#max mayfield blurb

[moonlitmeeks]

watching horror movies with max mayfield. she laughs at herself every time she jumps, poking your cheek teasingly each time you gasp or get a fright. her smile is almost as bright at the tv screen, her hand warm and reassuring in yours. you appreciate the humour in her tone as she comments on the stupid choices made by the characters, looking to you each time to hear you agree. she ends up half asleep, her head in your lap and her breathing shallow, eyelids fluttering closed every so often until you convince her to go to bed with you.

[mentally-gone002]

kisses at the arcade

summary: reader and steve drive dustin to the arcade… and have some of their own fun.

a part 2 to the previous title-less fic that yall loved sm with henderson!reader x steve harrington 

you can find part 1 here, and part 3 here

a/n: so i sent the first part of this to my bestie and she was like “so when do i get a part 2??” and now here we are with a part 2! rlly it is all thanks to her, because not only did she help me make up my mind to make a part 2, but she also helped me completely construct every bit of this!!!! (did i mention she’s never watched ST???) she’s literally amazing so big thank you to my queeeeen!!!!

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dustin charged into the living room slightly out of breath, his ‘thinking cap’ baseball hat smushed over his unruly hair. “mom! can steve drive me to the arcade? mike, will, max and lucas are going.” he panted. 

his sister looked at him from her book while she sat on the couch at the mention of steve. she swallowed back a smile that he’d go out of his way to take her brother to the arcade. 

their mom cleared her throat before she answered. “you can go if your sister does, just to keep and eye on you.” 

dustin looked at his sister with pleading eyes. “please go, we’re gonna try and beat max’s records.” he said. 

“while max is there?” she asked, closing the book and placing it onto the coffee table gently. dustin nodded. “sure, i don’t wanna miss the look on your guys’ faces when she stays with her top score.” her words made dustin scoff while she walked off to her bedroom to grab a sweater and her bag. 

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when steve’s red bmw made its appearance onto their driveway, dustin raced out the front door and his sister followed behind him slowly. she shivered from the early december air that nipped at her cheeks and nose, so she picked up her pace. 

“your sisters got the front tonight, henderson!” she heard steve tell dustin, to which he replied with a groan that sounded like betrayal. she looked at dustin with a smile and stuck out her tongue. 

“real mature.” dustin rolled his eyes while he climbed into the backseat. 

she slipped into the passenger seat and flashed a bright smile at steve before he put the car into gear and began the drive to the arcade across town. 

it was a short drive but after some light conversation and a fair amount of bickering between dustin and steve it felt a bit longer. by the time steve pulled into the parking lot dustin was out of the car and racing towards the arcade. 

“wait until the car is in park next time!” his sister called from out the window before rolling it back up. she turned her face towards steve. “hi.” she smiled. 

“hey.” he smiled back at her, the corners of his eyes creasing in a way that made her heart beat faster. she didn’t know why. 

he reached a hand across the gap between them to connect his palm with the side of her face. she leans into the touch, shifting in her seat to get closer, reaching her own hand to connect with the side of his neck. 

he tried to contain his smile but what was the use if she’s there to create it? steve’s hand slowly drifts down her arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake, which she’d blame on the time of year if he asked, until his palm rested on her knee. the honey color in his irises were almost chased away from how his pupils were blown out. 

his gaze shifted between both of her eyes as he whispered, “you look beautiful tonight, you know that, right?”

she felt her face heat up at the compliment and her eyes shifted away from his for a brief second. “thank you.” her voice was a volume just above a whisper.

steve lifts his hand from her knee to hook his fingers beneath her chin, directing her face towards his. his tongue darts between his barely parted lips prior to leaning over the center console, gently connecting his lips with hers. the taste of her strawberry lipgloss made him smile. 

the sound of her heartbeat was in her ears, making it hard to think of anything other than him and the way his soft lips slowly danced against hers rhythmically. her fingers tangled in his soft chestnut hair while she pulled away to breathe, eyes still closed and her forehead to his. “we should go inside. the kids are probably wondering where we are.” she didn’t want to say this but she knew that keeping an eye on the kids was the best idea, considering that they’d still be paranoid due to the events from a month ago.

steve knew she was right but he was feeling greedy, only wanting her all to himself right now. “they’ll be okay without us, won’t they?” he wondered quietly as he reached for her hip, smoothing his thumb over the fabric of her clothes covering it. steve pulled her closer to him, being mindful of the console separating them. 

with labored breaths and a butterfly filled stomach she nodded, giving in to him. “what if they come out and see us?” she asked with a quick pull away from their proximity. her eyebrows were pinched together, creating a tiny wrinkle between them that steve wanted to smooth away with his thumb.

steve brings her back in and tilted his head to the side. “they won’t, baby, i promise.” he gave her a reassuring grin, making sure she mirrored it before once again connecting their lips together. 

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dustin angrily shifted the joystick and pressed the buttons of the arcade machine, trying to make more progress and wrack up the most points so that he’d finally beat max’s score on dig-dug. as he played, lucas, mike, will and max huddled around his back to watch the screen with nervous anticipation. 

“look out!” lucas exclaimed, pointing at an enemy just before it killed dustin’s character. 

the game made the animated sound signifying that he lost and dustin kicked the machine. “son of a bitch.” he sighed, shoving a hand into his coat pocket to try and pull more coins for another round; his pocket was empty. “anyone have any quarters i can barrow?” he asked the group. they all shook their heads, wanting to keep theirs for themselves. 

“ask your sister for some, i’m sure she’d have some.” will suggested with a smile. everyone else nodded in agreement, finding the idea a good one. 

dustin turned around, staring at the bench beside the front doors where both his sister and steve should have been. “hey, has anyone seen my sister or steve?” he looked back at the group. everyone turned their heads towards the bench at once. “they aren’t there, dumbasses, that’s why i’m asking.” he clarified. 

mike shrugged. “maybe they’re still outside?” he sounded bored at the fact they were trying to solve the mystery of dustin’s missing sister and steve harrington. 

dustin nodded. “probably.” he said before running towards the doors, dodging away from other kids. everyone followed on his heels all the way outside into the cold until they all stopped outside the red bmw which was still running. 

dustin reached for the passenger door handle without even looking inside, his only concern at that moment was quarters. “hey, do you have any- what the hell are you doing?” he exclaimed, stepping back with the door still ajar.

his sister and steve pulled away from each other’s lips in surprise, both staring at dustin’s wide eyes and disgusted expression first before noticing all his friends staring as well. steve shot dustin a nervous smile while she wiped the mixture of their saliva and her lipgloss away from her mouth.

“giving mouth to mouth.” max mumbled and caused the group snicker with laughter. 

dustin harshly nudged lucas, the closest to him, as a sign for him to shut up; lucas did after a small protest of how the shove hurt. “do you have any quarters? i spent mine already.” dustin reached for and snatched away his sisters bag off the floor beside her feet.

she stole it back from him. “hey! don’t dig through my things.” she said firmly, going for her wallet. “how many do you need?” her question made the group smile. 

dustin shrugged. “twenty for what i just witnessed.” he muttered. she shot him a glare. “i mean- just three dollars worth.” he reiterated with an innocent smile. 

she dug around for quarters and handed them all to dustin when she found the amount he wanted. the group took that as a sign to go back inside since they began to grumble about the cold. dustin tried to follow but his sister called him back.

“please don’t tell mom, okay?” she asked with pleading eyes. dustin nodded which made her sigh in relief. 

“you owe me though. and you,” he pointed at steve. “you owe me as well.” steve nodded in understanding which made dustin walk back towards the arcade, slamming the car door before he left. 

she looked back at him, bottom lip held between her teeth anxiously. steve frowned at her expression and leaned towards her. “hey, it’s okay.” his hand smoothed over her hair slowly, the curls bouncing back once his hand brushed them over. “maybe it is time to y’know… tell people?” he shrugged. his hand settled lightly on her shoulder. 

her teeth let go of her lip so she could speak. “yeah… i just wish he didn’t have to find out like that.” her concern had steve nodding with adamant agreement. she looked away from him in thought. 

he dropped his head to the side as his hand guided her face and eyes back to his. “it’s all gonna work out for us, okay? you don’t have to worry.” the kindness in his eyes made her feel more sure about the situation so she nodded in advance to leaning forward to press her lips against his again. she just wanted to be extra sure, and he kissed back with a gentle assurance.

it was going to work out for them. 

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to anyone wondering… yes there will be a part 3 and i’m working on it rtn!!! coming very soon yall

[oneforthemunny]

Reader meeting mafia!eddies friends for the first time (Gareth, Jeff, max etc) fluff😁

a little bit of mafia!eddie fluff this fine morning <3

"Are you nervous?" Eddie looked over at you, hand sliding down the bare skin of your thigh, free hand on the wheel.

You fidgeted, fingers twisting nervously. You knew he could feel it, that he was trying to soothe you under his sweet touch, but it just made your chest tighten even more. "Yeah," You admitted, gnawing on your bottom lip.

Eddie grinned at you sweetly. "Don't be nervous, baby." He hummed, giving your thigh a soft squeeze. "You're gonna love them."

You let out a breathy, nervous giggle. "I'm not worried about liking them." You muttered. "I'm worried about them liking me."

Eddie shook his head. "They're gonna love you, baby." He said, a finality in his tone that had your heart swelling. "Trust me."

It was a big step- a huge step, really. Inviting you to meet his friends- his business partners. The most trusted people in his life. It was such a vulnerable step that it made your chest tighten.

Eddie kept his circle small, you'd give him that. Three people sitting at the back booth of the restaurant Eddie always took you to. The small room in the back that was always private and reserved for him.

Eddie nodded, curt but calm when he walked in, his hand finding the small of your back gently guiding you with him. He rubbed your back through the silk of your dress as he introduced you to each person. He knew it calmed you. After the countless nights you two had spent together, he'd learned that.

"Hi," You squeaked, tight and overwhelmed with nerves. You wanted to make a good impression, to have them like you.

