tell us anything, you know that right?” Your father questions, taking more steps inside the cabin and closing the door behind him.

“Yeah well, not everything,” you mumble under your breath. Your father’s eyebrows shoot up in a concerned expression.

Suddenly, you watch El sneakily go behind you and grab the used test from your hands, your throat letting out a loud scream and attempt to grab it back from her, only for your father to grab it from her and hold it above his head for a moment.

You’re absolutely fucked.

He lowers the test to eye level and examines it, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he looks up at you. You quickly look to the floor, not wanting to be the subject of your father’s intense gaze. 

“Y/N…why the fuck do you have a positive pregnancy test?” He asks, his voice low but calm, which was scarier than his yelling voice at times. Your lips are tightly pressed together, unable to form a coherent sentence to answer him.

“What does that mean? Did you pass the test?” El questions unknowingly. Part of you wanted to laugh at her question, knowing she genuinely was curious as she’s never encountered a situation like this before. You peer up at your father, his face twisted in rage, sending an unsettling feeling to the pit of your stomach.

“El, go to your room...now. Y/N, answer the goddamn question,” he demands. You watch El scurry off to her room, leaving the door open three inches as she always did.

“The test…it’s mine,” you whisper out, but loud enough for him to hear. Looking at him, you watch as he turns to the wall closest to him and slams his fist against it. Flinching, you feel yourself leaning against the door, cowering a little. 

You loved your relationship with your father, the two of you always being close since you can remember. But he was strict, and you knew it was because he cared about you. Most of his rules were obtainable, but you found it unfair that El was allowed to have a boyfriend, even if your father hated him, and be out in the open with that relationship. Whereas you were not allowed the same luxury.

“How could you be so reckless?! You know you’re not even allowed to date, I assumed you knew that applied to sex as well! Like seriously, Y/N did you even think this through?” He screamed. You felt the tears begin to fall again, unable to keep the eye contact with him. “Who is this punk? I need to go set him straight.”

“No! Dad, I haven’t even told him yet, please just calm down,” you plead, walking forward towards him. Your face was full of sadness as you looked at him, but the only thing you could focus on was the disappointment etched within this face.

“Absolutely not. You’ve lost my trust and now you’re not going anywhere for the foreseeable future, I’ll make sure of it,” he yells, his face dangerously close to yours. Tears continue to roll down your face as anger bubbles in your chest.

“You’re being so unfair right now! How come its okay for El to be with Mike all the time, but I even think about having a boyfriend, and it’s the biggest crime in the world? It’s such a double standard!” You yell back. His face contorts into a surprised expression, which you were surprised about as well. You weren’t big on fighting him back on things, but this was scaring the shit out of you, and his reaction wasn’t helping the matter. 

“Yeah? Well El isn’t out there having sex! Hell, I didn’t think you were either, but I guess I was wrong,” he huffs. He wipes his hand across his face and lets out a long sigh. “I just don’t understand how you could be so stupid.”

Your lip begins to wobble as you look to the floor once more, this words cutting deep. You hated being on his bad side, and having him insult you for a mistake just made you feel worse. You scurry across the room and grab your car keys from the table beside your father’s chair and make a quick escape, running to your car and opening the driver’s door.

“No, no, no! Where the hell are you going?!” Hopper shouts from the doorway. You wipe away your tears that had puddled on your cheeks, looking at him.

“I’m sorry you hate me dad, but I have to go tell the father. He deserves to know before I’m never seen by the world again.”

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Your knuckles knock against the door to Eddie’s trailer, your hands beginning to shake. Comfort was the only thing you wanted most in the world right now, your life doing a complete 180 turn just by taking a simple test. Eddie may have a tough exterior demeanor he puts on for the rest of the town, but he was a sweetheart deep down, a side of him you loved being able to see. He was a safe haven that you never knew you could need.

Eddie comes into view as the door opens, his smile stretching across his face as his eyes meet yours. You look at him with a worried expression, still visibly shaking, which he is quick to notice. He approaches you and immediately wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to his body and he rubs his hands against your arms.

“Is everything alright, sweetheart?” Eddie asks as he motions you inside. You walk through the door of the trailer and into the living area, sitting on the couch as your leg bounces. Eddie swoops in and sits next to you, his hand interlocking with yours and rubbing small circles against the back of your hand. You look over at him with doe eyes, fear banging around your chest.

“M-my dad knows. About u-us,” you let out, your hand gesturing between the two of you. His eyes go wide, fear written across the once smiling face. 

“I’m sorry…what?” He asks you. His thumb was still rubbing small circles on your hand, which was starting to ease your worries, but not entirely. You simply nod at him, looking down to advert his gaze as you let out a long sigh. “H-how’d he find out?”

“He found my pregnancy test,” you mumble, your eyes glued to the floor. Eddie’s movements against your hand come to a halt, his hand dropping from your own, making you look up at his eyes, which are wider than they were before, his jaw hung open. 

Your throat became dry all of a sudden, the silence in the room becoming suffocating. Eddie’s eyes were locked on yours, searching for any indicator that you were joking, just fucking around and pulling his leg. You let a tear slip past the dam that had built up, shaking your head as you bury your head in your hands.

“How the hell did this happen?” Eddie finally manages to let out.

“Believe it or not Eds, the pull out method doesn’t always work,” you chuckle out, a pathetic attempt to ease the tension that lurked in the air, but you’re only met with an unamused glare from your boyfriend.

“This isn’t funny, Y/N,” he says, rising from the couch and beginning to pace in the living room. You try to hide the hurt that hits your chest at his tone when saying your name and the lack of pet name accompanying his words, shaking it out a bit. “What the fuck are we going to do? I’m not ready to be someone’s fucking father! Jesus H. Christ, I should’ve had condoms on hand at all times.”

“I don’t know, Eds. I’m j-just really fucking scared,” you tell him honestly. He shoots you a knowing look, his face emotionless.

“Yeah no shit, me too,” he stops his motions, snapping his fingers as the lightbulb above his head goes off. “W-what if you got an abortion?”

Your eyebrows raise as you look at him, shocked that it was his first suggestion. You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind, but this information was still new, you wanted to try and talk with Eddie to see what the two of you could do about this situation before thinking of that. It was really just a last resort for you.

“I-I don’t think I want that,” you answer simply. He lets out a groan and runs his hands over his face, turning away from you and hunching a bit.

