#hvbris: El/Jane

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@hvbris​ asked: Kiss, Marry, Kill (the PG version for the kiddos lmao) for Max: Mike, El, Lucas? 

Fuck, Marry, Kill || ACCEPTING

🕹️ “I’m surprised you know this game but really... Kiss, Marry, Kill? Ugh...”

She huffed slightly while rolling over onto her back as she thought for a moment, brow furrowing as she managed to keep her cheeks from turning red. 

“I mean... I’ve already kissed Lucas, so that’s not anything to interesting... So I’m going to with either kissing you or kissing Mike.”

She paused and looked over at them. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

Rolling back to look up at the ceiling, they gave a small hum.

“Probably... date you or Lucas- since it’s a bit early to think about marriage. And I guess depending on who’s left, kill either Lucas or Mike.”

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@hvbris​ || Billy & El

Since he’d crawled his way out of the Upside Down, Billy was not quite...the same. He still didn’t know how he even managed to survive the Mindflayer, or how long he’d been in the Upside Down. It must have been quite a bit of time, because even though he’d healed (another thing he couldn’t figure out) the lack of basic necessities had ravaged his body. He was thin and pale. Dark bruises had formed under his eyes and there was a distant look in those eyes more often than not. Billy spent so much time looking over his shoulder, waiting for the moment the demobats came after him again. Or Vecna, who had tormented him the entire time he’d been in that hellscape by using his deepest fears against him. 

But he was alive. Billy had been given a second chance that he wouldn’t waste.

Not only had he changed physically and emotional exhaustion had crept in, but he could feel things he hadn’t felt before. No, not things. People. Those who had also been in the Upside Down in some form. It was how he knew Eleven was back in Hawkins. There was a specific type of energy about her that he recognized. Billy didn’t know how to explain it but it drew him toward the girl. 

Which was how he found himself outside of Hopper’s cabin in the middle of the woods. He hesitated for a long time before ascending the porch steps and knocking on the door. When Eleven answered, Billy looked down at her and felt his chest tighten. How could this girl have been such a catalyst for him? He didn’t know. 

“Hi,” he said awkwardly. “Um...so should I call you Eleven or Jane now?”

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        Plotted Starter !         Eleven Jane Hopper   -   @hvbris​

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 It was like Joyce all over again. He didn’t want to believe she was right there in front of him, right there, close enough to touch. That he was going to hear her voice. He’d convinced himself he was gonna die in that prison. That maybe, just maybe, he could make his life worth something by using it to destroy that thing, to end this curse for good. 

 The demogorgon. It was a sick joke that the last thing he’d probably see was one of those ugly bastards. But he’d resigned himself to that fate. For El. For Joyce too. He was gonna die, but he’d die fighting, finishing the job they’d all been burdened with as best he could.

 But here he was. Home. Hawkins. Exhausted, malnourished, battered, bruised, broken. Maybe not entirely. Maybe that last scrap of hope had been worth hanging onto after all. And whatever strength he’d managed to recuperate on the journey back from Alaska almost left him when he saw his daughter on the porch. 

 God, was she taller? And her hair- she was as bald as him right now. But that didn’t matter. She looked...older, so much older since he last saw her. He felt the sting of stolen time in his chest, his mind racing with all the things he’d probably missed.

   “Hey, kid.” His voice wavered, trying to joke through the overwhelming emotion, to act casual, like she hadn’t spent all this time thinking he was dead. It still felt like a dream. Any second now, any second, he’d wake up with a start, teeth chattering, pain throbbing through his whole body.

 The seconds ticked by. He was still here. His steps were still rough to take, legs ruined by his escape attempt, but there was nothing on this earth that would stop him from going to her now, his strides getting wider and faster. Like she could still vanish any moment. He had to reach her.

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