#hopper reader insert

[angelofthenight]

Vance, sobbing: (y/n)! (y/n), I would be nothing without you! Ok?! I’m sorry! Ok? Please!

You: You called me a whore and pushed me in front of a car.

Vance: (y/n), I was in a bad mood! I told you that’s what happens after I eat!

[supercap2319]

"You're not very good at this, are you, Luther?" Y/N asked, looking at the taller male. "I mean, I thought that the half-naked strippers were the main attraction of a strip club. Not the food."

Luther looks at him and frowns. "Oh, hush, Y/N. Like you could do any better than me."

"I definitely could, Spaceboy. Gimme your silver g-string, and I'll show you."

[stardustandmeteors]

Except for you | ford pines & reader (platonic)

characters: Ford pines & the reader

summary: the reader had run away from Ford's watchful eye and hid in an abandoned shack after finding out he was gonna leave them behind in a dimension for her own safety, yet all she wanted to do was follow him, because he was her safe place.

This one shot (or a future story if y'all would like one) was inspired from TLOU Part 1, but it isn't gonna be word for word, just only bits and pieces like the abandoned shack and some dialogue I remember Ellie and Joel saying. Anyway, hope u like the one shot ^^

y/n sat on the window sill, her eyes looking out into the open and slightly broken dimension her companion and guardian dragged her into. It had many other creatures here, all refugees just like her before she ran into Ford. She scoffed at the thought of his name. He was supposed to protect her from the request of her mother, because of the attack on her planet and dimension. Bill had gotten there to destroy her world, he had no reason to, but he wanted to cause chaos. He liked chaos, and he wanted to watch the place burn. Ford had found herself and her mother huddled inside of a pocket inside of their home, and she had taken it up on herself to ask the man for help. Ford was hesitant, but took y/n with him in the end, the two leaving her dimension and planet to become nothing but rubble.

Their relationship from them on had been rocky, both of them were stubborn, and they always argued, but were there for one another, despite their clashing personalities. As their time together went on, the teen had grown an attachment to Ford, and had secretly thought of the older man as a parental figure she would come to look up to. But those were crushed when she found out he wanted to abandon her here because in his words, it was "too dangerous" for her to continue because she was only fourteen.

She still gazed out the window when she heard the footfalls of Ford, his breaths came out rapidly as he glared at the young girl who looked down in her lap at the journal she stole from him when she left. "Do you have any idea the hell I went through to find you?" Ford seethed.

She flipped a page in the journal, "is this what you were worried about in your dimensions? Finals and assignments?" She asked, ignoring his question. He quirked an angry brow. She looked at him.

"The hell are you talking about?" He questioned. She held up his very old and tattered journal from thirty years ago, the one from his college years. He thought he had lost that. Ford scoffed.

"come on, we're leaving," he said, turning around.

"what, so you can abandon me?" y/n stood from her spot by the window and tucked the journal away into her overcoat (the one Ford had gifted her when she turned fourteen). Ford turned around quickly, his hard cold stare present on his face.

"they are good people, they can protect you more than I can." Ford said. That made y/n even angrier.

"that's bullshit Ford, and you know!" She exclaimed, glaring at him. She didn't want to stay, she wanted to go with him, "everyone I care for in this lifetime has either left me or died, fucking everyone except for you!" She shoved him when she got close, which caused him to stumble a bit in surprise and shock. She could feel the tears already gathered at the corners of her eyes. "So please, don't tell me I'll be safer with these people, cause the truth is Ford, I'll just be more scared."

He ignored the gathered tears and gave her the same cold stare he's adopted on his travels to escaping Bill, she took a small Shakey breath, clutching her sides as she looked at the older man. "In the journal, I read about a man named Stanley. He's your brother, isn't he?"

It seemed all they knew how to do was scoff, "that has no concern to you kid, stay out of my family business." He said, going forwards to grab the journal from her pocket.

"well, I'm not Stanley, you can't treat me like how you treated your bother..." She wasn't sure if she should bring another point up for the man, but she was already digging herself into a bigger grave. "... I'm, also not her, you know."

"what?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"I wasn't the only kid you decided to pick up, was I? I saw it in one of your other newer journals when you weren't looking. I'm not Lizzie." She said. He looked ready to go off on her. She knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't help it. All these people and he only saw her as Stanley or Lizzie, not as her own person. He continued to glare at her.

"You're right, you're not like Stan..." He trailed off, "... Or my daughter... And I sure as hell ain't your dad." He spoke, his voice wavering as tears gathered in his eyes. He could see how broken she looked, and it had shattered his already crumbling heart from the way she was looking at him. He could tell she was beginning to lose hope in surviving. "After we get back, we go our separate ways." He said, his voice hardening.

"whatever you say... Sir." She growled.

He should've expected a response such as that to leave her mouth, but he couldn't help but be hurt by the lack of emotions behind her voice. She reverted back to calling him sir, from when he first took her under his wing after the destruction of her home world because of Bill. And now he regrets ever coming up with the idea of leaving her behind.

so, how was it? Would y'all like a full story like this for a Ford and Daughter Reader? If so, would u like it to be on Wattpad or AO3?

[oatmilkriver]

the chief's kid- eddie munson

pairing: eddie munson x gn!hopper!reader

summary: eddie munson has never been the tyoe to meet the parents. so when you ask him to meet your dad, he's nervous... especially cause you're the chief of police's kid.

warnings: food mentioned, slight upside down mention, Y/N used, no physical descriptions

word count: 1,197

author's note: this is the first fic i've uploaded!! so notes are greatly appreciated, and if you have any advice please dm me!

Eddie has never been this nervous in his entire life. And he’s fought off demobats. But here he is, still sitting in his van that’s parked in front of your house. He adjusts his hair through the rearview mirror in an attempt to tame his curls and takes a deep breath before getting out. He walks up to your front door, looking at the two flimsy bouquets in his hands. Just as he raises his fist to knock, the door swings open, revealing a very intimidating man. An intimidating man Eddie has met a couple of times: Chief Jim Hopper.

Eddie looks up at your dad, his face set in a scowl, looking Eddie up and down before he is pushed gently away. Now he is met with your smiling face and Eddie remembers to breathe again, a small smile showing on his face.

“Come in, I’m excited for you to meet my sister!”

You say, grabbing Eddie by the arm and pulling him in. You run off down the hall, leaving Eddie to look around your house. It’s cute... cozy. Eddie walks into the living room, staring at the family pictures on the wall, laughing softly to himself seeing a picture of a little you with ice cream all over your face, smiling brightly at the camera.

He then hears someone clear their throat behind him, reminding Eddie that he’s not alone.

“So,” your dad says from the kitchen. “You and my kid, huh?”

Eddie doesn’t have the courage to speak up, his throat suddenly very dry, so he just nods. Before anyone can say anything else, you walk into the living room, arm in arm with a younger girl.

“Eddie, this is my sister, El,” You smile at your sister briefly before looking back at him, “She’s the one with the superpowers everyone keeps talking about.”

Eddie walks up to the two of you, a smile on his face.

“Hi El, I’ve been wondering when I’ll meet this super cool sister Y/N keeps talking about” Eddie smiles and hands El one of the homemade bouquets in his hand. “I picked these for you.”

Eddie then turns to look at you, handing you the other bouquet, “And... these are for you.”

You smile at the bundle of flowers. A colorful bunch of wildflowers that you recognize grew on the side of the road next to the trailer park. You grab his hand and kiss his cheek, muttering a ‘thank you’ and leaving Eddie blushing.