“Then what the fuck do you want to do then, Y/N? We’re not ready to be parents! Shit, I’m still in goddamn high school! I can’t even think about a baby right now, plus you know about my plans to get out of this fuckin’ town-“

“Yeah Eddie, I’m fully aware of your plans. I had plans too but accidents like this happen,” you yell out. He turns back to look at you, surprised by the sudden change in tone. “I get that you’re not ready to be a parent, and I’m not either, but we’re both to blame for this shit, okay? Don’t try and put this all on me,” you stand from your seat and point a finger into his chest. He smacks it away and lets out another frustrated groan. 

“I’m not putting it all on you! You’re the one who doesn’t know if they want an abortion, so I’m out of options here. I told you I don’t want to be a dad now, so I’m done!” He all but screams. You take a step back from him, shock seeping into your bones as you look at him with wide eyes.

“What do you mean ‘you’re done’?” You ask him. He shakes his head and chuckles maliciously for a second before turning to you once more.

“It means I’m done with this conversation. I’ve shared my peace, so do what you want. It’s not like I have a real say anyway,” he responds. You feel your heartstrings tug tightly, pain surging throughout your chest as you let out a deep sigh, fighting to keep any more tears from falling. 

Eddie’s figure retreats into his room, slamming the door closed and quickly puts on his stereo, the volume booming and shaking the entire trailer. You hold yourself in your position for a moment, your face crumpling into a sad expression now that your boyfriend, if you should still call him that, was out of eyesight. 

You will yourself to walk towards the door of his trailer and down the steps, opening your car door once more and hopping inside. You weren’t sure where you’d end up going, with the two places you felt safest and loved most tumbling down all because of an accident you didn’t mean to happen. Turning on the engine, you back out of your parking spot and drive towards the exit of the Forrest Hills trailer park, unsure of your next destination.

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The suns seeping in through the cheap motel blinds pulls you from your sleep, sitting up on the bed and stretching your arms with a yawn. You decided to not bother anyone else you were close to with the news of your unplanned pregnancy, having already severed ties with the two men in your life you loved most and not wanting to break anymore relationships. You were able to pay for a night’s stay at a motel on the outskirts of Hawkins with the money you kept on you for emergencies, now regretting that as you’d need as much money as you could get your hands on to raise a child, or an out of state stay for an abortion procedure, if it came down to it.

You quickly get dressed back in your pants from yesterday, having slept in only your shirt and underwear. You grab what little belongings you had with you and exit the room, returning the key to the front desk worker who helped you last night. 

The drive back to the cabin felt shorter than it was, your mind thinking back on the events that transpired the day before and the pang of sadness flooding your system returning the closer you got back to your home. You’re not sure what’s going to happen when you walk through the door, but hopefully gathering your belongings wouldn’t cause too much damage.

Parking the car, you’re surprised to see the police vehicle still sitting in front of the cabin, making your nerves worsen as you approach the steps. Turning the knob, you walk inside and see Hopper sitting across from El, who has a blindfold on and sitting with her legs crossed on the floor. Your father turns to you and lets out a huff, tapping El on the knee to tell her to stop her motions. She removes her blindfold and her face lights up at the sight of you, making you feel a bit better about the situation.

“Hi,” you let out, a small wave accompanying your words. El waves back to you and stands, running over and wrapping her arms around you. You return the gesture and cross your arms around her shoulders, resting your chin on top of her head. 

“Where were you last night kid?” Your father asks, now standing with his arms crossed on the other side of the room. You retreat from El and cross your arms as well, looking to the floor to avoid his disappointed gaze. 

“I slept at a motel, but it seems you might've figured that out,” you reply as you gesture to El, who has a nervous smile on her face after being called out for using her powers. You feel El’s hand rub your back softly, sending her a slight smile before peering up to your father’s eyes. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” he tells you simply. 

“Felt like I did.”

“Just because I’m upset about what happened, doesn’t mean I don’t love you and don't want you at home, where it is safe. I was just…shocked to hear it all at once. You’re dating, having…intercourse, and now having a baby? It was a lot to take in yesterday, and my temper got the best of me. I didn’t mean to scare you off,” he explains to you. Your face softens as you listen to him, the sadness from yesterday beginning to feel slightly better. 

“Thanks Dad,” you say. You walk closer to him and wrap your arms around his torso, burying your head in his chest. He snakes his arms around your shoulders and kisses the top of your head. You feel a surge of emotions rush throughout your system. “I’m really scared.”

“I know, I know kiddo. But El and I will be here for you, whatever you want to do, okay?” he pulls back a little and looks you in the eyes. He wipes your tears away with his hand and you smile. El comes by you guys and joins your hug, sending you into a fit of giggles as you all embrace each other.

The three of you hang out for the rest of the day, talking about your options and later playing card games to help distract you from the whole scenario. Your father asked about the father once again, but when he saw your expression and change in body language when bringing it up, he didn’t harp on the matter any further. 

After retreating off to your own room, you put on a cassette tape in your room on a low volume before sitting on your bed, the door open three inches like your father always requests. You pull open a notepad and begin making a list of pros and cons of your options regarding the child growing inside you currently, trying to think quickly on a definitive decision on this life changing situation you’ve been dealt.

A light tapping sound pulls you from your motions, looking outside your bedroom window to see the silhouette of Eddie waving his hand timidly. You roll your eyes and go back to your list, only to be met with more intense tapping. You toss the list aside and go over to your window, lifting it enough to see him in the light of your bedroom.

“What do you want Eddie?” You ask him, crossing your arms. He lets out a sigh and points to inside your room, making you shake your head. “He’s home, so that definitely wouldn’t be the best idea. Considering our new predicament as well…”

“Fine, um…how about you meet me on your porch stairs?” He suggests, his eyes wide but soft as they look at you. You nod and shut the window, making an escape from your bedroom and walking past your dad in the living room, catching a glimpse of whatever show he was watching while lounging in his recliner. You open the front door and shut it quickly, seeing Eddie’s figure dash from behind the cabin. You sit down on the steps and let out a sigh as he joins you.

“How are you? Everything going okay with you and, uh…it?” He questions, pointing towards your stomach. You roll your eyes once more and look towards him.

“Yep, as good as it can be,” you answer simply. You play with your hands and look down towards your feet, the insects around you filling the silence that began to loom about you two. 

“I’m really sorry about yesterday, Y/N,” he tells you, his voice coming out quiet and sincere. You look over at him with a sympathetic smile, his lips curving into one as well. “I was just so scared and I didn’t know how to let my feelings be known. A shit childhood can stunt you like, believe it or not.”