Jeff smiled at you warmly. "We've heard a lot about you, you know?" A teasing, lightness to his tone.

"Really?" You lifted a brow, looking at Eddie carefully, taking the seat that he pulled out for you.

"Oh, yeah. You tamed the untamable." Jeff snickered lightly, shoulder nudging Max's in playfulness. "Of course we heard about you."

"Yeah, we wanted to meet you the second Eddie told us he had at date. A real date too," Max added, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Not with the hookers at the club that he usually-"

"-Alright." Eddie snapped, eyes cutting to hers in such a menacing way it had you shivering. Max only howled in laughter, her and Jeff falling into each other in giggles.

Eddie turned to you, and for the first time ever, you could see his cheeks pink with embarrassment that he tried to hide. "They weren't hookers." Eddie added, giving you a softened look. "I don't need to hire my hookups like some people here." He hissed, glaring at Jeff.

You shifted uncomfortably, giving a soft, nervous giggle. Your eyes met Gareth, across the table. He'd glared at you since you'd first walked in, giving nothing but a curt nod, lips snarled in near disgust at you. A look he still had now.

"Um," Your hands were clammy, wiping them gently under the table. "How long have you all known each other?"

"Since high school." Max said.

"Since Junior High, for me and Gare." Jeff nodded towards Gareth with a grin he didn't return. "We were all into Dungeons and Dragons. Used to play it growing up all the time in Gareth's mom's basement."

"Dungeons and Dragons?" You lifted a brow, a tiny smile on your lips when you turned to Eddie, his face flushing in heat. "I didn't know you liked that game."

"Oh, yeah," Jeff snorted lightly. "Eddie used to be our Dungeon Master in high school. Made a whole fuckin' club."

"Dungeon Master, huh?" You giggled, squeezing Eddie's knee playfully under the table. He didn't squirm, but he tensed under your teasing.

"Yeah," Eddie's voice cracked, swallowing to even it. "It's, uh, it's fun. You ever played?"

"No," You shook your head. "Never."

"Oh, it's so much fun." Jeff nodded. "We still play sometimes. Well, when we're free." He lifted a brow at Eddie's glare. "What? We do."

"You should play sometime." Max added. "I just started playing when I met them, but it's pretty entertaining. Or at least watching them lose their shit on each other is hilarious-"

"-So, where did you say you met Eddie?" Gareth's biting tone came from the other end of the table, silencing the playful conversation you'd been having.

You swallowed, shifting uncomfortably, his eyes glaring into you. "Uh, at my job." Your voice was shaky and unsure. "I-I work at the bank."

"But you're not from here?" Gareth's eyes narrowed.

"No," You shook your head. "I-I'm from-"

"-So, you end up in Hawkins, and immediately start dating Eddie?" Gareth's tone was suspect. The table was eerily quiet, Eddie tensing beside you.

"I-I didn't- I was roommates with Nancy in college, and I needed a job, so she, um, she got me a job at the bank with Joyce-" You were stammering nervously. You weren't sure why he frightened you so much. You knew Eddie knew everything about your home life, that he'd looked into you the second he saw you.

"-You don't think that's weird?" Gareth scoffed, looking over at Eddie.

Eddie's teeth grit. "No," He sneered. "I already looked into it. Me and Rick, Gareth, you fucking know that."

Gareth's eyes rolled over you unimpressed. "Besides," Eddie's hand fell on your under the table, squeezing it tightly. "I asked her out."

Max gasped lightly, brows shooting up in surprise. "No!' She gasped. "You didn't tell us that, Munson. Is that true?" She looked at you.

You nodded, swallowing your nerves. "Yeah," You forced a small smile, still shaken by Gareth. "He, uh, he came in and was kinda an asshole." You smirked at Eddie.

Max cackled, leaning across the table towards you. "No, I gotta hear this. Eddie won't talk about it, now I know why." She snickered. "Go on, tell me every fucking detail."

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Eddie and Max get out of the hospital at the same time. Eddie's scars are tender. It hurts to move sometimes. But he's got ointment, and pain pills, he'll be fine.

Max can see, not super well, but it improves a little every week. Her arms are mostly healed, she still has slings for when they ache. Her legs are healed, technically, the bones anyway. But she's got braces and isn't supposed to walk on them yet. She can stand on them for a couple minutes off and on to stretch them. But she goes to physical therapy multiple times a week.

Her mom had been rightly worried and upset and freaked out, because they couldn't afford a van for her wheelchair. And yeah she can get out of her wheelchair if she needs too, but its easier on her body if she can just, roll in and out of a vehicle.

So eddie tells her mom he can drive her around. All they need is a ramp for his van. He already had straps in the back to secure things, they use them on Gareth's drum set. The relief on Max's mothers face and the way she hugs him genlty is... too much. He just smiles and looks away, nodding when she thanks him again.

He drives her to therapy twice and decides that her trailer needs a ramp too. A good one. He can't help lift Max's chair, so he just has to watch Max's mom struggle to get her up the stairs.

So he goes home and starts drawing. He can see it in his head, the way he wants it, bigger than it probably needs to be, but he wants the slope to be low impact, because once her arms get strong enough to move herself, he wants her to able to do that. He just... doesn't know how he's gonna manage to DO all this.

But he goes to the hardware store one day, with Wayne, because Wayne knows things, about everything. And Wayne helps him pick out the wood, they estimate the numbers and then buy a little more, just in case. And they load it up, and drop it by Max's house. And the next day, Wayne goes to work, and so does Eddie.

He ties his hair back, shoves himself into a pair of Wayne's old cover alls, and walks slowly over to Max's, she doesn't have therapy today, or the next two. Eddie doesn't think he can get it done by then, but he's gonna fucking get it started if it kills him. He pops a pain pill into his mouth, takes a swig from the water he'd brought with him, takes a look at the drawing he'd made, and gets to work.

Max rolls onto her small porch steps about an hour into Eddie's work, he's been measuring and cutting and just separating things into piles. She says his name softly and he looks up, squinting, he's covered in sweat. And his body fucking hurts. He wipes at his forehead with his arm and limps over to Max. She's holding out a new glass of water.

"What are you doing?" Her voice is ...tight. Like she knows exactly what he's doing. Eddie chugs the water and hands her back the empty glass.

"What? You don't like suprises?" He huffs, smiles with the tease. She smiles back, her bottom lip trembling slightly. He rests his hand gently on her knee, gives it a squeeze, then heads back to where he was,

"Go inside. I can't keep an eye you when I'm working and if you roll off that teeny tiny porch you're mom'll kill me." She snorts, but does as he says. A few minutes later Eddie hears the door slap shut again, and looks up to see another glass of water sitting on the porch. He shouts a thank you, and keeps working.

It only takes another hour before he almost has a breakdown. His skin hurts, he's hot, his hands are shaking. He's downed three more glasses of water. His last thank you had been so strangled that Max had just looked at him and then disappeared into the house.

He's sitting on the porch steps now, hands shaking in his lap, tears falling down his face. He can't take another pill yet. He's got two hours. He takes a few very deep breathes, about to steel himself and get back to work, his hands are on his knees, about to push himself up, when he hears the car.

He looks up, and Steve's car is parking at his house. His hands fall from his knees. But its not just Steve in the car, Nancy and Robin are there too. All of them in old looking jeans, and ratty looking shirts.

Robin's are covered in paint. Eddie's breathing goes shakey as Steve pats Robin's shoulder and points at Eddie. Robin nods and heads for him, doing a weird little run, Eddie can't help but smile. Steve and Nancy are grabbing things from Steve's trunk, Eddie doesn't see what things, before Robin is filling his vision, dropping to her knees in front of him looking concerned as her hands gently cradle his face.

"Hey you. You okay? Max said you might need some help." Robin breaths it out like a sigh, like she'd been holding in her worry. Eddie bites his lip to stop it from trembling anymore and nods. She nods back with a smile.

"Okay cool. Well, help is here. Help being, Steve and Nancy." She nods to them.

"And I'm gonna sit with you until you're feeling a bit better okay? Then you can jump back in." Steve clears his throat aggressively as he walks past her at that. Robin's face scrunches.

"Maybe." She tells Eddie. Steve was ... was he mad? He wasn't looking at Eddie, just helping Nancy get the tools they'd need out of the box they brought. Eddie had some tools, but just for one person. Robin rubs his knee gently and squishes in next to him on the stairs.

"So you got baby sitting duty?" He asks her, his side pressing into her as almost all the fight to stay upright leaves his body. She's steady beside him, holds him up easily, her hand curling around his bicep for extra support.

"Well, Nancy and Steve thought it was probably best that I don't handle tools. So yeah, but hey, babysitting you's not so bad. I mean you're a GREAT conversationalist." Robin smiles brightly at him, watches him try to smile back and then grimace.

"You okay?" Her voice is concerned now, and that apparently draws Steve's attention. He's at Eddie side in the time it takes for Eddie to nod, his face still scrunched in pain. Steve kneels, looks up at him.

"Where are your pills?" He asks. Eddie shakes his head.

"Hour an a half." Eddie grunts out. Steve's head falls and then it's shaking, he sighs, and fuck, he sounds disappointed. And he's glaring at Eddie when he finally looks back up.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Doing this by yourself, with no one here but Max to help you if you got hurt. Did you think about that?" Steve's voice gets louder as he talks.

"Steve." Robin's voice, a warning.

"No. Robin. This is... you could've gotten hurt Eddie." He huffs it, his voice is full of frustration, and anger. Eddie just stares at the ground, tries to breathe around the lump in his throat.

"I know I fucked up alright? Can we spare the lecture?" He grits, his voice is wobbly. Steve doesn't hear it, just huffs again and stands, Eddie sees his hands hit his hips and braces for whatever he's gonna say next.

"What was Max supposed to do if you got hurt? Huh? She can't help you dude! And Wayne's at work! You're all alone out here, when you shouldn't even be out here in the first place!" Steve is openly yelling now, both Nancy and Robin saying his name as Eddie's shoulders shake. Eddie clears his throat roughly, pushing the tight feeling away so he can speak. He shoves himself to his feet with a wince, pain shooting through his body.