Hop clears his throat, bringing everyone's attention back to him.

“Dinner’s ready” Hop huffs out, holding a tray of food and placing it on the dinner table. You quickly walk to help him out, after placing El’s and your flowers in watered vases. El walks to the table with Eddie, tapping his shoulder.

“Can I sit with you during dinner?” El asks, almost nervously. Eddie smiles and nods.

“Of course! It’ll be exciting to sit with a real-life superhero.”

El giggles and sits down as you and your dad bring out the last of the dinner. Once everyone is seated, plates start getting moved around and dinner officially starts. And it’s scarily quiet. Eddie keeps glancing at you from across the table, his nerves setting in whenever he feels your dad staring at hm from the head of the table.

The truth is, Hop doesn’t actually hate Eddie, despite his behavior. Sure, he’s arrested him a couple of times, but he still thought Eddie was a good kid. He knew that his childhood was rough, and he wasn’t the most popular in school, so yeah, Hop didn’t hate the kid. He remembers the first time he arrested Eddie. Little 13-year-old Eddie who got caught vandalizing the side of a building. Hop just wanted to scare him, so he drove him home after an hour of holding. Hopper wasn’t expecting Eddie to pipe up from the backseat, asking if he could keep the handcuffs. But he let him none-the-less.

But the idea of Eddie dating his kid, the idea of anyone dating his kid didn’t sit right with the old chief. He was scared that his eldest would want to spend less time with their old man, before slowly stop visiting altogether. Especially all that’s happened in the last couple of years, Hopper wanted to keep his family as close to him as possible. Even if that means scaring the poor metalhead away.

Eddie continues to eat in silence, looking at you, silently asking what to do. After a shrug in response from you, Eddie decides to try small talk, hoping to get your dad to approve of him.

“This is really good, Ho- sir, um, Mr.-” Eddie stumbles, suddenly not sure what’s appropriate to call your dad.

Hop takes a drink, raising his glass to his lips in an effort to hide his smile. He’s glad that he’s able to make the boy nervous.

“Hop is fine, kid.”

Eddie lets out a relieved sigh, seemingly not embarrassing himself completely.

From that point on dinner went by smoothly. Small conversations were made, laughs were shared, until all the food was gone, and everyone’s bellies were full. El was talking to Eddie about what he should do for his next DND campaign, telling him to mess with Mike more.

When it was time for Eddie to leave, you walked him to the door, kissing his cheek as he blushed like he always does. He says goodbye to everyone, El even giving him a hug, before he walks back to his van.

Halfway there, however, he hears the front door open again. He turns around, expecting you to be there but is surprised at the site of your dad walking towards him.

“Wait up kid, wanna talk to you real quick”

Eddie gulps, fidgeting with his rings as he anticipates what your dad will say. Eddie’s expecting ‘stay away from my kid’, ‘like I’ll ever let a freak date my child’, or anything else that’ll break Eddie’s heart.

“Are you serious about this? About dating Y/N?”

Eddie was not expecting that. Especially not expecting Hop to say it with so much care.

“Absolutely, I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.” Eddie responds, cheeks turning red at the truthful declaration.

Hop just nods, looking at Eddie for a moment before holding his hand out to shake. Eddie stares at it for a second before moving quickly to shake it.

Hop stares at Eddie before speaking again, “Take care of them. Because if you don’t, I’ll find you”

He says this seriously, but with the ghost of a smirk on his face.

Eddie nods quickly. But he’s not that scared of the threat, knowing he could never hurt you.

Hop gives Eddie a small smile, nodding his head before moving back to the house. Eddie smiles as he gets into the van. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he could win over the chief of police, much less get his approval to date his kid.

Eddie is still grinning the rest of his drive home, planning on keeping his promise to take care of you, hopefully for the rest of his life.

thank you so much for reading!! notes are greatly appreciated, especially reblogs and comments! ♡

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: Venus

Good afternoon people of Hawkins I take hammer and I fix the canon so that Eddie and his love are there to save the day.

Alternatively: fuck people like Angela. Throw rocks at them.

Trigger Warnings: vomit mention, pregnancy

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“What the hell are they doing to Mike’s girlfriend?!”

You sat up ramrod straight, looking directly at Mike Wheeler’s little flame as she’s accosted by a group of leering little bitches led by a trashy looking blonde named Angela. After being accosted one day in Bradley’s Big Buy, fate found you and your fiancé chaperoning Mike’s little trip to see his girlfriend and friend in California. Mrs. Wheeler had paid for the plane tickets and paid you and Eddie two hundred dollars, trusting you to take care of her baby boy and his little friends. Responsibility was something you took seriously. You felt protective, a far cry from your usual antisocial and avoidant demeanor.

The minute you landed in California was when you imprinted on the kiddos like a broody hen imprints on baby chicks. You took a particular liking to Mike’s little girlfriend: she was awkward and scared much like you were once upon a time. Jane Hopper was mousy and shy, and had been trying to be bubbly throughout the trip even though you kept insisting to Eddie something was wrong. You could recognize the signs of someone trying to hold it together. Eddie had insisted you were wrong. Despite his efforts to calm you down, nothing could make you feel safe.

You had been off the whole trip, and the way you were on high alert, the more it seemed like Eddie was right about the cause.

“Hey! Take it easy…” Eddie soothed, pulling at the hem of your Motörhead ringer tee, “Let’s not go berserker on them.”

“I don’t like the way they’re crowding her!” You hissed, pounding your clenched fist on the booth table.

Mike and Will Byers jumped, glancing from you to Eddie then to each other when you immediately stood up out of the booth seat. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet, crouched as though you were going to pounce on someone.

Everyone was already on edge because of you. Going to Rink-O-Mania had been an entire ordeal. Before you entered the parking lot, you were already bitching and moaning about the drive over. Then you started complaining that the rink smelled like feet, and then you complained that the grease from the hot dogs was too overpowering. Eddie had tried to be the peacekeeper. Settling your raging stomach with a thick strawberry milkshake when you started whining about wanting one, and then complaining that the chocolate and vanilla smelled rotten.

The shake helped settle your stomach, but once the nausea was gone you just got more broody and hypersensitive.

“Babe, take a second, okay?” He soothed, pulling you back down into the booth with him, “You’re gonna cause a scene.”

“I don’t like how they’re just grabbing her and lugging her around like a suitcase!” You said.

Will’s hands were shaking, and you could hear him whispering with Mike.

“What’s wrong with her…?”

“How the hell should I know?! She’s been insufferable ever since she got on the plane to California!”

Eddie glanced over at Mike, shaking his head and frowning.

“Mike, take it easy. She’s not feeling well.” He said.

“Eddie, this is stupid!” Mike said, “She complains about every little thing, whines that she doesn’t feel good, then snaps at you if you don’t answer her right away or do what she wants. I swear she’s on the rag! Now she won’t even let El hang with her friends.”

“Mike chill, you don’t understand-…”

You immediately snapped your head towards Will when you heard him make a strangled noise in his throat at the mention of Jane’s “friends”.

“What’s wrong?!” You demanded.

“Nothing!”

Will looked like he had a gun to his head. Hyperventilating. Pure panic on his face.

“Will…” you growled, moving in like a tiger.

“Sweetheart, please. Everything is fine. Don’t start up with the stress.” Eddie begged.

“Yeah, man! Stop freaking everyone out!”

Mike stared you down while Will looked left and right, as though hoping to be saved. A storm was brewing, both in your face and on the roller rink. And unfortunately he didn’t have the spoons or the know-how to quell both at once.