You giggle at his attempt to ease the tension, knowing that it can be difficult for him to express how he feels at moments. He’s never been given a chance to be treated right or brought up to know what’s good and bad, not until he was placed in Wayne’s care, but it’s hard to mold and condition a brain that’s nearly fully developed. 

“I get that, Eds, I do. But I was scared too. Got yelled at by my dad and embarrassed in front of El? It just felt really bad coming over to you for comfort but finding the exact opposite,” you explain to him. You watch him nod and reach out for you, closing the space between you and resting your head on his shoulder, his hand rubbing the arm snaked around you.

“I know baby, I really am sorry. If it helps, Wayne tore me a new one today after I explained it all to him. He really wasn’t happy with the way I treated you, which kinda helped me pull my head out of my ass and come here to apologize,” he reveals. You laugh and reach for his free hand, interlocking your fingers with his. 

“That kind of does help actually,” you tell him with a smile. His laugh causes his entire body to move, shaking you a bit as well. 

“So…how are things with your dad? He still upset?”

“He probably is, but we spent the day talking about what my options are, and he said he and El will be there for me no matter what I decide to do,” you answer him.

“Well you can add me to that list, sweetheart. I promise I’ll be on board with whatever you decide, and we’ll get through it together, alright?” He lifts you gently from his shoulder to look you in the eyes, his chocolatey orbs glistening in the moonlight. You nod your head softly and press your lips to his, inhaling the scent of his leather jacket and cigarette breath. 

“YOU NEVER TOLD ME THE FATHER WAS THE FUCKING MUNSON KID!” Your father shouts from the door way. The two of you pull away from one another with wide eyes and Eddie all but jumps to his feet off the porch, making you giggle just a bit. 

“Hey Chief, hope you’re doing well. I really like your daughter sir, but I’m gonna-gonna go now. Love you Y/N, see ya later sweetheart!” He rushes out, sprinting towards his van as your father runs down the stairs in an attempt to catch him, all while you and El, who had been standing behind your dad, sit back on the porch laughing at the two boys.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x hopper!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things angst #stranger things fluff #jim hopper #eleven hopper #wayne munson #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #fluff #pregnancy fic #request #alohastyles-x and strangermarvelss sleepover

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shortie

summary: stranger things girls with a short gf!!

eleven/jane

never talks about it

it just doesn’t matter to her to her but either way she loves how short you are

loves hugging you, it’s like she’s keeping you safe

forehead kisses all the time

hates when you wear heels for some reason 😭 maybe bc she can’t walk in them 🙄🙄

“did you grow?”

“oh im just wearing heels, look.”

“🤨🙁”

max

always teasing about how she’s the tall one in the relationship

like full on giggling when you get mad

if anyone else does tho it’s instantly not funny to her LMAO

hug her from behind please she thinks it’s adorable

“how’s the weather down there?”

“i hate you.”

angela

literally so mean for what

teasing you 24/7 every hour of everyday

anyone else says something tho? she’s throwing threats bro stop her

buys you heels as gifts, leaves mean notes with a “love you <3” at the end to make it seem nice😭

“shortie” is your name to her atp

holds your hand because she claims you’ll “get lost” without her ☹️

robin

wants to carry you everywhere. like bae no we’re in the middle of class

acts like she’s so much taller than you like no you’re 4 inches taller 😭

loves short girls loves tall girls it doesn’t matter give her them all

no cause imagine her hands in her pocket and her leaning down to hear you akshsks

“hello my little lady :)”

LOVES hugging you she feels so protective

nance

uses your height against you 😭

“y/n your shorter than me.”

*hides things up high so you can’t reach*

“are you sure you can even reach up there?”

cups your face with her hands and just smiles

kisses your forehead a lot and she has to lean down to do so ☹️ <3

chrissy

so sweet

i love her

locks pinky’s with you so you don’t get lost

loves spooning you

wants to lay in your lap when she’s sad so she can look up at you

twirls you around like a princess :))

note: did i add angela? yes i did. did you all forgive and write fanfics for a racist? yes you did. please forgive my shawty bae she’s hot

#nancy wheeler x reader #nancy x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin x reader #stranger things 4 x reader #stranger things x reader #max x reader #max mayfield x reader #eleven x reader #jane hopper x reader #chrissy cunningham x y/n #chrissy x reader #Angela x reader

[thewidowsghost]

Five - Chapter 2

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Four Eggo waffles spring up from the toaster and Mike slides two of them into his pockets before moving to the table and wolfing down his Eggos.

“Slow down, Mike,” Nancy, Mike’s older sister, says. “That’s disgusting.”

Mike turns to his sister. “Do a lot of studying last night?” Mike questions.

“Yeah, actually, I did,” Nancy replies.

“What’s your test on?” Mike asks. “Human anatomy?”

Nancy kicks Mike under the chair, and Mike kicks her back.

After finishing breakfast, Mike makes his way down the stairs to the basement. He sits down in front of the fort, flipping up the blanket where he finds the two girls sitting. Eleven was playing with Mike’s walkie.

“Hey, you found my supercomm,” Mike says, smiling at the girl. “Pretty cool, huh? I talk to my friends with it. Mostly Lucas, ‘cause he lives so close. Signal’s pretty weak.”

Eleven looks up, meeting Mike’s gaze as he pulls the waffles out of his pocket. “I brought breakfast,” Mike holds out the waffles to the sisters. Eleven takes a chomp of her waffle and Five smiles slightly before taking a bite of her own. “So listen, this is gonna sound a little weird, but I just need you guys to go out there,” Mike says, pointing outside. “Then go to the front door and ring the doorbell. My mom will answer the door and you’ll tell her that you’re lost and that you guys need help. But whatever you do, you can’t tell her about last night, or that you know me. Understand? Really, it’s no big deal. We’ll just pretend to meet again. And my mom, she’ll know who to call.”

Five and Eleven exchange a look before Eleven shakes her head.

“No,” El says and Mike frowns in confusion.

“No?” Mike echoes.

“No,” Eleven repeats.

“No . . . you don’t want my mom to get help?” Mike questions. Both girls shake their heads. “You’re in trouble, aren’t you?” Mike asks.

There is a silence, and El looks off into the distance and a shiver runs down Five’s back.

“Who . . .” Mike begins, “Who are you in trouble with?”

“Bad,” El murmurs.

“Bad? Bad people?” Mike asks. Both Eleven and Five nod. “They want to hurt you?” Mike questions. “The bad people?”

Eleven lifts a hand, her index and middle fingers out straight, pointing at her temple and then at Five’s temple, and then at Mike.