"You think I dont know that? I know how fucking alone I am. Thank you. Steve." His hand clenches at the pain in his side, a whimper rips out of his throat, tears burn his eyes and fall. Steve looks startled, then concerned, reaches out to steady him, Eddie slaps his hand away, hard.

"Don't fuckin touch me." He growls, wipes at his eyes with shakey hands and starts walking to his trailer. His foot hits a dip in the ground and he stumbles, Robin catches him, just enough to keep him on his feet. She lets go immediately as he shrugs her touch off gently, and keeps walking.

"FUCK!" he yells it, to no one really, just built up frustration clawing its way out of him. He stomps, carefully, up his own trailer steps, and lets the door slam shut behind him.

Max's trailer door squeaks open, and the three of them turn to see her looking at Steve.

"That was harsh. I told you to come help him, not fucking yell at him and make it worse." The look in her eyes could cut glass. Steve droops under her scrutiny, his hands moving to cover his face.

"Fuck. I know." He groans. He looks up, and over to Robin.

"What's wrong with me?" He sighs, his head hanging again. Robin gives him a sympathetic smile, walks closer, rubs at his arm.

"You care about him. And you were mad. And when you're upset you get...." she trails off, thinking.

"Bitchy." Nancy supplies, moving to his other side, her hand on his shoulder as he glares at her.

"What? You do. Eddie was trying to do something nice. Something amazing, actually, for Max." Steve glares harder, she holds her finger up, silencening whatever he was about to interupt her with.

"And yes he went about it the wrong way. He obviously should have called for help." Robin chimes in, squeezing his arm.

"But no one said he was a genius. He's just trying to help." Nancy finishes, moving her hand over his shoulder soothingly.

"I know that. But he can't... he can't just help others to point that he hurts himself!" Steve flails a little, both Robin and Nancy leaning away from him, out of his flail range. They share a look though. And Max snorts behind him. He wips around to look at her.

"What? What was that for?" He asks, his tone, to his dismay, bitchy.

"Did you hear what just came out of your mouth? Have you met yourself?" She asks, crossing her arms carefully over her chest. She glares at him until he deflates. He sighs. Squints against the sun as he looks up at the sky.

"I need to go apologize." He says. All three girls nod.

"Yep." Nancy says, pressing her lips together so she doesn't smile.

"Definitely. 100% yeah." Robin squeezes his arm again, gives him an encouraging nod.

"If you don't. I'm throwing myself down these steps and telling my mom you left me unsupervised." Max says, her voice flat. Steve's eyes widen, and then he gives her a look.

"Jesus. Alright. I was already going. No need for threats." He calls the last part over his shoulder as he makes his way to Eddie's trailer. He bounces up the steps gingerly and knocks.

"Come in." Eddie's voice calls. Steve opens the door, the living room is empty. He walks down to Eddie's room and his heart sinks. Eddie has one arm pulled up inside his coveralls, it's bent at an interesting angle, he's sitting in the edge of his bed, his face is wet with tears. He flinches a little when he sees it's Steve standing there and that hurts Steve too. He moves closer, just one step and then Eddie chokes out,

"I'm stuck." And Steve moves fast. He kneels in front of Eddie, trying to look at the situation, his arm is caught in the sleeve, his elbow shoved into it tightly, he moves Eddie's wrist and Eddie flinches again.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, keeping his voice quiet. Eddie nods, bites his lip. The sleeve is pressing hard into Eddie's arm, right where one of his scars is. Steve winces in sympathy.

"How attached are you to these?" He tugs on the front of the coveralls, Eddie looks at him.

"I'm not. They're Wayne's old pair." He says, his voice tight from the pain.

"Okay good." Steve says as he slides his pocket knife out, flicks it open, and cuts the sleeve in one fluid motion. Eddie's arm drops free, another whimper falls out of him at the release.

Steve cradles Eddie's arm, holds it gently as Eddie catches his breath. His fingers squeeze Eddie's wrist and he opens his eyes. Looks at Steve.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you." Steve says, not letting go of Eddie's wrist. Eddie blinks at him. Stares. Then shakes his head.

"Don't be. I fucked up. You were right. I shouldn't have been out there by myself." Eddie frowns, wipes at his wet face. Steve shakes his head then, pushing himself up onto his knees, his back straightening, moving him closer to Eddie's face.

"No. Don't do that. It wasn't your fault. Okay? I shouldn't have yelled. You were trying to help Max. And I just... I didn't wanna find you hurt. Again." Steve looks at Eddie, really looks at him, tries to convey what he means without having to say it. Eddie's eyes are wide, and a little glassy from crying, but Steve sees it, the moment realization hits him.

"Okay. I won't do it again." Eddie nods, moves his wrist in Steve's hand so he can curl his fingers around Steve's wrist.

"Thank you. Just call us. We'll help you. Okay? And Eddie?" Steve swallows, stands and lifts Eddie to his feet, Eddie blinks at him owlishly.

"You're not alone. I'm sorry if we made you feel that way." Steve whispers it, feels his throat burn as Eddie starts crying again. He wipes at his face and shakes his head, looks at Steve with some strange frown smile combo.

"No I know. I just... it's always just been me. And Wayne. Ya know?" He says, holding onto Steve as he sways, dizzy. Steve holds onto him right back.

"Yeah. Well... not anymore." Steve shrugs, smiles, and then tugs Eddie out of his room. They get him another pain pill, Steve rubs some ointment onto the scar on his arm, and then they go back outside.

Nancy is cutting wood while Robin measures and marks. Steve doesn't let go of Eddie's hand until he has him sitting on the porch steps. Max hands him another glass of water.

"You're drinking me out of house and home Munson." She teases, he stares her down as he chugs the water, holds the glass back out to her and wiggles it with a shit eating grin.

"Unbelievable. Sending the girl in the wheelchair to do your errands." She sighs, but smiles when Eddie hops up and gets the door for her, follows her inside to help. He pops back a minute later and hands Steve a peice of paper. It has his plans for the ramp on it.

"This is sort of what I was aiming for." He shrugs, watches Steve look over the paper.

"You did this?" He asks, looking back up at Eddie. Eddie nods, wraps his arms around himself, feeling self-conscious under Steve's gaze.

"What? What's wrong with it?" He asks when Steve says nothing.

"What? Oh no, sorry, nothing's wrong. It's just super detailed." Steve smiles, shakes his head, hands the paper to Robin and Nancy.

"Yeah well, I wanted it done right." Eddie shrugs, Nancy makes a weird moaning sound behind them, both of them look to see her looking down at the paper in her hands, lovingly. She looks back up at Eddie.

"Finally! Someone else detail oriented. I'm making copies of this." She sounds genuine as she waves the paper, smiling at Eddie. He flushes red and moves to sit on the steps again. When his hands stop shaking he helps Robin with the measurements.

She measures, he measures, Nancy and Steve cut.

It takes them two days. But they get it done. The ramp wraps around the side of the trailer, where Max's mom always parks. He bought some plywood as well, to put down on the ground, so Max's wheels wouldn't sink.

The first time she pushes Max down the ramp she nearly cries as she throws herself at Eddie. Hugs him tight and then apologizes when he huffs in pain. Max grabs his hand, looks up at him with her bright blue eyes, and kisses his arm. Just a little peck, smooching the bats on his skin. But he gets it. That's all she needs to do. He knows she's grateful.

Steve shows up at Eddie's trailer the day after they finish the ramp. His eyes are wild and he looks like he's been shoving his hands into his hair for a couple of hours. Eddie gets half way through asking what's wrong and then Steve is kissing him. They almost fall into the trailer with the force of it. Steve catches them, rights them, but doesn't let go of Eddie, just lets out a breathy,

"Sorry sorry." As he keeps them steady. Eddie just smiles dumbly at him. Wayne stands from the couch, clears his throat awkwardly and pats Eddie on the shoulder as he leaves, says,

"Told you them coveralls was lucky boy." He winks as he passes them. Eddie's laughter filling the trailer behind him as Steve's face goes crimson and he drops his head on Eddie's shoulder with a dramatic groan.

[munsons-melody]

this is so eddie coded

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Gameboy

Billy Hargrove x NonBinary!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You didn't think the day could get any worse than this, but apparently you were wrong. tired from work, you came home and had to endure the shouting of your boyfriend and his little sister Maxine. Billy was going too far and you had enough.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18 MDNI!! angst, blurb, very bad language, argue, broke-up, sigarettes, threats, intimidation, use of Y/N, no prounons NonBinary!Reader, theme about sex, theme about violence, anger issue, daddy issue, toxic relationship, bad ending. (Please be careful what you are about to read, the themes here are quite heavy and with a bad ending. If you don't feel like it, don't read, thanks)

𝐀/𝐍: My first Billy Hargrove One-Shot. I have to say that he's a character i dont have much interest to be honest, but if you want me to do more one-shots about Billy let me know! Please support new writers and reblog! Im sorry for my english, this is not my native language. Hope you enjoy! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

Fuck, fuck and fuck! You thought in your head when you wanted to scream. You had just left the bar where you worked and you could tell you had had a rough day. Your boss didn't stop tormenting you, by now you seriously thought he was mad at you. But that doesn't mean you stopped trying, moving forward and taking criticism and then improving yourself, but despite this the people around you seem bad every day.

You didn't have to think about it. Absolutely not! Now you would have gone to your boyfriend's house and he will surely console you, tell you that everything will be fine–wait...no. Absolutely not. You haven't done these things for almost two months because of your full-time job and the constant evenings where Billy went out, obviously not caring that you needed him. You tried to talk to him a couple of times to find out if something was wrong but he only answered "I'm fine, we're fine, why are you asking me?" You seriously started to think if you were the crazy one or if tiredness was playing a bad joke on you. Billy seemed calm and sees nothing wrong with your relationship. You didn't say anything. You knew the issues Billy was going through with his father lately, so you let it go and once again agreed with him, and blamed it on the stress.