You glanced hatefully at both Eddie and Mike.

“Shut up.” You hissed, before turning back to Will.

He shrank in the booth, the faux leather squeaking.

“Those girls are not her friends… are they?” You whispered dangerously to Will.

He was avoiding your gaze. Fidgeting in his seat. You continued to stare him down until he finally, finally shook his head and muttered.

“No… they’re not her friends. Those are the ones that bully her at school…”

The air surrounding the booth seemed to shift; a cold front of anticipation hitting everyone. You began to quiver, while Mike and Eddie rounded on Will.

“Why didn’t you say something?!” Mike demanded.

“I promised I wouldn’t tell!” Will countered, while Eddie simultaneously tried to pacify Will and soothe Mike.

But you were done. You were so fucking done.

“Fuck this shit.”

You moved out of the booth and sat astride a nearby bench, kicking your shoes off and tying on your black skates. Your face was dark, stormy and murderous, and you looked like you were puffed up and ready to kill someone.

“No, no, no!” Eddie was scrambling out of the booth after you, trying to grab your arm, “Sweetheart, we need to stop and take a breath-…”

“Eddie’s right! What are you even doing?!” Mike demanded.

“I’m going to get my fucking kid.” You said.

“Since when is she your kid?!” Mike snapped.

“Since your mother told me to take care of all of you on this trip.” You snarled, nearly snapping the shoestrings on your skates as you tied them with a vengeance, “If anything happens to any of you, Eddie and I are the ones that are gonna catch hell.”

“You think I’m afraid of Karen Wheeler?!” Eddie interjected, trying to drag you back over to the table, “I get that we have a responsibility, but we need to take a deep breath and not go apeshit on a bunch of kids. You need to think of the situation we might be in...”

His voiced dropped to a whisper.

“I don’t want either of you getting hurt.”

“I’m just going to go get Jane.” You said.

“Dammit babe you can’t just go charging in-…”

Before Eddie could do anything, you had already secured your skates and began gliding out onto the rink. Vaguely over the sound of Bananarama, you could hear Eddie calling your name. You were skating a bit like shit. The motion was a little disorienting, and out in the middle of the rink you could smell everything mixed together with body sweat.

You whipped your head this way and that, before spotting Jane. Cornered by Angela, that bleach blonde jackass.

“Excuse me.” You called out, bumping the blonde with your hip.

The motion was so fluid it simply looked like you were just gliding on by, taking Jane by the upper arm and coasting with her for a turn around the rink. It was done swiftly, no muss no fuss, but you knew from years of experience that girls like Angela wouldn’t let you go so easily.

Jane looked a little frightened, and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of a mirror. Your teased hair was waterlogged with sweat, and your sharp winged eyeliner was dribbling down your cheeks and getting into your sleep deprived red rimmed eyes. To Jane, you must have looked like a demon.

“Are you okay, sweetie?!” You called out to Jane over the intro to ‘Venus’.

She waited until the iconic screech passed before responding.

“I’m okay…” she nodded, clinging to your arm when she realized you had come to save her, not scream at her.

“What were they doing to you?” You called out, only to see the intended plan a second later as Jane’s bully and her cronies started tailing the two of you around the turn. You locked eyes with Eddie across the room, watching him stand up from putting on his inline skates and gliding towards you two.

“Don’t panic.” You told Jane, “Just skate towards Eddie, okay?”

She nodded and went forward obediently, nearly falling into his open arms when you gave her a little push. Jane’s bullies were closing in on either side of you, and just as you made for Eddie, you felt a tug at the back of your hair. It was soft at first, then someone yanked you backward.

You landed hard on your wrist and ass, and when you looked up, you were doused in chocolate shake.

The smell was more overpowering than the laughter of Jane’s bullies. Angela stood triumphantly over you, her friends circling all of you as they laughed and pointed.

“Look who it is!” She laughed, “The loser’s fat little mother hen!”

You didn’t say anything as you got to your feet. Watching the girls circle you was giving you motion sickness, and you slapped a hand over your mouth as the sickening smell of cheap cocoa ice cream and curdling milk invaded your nostrils.

“Aww look, she’s not saying anything.” Angela sneered, getting into your face, “Is Mommy feeling queasy?”

The hot dog grease, burnt popcorn, oil, Angela’s Love’s Baby Soft perfume, and the insoles of skates that had been sweated in since the sixties, were cumulatively gathering together into one rank whiff to make your stomach turn violently. The feeling of saliva flooding your mouth meant the end was nigh. You looked up at Angela, a sly grin on your face as one of her female friends went up behind you with a fist raised.

“Oh, Mama’s feeling queasy alright,” you hissed, spit dribbling out of your mouth.

“You stuck up little bitch.”

Angela only had one moment to react before her friend hit you hard in the middle of the back. The floodgates opened. The punch to the back knocked you forward, and you immediately threw up all over the front of Angela’s blue shirt.

You finally understood the meaning of a Kodak Moment. Her face changed in the span of a second from superior, to shock, to horror and then fear as she began gagging as the smell of vomit hit her nostrils. You coughed up the remains of the shake while her friends immediately vacated the rink, the music stopping mid riff and everyone clearing off the minute “ralph” was heard echoing through the roller rink. Angela began screaming as Eddie nearly bowled into you, laughing so hard he was crying.

“Holy hell!” He cried, his face red with laughter and his smile wide as he led you out of the rink by the arm, “Did you have to do that?!”

“She shouldn’t have doused me in shake.” Was your smug response.

“YOU DIRTY BITCH!”

Angela shrieked, alone in the center of the rink, covered and stinking, “You’re fucking gross! You’re disgusting!”

“Word of advice, sweetheart,” Eddie called over his shoulder, a smug smile on his face while leading you into the waiting arms of Will, Mike and Jane.

“Next time: don’t pick a fight with a pregnant woman!”

[rottentato]

It’s a curse having a creative idea but being too lazy/having no motivation to write..

Like cmon guys.. school spirits au with a ghost Steve Harrington and ghost reader?? Even better an alive reader??

Edward Cullen x shapeshifter/werewolf reader.. embry Call x Cullen/vampire reader..

Might put a poll next post..

[aloneinthehellfire]

RAINING HELLFIRE: MASTERLIST

a collection of all my Raining Hellfire works, an episode-by-episode fem!reader insert.

[pairings: eddie x reader, eventual steve x reader]

RAINING HELLFIRE: THE COMPLETE SERIES... FOR NOW

the series

SEASON ONE Completed: 9 Chapters, 59.7k

SEASON TWO Completed: 13 Chapters, 58.9k

SEASON THREE Completed: 15 Chapters, 45.1k

SEASON FOUR Completed: 24 Chapters, 96.2k

SEASON FIVE to be continued...

spin-offs

RH: THE PREQUEL coming soon...

RAINING HELLFIRE (EDDIE'S VERSION) On hiatus: 4 Chapters, 16.3k

add-ons

RAINING HELLFIRE (READER'S VERSION) Ongoing: 2 Chapters, 5.4k

other

EVERY STORY... HAS A BEGINNING RH: The Prequel video teaser

[hannaswritingblog]

Imagine: Jim Hopper asking you out on a date

Fandom: Stranger Things

Suggested by @winterxisxcomingx

You rarely ever make dinner other than the frozen food that's quick and easy to prepare. Only on days like today, when Hopper stops by your place, you actually put some effort into the food you'd sit to eat together.