“Understand?” El asks.

“Michael, where are you?” Mrs. Wheeler’s voice comes from the top of the stairs. “We’re going to be late. Let’s go!”

“A-all right, I-i’ll be right back. J-just stay here, okay? Stay here,” Mike says, dropping the sheet back in front of the girls’ faces.

Mike’s footsteps recede, Eleven and Five listening to his footsteps on the stairs.

El bites her tongue, looking down at the blanket over lap looking slightly disappointed.

Five’s expression softens; she wraps an arm around her sister’s shoulder, and El allows her head to fall on her sister’s shoulder.

. . .

“Will! Will Byers!” the volunteers shout as they walk over the rise.

“Hey! Anything?” Hopper jogs up to his fellow officers.

“Eh. You?” Officer Powell questions.

“Nothing but a dead phone,” Hopper replies.

“Joyce?” Callahan asks.

“About one step from falling off the edge,” Hopper says.

“She’s been a few steps for a while now, hasn’t she?” Powell asks.

“One kid’s dead; another one’s missing,” Hopper says, his eyebrows knitting in a tight frown. “Show a little class.” Hopper walks away, calling to the city volunteers. “All right. Come on, let’s go! We got a lot of ground to cover.”

“The chief and her, they’ve screwed before, huh?” Callahan asks.

Powell shakes his head in exasperation before he turns to walk away calling, “Will!”

. . .

“Oh, God, look,” Carol says, looking over at Jonathan, who was posting a flyer reading, “Have you seen me?” with Will’s portrait on it.

“Jeez, that’s depressing,” Steve Harrington says, resting a hand on his hip.

“Should we say something?” Nancy asks the group.

“I don’t think he speaks,” Carol replies.

“How much you wanna bet he killed him?” Tommy says, his lips twitching slightly.

“Shut up,” Steve says, smacking Tommy gently on the chest.

Nancy glances at Tommy before her gaze strays back to Jonathan. After a moment, Nancy walks over to Jonathan.

“Hey,” Nancy says not to startle Jonathan.

“Oh, hey,” the boy replies.

“I just . . . “ Nancy pauses, collecting her thoughts. “I wanted to say, you know, um . . . I’m sorry about everything.” Jonathan’s gaze clouds sadly for a moment before Nancy continues. “Everyone’s thinking about you.” Jonathan’s mouth twitches and his eyes gleam with disbelief. “It sucks,” Nancy goes on.

“Yeah,” Jonathan replies.

“I’m sure Will’s fine,” Nancy tells the boy. “He’s a smart kid.” The school bell rings over head and Nancy looks up. “I-I’ve got to go. I-I’ve got a test.”

Jonathan just nods as Nancy walks away. He gathers the remainder of his flyers before walking out the door of the school.

. . .

Mike rides his back out from behind the line of trees as his mother’s car drives by.

. . .

“Do you want anything to drink?” Mike asks the girls as they walk up the stairs. “We have OJ, skim milk . . . What else?”

Eleven walks into the living room and Five follows.

“Um, we have . . .” Mike tries to remember, but he turns around as the two girls move into the other room. “Oh, this is my living room,” Mike says, moving over to let his arms rest on top of his television. “It’s mostly just for watching TV. Nice, right?” Mike asks, tapping the top of the television with his fingers. “It’s a twenty-two inch. It’s like ten times bigger than Dustin’s.”

Eleven turns, walking over to the mantle to look at the photographs. She smiles slightly as she looks at a picture of Nancy. “Pretty,” she murmurs.

“I guess,” Mike replies, looking disgusted. “That’s my sister Nancy,” Mike says. “And that’s baby Holly,” he goes on as Eleven moves down through the pictures. “And those are my parents. What are your parents like?” he asks Eleven, then turning to Five.

A confused look twists Eleven’s face but Five just looks wistful.

“Do they live close?” Mike goes on, seemingly not comprehending the expressions on the gir’s faces.

Eleven moves away from the mantle, running her hand along the soft cloth of the reclining chair.

“That’s our La-Z-Boy,” Mike says. “It’s where my dad sleeps. You can try it if you want.” Eleven moves to sit down in the chair and Mike smiles encouragingly. “It’s fun,” the boy says. He leans down, placing a hand on the lever. Once Eleven is settled in the chair, he pulls the lever and the La-Z-Boy reclines, rocking slightly.

“Can I get some water?” Five asks and Mike’s eyes widen slightly with surprise - he hadn’t heard Five speak before.

The boy nods, then tells Five where the cups are in the kitchen.

Eleven shifts slightly in the chair when she cannot see her sister anymore.

. . .

In Mike’s room an hour later, Five is sitting on the floor, nursing her second glass of water.

Eleven moves over to Mike’s dresser, studying the photos and trophies.

“Oh, these are all my science fair trophies,” Mike says, standing up from his small card table to stand beside Eleven. “We got first every year. Except for last year when we got third,” Eleven’s gaze strays from the largest trophy to the picture of four boys and her eyes widen slightly as it falls on the boy second from the left. Eleven’s slight smile slides off her face and she points at Will Byers in the photo.

“You know Will?” Mike asks.

Five looks up at the name, feeling as though she’d heard it before, and not last night, but sometime in her past.

“Did you see him? Last night? On the road?” Mike bombards El with questions.

Mike pauses at the sounds of brakes squealing. Mike runs to the window, seeing his mother’s car pull up into the driveway.

“We’ve got to go?” Mike says, taking Eleven’s hand and leaving Five to closely follow.

Mrs. Wheeler enters the house, Holly propped on her hip as the three children are heading down the stairs.

At the sight of his mother, Mike urges the girls back up the stairs and into his room.

“Stay here,” Mike orders, nudging the girls into the closet and closing the door.

At the darkness of the closet, Eleven’s breathing increases and Five wraps her sister in a hug, both girls sliding down to sit on the floor of the closet.

“I’m here,” Five murmurs.

Eleven clings to the words, her face pressing into Five’s shoulder. Tears stream down Eleven’s face and Five holds her sister close to her.

. . .

“Eleven? Five?” Mike closes the door to his room and rushing for the closet. “Is everything okay?” He opens the door to find El’s face wet with tears and clinging to her sister’s shirt.

El removes her face from the crook of Five’s shoulder and nods.

“Are you sure?” the boy asks and Eleven nods.

. . .

The door to Mike’s room closes, and Dustin and Lucas look over at the two girls - Eleven sitting on the bed, wrapped up in one of Mike’s blankets, and FIve, who is sitting below her sister on the floor, nursing her glass of water once again.