You got to his door before you even knocked and Billy opened it angrily, which scared you. As soon as he noticed you he took a breath and gave you a simple "Hi" before letting you inside. It often happened that you went to sleep at your boyfriend's house, especially when his father wasn't there. As soon as you entered you felt a certain tension in the air and saw Billy take his jacket from the coat rack. You were about to ask something but the boy with golden curls beat you to it "Leave Max alone, that little bitch won't come out of her fucking room until I say so" With that I left the house slamming the door.

Right from him. He doesn't even tell you where he's going or with whom.

Apparently he had argued with Maxine, his younger sister. You completely ignored what Billy said to you and went to Max's door. You could clearly hear that she was crying and that hurts you. Since you met Max she has always seen you as a second parent: kind, helpful, affectionate and above all loving. You were happy to have this relationship with her and when she happened to argue with her brother, you couldn't help but go and console her or try to resolve the situation. Before knocking you looked around, the house was a real mess, or rather a disaster, all of Billy's things scattered everywhere, starting with: weights, ashtrays, porn magazines and gameboys. Shit...

You still don't understand how you managed to fall in love with an imbecile like him. So handsome with those curls and shining face but also so arrogant, messy and not very polite. You gently knocked on the door “Max, it's me Y/N, can I come in?” You heard the little girl sniff and she agreed. You opened the door and found Maxine in tears and her face completely red from the outburst. Her pillow was wet while her cleres were a shade of red from crying. She was lying on the bed and as soon as she saw you, her breath seemed to come back. You sat next to her while you used your fingers to fix some strands of her red hair.

"Maxine...what happened?" You said almost whispering. It took her a while to answer you but in the end she did "Dad...a little while ago he was here and he was arguing with Billy," she began "I didn't know what they were arguing about but then he started hitting him.. ." Her tone was shaky as she tried to collect herself "Did Dad hit Billy?" You asked and she nodded “Yes, the asshole” okay, you got the point. “I stopped him but after mom and the asshole left, Billy started yelling at me” you raised an eyebrow “Why on earth?” The question of when might be obvious seemed difficult for Max to answer. “I don't know for sure, he just told me that I shouldn't meddle in his business” you hugged her and she immediately hugged you back.

“I'll talk to him, I promise” You said and Max looked up immediately. "No Y/N, don't do it. He's too angry and I don't want him to be angry at you too" you smiled at his sweet thought towards you. Max was now like a little sister or a daughter to protect for you, you wouldn't have let Maxine spend the evening locked in her room even though she hadn't done anything "Don't worry about me, I can handle your brother" Oh well, knowing how to handle Billy Hargrove was a big word, but that didn't stop you from consoling Max and preparing her some snacks to stop her crying.

You laughed and joked and Max had finally regained her smile and as if you were a good parent you put a blanket over her while you turned off the light, leaving Max to sleep peacefully. After at least fifteen minutes, Billy came home with a bottle of beer in his hand, you snorted at the sight. You had been waiting for him all evening and you would have at least hoped that for once he wouldn't come back drunk although he seemed quite sober.

"Where have you been?" You asked as you crossed your arms over your chest. He looked at you with a face that got on your nerves, he was bored.

"I asked you, where have you been" You repeated and he made a small moan and then replied "Outside for some fresh air" You didn't want to ask why he was drunk, you had gotten used to it by now so you let it go. Meanwhile he had thrown his jacket on the sofa.

"Why did you and Maxine argue?" Billy turned to look at you. He sat comfortably on the living room sofa bare-chested while he was ready to light his cigarette which he held between his lips. "Where's Max?" He asked "In her room to sleep after you made her cry" his face didn't change a bit, he was serious and definitely bored "Y/N, I specifically told you to leave Max alone, she was supposed to stay in her room " you nodded "In fact, she stayed in the room, but I kept her company" He let out a laugh and then looked back at your figure "You shouldn't have interacted with her" you shook your head "I'm sorry Billy, but I don't stay at your rules" at that statement he took the cigarette out of his mouth "I just want to know why you picked on her, you know I don't like seeing you or your sister like this"

"It's none of your business. What happens here is none of your business Y/N" you were shocked "Excuse me? You're my boyfriend, what happens to you is a fact that until proven otherwise concerns me too" You took a few steps closer towards the sofa. Billy giggled again and you were sure that the next one he would make would drive you mad "And let's hear, why on earth?" You gave an obvious look "Um, hello? We're engaged Billy, engaged!" You timed the last word well "Oh right, I forgot" he said it in a sarcastic way and now your nerves were getting frayed "Oh, I'm sorry this is weighing on you Billy" you too played the sarcasm card and he rolled his eyes "What the fuck Y/N! Now I have to tell you everything I do?" You nodded quickly "Yes, you piss me off that I have to tell you where I'm going, with who and why otherwise you'll ban me from going out" You almost screamed but then lowered your voice remembering Max in the other room.

Billy had lit his cigarette in the meantime "But that has nothing to do with it -" you stopped him while your blood was boiling "It certainly has something to do with it William!" Your eyes were different, they were like Billy had never seen them and when you used his real name he understood that you were seriously pissed. Billy hates being called by his real name and you knew it very well, you did it on purpose. You wanted him to understand how serious you were and how tired you were of the current situation.

“How dare you call me?” Even though he was drunk, Billy was high and his eyes were fixed on you as they gave you a horrible feeling. They wanted to intimidate you, but you weren't like that and he knew it from the first moment he met you. Even if you were afraid that he would knock your teeth out and then make you spill all your blood until you apologized, but you were brave and you wouldn't let yourself be bossed around.

You pointed your finger at him "Oh no! Don't try to make that angry dick face because I'm the angry one, you understand?" He was surprised by your arrogant response "Things have been going on like this for two months and I can't stand it anymore. You barely look at me, all you do is go out in the evening and you don't even tell me where you're going, but you do it when you're too drunk to drive and I have to pick you up" You started and he looked like he was listening intently "And this happens every Friday night Billy. I come home from work tired and destroyed by those filthy pieces of shit and instead being close to me all you do is complain" He snorted and now gave you a different look. He put the cigarette in the ashtray, even though he hadn't smoked it at all. He seemed calm and approached you smiling lovingly... was it the alcohol by any chance? Or maybe bipolar?

"Okay honey, you're right. I'm sorry, now how about we go relax over there–" you pushed him. You were disappointed. His response disgusted you more than expected "No Billy. You won't play your fucking game on me telling me I'm right when in reality you just want to take me to bed and fuck me the way you like it" his face was back and angry more than first "But apparently the other times you didn't hesitate to open your legs for me" it was cheeky and disgusting and you slapped him. You had become a burning fire and you were sure that you would burn him and his house down "Because I was blinded by a filthy imbecile asshole like you. I thought you loved me..." You felt the burning in your eyes as your eyes became shiny. You were too weak to face the truth but you needed it...as much as you loved that boy with all your heart, he would never love you "Oh so now it's me not loving you?" He said dramatically and the tears came out and this time you screamed "Billy, you never console me and only seek me out when you feel like having sex with me. What did you take me for? A toy? I'm your fucking gameboy by any chance?" He tried to answer but couldn't find the right words and blurted out "Shut your mouth" your nervous system was out of control and you raised your voice again "Not this time Billy! Not after I've opened and closed it as you please!"

Now you didn't care who could hear you or who you would disturb. You were tired. You didn't want this. You wanted a serious relationship with a serious person. You wanted someone who values ​​you and takes care of you when you need it, always available and who doesn't see you as a sex toy giving you false illusions. "Calm down, young lady! Show respect" you looked at him and in front of you you had another person. Not Billy Hargrove, but William Hargrove...the real him. Despite everything he was that and you were sorry for ruining yourself by being around him. You didn't think he would ever threaten you, an attitude you hated and hoped your boyfriend wouldn't attribute to "Wow...now you're threatening me?" Billy later realized what he said and didn't reply "Congratulations Billy Hargorve. You ruined my life. You made fun of me and took advantage of me and used me to please your cock when it got hard and needy. But worse…you became your father” you never thought you would say it, but you did. With that sentence you knew you would unleash his anger and you didn't give him time to react "It's over." You announced and then headed towards the door and exited the house as he yelled after you in anger. You didn't want to hear it or deal with it ever again. You had endured enough and it was time to end it.

You had ended a year-long relationship and you now ask yourself in tears as you walked quickly to your house as you had done. You didn't know that obviously. You will never understand, you loved him, what did you need to know or realize? As beautiful and magical as love could be, it was also blind and cruel. It seemed to be a difficult game where the only possibility of victory was to survive until the game itself got tired of testing you, and then it throws a truth in your face that you would rather ignore. But ultimately it was better to suffer for the truth than to live in something that didn't exist.

Now you needed to get up and continue to live your life but you weren't motivated to move forward and live like you did before working, especially now that the only person you loved was just a liar who loved playing with people's feelings and what's more he preferred masturbating to porn magazines than spending sweet moments with you. Would you have suffered? Yes. And you don't know for how long, but you hoped for little since you couldn't cry and dry up your tears for someone who never deserved you and who the only thing he ever worshiped was your body.

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Badass!

Eddie Munson x fem reader

When you guys are late for the movie and the worker won’t let you in, you come up with another plan.

Warning~ adult themes/flashing

SHORT 929 words

Not my gif!

It all started with Dustin's one wish for his 16th birthday being that you all went to watch the third nightmare on Elm Street, albeit a month early, but he made you all come over the night before and stay up late so that you could watch the first and second before you went and saw the third.

This is what led yall to the predicament you now find yourselves in. You see, while everyone else was on time, Steve and Robin got stuck late at the video store, and it's not like you could just started the movie without them seeing how they were renting and bringing the movies with them.

You didn't mind all that much, as it gave you plenty of time with Eddie snuggled up to him on the couch.

When you all woke up 15 minutes before the movie was supposed to start, is when you started to mind seeing as you had all slept in due to starting the movies two hours late and Dustin yelling anytime he saw someone nodding off.