You and Jim have been friends with benefits ever since you moved to Hawkins a couple of years back. You met him by accident when you were running some errands in town, but it didn't stop you from being instantly drawn to him. Jim must've felt the same, as he would visit you more and more often. Things soon became heated and the room at your place he would visit most often was your bedroom. Despite you two being so close, you've never dared to ask to be something more with him. It seems... natural that you're just friends.

Your reminiscence of the past is interrupted by a knock on a door. You turn off the stove and rush to let Jim in. It takes you by surprise when after opening the door, you see him with flowers in hand, wearing a flannel shirt that you've never seen before. Struck by his appearance, you freeze in place for a second.

"Hi, Y/N," he says, "are you going to let me in or..."

"Sure, come in," you respond, moving out of his way. "Hey, is this flannel new? Are you seeing someone else after?"

"This?" he points at his shirt, sounding surprised. "No, I just haven't worn it in a while, but it is one of my better ones. But why would I see anyone else later?"

"Because you never dress up for me. And the flowers..."

"Oh, that. Yeah... Well, it's all for you, this is a special occasion and..."

Seeing him so flustered makes you laugh a little and ask:

"An occasion? Are we celebrating something? I would make something even better for dinner and..."

"Don't worry about that, sweetheart," he tells you and explains: "We're not celebrating today, but next week it'll be two years since we first met and I thought it's high time for us to become more than friends. I was hoping that... you would go on a date with me."

"You mean... an actual date? Not this... thing we do every few days?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. Unless you don't feel the same..."

"I feel exactly the same," you stop him with a reassurance. "I'll go on that date with you."

Hopper gives you a big smile and leans in for a kiss, which you gladly accept.

[angelofthenight]

Vance: We're not leaving this room till we figure out this whole will they, won't they, Kermit and Miss Piggy thing we got going on.

You: Wait, sorry, am I Kermit or…

Vance: Yeah, 'cause you're smart with skinny legs and I'm Miss Piggy because I'm a star.

[strawberrycheesecakedelight]

If everyone starts to see me constantly liking and reblogging, it's because my Dopamine hits are coming from living in my fantasy world again 🥸

[thetargaryenbride]

Nail To The Coffin - S4 - Chapter 1

Warnings: unwanted groping, nightmares

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 5070

𝐀𝐍: 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 4! 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 4 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 5 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢����𝘰𝘶𝘵~ 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐎𝐂 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || S3, Chapter 9 || Chapter 2

LA, California, The Spring of 1986

“Dear Mike. Today is day one hundred eighty-five. Feels more like ten years. Joyce says time is funny like that. Emotions can make it speed up or slow down. We are all time travelers if you think about it. For example, this week is going very fast. I think because I’m so busy. I have to make something called a visual aid. I hope Mrs. Gracey will give me an A. Some exciting news. Joyce got an amazing new job. She gets to work at home. She says she loves the ‘freedom’. Will is painting a lot but he won’t show me what he’s working on. Maybe it is for a girl. I think there’s someone he likes because he has been acting weird. Jonathan is acting weird also. I think he’s just nervous about college. He is still waiting for his big letter. I hope he and Nancy get to go together. But I don’t know how he’ll get to college because his car is still broken. His funny friend Argyle has been taking us to school whenever Y/N can’t. His hair is longer than mine. And he and Jonathan like to smoke smelly plants together. Will got very angry when he found out. In fact, I don’t remember Will ever getting this mad at someone.”

Two Months Ago

“See you guys at dinner,” you waved at the two once they got out of the car and they bid you goodbye, watching you drive away, most probably heading to work or to do some other tasks. You had just dropped them off at home after finishing the classes for the day and the two were excited to get to their rooms, plop on their beds, and sleep until dinner, ignoring your words of ‘Don’t slack on your homework’.

But the moment they entered the house, a strange scent hit them, like someone was cooking something and had just taken the lid off just to be hit with the strong, smelly steam.

“Do you smell that?” asked Will as he sniffed, scrunching up his nose, and El frowned.

“It’s… weird.”

The boy threw his bag on the ground and followed the smell, El close behind, until it led him to his brother’s room. His hand grasped the doorknob and he gulped before slowly twisting it open, the sound of creaking filling the air.

“Wha-“ muttered the boy when he saw that pretty much the whole room was covered in smoke and at first he thought Jonathan might have accidentally lit something on fire. Then his eyes found his brother who was sitting at the edge of the bed near the window, smoking. And by the smell of it, Will immediately figured out that those weren’t normal cigarettes which hurtled him into a state of utter disbelief.  

“Will-“ his brother was about to say but the boy in question turned to look at Eleven instead.

“El, could you give us a moment, please?” he asked the girl and she nodded slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before sneaking out of the room but staying glued to the wall so she could listen, curiosity overtaking her.

“It’s not what you think it is,” began Jonathan after Will shut the door and looked at him with such disappointment it pierced his heart like a rusty harpoon.

“What is wrong with you!? Are you out of your mind!?” raised his voice Will. “Why are you doing this? You know very well what Y/N went through. Even before the Flayer made her OD she’s been taking drugs for a long time. She’s clean now but you remember what Dr. Owens said!” reminded him the boy heatedly and Jonathan’s mouth opened and closed, unable to form words or find an excuse for his actions. “She can easily have a relapse and go back to taking drugs! Why are you smoking this shit? It’s not like she doesn’t already have a constant reminder of the hell she went through. Do you want to add up to it!?” his voice kept raising as he got more and more upset, and Jonathan looked at the floor, guilt visibly eating up at him.

“I’m sorry, I just,” sighed the boy regretfully. “I’ve been going through shit and…Argyle offered I try this. It’s been…truly helpful and I can’t find it in me to stop,” he admitted with sad eyes, and Will let out a long pained sigh, flabbergasted at his brother’s confession.

“We should-w-we should tell mom or Dr. Owens,” said the boy and Jonathan’s eyes widened, hands lifting as if he was about to protest. “This is a problem. A big problem in development. You need to get help. You need to stop this, a-and find another way to cope. We can’t risk Y/N having a relapse and we can’t risk you following in her footsteps,” spoke the boy with a shaky voice he was trying hard to keep firm and steady and his brother shook his head.

“No, no, I promise, this is not something dangerous, okay? It’s the same shit Eddie smokes! Okay? It’s not going to harm me. I swear! A-and I’ll try to hide it better! Y/N is not going to find out! She’s not even going to take a whiff of this shit, okay? I promise,” begged Jonathan and Will’s eyes darted left and right, frustration and concern gnawing at him, leg bouncing anxiously as he was being torn apart by the dilemma he was currently forced to face.

“I’ll…I’ll give you some time to stop smoking on your own…If you don’t do it in the next couple of months I’ll…I’ll tell mom.”

Those were his last words before he whirled on his heel and stormed out of the room, shutting the door with a deafening bang that made both Jonathan and Eleven flinch.

They have never seen the boy so mad and upset at someone else.

“He was very worried about Y/N and I understand him. I eavesdropped on them, which I’m not proud of, but I needed to know what was going on. I was worried too. I’m telling you now because it’s been two months so far and he’s still smoking those things. Me and Will don’t know what to do. Maybe you can give us some advice? Please, don’t tell the others, though. I don’t want Joyce or Y/N to find out. Speaking of Y/N… I know that you’re all worried and want to know more but…I’m still not sure if she’s gotten better or worse in the past months since the incident…Well, I guess it’s more of a year than a couple of months now. I can’t believe how fast time flies…”

“I’m home!” your voice resonated throughout the house and El gasped as if you had just caught her doing something she shouldn’t be, and she quickly finished the last couple of sentences before sealing up the letter properly and running down the stairs to greet you.