“Are you out of your mind?” Lucas asks Mike.

“Just listen to me,” Mike replies.

“You are out of your mind!” Lucas says again, this time, however, it wasn’t a question.

“They know about Will,” Mike says.

“What do you mean, they know about Will?” Dustin asks, and Mike steps forward, picking up the photo that Eleven had seen. “El pointed at him, at his picture. She knew he was missing. I could tell.”

“You could tell?” Lucas questions, Dustin’s gaze straying over to the girls.

“Just think about it,” Mike begins. “Do you really think it was a coincidence that we found them on Mirkwood, the same place where Will disappeared.”

“That is weird,” Dustin agrees.

“And they said that bad people were after them,” Mike goes on. “I think that these bad people are the same ones that took Will. I think she knows what happened to him.”

“Then why doesn’t one of them tell us?” Lucas asks, crossing his arms. Lucas glances over at the girls before he stalks over, towering over Five, who was still on the floor, and meeting Eleven’s gaze. “Do you know where he is?” Lucas asks. When neither of the girls respond, he reaches out, grabbing Eleven’s shoulder and shaking her violently. “Do you know where Will is?”

A terrified look spreads across Eleven’s face and Five stands up, forcing Lucas away from her.

“Stop it,” Mike says, “you’re scaring her!”

“She should be scared!” Lucas replies. “If you know where he is, tell us!” Eleven’s eyes water and FIve turns around, wrapping her sister in a warm, comforting hug. “This is nuts. We have to take her to your mom.

“No!” Mike replies. “Eleven said telling any adult would put us in danger.”

“What kind of danger?” Dustin asks, turning his attention back to Mike.

“Her name is Eleven?” Lucas asks, glancing over at the girls again and noticing the ‘011’ tattooed on Eleven’s arm, and the ‘005’ tattooed on Five’s.

“El for short,” Mike replies.

“Mike, what kind of danger?” Dustin questions again.

Mike raises his hand, leaving his index and middle fingers - as well as his thumb - extended, making the shape of a gun. He points first at Dustin, then himself, and then finally, Lucas.

Lucas smacks Mike’s hand. “No, no, no!” Lucas replies. “We’re going back to plan A. We’re telling your mom,” Lucas walks towards the door, opens it, but it slams shut, shaking the shelves around the room. He opens the door again, but once again, it slams shut.

“No,” Eleven replies, and, where Five had been standing, a Rottweiler snarls. Eleven rests her hand on the dog’s back, and she sits down, a growl rumbling in her throat.

The three boys stare at Eleven and Five, and after a moment, the Rottweiler’s head tilts, and Five shifts back into herself.

Both girls wipe the blood from below their noses.

. . .

Scott Clarke, one of the boys’ teachers blows his whistle, a few times.

“You got something?” Hopper asks, he, Powell, and Callaghan heading down the hill to where Scott is kneeling in front of a drainage pipe.

“Not sure,” Scott replies, holding two pieces that looked as though they had been torn off a hospital gown. “Maybe nothing.”

“No way a kid crawls through there,” Powell replies.

“If they’re scared enough, one might,” Hopper replies. “His brother said he was good at hiding.”

Standing up, he follows the length of the pipe up to the fence for Hawkins National Lab.

. . .

Eleven is fiddling with Mike’s super-comm again as the two girls are sitting down in the blanket fort.

“El? Five?” Mike descends the stairs carrying a tray with two plates of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn, as well as two glasses of milk.

Dustin and Lucas descend the stairs just after Mike, remaining farther away as Mike sets the tray down in front of the girls.

“No adults,” Mike says. “Just us and some dinner.”

“Thanks, Mike,” Five says, smiling slightly.

The boy blinks in reply, but then smiles as Five hands her sister a plate.

Eleven glances up at Dustin and Lucas.

“Don’t worry. They won’t tell anyone about you. They promise. Right?” Mike looks up at his friends for confirmation.

“We never would’ve upset you if we knew you had superpowers,” Dustin says and Five lets out a breath of laughter.

Dustin looks pleased with himself, but Mike reaches over, smacking his friend’s leg.

“What Dustin was trying to say is that they were just scared . . . earlier,” Mike goes on. “That’s all.”

“We just wanted to find our friend,” Lucas adds and Five’s expression softens.

“‘Friend’?” El echoes.

“Yeah, friend. Will?” Lucas offers.

“What is ‘friend’?” El asks.

“Is she serious?” Lucas questions and Dustin shrugs. “Um, a friend -”

“Is someone that you’d do anything for,” Mike interrupts.

“You lend them your cool stuff, like comic books and trading cards,” Dustin adds.

“And they never break a promise,” Mike chirps.

“Especially when there’s spit,” Lucas pipes up.

“Spit?” El echoes.

“Yeah,” Lucas replies, holding out his hand, spitting on it, and shaking Dustin’s hand. “A spit swear means . . . you never break your word. It’s a bond.”

“That’s super important,” Mike pipes up, “because friends . . . they tell each other things. Things that parents don’t know.”

Eleven is looking down, her gaze fixed on her lap before her gaze flicks up to meet Mike’s.

. . .

Eleven walks over to the card table, where the party’s game of Dungeons and Dragons sits on the table.

“El?” Five follows her sister, watching over her sister’s shoulder as Eleven rests her hands on the game board.

“What’s the weirdo doing?” Lucas whispers.

Closing her eyes, Eleven concentrates, and then picks up Will’s D&D figurine. She studies it closely before setting it aside. She uses her arms to a move all the other pieces out of the way before she grips the board, flipping it upside down. Eleven places Will’s figure on the upside down board.

“I don’t understand,” Mike says, looking confused, sitting down in a chair adjacent to Eleven’s.

“Hiding,” Eleven says softly.

“Will is hiding?” Mike asks.

Eleven nods.

Lucas and Dustin lean over Eleven’s shoulders, watching both Eleven and the figurine on the board carefully.

“From the bad men?” Mike questions and Eleven shakes her head. “Then from who?”

Eleven lifts another figure before placing it on the board with Will’s figure.

Five stares at the figure, her eyes widening slightly. “Demogorgon,” Five murmurs.