You had all gotten ready and loaded up the cars as fast as you possibly could, just barely making it there 5 minutes late, which wouldn't have been a big deal had it not been for the power-hungry teenage Jackass behind the counter telling you, "You should have been here on time if you really wanted to see the movie."

"Come on, man, we're barely even late; it's the kid's birthday, and we have money; let us in," Steve told him, rolling his eyes and waving the cash in front of the boy's face.

"Like I said if," the boy started before Eddie cut him off, "If you want to see the movie, you should've been here on time. Yeah, yeah, we know, but come on, we're not asking for your liver; we just want to see the damn movie!" He finished getting angrier with every passing second, and the angrier he got, the more eccentric he became, Arms flailing around.

"Let me handle this," you said, placing a soothing hand on his arm and gently pushing him to the side.

"Come on, please let us in. I promise we won't disturb anyone. We won't even get snacks." You pleaded with him, batting your eyelashes, resting your arms on the counter, pushing your boobs together just in case he was still on the fence. Obviously, it was working. His eyes were glued to your cheats. That was until he shook his head, looking at Eddie.

"No way, I have plenty of girls come here with their boyfriends trying to get in for free by wearing a low-cut top, but I hate to break it to you; it's not the 1930s anymore; we've all seen cleavage before," the boy told you, standing his ground. You smirked at his sentiment as he was obviously bluffing, his cheeks bright red, and his breathing now shallow from just a small glance at your boobs.

This gave you an idea that normally you would never go through with, but Dustin had asked for one thing for his birthday, and you'd be damned if this kid didn't get that wish.

So you turned to the group, looking at all of them individually quickly before asking them, "You guys ready to run?" They all looked confused but nodded anyway.

Eddie, however, knew exactly what was running through your mind, smirking at you, ready to push the kids inside as soon as your plan was set into motion. You nodded briefly before turning back around to the boy behind the counter, who was arguably the most confused. You just smiled at him one last time before grabbing the front of your shirt, your boobs on full display. Eddie and Steve took the opportunity to push the kids inside the theater before any of them could get a good look as Robin followed after them laughing.

As soon as they made it inside, you pulled your shirt back down. "Bye!" you exclaimed, waving as you walked towards the door.

"Worth it!" you heard the boy shout as you walked inside, chuckling at how easy it was to get 10 people into the movies for free.

The kids ignored your earlier sentiment, having decided to use all the money that was originally for getting into the movie on snacks.

"That was so badass!" Robin yelled, pumping her first in the air. Steve and all the kids nodded along with her. This made you laugh more.

You caught sight of Eddie leaning against the wall in the little seating area, and a bag of popcorn, gummies and two drinks were sitting on the bench beside him.

You walked over to him, his hands finding your hips as you moved closer, yours reaching up to gently grab his cheeks. "You're not mad, are you?" you questioned, jutting your bottom lip out. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, moving forward to bite your bottom lip gently. "Like Robin said, that was so badass," he whispered against your lips before capturing them in a kiss—the kind of kiss that's just rough and filled with desire—the kind of kiss that makes you weak in the knees. Feeling your imbalance only made Eddie pull you closer to his body, deepening the kiss.

Your moment of bliss was ruined by the kids making gagging noises as they walked past you into the theater. "Come on, the movies are starting!" Dustin told you

You both laughed as you grabbed your snacks and walked into the theater with your friends.

[slut-for-001]

Where do broken hearts go?

“You’re crazy. You’re going to get yourself killed!” Dustin practically yelled, yet it was in a hushed whisper. You gazed at your friends who all seemed to be overly concerned about you doing this. “It’ll be worth it. I promise.” You spoke before attempting to walk out of the room, only to be pulled back by a hand wrapping around your wrist “I said I’ll be fine”

You yanked your hand away from them before walking out, Billy was clearly possessed. He had a strength no normal human being should have. “Y/n you’re going to get yourself hurt!” Lucas exclaimed but you didn’t listen, whatever you did and how you acted today was all because you loved Billy and you wouldn’t let him suffer. You could see the real Billy underneath the layers of cruelness, you knew he was hurting… he was scared… he was being controlled by a worthless monster who only cared for hurting individuals and ripping them away from their trauma only to add more trauma to their lives. You walked down the hallway silently stopping just at the barrier as you looked down at the mall- abandoned and in ruins. Whatever this thing was, was clearly way more powerful than you or anyone put together. This thing was nightmare fuel completely. It lurked in the shadows awaiting for its slaves to bring back its meal… it was sickening.

You stood at the top staring down the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you looked around, “when I find you it’s going to be your funeral” his voice echoed about, disorientating you to the point you didn’t know whether he was in front of you or behind you. You knew you had to act fast… if you didn’t Hawkins was in deep shit. It was already cursed, it didn’t need to be cursed further and so you took a deep breath hair jerking as you twisted your body as you started running your footsteps grasping his attention almost immediately his senses being heightened as he kept his fingers up- his fingers which were covered in blood. El’s blood… he was trying to find you all… but he couldn’t… and so hearing the sound of you grabbed more than just his attention his entire focus being on you now as he stood up straighter, a cruel grin tugging at his lips as he followed after the footsteps. You ran for your life, checking over your shoulder occasionally. “Billy!” You yelled keeping him interested in you and as you saw his tall bloody figure lurking down the stairs you quickly hid behind one of the pillars your breathing heavy but you tried to conceal it, eyes searching around in an attempt to find something to help you…

“Why are you breathing so fast?”

His voice was right by your ear your eyes widening as you quickly tried to make an escape but his hand was quick to grab a hold of your wrist teeth bared as he stared at you emotionless “Billy stop this. You’re scaring me.” You demanded looking into his eyes trying to find some part of him to try and work on getting to bring forward but you saw none. His iron grip on you was so tight you were sure it was going to cut off circulation, you knew you weren’t getting anywhere with him and so you instead of pulling away got closer to him, free hand gripping onto his hand that was holding onto you as you began to push his hand back until it bent in a way that it shouldn’t be bent, this wasn’t billy. This was a monster. A demon. A cry left Billy’s lips as he let go of you, your body immediately backing up as you backed away from him watching how tears pooled in his eyes but the anger on his face was quick to make those tears disappear “why would you hurt me y/n,” he spoke voice now Billy’s sounding broken and hurt as you tried to maintain distance from him. “I thought you loved me. Were you just lying? Faking it? Was I nothing but a pawn in your game” he spoke in such a way that you knew it wasn’t Billy talking. It sounded like him but it wasn’t him.

He took slow steps towards you as you kept taking steps backwards “why are you scared?” He whispered out, your eyes catching onto a raised metal pole raised just behind him, Lucas wielding the weapon in such a way that it was sure to knock Billy unconscious “I’m not,” you assured “yes you a-“ his words were silenced as the loud ding of the pole hitting against his head rang around the empty building his body falling onto the ground, forehead slightly cracked as he breathed heavily on the ground “max!!” Lucas exclaimed, Dustin and Mike yelling at the girl to get the injection and you watched as the girl slammed the injection straight into Billy’s neck but it seemed to have an opposite effect, his lips curving up into a grin that wasn’t recognisable in the slightest “it’s too late for that, Maxine” Billy spoke the way he said it being evil truly evil as he pulled the needle out of his neck throwing it onto the floor as he got up onto his knees pushing himself up completely. His skin had gotten darker with black veins that were practically protruding out of him making him look like some monster… some kind of demonic entity that would be seen in children’s nightmares.

Billy turned to max as he attempted to reach for her “fuck you asshole!” Lucas’ words were strong as he hit Billy with the pole again, this time forcing the pole against his chest and trying to shove him back but instead Billy grabbed a hold of the pole lifting it up, Lucas not letting go as Lucas and the pole was thrown in the opposite direction a grunt of pain coming from Lucas, the monster turning to Lucas, Billy taking slow steps towards the boy “billy! Hey! Over here!” You shouted grabbing his attention as he walked towards you at a fast pace, hands clenched by his side making your eyes widen before watching as Billy was thrown to the side just as he was about to grab you, el’s hands trembling as she tried to keep Billy at bay- trying to stop him from hurting any of you. All of you had formed a small circle not sure on exactly what to do, your eyes soon picked up on the dark shadow lurking just outside- it was inhumanly large. Larger than any human being and existent animal… it was like a dinosaur… a monster… it made your breath hitch

“Stop!”

You soon yelled “this is what it wants! Stop it! Just… just trust me!” You begged watching as el stopped, everyone backing away just behind you as you stared at Billy watching as he stood up his attention turning to you “c’mon… come get me” you taunted and within seconds he had grabbed you hand wrapped tightly around your throat as he lifted you up into the air strangling you, your nails dug into his wrist, feet kicking as his chest as you let out strangled cries yet you still shook your head at your friends if they went to hurt Billy… if your death meant your friends could survive then you would happily die. You could see the tears in his eyes the real him shining through once again his fingers practically digging into your windpipe stopping any breath from going in or out before his large hand let go of your throat as he threw you into the pillar his breathing heavy and uneven before he walked towards your limp body, your friends crying but trying to reassure each other that you knew what you were doing.

Billy knelt down beside you lifting you up into his arms bridal style, your head leaning over his arm, body limp in his embrace as he walked you carelessly into the centre of the mall before he dropped to his knees gently placing you onto the ground being rather gentle comparing to how he had just acted, his hand pushing some hair off of your forehead as he leaned down to rest his lips just beside your ear “don’t be afraid… it’ll all be over soon…” he spoke to you tone cold and unrecognisable as you stared into his eyes and in one last attempt to stop him and rid him of whatever was happening to him your hand gently cupped his cheek “Billy” you whispered tears glistening in your eyes, seeing the way a tear gently rolled down his cheek as he stared down into your eyes “just stay very still” he whispered to you emotionlessly and your eyes searched his desperately as your body began to tremble “Billy please” you begged out a lump growing in your throat as you struggled to calm down

“No more time.” He said calmly as he tried to pull away but your other hand cupped his other cheek pulling him back “she was beautiful Billy.” You soon started seeming to get a tiny reaction out of him. “You surfed… she was happy you were happy… you were her pride and joy.” You continued eyes sad as a shaky breath seemed to leave his lips the real him coming forward “she’s still your mum… she still loves you… no matter what… the way your dad treats you isn’t your fault. None of it is your fault.” Your thumb brushed against his cheek gently “your mum still loves you… max loves you… I love you… I love you so much.” You said tears threatening to spill a soft sob leaving your lips as you stared into his eyes and within a second it was like a light switch had been turned on and he gently grabbed a hold of your wrist turning his head to press a kiss against the palm of your hand “I’m sorry.” He said quietly before his head turned to look at max “I’m sorry for not being a good big brother.”