“Welcome home,” she grinned when she saw you in the kitchen, jacket, boots, and bag already gotten rid of, as you were in the midst of opening the fridge to take out some products and get dinner started.

“Is this another letter for Mike?” you asked curiously and she nodded. “Hang in there a bit more. Spring break is just around the corner and you’ll see him soon,” you smiled softly and she nodded, rushing out of the house in order to shove the item into the mailbox.  

But her excitement got crushed after she closed the metal lid and faced the house, thoughts rushing back to what she had written in the letter. She and Will truly worried about Jonathan and they truly had no idea how to handle the current situation. Moreover, they were worried about you.

You began smiling again but it never quite reached your eyes as it did before, and there was now a certain air of melancholia that you carried – a constant companion of yours alongside the dark circles under your eyes and the hollow cheeks after losing quite some weight since the incident last summer.

They found themselves stuck at a crossroad where numerous paths intertwined and they didn’t know which one was the right one. They didn’t know which one to take to help you and Jonathan.

“Honey, why don’t you leave the dinner to me and you can go rest instead?” Joyce offered while you were busy cutting some onions and you hummed.

“Well…let me at least finish chopping the veggies and you can take over,” you agreed, making her smile. “I’ll go for a swim then,” you told her and her smile faltered a tad bit.

“You sure you’ll be okay alone out there?” she asked slowly, unsurely, and you let out a light snort.

“Mom, I’m good. I promise.”

“But-“ she sighed in defeat, knowing that she couldn’t stop you from going to the water no matter what she tried, and just relented. “Alright.”

Just half an hour later, she was watching you exit the house in your surf attire and with the board in arm, sharing concerned looks with Will, who had joined them in the kitchen shortly after you had gone to change out of your clothes, and El.

“Should we… tell Dr. Owens?”

“No…let her be.”

“Here again?” asked one of the lifeguards from his station the moment you reached the beach and you shot him a look that made him smile and lift his hands in surrender. “I know, I know. Just sayin’, doll.”

You let out a sigh of contentment at the way the sand grains felt when you curled your toes around them and took a couple of steps forward so the water could wash over them. You basked in the sun rays for a while before marching into the ocean and climbing on your board, using your hardened-from-practice arms to swim further into the soothing embrace of the water.

At the end of summer last year, your mother had been solid in her decision to move to another town. In the end, she had settled for LA because you were going to university there and she was adamant in her want to be there with you, just like the rest of your family was.

Dr. Owens, bless his heart, had agreed to lend you a hand. He had found you a beautiful house in a nice and quiet neighborhood where you could live in peace and stay low under the radar for Eleven’s safety. At the same time, you’d be able to go to university for your lections and then go back home to your family instead of being separated from them and having to live amongst strangers in some sorority. As if finding you a house wasn’t enough already, Owens made sure that it was fully furnished so the only things you had to take with you were your clothes and personal items. All of your furniture were back home in Hawkins, in your house which you didn’t end up selling because you had aggressively insisted that you wanted to have a place to come back to.

“You have been saving our bums for so long, and this year you might have as well saved the whole country. The least I can do is get you a nice house and help you keep this one,” had said the doctor which had made you immensely happy and grateful.

At first, moving in was hard. The first two months in particular were extremely rough – probably one of the hardest moments in your life. It had reached a point where you didn’t want to even look at the ocean. Then, it’s like someone flipped the switch in you, and being near the water turned into a coping mechanism.

Now you couldn’t imagine being away from it.

“You’re rocking it, sweet cheeks,” commented the lifeguard once you finally left the confines of the water, a tanned hand ruffling his golden curls as he flashed you a pearly white smile, looking you up and down with his bright blue eyes. He was the typical Californian handsome guy who every girl fawned over.

But in your eyes, Steve was unbeatable.  

“And I’m still taken, Ronnie,” you huffed out as you squeezed your hair off of the excess liquid and he shrugged.

“A boy can try.”

“See you tomorrow,” you bid him goodbye with a wave and headed back in the direction of your house, rolling your eyes at what he shouted after you.

“And tell your Harrington that if he doesn’t come here to claim you, someone might steal you right under his nose!”

“Stars shining bright above you…Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"…”

You found yourself in a room that was dark and cluttered with junk, closely resembling an attic. Somehow, it felt both familiar and unfamiliar. You turned around to get a better look at it, ears straining to hear the faint sound of music that was wafting through the air like the smell of freshly baked morning waffles, instantly making you feel a bit better about being all alone in the dark, calming you down.

“Birds singin' in the sycamore trees…Dream a little dream of me…”

Suddenly, the door opened, allowing a bit of light to pierce the darkness, and in entered a little boy, carrying a jar with something inside that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He stilled when he saw you, eyes widening. Even in the dark, you could see how blue they were but also how sullen. His shocked expression melted into a scowl that didn’t quite suit his gentle features, and you reached out a hand, wishing to grasp his.

Then, the room began filling with water rapidly. The stable house began tearing apart plank by plank and you desperately tried to reach the boy and save him. He just stood there, unmoving, and watched on curiously until he got fully submerged and panic gripped at your heart. Shortly after, there was no sign of the house or the boy and you found yourself floating in the vast blue ocean.

At first, you didn’t get scared. You were confident in your swimming skills. But never mind how much you tried to swim to the surface, you wouldn’t budge. In fact, it seemed as if you were sinking more and more rather than reaching it. Your lungs burned and ached as you were running out of breath, the stale oxygen begging to be released and replaced by fresh one.

And then the panic settled in once again and you began kicking and trashing in your attempts at getting to the surface but yet again you kept sinking lower and lower, the light disappearing as you were once again shrouded in darkness. Vines wrapped around your ankles and pulled you down, down under, and the last thing you saw in the dark abyss before drowning was a set of familiar blue eyes glaring at you.

“Y/N!” someone yelled and your eyes snapped open as you shot up in bed and felt hands grasp your upper arms. “Breathe,” they instructed you. “Breathe!”

Only then did you realize you had been holding your breath, allowing only very small gulps of oxygen to pass through, your body so tense as if you had just jumped into ice-cold waters, every muscle in your body squeezed painfully.

You took a large gulp of air and felt instant relief fill you as you tried relaxing your body and focusing on calming your breathing.

“That’s right. In and out, slowly,” Will rubbed your back with one hand while the other held yours, eyes swimming with worry and lips folding as he gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat, his rapidly beating heart finally calming. For a moment he thought it was going to jump out of his ribcage.

“Thank you,” you breathed out as you leaned on his shoulder and let out a long exhale.

His room was right next to yours and the walls were thin enough. He had woken up when he heard loud, elaborated breathing and choking, and had immediately sprung out of bed and dashed to your room. This wasn’t the first time something like that would happen so he knew right away.

“Was it the same dream?” he inquired and you nodded.

“I just don’t understand,” you muttered as you pulled away and rubbed your temples. “I’m sorry for waking you. And thanks again.”

“Can I-Can I stay?” he asked timidly and suddenly all you could see was the baby brother who would always come to you after a bad dream.

“Of course, you can,” you smiled tiredly as you scooted over to make room for him and he climbed in properly, the two of you lying down.

Honestly, he was more scared about something happening to you again than anything, so he wanted to stay and make sure the rest of the night would pass by without any more nightmares or panic attacks.

“Aww, you don’t fit in my arms anymore,” you chuckled after you tried to wrap your arms around him and bring him in for a hug. “You’ve grown so much it’s unbelievable.”