Word Count: 2763 words

Taglist:

@bennzzo​

@kqmui​

@fall-08​

@stardustmars0305

@etheriaaly

@yan-yans-addiction

#max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x fem reader #max mayfield x female reader #eleven x reader #eleven x female reader #eleven x fem reader #eleven x sister reader #el hopper x reader

[loverforfanfiction]

62 followers special

I still love all of you girls-stanger things

Summary-y/n writes letters to send to all her girl crushes before she moves...but what happens when her family decides to stay in Hawkins? [This is not from to all the boys I ever loved ps I still love this is its on series]

Stranger things x female reader

1.robin Buckley

2. Nacy wheeler

3.max Mayfield

4. Jane hopper

5.chrissy Cunningham

Warnings-reader will be a girl but you can think of it as a guy the reader will also be described as black but imagine your race also chrissy didn't die and they have all been in the show since season 1 reader is bi

Episode 1 letter 1

Y/n pov

1 week ago

As I'm writing down the last letter for my crushes I think about how I'm going to miss everyone in Hawkins but I wrote these letters so they know how I feel because I'll probably never see them again so here I am in my brother's room re reading each letter starting with Robin Buckley

Dear Robin I would like to say I like you alot but I don't know if you feel the same or if you even like girls but you are a amazing person always looking out for steve and the kids , you always put others before you and that's what made me fall for you u I didn't want to make this to long but I love you never forget that!

To Robin buckly

From y/n y/l/n

Huuum I actually did good even though I don't write may-"what are you doing y/n stop talking to your self" my brother said "oh shut up ... I'm going back to my room, bye loser" I say that as I hop out the bed and head back to my room but as I turn on the TV I think about how they will react to me confessing my love to all 5 of them

End of episode 1 letter 1

#stranger things x trans reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x black!reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x black reader #stranger things x plus size reader #robin x reader #robin x fem!reader #nancy x reader #nacy wheeler #chrissy cunningham x reader #chrissy cunningham x y/n #max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x female reader #jane hopper x reader #jane hopper x y/n #eleven x reader #eleven x female reader #Spotify

[buckets-and-trees]

Navy, Navy, Navy...

You dropped this man in my askbox at the beginning of the week, and I knew I knew him, but it took me a couple of days to figure out exactly which Steve he was...

And then I realized he's absolutely Buck's Eleven Steve...

Fandom: MCU Collection: Buck's Eleven Title: Bookings and Rings Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 650 

Summary: Our first glimpse of Steve's girl in this AU. Can be read as a standalone, you only need to know Bucky and Steve are putting together a big heist job for New Year's Eve 1960.

Content Warnings: hints of 1960s societal views, movement toward smut at the end (fade to black)

Logistical Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for spiffing this up and making sure it was up to snuff. This ticks off my first box in my @the-slumberparty Bingo Card B4 "Proposal."

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You lock and close the door behind you, letting out a happy sigh. You’re home. You drop your keys on the table in the entry and step out of your heels, clutching them in one hand and your travel bag in the other, then make your way down the hall into the living room.

You pause and grin at the sight in front of you.

Steve is sitting in one of the armchairs, relaxed, reading the paper, the bright afternoon sun streaming in from the window behind him. You can tell he’s had a fresh haircut since you saw him last week. He’s in a brown tweed sport coat and black shirt. He always looks good.

“You’re home early,” you say.

“Is that a complaint?” he asks, returning your grin as he lowers the paper to look at you.

“Well, you’re also in my home, not your home.”

“Until you agree to call my home your home, sometimes I just can’t help myself when I want to see my girl.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but the grin is still on your face. “Good thing you’re handsome, Rogers.”

“And you know I’m good for other things, too,” he says as he folds up the paper and sets it aside. “Now come over here, tell me about your day. Where were you?”

You deposit your heels and your sleek blue Pan Am duffel on the couch, then sit on the coffee table in front of Steve. “Rio de Janeiro.”

“Long flight then, let me take care of my girl.” Steve gestures for you to rest your feet up on his thigh, and as you do, he immediately takes one of your stocking-clad feet in his strong hands and begins pressing his thumbs deeply into the sole. You moan and some of the tension in other parts of your body starts to melt away. Steve smiles at that. “Tell me about your day.”

You do. While you talk, he listens, asks a few questions, moves to rubbing out your other foot completely, and then starts working up your calves.

When you’ve caught him up on the relevant pieces of the things that have happened the past few days, shared the frustrations as well as the funny stories, you finally ask him, “What do you want – I get the foot rubs when you want something.”

“You’d get this regularly if you’d accept my ring, honey,” you open your mouth to protest, but he shakes his head and continues, “I know, I know, you’re not ready to give up your explorations.”

“No, I’m not.”

“But you remember I’ve always got that ring with me. You say the word and it’s yours.”

You lean forward and kiss him, then say, “I’m not saying no, I’m just saying not now.”

“I’ll take you everywhere you want to go.”

You lean back a little and tilt your head. “I know.” You rest your hand over his heart. “And I am yours… just not your wife yet.”

“Yet,” he echoes.

You laugh then kiss him again. It’s a long kiss this time, one that has him eventually pulling you into his lap, and your arms are wrapped tightly around each other, lips and tongues dedicated to nothing more than connecting and expressing the feelings between the two of you.  

It only ends when you’re both completely breathless.

“What do you need from me?”

“Two things… I need to get a team into Vegas. Can you book them in?”

“Sure, leave me the list of their names and departure cities before you leave, I’ll put them in.”

“Thank you, honey.”

“What else?”

He grins and his hand slips between your thighs, moving right up to your mound. “Let me take you to bed and give you more reasons to make it hard for you to hold out on finally becoming my wife.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers au #oceans eleven au #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x you #buck's eleven #navy/navybrat817 #aspen asks #aspen wrote something #female reader

[reareaotaku]

Jane 'Eleven' Hopper & Maxine 'Max' Mayfield Headcanons

What a combo

At first, Eleven competed with Max for your attention

Eleven saw Max as competition because you became close with Max while Eleven was gone

When Eleven hurt Max, you confronted her

"What is wrong with you?" You yell at her as she's near tears

"Why do you like her more than me?"

"What are you talking about?" You shake your head, "I don't like Max more than you! You're both my friend."