He then stood, standing in front of you as the tall shadow figure appeared large and scary and you stared in horror as one of its tentacles came down piercing into Billy’s chest his agonised screams torturing you day in day out as you were pulled back by Mike and will your eyes wide as you stared at the love of your life being hurt, and in a synchronised scream both you and max yelled out his name in despair…

“Y/n!” A voice called as you were shaken awake your eyes fluttering open as you stared at the boy in front of you… Billy… “did you have another nightmare?” He asked and you nodded crumbling into his arms soft sobs leaving your lips as his fingers brushed through your hair, hand rubbing up and down your back “I’m right here… I’m right here… I’m okay… I’ve got you.” He soothed in a caring tone not daring to let go of you as soft sniffles came from you the grip you had on him soon loosening as the familiar coldness caressed against your fingertips and you pulled back gazing down at him a soft sad smile on your lips “I missed you.” You continued before wiping your eyes letting out a shaky breath before leaning into another hug again… gripping onto him like your life depended on it… not letting go for a second as you sniffed squeezing your eyes shut, max and the others standing at the car, watching as your fragile body grasped onto Billy like your life depended on it… Billy’s grave… silence intertwined with each one of them as they didn’t dare say a word… grief was a powerful thing, but grieving as a group who couldn’t explain what had actually happened was a lot worse. Billy deserved better… but he couldn’t get better… all he could do was rest in peace.

[annab-nana]

“Can I have some cocoa?” With the stranger things gang🥺 all hanging out at Steve’s house watching Christmas movies🥺

omg of course this sounds adorable!!

warnings: not proofread, kinda long for a blurb i think but i wanted to include as many people as i could

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"i thought we were watching gremlins," eddie commented when he brushed past you to grab drinks for robin and himself.

"it freaks will out. lucas too, but he'd never admit to that," you told him while finishing up the mixture for the sweet popcorn. "can you get a head count of how many want popcorn? tell them their options are regular butter popcorn, cinnamon sugar popcorn, or chips which they can get themselves."

"you got it," eddie told you before walking off with two mugs of hot chocolate. as he left, dustin passed him with his eyes on the cups eddie held.

"can i have some cocoa?" the curly-haired boy asked you.

"um, one sec." you paused and turned to the table where the hot chocolate was supposed to be, but it seemed eddie grabbed the last two that were ready. "come back in a little bit. jonathan is making more right now."

dustin left and yelled, "eddie, you took the last of the hot cocoa! i hope you're happy!"

robin's laughter sounded throughout the house as did eddie's voice when he said, "and it's sooooo good."

you rolled your eyes at the pair while getting a start on pouring popcorn into separate bowls for everyone. eddie should be back with a count soon anyway. but, he didn't walk in next.

max and eleven did.

"eddie said you needed to know how many people wanted popcorn," the redhead stated in an almost questioning tone before you nodded.

"six want cinnamon sugar and...." eleven shared with you and trailed off to count in her head, "four want butter."

"jonathan?" you called over to the boy who was mixing hot chocolate on the stove. he turned to face you. "do you want popcorn?"

"um, yeah. i'll try the cinnamon sugar."

"alright, so that's eleven total and i want some too which makes twelve. max, can you grab four more bowls and el, can you help me fill these bowls with popcorn?"

you knew the girls loved to help, so they wasted no time in following your requests. more hands at work made things go by faster anyway.

just as max placed down the bowls you'd asked for, steve appeared in the doorway, his expression not being one of happiness.

"i can't get the vcr to work and i am this close to snapping henderson's neck," he spoke breathily, his eyes bouncing between you and jonathan.

you met jonathan's eye before nodding your head in the direction of the living room. "you know more about that stuff than i do, so i'll take over the hot chocolate. steve, why don't you help me?"

he nodded and the pair of boys swapped places.

"you two got this, right?" you asked the girls to which they nodded. "i want cinnamon sugar too so that's ten of those. the mixture is right here. sprinkle it on and toss it a bit to get it evenly coated. the melted butter is in the microwave. put a little bit on all of it, but more on the ones that are just butter."

once they seemed like they got it, you split to go over to the stove where steve stood. you knew the hot chocolate was almost done when jonathan was working on it, so it's had to be done now.

"you okay?" you inquired of steve when you picked up the pot and started pouring hot cocoa into the mugs that jonathan had set out.

"yeah, yeah. it's just..." he sighed and ran a hand down his face. "keith was on my ass earlier and we were really busy the whole time like there wasn't a break at all. then after work, i had to get stuff for this and ever since i got home, it's been insane. then, the stupid vcr. henderson was trying to help, but he was just telling me what i was already doing and then was saying i was doing it wrong. i let him take over before i came in here."

"have you had any hot chocolate yet? that always makes me feel better," you shared with him while handing him a mug. he accepted it gladly.

"thanks for this," he paused to gesture toward the mug, "and for listening."

"no problem."

"i got it working," jonathan announced when he came back into the kitchen. "they're ready to start if we're ready in here."

you glanced over at the girls who were finishing up the popcorn.

"tell them to come get their popcorn and then we're set to start."

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[beady-eyed-munson]

Eddie grew his first facial hair and he didnt even notice.

It had been there that long, it had become a long tendril sprouting from the side of his chin.

Wayne noticed it one day when eddie threw himself down on the sofa, next to him.

He couldnt pass up the opportunity and ripped it out

"Who was you trying to impress with this one, son?" He laughed hysterically

Eddie didnt even get to see it attached :(

[niceboyeds]

drunk sheep (e.m.)

pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader(18yo)

word count: 3.5K

contains: fluff, underage drinking, handsy actions, swearing, mentions of weed, some bullying

summary: after ditching your friends at the party of the year, you find some new partiers and shows them how to have fun.

a/n: this turned out a bit differently than i originally intended, hope you like it :)

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the laughter rings in your ears as you try your best to fake a smile and laugh along with your friends, never knowing why you can't just stick up for yourself. they continue joking, not realizing that their cruel comments feel like they're purposely trying to get a rise out of you.

your smile fades, you just can’t seem to keep it up any longer. instead you distract yourself by looking around the party, people watching. seeing cliques of all types in attendance.

that was the thing about going to school in such a small town. if there’s a party, mostly everyone is in attendance. the rival groups tend to stay on opposite sides of the house, everyone just wants to have a good time with no drama.

searching the crowd your eyes land on a group you recognized immediately. it was your boyfriend’s group, or at least some of them. a group for anyone and everyone, never seeming to discriminate based on how popular you are or what activities they do.

your boyfriend was not in attendance at this party, not something uncommon. he would’ve gone if you had asked but you told him not to cancel his band practice— that it was more important than hanging out with a bunch of wasted teenagers.

“where’s your freak boyfriend tonight? i don’t see him with his little mini freaks over there.” one of the girls slurs out, earning a roar of laughter from your so-called friends.

“did he have another cult meeting?”

“no the other weirdos would’ve been there too!”

that was the final straw. for them to make fun of you was one thing, but to call your boyfriend a freak after you asked them all to stop months ago on top of bringing the others into it, that crossed the line.

“you know what, fuck you guys. just because you’re single and miserable doesn’t mean you have to shit all over me all the fucking time!”

“woah calm down, it was only a joke!”

“no. no i don’t think it was. you constantly put me down and i won’t sit here and let it happen anymore. stay the fuck out of my business.”

you walk away from them, feeling a new-found confidence as you shoot back the rest of the punch you had in your plastic cup. walking into the kitchen you fill your cup again, immediately drinking every drop.

you weren’t planning on drinking much tonight, thinking you’d only have a cup or two, but you have a bad habit of letting your emotions get to you. it was either smack their snobby faces or drink the anger away. you chose the latter.

a couple cups later, you had calmed down. practically hovering the bowl of punch. you spot the young group again, smiling at how they were noticeably having a good time. you walk over to them, waving politely at the group of freshmen.

“hey guys!” you smile, earning a chorus of greetings and a hug from your favorite redhead.

“how are you guys enjoying your first high school party?” you tease, knowing they’re still babies and honestly shouldn’t be here, but you’ve been trying to watch out for them since you noticed them a bit ago.

“it’s so much fun! i’m sad Eddie had band practice tonight!” Dustin slurs his words and you notice a red cup in his hands.

you gasp, over-dramatically of course, “are you drinking??” their smiles fall, some of them tucking their cups behind their backs as their eyes go wide.

you can’t help it, they make it so easy to scare them and you laugh at their reactions. as soon as they realize it’s a joke they start to laugh as well.

“c’mon kids! you don’t think i drank at my first party too? just please promise me you’re being careful.”

“we are! Lucas and Will have been practically babysitting us all night long.” Max teases her sweet boyfriend, poking at his plastic water bottle.

“someone has to make sure we all leave in one piece!” he states, slightly defensive but it makes you smile. you’re so happy to see that they’re having fun and being young.

“as long as i’m not the babysitter again.” you giggle, recalling the last time you opted to watch the older half of the friend group while they got stoned at game night a few weeks ago.

“oh my god, Steve and Robin were so funny to watch!”

“until they almost fell in the pool!!” the kids all remember the evening as well and they laugh along with you.

“hey!” Max turns to you and shakes her empty cup. “wanna get a refill with me?” you contemplate, how many people will look down on your actions if you allow yourself to get drunk with 15 year olds?

screw it. they’ll either drink with you or alone and the first option seems like the safest choice.