“I guess…But if it weren’t for you, Jonathan, mom, and the others, I might not have gotten the chance to grow up at all. I mean…my point is… I don’t know what I’d do without you… and the others,” he muttered softly and you clicked your tongue, running your hand through his hair soothingly. “So, please don’t-“ he cut himself off because what was he supposed to say?

Please, don’t go? Please, don’t die? Please, don’t have panic attacks anymore? Please, don’t have episodes that could end up hurting you? It’s not like you had control over it. But it didn’t hurt to wish for you to be healthy and happy. It didn’t hurt to wish for all of this to never have happened and for everything to be like it used to. Mostly, he just wished that you were okay because he was afraid one day you would be swallowed by the trauma, leaving him alone. Every time you’d get panic attacks or other episodes, he’d feel like he was going mad with worry. Every time, he’d think of the worst possible scenario, and this constant paranoia and worry and fear were going to be the end of him.

He just wanted it to be over and everything to be normal again.

“Don’t go down this rabbit hole. Trust me, it never ends well,” you whispered and he hummed, closing his eyes.

“I’m just…scared,” he confessed and your eyebrows furrowed.

“Scared? Of what, baby?”

“I don’t know. It’s like…I have this gnawing feeling that something bad will happen…Please, don’t go to Hawkins,” he pleaded and you sighed.

“You know that I want to see Steve. It’s been some time,” you reminded and he just buried his head in the crook of your neck, making you release a long, heavy exhale and rub his back reassuringly.

“You’re thinking too much about it…I’m sure everything is going to be okay.”

Yet you didn’t believe your own words for a second.

“Wonderful assignment once again,” praised the professor as he casually strolled to your desk and passed you the graded paper. “I’m very proud of you, Miss Byers. But honestly, I’m not surprised. You are yet to present something unrefined, although something tells me you never will,” he grinned at you widely, dimples deepening, dark eyes crinkling into crescents, and you smiled.

“Thank you.”

Just then, the bell rang and the students who had received their papers back stood up and began gathering their things while the others stayed put to wait for the professor to hand them theirs.

“Not you, Byers. I need to talk to you. Stay in the room,” halted you the man and you stopped by his desk, waiting a couple of minutes until everyone left the vicinity and you were the only one left.

“I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” you asked and he shook his head while rolling up the sleeve of his black shirt, and came to stand by your side, nonchalantly throwing a folder onto his desk.

“I wanted to show you this,” he pointed at it with his head, the silver earring on his left ear glinting on the light, and you turned your back on him, taking a step forward and opening the folder, eyes widening at the documents that lay inside.

“Hold on…is this-“

“I’ll be traveling to a couple of archeological sites in Egypt this summer and I’ll be taking a couple of students from the higher courses so they can experience the real deal of digging,” he explained. “You showed incredible knowledge at the beginning of the year so we transferred you to second year. And even then it seemed like you knew half the things already. Such a prodigy is only going to waste away stuck in here. You gotta go out there and gain some more experience. Those are all the documents you need for the practice program.”

“That’s…that’s incredible,” you muttered and he hummed.

And suddenly, you felt his presence too close for comfort. The hairs on your neck stood on end but before you could turn around, his front pressed against your back as he casually rested his chin on your shoulder and rubbed his nose against the side of your neck, inhaling your scent.

Your whole body froze, thighs clenching tightly in automatic response, as memories from that night at the diner invaded your mind.

“What are you doing?” you breathed out.  

“I can’t let you go just yet, though. You’re just…too inexperienced,” he murmured. “But I can help with that. You’re a smart girl. You know how one gets to the top, don’t you?” he asked as his hands began roaming over your body, groping you, and you just stood there in shock and denial, not knowing what to do.

In your mind, you were screaming.

You did not expect that your funny, bubbly, smart professor who seemed to get along with everyone and had a sassy sense of humor and a way of roasting stupid people, was actually a total douchebag in disguise.

In your mind, you were screaming for Steve, for Eddie, for your brothers, for Hopper, to come and help you get out of this sticky situation.

And then it dawned on you.

Hopper.

He hadn’t spent all this time teaching you how to fight and defend yourself just so you could fall victim to nasty men again.

You took a sharp inhale and slammed your thick-heeled boot against his ankle, making him yelp and take a step back. You took that to your advantage and quickly turned around, gathering all determination, anger, and hurt you could, and delivered a swift punch to his jaw. He staggered and fell against one of the desks, hand immediately going to nurse his aching area. In the meantime, you took the folder with the documents and put more distance between you two.

The moment you exited, your calm façade shattered and you let out shaky breaths as you tried to compose yourself and keep the upcoming panic attack at bay. You shoved the folder in your bag before adjusting your hold on it, shouldering it properly as you walked down the hallway.

“Thank you for arranging everything for me. But I’d rather go with Professor Xavier. If you can accept me into your summer practice program, I’m sure he’ll have no problem accepting me into his... Have a good day,” you muttered as you took a couple of steps backwards, while he watched on with a stupefied expression, before completely turning around and briskly walking out of the classroom.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion around you and you couldn’t help but think that people were looking at you, laughing at you, whispering about you as they passed you by, covering their mouths with their hands and leaning to utter vile words in each other’s ears, eyes never leaving your form.

It felt as if they all knew what had just happened and thought of you as a dirty person, blamed you, thought you provoked him somehow. If you had a skirt, you would’ve pulled it down. But you had jeans instead. You didn’t understand how and why it happened. Have you done something to evoke such a reaction? Have you done something that made him think you’d agree to something like this?

Why were men like this? Why were they so filthy? So self-centered? Why did they think everything and everyone had to abide by them? Why did they think they had a right to do whatever they wanted without facing consequences? As if women weren’t human beings.

They disgusted you sometimes.

You had to keep reminding yourself that not everybody was like Steve, Eddie, your brothers, the rest of the party, Hopper. How different would’ve the world been if they were, though?

You saw yet another pair of girls pass you by, their eyes burning your flesh as they whispered something, and you quickly pulled the sleeves of your leather jacket and shifted your arm out of their range of vision as your pace increased.

You just wanted to hide somewhere and breathe. You wanted to be able to breathe properly and freely because that’s something you hadn’t been able to do since the incident last summer.

You couldn’t wait for spring break to come because at least then you’d get to spend time with Steve and the others who you missed dearly. Maybe going back to Hawkins and spending time with them was what you needed to finally have a breakthrough and get that gulp of fresh air that you craved so you could finally move on and heal those wounds that you were unable to prior to now.

You wanted to finally go back home.

“So, how was your day?” Joyce asked, now your turn having come to share how your day went, and you shrugged, shoving a spoonful of chicken soup in your mouth and making everyone share a look. “Honey, you’re awfully quiet today. Is everything alright?” your mom asked again and you sighed, forcing a smile.

“It’s…more than alright, actually,” you began. “It seems my professors hold me-” you gulped and clenched and unclenched your hands nervously. “-in high regard. They offered me to accompany them on a couple of archeological trips, part of a summer practice program for the higher-course students,” you explained as you tried to force down the nauseating feeling that flooded you.

“What? But that’s wonderful!” exclaimed your mother, grinning from ear to ear and the rest smiled brightly.

“I knew you could do it! Never doubted you for a second,” El added and suddenly it wasn’t that hard to keep up the fake smile if it meant that your family would be happy and at ease. Besides, it’s not like you were lying. You were simply…not telling the whole story.

“Thank you…I can’t wait to tell Steve and the others.”

“I’m sure they’ll be ecstatic. Eddie especially is going to jump up and down, I just know it,” joined Jonathan and you chuckled.