She frowns, "I was your friend first-"

You sigh, sitting down in front of Eleven, "I know you don't get social cues, but you can have more than one friend. Besides," You gesture your hands out, "Max is great. You'll love her if you get to know her"

Max had tried being friends with Eleven, but Eleven denied her. So, imagine Max's surprise when Eleven finally started being nice to her

They both start hanging out without you and they realize they have one huge thing in common; They both like you

They realize they have a better chance working together than against each other

They're like the opposites of each other, so whatever one has the other has the other side [They are the same coin but different sides if that makes more sense]

Eleven doesn't always understand your problems, so you find it easier to talk to Max

Though, if you ever have a problem with someone, Eleven is more than willing to help you 'fix' it

Max is the more outgoing out of your trio and she plans you all going out and such

People suspect you all are closer than you appear, but you're a bunch of girls, so they just see you as girl best friends

Lots of sleep overs [Usually at either your house or Eleven's]

They're both really protective over you

They'll hurt anyone that messes with you

#female reader #jane hopper x reader #jane hopper #stranger things #yandere stranger things #yandere jane hopper #eleven #yandere eleven #yandere eleven x reader #yandere jane hopper x reader #max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #stranger things x reader #yandere stranger things x reader #yandere x reader #maxine mayfield #maxine mayfield x reader #stranger things x you

[unamused-boss]

Good energy

Okay. This is my first ever fic on here, so I do appreciate polite criticism pls! Plus I've read almost everything for every character I am unhealthy obsessed with... sooo here we go!

Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader

(Billy might be a bit OC in this)

Warnings: strong language, under age drinking

Summary: When Billy moved to Hawkins Indiana he expected rednecks, hicks, and cows. Which he did see and was very much disappointed with. But that was until he sees some color pop out of no where one night in Hawkins.

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Billy was spending his time in Hawkins as patiently as he could, which was close to none. The people were bland, the school was bland, and the weed was bland. 'God I want out of here' was a common thought that crossed his mind through out his day. Between having to deal with his shit-bird of a step-sister Max and with the ass kissing wannabes that do nothing but stick to his ass. All Billy wanted to do was go back to California. The sunsets, the beaches, the waves, the girls, all of it he wanted it all back. The only slight enjoyment he got was when he took the title as 'King' from 'King Steve'.

Currently Billy is walking out to his camaro, wait on his bitch of a sister, drive as fast he can home, hopefully avoid everyone in his house, then go out and get drunk in someone else's backyard. But the universe had other ideas... those idea's being Tommy fucking Hagan. He saw him running up to him from a mile away.

"You gotta be shitting me." Billy muttered irritatedly leaning against his car. Billy to a long drag of his cigarette, hoping for some relief.

"Hey Billy!" Tommy slightly shouted, he seemed somewhat winded from his short run. " You got plans tonight?"

"No, what's it to you?" Billy replied, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Well there is gonna be a party down by the quarry tonight." Tommy said with a grin on his face.

"Okay? So what's that gotta do with me?" He was getting irritated now. Not only was Max running late but Tommy was still here.

"Harrington's got some girl coming with him, probably his rebound from Princess Wheeler..." That perked Billy's interest, making Steve miserable is his favorite thing to do. "So, what do ya say Hargrove?"

Billy stood still for a minute. No expression on his face only throwing his cigarette on the ground and snubbing it out.

"Count me in... Can't wait to steal Harrington's new girl." Billy laughed as he moved to the driver's seat of his car.

'little shit can skate home' He thought as his car roared out of the parking lot.

On the other side of town at the Chadwick (that will be your last name... sorry not sorry) residence...

Steve was pacing a hole into the floor as his childhood best friend went through her clothes.

"Do you seriously want to go with me tonight? I mean you moved away when you were in sixth grade now you're back... and I mean NOTHING has changed!" Steve was stressing way to much about one party, that being your first party back in Hawkins.

"Steve I'll be fine, the energy that you are putting off right now is not good." You smiled to him. "Good energy will come to you if you let it, you love parties what's got you so worked up plus you've changed for the better."

"That right there! This hippie shit is what is wrong!"

"Steve. If you're gonna worry about me like some mom don't come with me then okay." You didn't want to hurt his feelings but you wanted to have fun. "I get they are all judgy and whatever other adjective you used on the car ride over here, but I don't care. I like who I've become, so "this hippie shit" is trying to decide on the flowing warm skirt or the flowing purple pants!"

"I just don't want you to get mixed into the wrong people." Steve retorted.

"And I won't. I get the you broke things off with all of your old friends and who ever this Billy guy is but you don't have to protect me." You reassured.

"Fine." Steve sighed. "And go with the skirt it will look better with the top."

You smiled to him. "Thank you Steve... now get out I gotta change."

Steve made his way to get out of your room for you to get ready. "Yeah Yeah whatever."

. . .

The time was currently 12:39 am. While the party in the quarry has been going on for quit some time now. Many of the familiar faces of the so called popular crowd made their way in, those faces being Tommy, Billy, Tina, Carol, and among a few others. Billy was buzzed. It may not be a back yard but at least he'd get drunk at the end of the night. Music was blasting from some dude's portable speakers. There was a bonfire lighting the night away. Everyone was either dancing or talking, a few were some were throwing up in the bush. Billy was about to down another drink when Tommy came hurdling right into his back.

"What the hell Hagan." Billy shouted not only for him to hear him but also out of anger.

"Harrington's here with his new girl." He laughed. "You gotta see her, Carol come over here!" Tommy ran and in quick follow so did Carol. Billy sauntered his way over, with what little drink he had left, to where the two love birds perched themselves. And that is when Billy Hargrove saw a burst of color. There she was. She didn't dress like anyone else in Hawkins (Think Stevie Nicks Style). 'She couldn't be from this shit hole. Her hair was frizzy and a but unruly. Her skin glowed with the warm light. The clothes held to each curve of her body but flowed so elegantly as she walked. Who is this babe, not chic she's to pretty to be called a chic, and why was she with Harrington.' All these thoughts pondered Billy's mind.

"Holy shit." Carol said. Tommy and Billy can bot clearly see the shock on her face.

"What?" Tommy questioned, "Do you know her?"

"That's Y/N Chadwick! She moved in the sixth grade!" Slapping Tommy's arm. He gave no response only to be in more shock than Carol.

"Ain't no way... she looks great." That comment got a direct and aggressive response from Tommy. To which he responded with a vocal "Ow!?".

With you and Steve, you guys were just strolling by the bonfire. A cup of jungle juice in your hand with Steve was cupless due to being the driver of the night.

"So first party back in Hawkins, how does it feel?" Steve asked.

"Pretty far out, kinda better than any party from the city." You answered joyfully. To be honest you were happy to be back in Hawkins. City life was fun but it was getting to be to much for you.

"STevE!" An uneven voice yelled out across the rocky yard from us. You saw a girl with bangs and a bob cut calling over to Steve. Clearly she has had her fair share of alcohol.

"Hey Robin!" Steve responded. " You don't mind if I go talk to her do you?"