“sure, anyone else coming?” you ask as you turn back towards the kitchen when Dustin follows, leaving the others to their conversation.

“hey, who’s picking you guys up tonight?” you ask, making sure they didn’t bike because there’s no way they’ll make it home on those things.

“no one, we walked!” Dustin beams, feeling proud of himself.

“what?? no! why didn’t you ask Steve or Nancy?”

“because they will literally never let us do anything fun ever again! i swear they are fun suckers!” Max complains, and you can’t help but laugh at how true that statement is.

“okay, okay. but I’m still not letting you walk home. let me make a call real quick, go back to the group.”

you had planned to go home with one of your “friends”, but seeing how you no longer want anything to do with them you figured you should sort out your ride situation as well.

finding a phone in the kitchen, you dial Gareth’s number, praying that he hears the phone over their music.

“hello?” oh thank god.

“hey! is Eddie still there?” you yell through the phone, trying your best to talk over the loudness around you and not slur your words.

“yeah, one sec.” you patiently wait for your boyfriend to come to the phone, but it doesn’t take long.

“hey baby, what’s going on??” he sounds worried, probably from knowing you’re at a party tonight and he’s not here to make sure you’re okay.

“hi!! i’m found a handful of your kids and was wondering if you can pick us up after your practice?”

“kids? what kids?” you giggle at his question before realizing he doesn’t call them kids.

“sheep!! your little sheep!” you laugh more while sipping on your drink.

“oh! okay yeah, i’ll be there a little later. you okay?”

“i’m great! watching after the sheepies and having fun.”

“how much have you had to drink?” he asks, totally trying to be a buzzkill over the phone. you see Max waving you down from across the kitchen, pointing at a bottle of vodka with a smirk on her face.

you knew you liked her most.

“gotta go, Max wants to take shots! love you!!” you hang up the line and finish what’s left in your cup to make room for the new liquid.

“have you ever taken a shot before, Maxy?” she shakes her head no, and you grin evilly. “okay, breathe in before you take it, swallow, and then breathe out through your nose.”

sure, just because you’re 18 doesn’t mean it’s necessarily wrong of you to teach the younger half of the group how to properly party. especially when all the other older friends act like parents. it’s nice to be the fun one.

you show her how to take it first, doing it with no reaction on your face other than a smile. she looks intimidated but tries her best to copy you. unfortunately she ends up gagging a little bit, but that’s nothing a chaser can’t fix.

heading back to the rest of the group you hold onto Max’s arm, everyone raises their eyebrows at you and you just laugh. “what? did someone else want to take a shot with us?”

the boys deliver looks of disgust which immediately makes you and Max giggle, looking at each other before she takes Lucas’ hand and drags him to the dance floor.

“El couldn’t come?” you ask Mike, who appears to be sulking a bit.

“you know how Hopper is, if he found out we’d all be dead.” you nod in agreement, knowing all too well how protective Hopper is of his daughter.

you continue making small talk with the boys, making sure to keep an eye out for Max and Lucas who appear to be having a great time. at this point, you are fully aware that you’re drunk. who knew being at a party with freshmen would be more fun than the clique you normally hang out with?

“Eddie!!!” you hear Dustin yell over the music, spinning around you see your sweet metal head boyfriend making his way through the sea of partygoers.

“Dustin! who the fuck is letting you drink dude?” he lectures, frowning at the boy who quickly sells you out with a point of his finger.

Eddie turns to you, a smile growing on his face. he could never be mad at you. “hi angel, having fun?” he leans down to kiss you, earning groans from the boys behind you which makes you giggle against his lips.

“hi baby! thanks for comin’ to get us.” you try your best to not slur your words but it’s no use, and he knows from the phone call that you’ve had quite a bit more to drink than usual.

“anything for you.” he’s being sweet, but you know he’s going to go all dad-mode just like Steve does in a minute. “but maybe we can get you some water?” there it is.

“um, you know… as much fun as that sounds i think i’d rather go dance with Maxers.” and you slip from his loose grip, immediately spotting the red headed girl.

“alright Lukey, it’s my turn! go back to the boys.” you tease, spinning him around once and pointing to the group. “Eds is here.” he smiles and kisses Max on the cheek before leaving you to dance with her.

“yay!! I was wondering when you’d come out here!” she beams, looking like she’s thoroughly enjoying her time. it’s refreshing to see her so happy.

after a little bit of dancing, she peaks over at the boys before smirking to you, “pst! they’re not looking! come on, can we do another shot??” she whispers in your ear as you look towards the group.

you’re feeling just as rebellious and a little more wouldn’t hurt, especially now that Eddie is here to watch over the kids. “okay… maybe one more, but then we should probably stop.”

that’s all she needs to hear before yanking you away from the crowd and pulling you into the kitchen. she asks you to teach her one more time to properly take a shot, and proceeds to mimic you. she successfully downs the liquor before giving you a high-five.

“that doesn’t look like dancing.” you turn to see Eddie right behind you, still smiling despite your slight rebellion because he cannot help but be totally and utterly obsessed with you. “i’m starting to think you’re a bad influence on these kids.”

you put a hand over your heart with a gasp, pretending to be hurt by his little attempt to tease you. “i’m the best influence!” you tell him while simultaneously refilling your cup of punch.

“ugh we should start calling you Mr. Fun Sucker number two!!” Max giggles, teasing your boyfriend before you had the chance, following your actions by refilling her own cup.

“who’s number one, red?”

“it’s Steve!” you answer with a laugh, knowing exactly who she was talking about.

“rude!!” he pokes at her, knowing it’s all fun. “i think it’s time we head out, yeah?” you comply with a nod before downing the rest of your drink, following him out of the kitchen while holding Max’s hand to not lose her.

“where are the boys??” you ask, searching the empty wall where you had left them. you must look extra worried because Eddie squeezes your hand.

“already sent them to the van, baby. it’s okay.” you nod and continue following, walking outside where it’s much quieter.

“uhh… Eds? I don’t think they’re in the van…” you point to where Dustin is laying in the grass, Will urging him to get up while Mike appears to be drinking from a cup he definitely didn’t have earlier.

“are you kidding me?! you two, please get in the car!” he groans, letting go of your hand and pointing you to the vehicle while marching over to the boys. his hands being thrown about while he is no doubt scolding the boys again.

“amateurs.” Max slurs while you pull her along the driveway to the parked van. the two of you are still giggling at the sight until Lucas’ head pops out of the open back door of Eddie’s familiar van.

“Lucas!” she yells his name and his face immediately lights up. he is taking in every second of this, knowing Max isn’t typically one for affection. drunk Max on the other hand, oh she’s head over heels for this boy.

“alright, get in there.” you tell them, turning to see if Eddie has corralled the other boys.

Will drags Dustin by his arm, appearing to use all his strength. meanwhile Eddie is pushing Mike’s head to make sure he continues walking while also talking to him. you can’t make out what he’s saying until they get closer.

“I don’t care where you found it Mike! you don’t take random cups off the ground and drink from them!!”

“ew Michael! that’s so gross!” you join in the lecture, helping the boys into the back of the van with the other two.

once the door is closed and the teens are all stowed away, Eddie sighs heavily— clearly annoyed.

“you’re gonna make a great dad.” slightly slurring your words as your arms wrap around his neck and you feel his body relax against you.

“yeah? you think so?” his embrace pushes your back against the van.

“I know so.” feeling slightly scandalous, you lean into his ear, lightly brushing your lips over it as you whisper, “god, you’re so hot. you know what I think we should do?”

“I uh— I think you’re drunk and need to go to bed.”

“I think I know exactly what I want.” your lips trail down his neck, sucking on a spot you know drives him crazy and he can’t help but groan. you keep going until you are interrupted by a knock on the window and a voice starts yelling at the two of you.

“get a room!!” Dustin shouts before the others erupt into laughing fits.

“c’mon, let’s get these monsters home.” he walks over to your door, helping you climb in and reaching over you with the seatbelt.

“okay. where are we taking you guys?” he looks to Will and Lucas once he joins everyone inside, buckling himself up.

“uh… yeah so about that...” oh no, what now??

“we didn’t exactly think that all far ahead…”

“where do your parents think you are??” you ask them, shocked they didn’t have this figured out being nerds and all.

“Max’s mom is working nights, Dustin is supposed to be at Lucas’, Lucas is supposed to be at Mike’s—” Will drones on and you look over to Eddie, who is laying his head on the steering wheel.

“remind me to teach you guys how to plan an alibi.” you can't help but roll your eyes at them, contemplating what to do next.

“let’s just take them to my house, hun. my parents are out of town this weekend.” you tell him while rubbing his back. “sleep over at mine, kids?” everyone agrees and Eddie starts up the van.

to keep yourself entertained on the drive, you play with Eddie’s fingers. twisting his rings around and scratching off the faded nail polish he let you paint on him a week ago.

you can hear the silence behind the two of you and know that they are all probably either asleep or at falling asleep. you feel yourself start to nod off along with them, loosening your grip on your boyfriend’s hand but you immediately open your eyes wide and readjust yourself in the seat.

“it’s okay, baby. you can sleep. i’ll take care of everything.” his hand slips from yours and he places it on your thigh, rubbing gently.

“no, i’m okay.” a yawn forces its way out of your mouth but you shake it away. “gonna help you.”

you come up with another idea to keep yourself awake. peaking to the back and seeing them all sleeping, you shift once again in your seat. turning your body more to face Eddie and reaching one of your hands out to touch him. 

you place your hand on his thigh, slowly making its way up to the waistband of his black jeans. you keep fiddling with it, sneaking a finger or two under randomly and circling the button with your thumb.

“what are you doing?” he glances over to you, forcing you to bat your eyelashes innocently.

“nothin’ baby.” you bring your hand down to the crotch of his pants and he clears his throat, grabbing your hand to stop you. earning a small whine in protest.

“as exciting as this is, you’re drunk and we have 5 others to take care of tonight.”

“i’m not drunk.” you huff at him, trying to get him to believe you.