“I can already form an image. But anyways, did you guys know that when you're underwater sound bypasses your eardrum and the bones of your middle ear and travels to the inner ear? This is called bone conduction and it apparently allows us to hear sounds underwater that are much higher in pitch than those we hear on land,” you rambled on and Jonathan, who was still high, scrunched up his face as he tried to concentrate on what you were saying, staring at you with dumb expression, and Will kicked his foot under the table, making him jump a little. “In one study, participants were able to hear frequencies as high as 200,000 hertz underwater, which is ten times higher than the top frequency that people are able to hear on land. Being underwater just seems magical, doesn't it?”

“Honey, you're getting more and more into this...whole marine thing. Are you considering becoming a maritime archaeologist or something?” asked Joyce curiously, eyebrows raised, and you shrugged.

“I'm actually...not sure about that yet,” you looked down at your bowl, swaying the spoon left and right, forming patterns in the soup. “I'm still fascinated by Egypt and other ancient civilizations and I wish to explore the old history of our world that's been buried and hidden. But one day perhaps, I wouldn't mind exploring the ocean too. After all, a lot of land got swallowed by the water throughout the centuries. Imagine what you can find down there,” you hummed as you scooped some of the liquid and popped the spoon in your mouth.

“Well, I can't,” slurred Jonathan. “I feel like I'd just suffocate the moment I dive in.”

“And since when are you claustrophobic?” you arched a brow and Will sighed, rubbing his temple in exasperation at his brother’s recklessness and irresponsibility.

“Okay, guys, let’s finish this up quickly,” ushered them Joyce, noticing something out of the ordinary in Jonathan’s and your behavior but choosing to let it slide for now and not pressure her children into talking about it, while pouring some refreshing lemonade in each of your glasses. “We gotta go to bed early today if we want Y/N to be on time for her flight tomorrow.”

“It’s kinda funny, isn’t it?” El tilted her head. “Mike is coming here tomorrow and Y/N is leaving. They’re gonna pass each other.”

“Yeah, honestly I regret that I won’t be able to see him but who knows? We might still get an opportunity.”

The only person who deflated at the mention of Mike’s arrival and your department and didn’t seem to be excited about it at all, the only person who wasn’t as bubbly and hyper as the others because he had a horrible, gnawing feeling that wouldn’t let him be at peace, was Will.

He just played with his food and silently watched the others converse, worried eyes following your form as if afraid you were going to be swallowed by the sand.

He did not want you to return to Hawkins.

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Tags: @anxiousbeech @ooenjoythesilenceoo

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Eddie Munson x MKUltra!Reader: Something About Us

I wanted to write something for MKUltra!Experiment! Reader in an attempt to make a more non binary option for readers.

The storyline was inspired by Interstella 5555, which is a visual companion to Daft Punk’s Discovery album. The scene is from “Something About Us”, which I highly recommend watching for the visual effects and story. I believe Interstella itself is available to watch free on YouTube these days.

I’d like to explore more of this character in the future, so let me know if you’d like to see more of the storyline I have in mind.

Trigger Warnings: Main character death, blood, spoilers for Season 4

***

This time… he didn’t run away…

And you tried to help…

What a fool…

You approached slowly, exhausted. Limping from the pain of battle and just as chewed up as the love of your life was. It didn’t look good for him: flattened on the ground, bleeding from the mouth and monster-made orifices.

Dustin looked at you, tears in his eyes as Eddie, his friend, the one he saw as a brother, told him weakly that he loved him.

“Thirteen…” Dustin whispered, “He… He isn’t going to make it… Do something.”

I know… you thought bitterly. Neither am I.

At the end of the day, you knew you weren’t your “sister”. You wanted to help, but what good was your power when all it could do was show rather than do.

You gently but firmly pushed Dustin Henderson aside, reaching out to stroke his chubby cheek. A wet streak of sanguine ran down the pale baby fat, marked by your shaking fingers.

You had a mission. One last declaration to make that you were saving for Eddie.

Eddie Munson coughed. Dribbles of wine colored life running down the corners of his mouth as your beloved looked at you through wet, dark eyes.

“Baby…” he whispered, calling the name he’d given you.

To everyone else, you were Thirteen. A connection to their Eleven. In their eyes, a replacement.

But to Eddie… you were more than that.

I know, Eddie… don’t talk…

You took his hands in yours, resting your forehead against his. This was what you’d come here for. Dragged yourself with the last of your strength, sheer force of mind propelling you forward and to his side. Even though the demobats had taken chunks, you kept going. Pressing on with one mission:

You wanted to make the Pictures for him. Just one last time.

And he knew.

“Pi… pic…”

A bloody finger pressed to his lips.

Shhh… don’t talk. Just let me show you…

You leaned in closer, sharing the last of his breath, closing your eyes. Focusing the last spark of energy. Manipulating the pictures that vividly danced across your imagination. It had taken time. Had taken expertise and five long years to hone.

But Eddie had fine tuned it. His words and beautiful way with linguistics had inspired your imagination, and with his weaving of words you learned to make your own Pictures. No longer were you a surveillance camera forced to document everything and see horrors beyond recognition. You were no longer Papa’s camcorder. You could make your own worlds, your own Pictures of beauty and magic to chase away the dark.

And you wanted to show this beauty to Eddie. Your beloved. Your savior. Just as he’d shown it to you, one on one, playing dice games on the worn out coffee table of the Munson trailer.

Your castle…

You pressed his cold hands to your forehead, eyes opening, irises milky white.

Instead of the Upside Down, your Pictures washed over the landscape, with his touch you showed him how your surroundings in your mind were an elven paradise. No longer twisted, dark blue, or deadly poison. Instead you showed him Pictures of Greyhawk, the worlds he’d described to you from the depths of his vivid dream-like imagination. You used your Pictures to show him grassland dales, the City of Splendors, rivulets of starlight that marked the Astral Plane, dragons soaring through the clouds with red leathery wings cutting through the soft fluff of white against a blue sky…

One last visual burst of color, one last moment of respite to show him that you loved him. You would always love him.

Just one last moment of happiness before the end came to take the both of you.

You hoped he saw it… before he hissed out one final breath, and before your eyes closed forever…

[26wh57]

Lilly Harrington



Summary - it is Christmas and the Harringtons family are spending it in Florida and they get to invite one person each Steve obviously invited his girlfriend, Ruby and Lilly got forced by Steve to invite, Alex because he didn’t want him to spend it without his sister, Ruby and stay at home at Christmas with his drunk Dad.

The Florida sun beat down on the Harrington family's rented beach house as Lilly, a whirlwind of blonde hair and blue eyes, stomped around the living room, muttering under her breath. 'Christmas in Florida? Seriously?' she griped, kicking a strategically placed palm frond.

'It's a change of pace, Lil,' Steve, her brother, said, trying to sound nonchalant as he wrestled with a tangled strand of Christmas lights. He'd invited his girlfriend, Ruby, to join them, a decision Lilly had begrudgingly accepted. Ruby was nice enough, though a little too 'perfect' for Lilly's taste.

The real problem was Alex. Steve, in a fit of overprotective brotherliness, had insisted Lilly invite Alex, her best friend, and his sister, Ruby. Alex was a force of nature, a blur of energy and impulsive decisions, and at 13, he was a walking disaster. He was currently trying to assemble a Christmas tree, resulting in a tangled mess of branches and limbs.

'He's going to break it,' Lilly muttered, her eyes narrowed at Alex.