"No, go have fun!" You cheered. " Go flow, relax!"

"Good energy." Steve gritted through his teeth with a smile as he made his way over to this Robin girl. While you stayed right by the fire with your drink.

Billy saw his opportunity, you were alone and he could talk to you with Steve out of the way. Billy made his way over to you by the bonfire. You look to the guy that has just appeared beside you in the moment.

"Hey." He said it very smoothly.

"Hello." You respond with a sweet smile. Billy could just stare at you smiling. 'Come on man... you just met her get it together.' Billy thought.

"I've never seen you around before, I'm Billy." As Billy introduced himself, he took a step forward to close some space between the both of you. You ,however, stayed where you stood just smiling to the guy Steve was telling you about.

"So you're Billy." You grinned to him. 'God why do the jerks have to be so pretty'. "Steve mentioned you a few times but he didn't tell me how handsome you were."

"Well at least you get the in person experience." Billy answered, " So from what I've heard you have returned to Hawkins."

"Yes I have, what's it to you?" You questioned with a grin.

"Well sweetheart I wanna get to know you, I get you moved back but I am no longer the new kid on the block."

"Well what do you wanna know?" He is trying to be sly. You wanna see were this plays into. His eyes glance behind you.

"If you're gonna ask me if I'm dating Steve you would be wrong." You stated. "He was my best friend as a kid that I kept in contact with, plus he has a lot of stressed energy."

"So you're a hippie girl?" Billy said it as if he was fascinated by you. " Could you tell me what my energy is?"

"You're very hostile." You answered. "You are very tense, you have not relaxed since you have started talking with me. If this is some front you're putting on... I don't dig it." Billy was stunned.

"I'm not putting up any front." He retorted.

"Billy you seem like you have a lot of inner conflict with yourself, and don't try to say other wise." You said. "I already know about the stuff you've done around here and to Steve."

"What?" Billy is confused. "I thought you were into me but now you're giving me this psychoanalysis shit." Billy was clearly getting frustrated with you. So much so it was able to catch Steve's attention.

"Listen, I get some of the stuff I say is weird but I'm not wrong and you know it..." You said. "And I am into you but not if this front you're putting is what I'm getting."

Billy could not believe it. He was getting rejected, rejected by a beautiful girl. ' What the hell'...

"Billy." She cuts him out of his thoughts. "I would love you get to know you if you let me." She stepped closer this time, gently placing her fingers into his. She looked to him, he wants to answer but words aren't coming out of his mouth. 'Say something stupid... anything.'

"How about next Saturday, at 6... good for you?" He said this more gently this time. His frustration and building agitation was gone now.

"I would like that Billy." You answered with a smile, a smile that caused Billy to return. It was like a moment was set in place for you both. Billy could no longer hear the laughing or music, all he was looking at was you. There was something different about you, in a good way. Billy wants to know what that is. Your somewhat romantic moment was busted when a certain head of hair popped up next to you.

"Do we have a problem, Hargrove?" Steve asked. Not only did he get too distracted that Billy walked up to you but he seemed to have been in a sort of deep conversation with you. If you can call it that.

"No. No Harrington we're all good here, right sweetheart." Billy answered, he grinned.

"Yeah, we're fine Steve... I'll see you later Billy." You walked away with Steve. Well more like Steve dragging you to his car to leave after the interaction. You gave a small wave to Billy as you were dragged away.

"What was that all about?" Tommy asked drunk and confused.

"I think I got a date." Billy answered still looking off to were you left. In that moment Billy Hargrove had a thought he never thought he would have... 'I hope this works out.'

When you and Steve reached his car, he instantly went to mom mode.

"What was that about!" Steve shouted, frazzled at the look and thought of the two of you interacting.

"I think I have a date." You giggled. Steve paused...

"WhAT!"

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Okay so I'm gonna end it right there. Please tell me what you think, I would love to hear feed back. As well as what to do to improve myself.

Thank you so much for reading!

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[folklorebau]

your instagram while dating eddie

ofc stranger things is set in the 80s so consider this an au! a modern!eddie munson fic feat. others … i honestly loved making this and i am SO down to make others if u guys want me too!!!! enjoy <333

PART TWO

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@y/n: eds has influenced me too much.

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eddiemunson: what can i say… i’ve always been quite the fashion icon ;)

↳ dustinhendo: you wear the same shirt to school everyday.

↳ eddiemunson: why do you follow my girlfriend on instagram?

robinbuckley I LOVE IT AHHHH.

↳ y/n: THANK U BABY <33

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y/n: i am crying. went to lovers lake and saw SWANS!!! and look at them :( they’re in love.

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steveharrington: lovers lake huh…

↳ y/n: shut up and look at the swans.

↳ eddiemunson: head out of the gutter steve jeez…

elhopp: swans!

elhopp: cute :)

↳ y/n: right!!!! :’)

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y/n: living my rockstar gf dreams with the best 🏹 eddiemunson

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eddiemunson: most important job of them all. love u love u love u my sweet.

robinbuckley: this is offensive stop it.

↳ y/n: IM SORRY.

↳ robinbuckley: ur both too cute i hate you both.

↳ y/n: we love u too robs <3

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dustinhendo: my parents?

↳ y/n: PLSSS :’)

↳ eddiemunson: no.

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y/n: guess how long it took for me to fall. closest answer wins.

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eddiemunson: can i participate?

↳ y/n: NO. you were there… :|

robinbuckley: 5 mins

↳ eddiemunson: you have very high standards robin

steveharrington: i’m gonna guess that you didn’t even have both feet on the board before it happened.

↳ y/n: eddiemunson DID U TELL HIM????

↳ eddiemunson: HAHAHAHAHA

↳ steveharrington: AM I RIGHT?

madmax: i can teach you!!!

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↳ eddiemunson: she has a teacher already, max.

↳ y/n: stop terrorising everyone in my comment section. PLEASE.

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[teaaagan]

Chicken

Eleven: Hey, Max, Why did the chicken cross the road? 

Max: To get to the other side? 

Eleven: You were supposed to say “I dunno, why?“ 

Max: Uh... fine. I don’t know. Why did it cross the road? 

Eleven: To get to the idiot’s house. 

Max: ...Ok? 

Y/N: Hey, Max. Knock knock. 

Max: No. 

Y/N: You were supposed to say “who’s there?” 

Max: Fine... let’s get this over with. Who’s there? 

Y/N: The chicken. 

Max: 

Y/N: 

Eleven: 

Max: Listen here, you little sh-

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