“you’re also a bad liar.” he teases and holds your hand with his and brings it up to his lips for a kiss.

“fine… tomorrow then?” you smirk, making him hide a laugh so you don’t get upset with him.

“yes baby, tomorrow.” you hold out your little finger to him, making him pinky promise and this time he can't cover up his chuckle.

thankfully the sleepy teens in the back don't fight the two of you when you tell them to go inside your house. you gather all the spare blankets and pillows, making a bed for everyone on the floor. you can't help but smile at how sweet Eddie looks while helping you tuck them in.

“got a starrin’ problem?” he asks as he pulls the last blanket over them. he didn't even have to look at you to feel your eyes beaming into the back of his head.

a blush creeps onto your face when he starts walking toward you. he wraps you up in his arms, cradling your head and you nuzzle into his neck and you whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” he smiles against your head, laughing when your stomach growls. “hungry?” you nod, pulling him into the kitchen.

“whatcha makin’ me?” you ask, hopping onto the counter.

“oh, so you want me to do all the work?” he teases you with another smile.

“i’m thinkin’ grilled cheese.” you suggest, and he gets to work with no complaints, frying up the request in a small pan just how you like it. he cuts it in half and you eagerly bite into the crunchy sandwich, blowing steam out of your mouth when it nearly burns your tongue.

“be careful!” he whisper-yells, taking the other half in his hand and doing the exact same thing. you laugh loudly and he shushes you while also trying to stop his own laughter, parking his body in between your legs.

“god I love you.” you sigh, leaning your forehead against his chest and still taking bites of your grilled cheese.

“me or the sandwich?”

“both.”

“I love you more.” he kisses your head and you sit up, a grumpy look on your face, “what?”

“take that back right now.” you poke him hard, making him lean back a little bit but you wrap your legs around his waist before he can fully move away. you keep poking him, waiting for him to say the words.

“okay I take it back!”

“good. because I think we love each other the same.”

“you’re right baby.” you smile at his agreement and a yawn slips out. “alright, why don't we get you to bed?” all you have to do is hold out your arms to him before he lifts you off the counter and carries you to your bedroom.

“are you gonna stay?” you ask as he helps slips your pajama top on, folding down your duvet to help you into the bed.

“want me to?”

“that’s a silly question.” you scoot over, waiting for him to pull off his jeans and t-shirt and he does so without a second thought. it’s part of a routine at this point, him sleeping over at your house or vice versa.

he joins you under the covers and clicks off the lamp on your bedside table. it doesn't take long before you’re both turned on your sides spooning. you move his hand from your waist to your breast and he lowly laughs at the action.

“don’t forget about your pinky promise, pretty boy.”

[call-me-eds]

in the inevitable s5 flash forward I hope we see Dustin pull up to the Hawkins 1989 reunion in a shiny new BMW, but Max pulls up in a familiar, refurbished, brown one.

the first car she’s ever felt safe in, despite almost running it off the road.

she tried to give Steve money for it but he refused, saying she’d be doing him a favor by taking it off of his hands. Eddie and Wayne helped her fix it and replace the same parts over and over, even the entire engine once. now it was mostly a different car, but as long as she could still feel the indents of where her dull fingernails left marks 30 years ago she still felt safe in the bench seat. Steve was right, it did hold some sort of special magic, but she’d never tell him that.

maybe in a letter.

[calicheer-cove]

Chrissy, Max, and Billy are invited to the Byers/Hopper household for dinner. She and Billy aren’t officially dating, but Max and El can tell that they like each other. Max says nothing because it’s none of her business. El innocently asks Chrissy, “Have you made any happy screams with Billy?”

Billy’s eye starts to twitch. Will and Jonathan wished that they didn’t have ears. Hopper and Joyce forgot how to chew, and Max is mortified. Chrissy is red in the face and she tries her best to change the subject.

[flowercrowngods]

I had this one saved in my notes but I know you'll be able to do more with it than I can 🤍

I know it feels like the world's going to end but I'll get you through even if it's the last thing I do

thank you aj, i hope this is fine, mwah! 🤍

“I know it feels like the world's going to end but I'll get you through even if it's the last thing I do.”

His only reply is the steady beep—beep—beep of the heart monitor, Max’s hand as cold in his as always, the heaviness of his promise not enough to make her fingers twitch yet. Still he squeezes her hand as gently as he can on the off-chance that she’s aware in there, on the off-chance that the only reason El can’t find her is because she’s looking too far away — and that Max is right here with them.

Steve sniffles and wipes at his eyes with his free hand, pinching the bridge of his nose in a valiant attempt at keeping calm about what they’re about to do — because they’re gonna get her back, he and El; they have a plan now.

Behind him, Hopper’s voice is blessedly steady as he asks, “Ready?”

“Ready,” Steve and El say in unison as she takes his free hand with a determined expression.

send me an ask with the first sentence of a fic and i’ll write the next five 🌷 continuation welcome

[munsons-melody]

funfact about lucas in s2 of stranger things:

so i was watching beyond stranger things on netflix and in ep 2 of this series called ‘mad for max’ the duffers were saying that when dustin lost his game of dragons lair and lucas says ‘princess daphne is still mine’ it was foreshadowing that he was going to be the one to get the girl (max) in the love triangle between him, dustin, and max

the duffers also say that in s2 ep 8 of the actual show, when lucas says the line “judgement day” was a direct reference to the movie ghostbusters, when the character winston talked to the mayor about judgement day, circling back to the beginning of s2 when mike and lucas were bickering about who was venkman and who was winston

[katiescribbles]

SECRETS REVEALED ; written by kategables

warnings : grammatical errors ahead, small texts, spelling mistakes, english is not my mother tongue, lowercase intended.

enjoy reading!!

you and Steve have been together for almost four months now and the relationship is strong, the only problem is that it’s private, no one really knows except you two and robin. it’s not that he didn’t want his reputation ruined, he’s already out of high school but because you guys were a huge deal to everyone, you were enemies ‘til one night at some dudes party and that’s where you two..you know. and ever since then you guys have kept it low-key. and today you have planned to meet him on his house to stay over for the night.

as you walked into steves’ house, you didn’t bother to knock on the door and just opened it. as the opening of the door was heard, five heads turned to your direction, they seemed shocked the moment they saw you, Dustin made a face before speaking. “did someone invite y/n?” he said in a confused tone, you quickly made a stupid excuse in your mind. “o-oh uh..harringtons’ sister wanted me to come over..” you said with an awkward smile, your mind mentally screaming at you because then you just realized he doesn’t have a sister.

“sister? Harrington has a sister?” Eddie then spoke up, you were standing still awkwardly waiting for Steve to be in the room wondering where he is.

“oh uh–”

“yes yes! she’s from uh..–” robin stopped for a moment to think, trying to help you get away from this situation.

“california!” you both said in unison ending it with an awkward laugh. “okay, so where is she?” max said in a serious tone with Lucas sitting next to her. “steve said no one was here so unless she doesn’t exist or she got killed by vecna.” maxs’ sarcastic remark made me look at robin as he looked back at me with a “now what do we do?!” I let out a sigh when suddenly Steve stepped in the room.

“sorry for taking so long, I had to find something that could show off my charm.” he said before looking up and suddenly caught off guard. “uhh, what is she doing here?” he said in a confused tone, trying to play it off when in reality he’s longing to run to you after not seeing you for two days.

“we were gonna ask you that.” they all said at the same time, their attention turning from you to steve, all confused.

“steve, I have a question for you.” max asked in a tone we couldn’t seem to make out. “uhh, sure..” he responded before sitting down on the couch.

AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST STAND HERE?? you thought to yourself, you finally stepped closer to the couch and sat down on the very edge beside Eddie. why are they even here? you thought to yourself.

“when was the last time you took a shower?”

“this morning..”

“where did you work at the mall?”

“scoops ahoy” Steve was still confused what all of these questions were for.

“do you have a dog?”

“no”

“who’s my brother?”

“billy”

“do you have a sister?” shit.

“no”

“aha!” Dustin shouted as if he just won the lottery, everyone was now looking at you while you looked at steve and robin for help.

“well, maybe robin can explain why i’m here..” you awkwardly chuckled before giving robin the ‘look’ and then looking back to steve.

“actually, no, let’s just forget–”

“Y/N AND STEVE ARE IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP AND THEY ONLY TOLD ME BECAUSE THEY'RE BOTH SCARED TO TELL ALL OF YOU SINCE YOU GUYS WOULD PROBABLY MAKE A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT AND THEY DON’T WANT THAT, THEY LIKE THEIR FLIRTING AND BOOBIE TOUCHING IN PRIVATE.” before Steve could even finish his sentence, robin started rambling with her eyes closed, ratting you and steve out.

you mentally slapped your forehead in disappointment and embarrassment, now slowly getting up and trying to walk out the front door while others was still trying to process what was happening but of course, max was quick with it.

“hold on, stay where you are y/n.” max said not even looking at you. turning your head to look at steve who was now standing there with his hands on his hips and shooting daggers at robin.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THEY’RE BOTH DATING, I KNEW IT. MAX YOU OWE ME 20 DOLLARS.”

‘so Dustin did infact win something..’ you said in your head

“y/n, steve, you owe me money.” max said in somewhat an angry but also about to laugh tone while looking at you and steve.

“yieeeeeeeeee, probably both of them fight in front of us, screaming at each other but in bed they’re screaming for–” before eddie could even finish teasing, you grabbed his hair and gave him a warning look.

“ow..I think you got used to doing that to harrington.” he teased again.

“SHUT UP, EDDIE” your voice raised while the others were still laughing, along with Steve.

“well, that cat’s out of the bag now, maybe you guys should leave and we can plan our hangout again tomorrow.” steve suggested as the group groaned.

“fine fine, but harrington, if you do hurt y/n in anyway, i will cut off your hair while you’re sleeping.” eddie threatened, looking at steve and leaving out the front door.

once everyone was finally outside and you two were left alone, you both took steps towards each other before laughing your butts off.

well, their reactions was better than you expected.