'He's just trying to help,' Ruby said, rescuing a pine branch from Alex's clumsy grasp. She was used to Alex's antics, having grown up with him, and a kind smile graced her lips as she helped him untangle the Christmas lights.

Lilly rolled her eyes. 'He's got ADHD, Ruby, not a bad case of 'helpful.' '

Alex, completely unfazed by Lilly's barb, grinned at Ruby. 'See? Lilly's finally admitting I'm helpful!' He then proceeded to accidentally drop a bauble, causing it to shatter on the floor.

'Alex!' Lilly shrieked, her frustration boiling over. She was about to unleash a full-force, teenage tirade when Steve intervened. 'Look, Lil, you know Alex needs his sister, and Ruby needs her brother. Just let it go for one day, okay?'

Lilly, despite her inner rebellion, knew Steve was right. Alex was her best friend, even if he was a walking, talking, Christmas-decorating disaster. She sighed, grabbing a broom to clean up the shattered bauble.

'Fine,' she grumbled, 'but if he breaks anything else, I'm blaming you, Steve. You're the one who insisted on inviting them.'

The ensuing days were a whirlwind of beach trips, sunburns, and Christmas cheer, albeit a bit chaotic. Alex, in his energetic chaos, somehow managed to get his head stuck in the banister while trying to reach a high-up ornament. Ruby, ever the practical one, had to pry him free.

Despite the occasional drama, Lilly found herself enjoying the holiday with her friends. Even Alex, with his tendency to get into trouble, was a welcome addition to their Christmas adventures. As they walked along the beach, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink, Lilly felt a small flicker of warmth in her heart. Maybe Christmas in Florida wasn't so bad after all.

[hawkinsgirlnextdoor]

okay but imagine dming a girls-only dnd campaign with Nancy, Robin, El, Max, and Erica

The D&D scene in Hawkins has always been kind of barren. A boys club if you will. Of course there was always the party and the Hellfire Club but you were always looking for a space where you could feel more comfortable playing with other girls. 

When things become more stable in Hawkins you acquired a solid group of female friends. Nancy and Robin are your age, and while you definitely spend time with the boys, you’ve started to hang out just the three of you. 

El and Max are younger than you but you always enjoy their company. You serve as a kind of older sister figure to the party and the two of them kind of look up to you. 

You’ve only recently started hanging around Erica but you like her a lot and once she gets in to D&D you two start to bond. 

It’s actually Erica’s idea to start the campaign in the first place. 

All of the girls are coming in with different levels of experience. 

Nancy has observed D&D through Mike for a good chunk of her life and has occasionally participated so she knows the basic mechanics and other random facts about the game. 

Robin has never touched a 20 sided die in her life. The people that she’s hung out with before the summer of 85 were never the type to play D&D and she barley knew it existed before the whole Satanic Panic thing started to sweep Hawkins. 

Max has always been a bit put off by D&D. At first it was something that was used to exclude her from the group and once she became friends with the party she would be insecure that she wasn’t as good at it as the boys were. Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will had been playing forever and she feels like she doesn’t fit in.

When you pitch the idea to her you assure her that the majority of the participants are starting from square one and there's nothing to be worried about. That persuades her to give it a shot. 

El is just happy to be doing something with other girls. Of course she’s friends with Max but she longs for more female company. She also knows a little about D&D due to how much Mike has tried to explain it to her. 

Once Robin is introduced to D&D and learns the rules she’s super psyched about playing and creating her character. She also rolls her dice really weird (big Ally Beardsley ala Fantasy High energy). 

Robin is obsessed with languages so she quickly tries to learn Elvish and uses it during role play. Her experience in drama also leads her to commit especially hard (sometimes too much lol). 

As for classes and races: Robin plays as a teifling bard, Erica as a half-elf rouge, Max as a tabaxi barbarian (my first instinct was also rouge but Lady Applejack is already a rouge so gahhh), El as a half-elf mage, and Nancy as an elven duel class cleric and fighter.

Nancy is the resident note taker and jots down every detail, stat, and piece of inventory. 

She also probably unravels all of your planning with her great detective work. Like you’ll spend ten hours crafting a mystery that's supposed to be revealed in the very last session and she cracks it by the third.

Erica spends hours hand painting minis for each character. The detail is astounding.

"Did you paint a tiny star in her eye?" "I'm thorough."

El is that player who cannot do basic addition for the life of her (aka me). Max always has her back though.

"I rolled an eighteen. Eighteen plus seven is ....." "Twenty five." "Thank you."

El is also proficient in animal handling and constantly adopts wildly dangerous creatures to be her pets.

You might think that Erica is a head-straight-into-battle kind of player due to the absolute powerhouse that is Lady Applejack but she's actually incredibly tactical. Her and Nancy tend to alternate as party leader.

Max and Robin on the other hand are the kind of players who crave chaos.

You: "The villager seems to know something about the creature that lives in the woods. You can see however that he's apprehensive to answer any of your questions."

Max: "This guy is totally shady." Robin: "Yeah you're right ... we should punch him." Max: "Oh my god you're so right. If I roll a nat 20 can a tooth fly out?"

As a DM you are very attentive to your players. You craft scenarios for each girl to shine and show their growth as a player. You also make little dice boxes and customize. You make their favorite treats and have them in the middle of the table every session.

You notice they all seem to be getting closer and more comfortable with the game which warms your heart.

Sessions are hosted on Friday nights and usually conclude with movies, pizza, and sleeping over someone's house based on the availability of their living room.

Each girl also gets to make her own mixtape to play during sessions. The vibes of which are all over the place. Joan Jett, Pat Benatar, Kate Bush, Tiffany, Blondie. The works.

The environment of the campaign is so comfortable. Yes you're putting their characters through horrible danger and mental gymnastics but its out of love <3.

Your players are amazing. You feel so lucky that you're able to share something you love with the girls in your life and make it your own.

By the time you're nearing the end of your campaign Dustin and Lucas are begging to get in on the action for the next one, only to be disappointed when Robin slams the door in their faces clarifying that this party is "Ladies Only!".

[aloneinthehellfire]

RAINING HELLFIRE [READER'S VERSION]

Raining Hellfire Series

Synopsis:

Lost scenes from the RH series, all suggested by my readers! If you want to read scenes I didn't write before, or to see a specific scene from a different pov, feel free to request in my asks!

!contains spoilers for Raining Hellfire!

RH1

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RH2

A Silent Night Wouldn’t Feel Right

Summary: After all the horror from Halloween, the close calls and the nightmares, you deserved a day with your friends that didn’t involve chasing after theories or running from monsters.

RH3

Steve's Epiphany

Summary: While you try and find your previously abandoned radio in hopes of contacting help, Steve and Robin slip away from their cinema experience to end up in the bathroom, sharing truths about their lives they never admitted before.

The Gunshot

Summary: The Scoops Troop are backed into a corner and Steve doesn’t think there could be anything worse… until you’re facing danger he can’t protect you from.

RH4

The Third Time Eddie Thought He Lost You

Summary: Just when Eddie started thinking they'd never find you, you quite literally show up at their door... sporting a knife and a terrified expression.

[reina-writes]

PLEASE NOTE: REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED, I will take more requests at the end of August.

Requests for short " x reader" stories are open until Mon 31.7. for following:

✔️ The Mandalorian

✔️ Marvel

✔️ Fate: The Winx Saga

✔️ Task Force 141

✔️ Stranger Things

❌️ No smut, no drugs, no abusing behaviour.

✅️ Fluff, comfort, funny, happy, making you smile.