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nataliebuckleyromanoffharrington · 2 years

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Treat you better

→ Pairs: Eleven x sister!reader, Max Mayfield x f!reader, Robin Buckley x f!reader, Erica Sinclair x f!reader, Nancy Wheeler x f!reader, Mike Wheeler x f!reader, Will Byers x adopted sister!reader, Dustin Henderson x f!reader, Lucas Sinclair x f!reader, Steve Harrington x f!reader, Argyle x f!reader, Jonathan Byers x f!reader, Eddie Munson x f!reader.

→ Summary: Who will you pick?

→ Warning/s: minor mentions of dying, minor mentions of the Demogorgon, a few swear words.

→ Universe: Stranger Things

→ Setting: A day after you and Eleven close the gate

→ Age: 20

→ Genre: [A/F]

→ Note: You and Eleven are blood sisters, Joyce Byers adopted you and Eleven 2 years ago, making you two sisters with Will and Jonathan Byers and daughters of Joyce Byers. You two have the same powers, same past and trauma.Pretend that Robin and Max were there in Season 1. Yes, you are 20 and Eleven's 15. This short story contains lyrics from Treat you better by Shawn Mendes

→ Reminder: You DO NOT have permission to plagiarize, repost and claim the story are yours. Reblogs, likes and comments are very much appreciated by me :)

→ y'all are going to have to guess who y/n likes more;)

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Y/N's POV:

Me and my sister are currently in Mike's basement with our friends - Nancy, Robin, Dustin, Max, Erica, Will, Lucas, Argyle, Steve and Mike, El's boyfriend. It isn't so bad here, it's actually quite nice. It's my first time here, I was staying with Joyce Byers before me and my sister were on a run since papa showed up. And finally, we're together again. Joyce adopted me and Eleven a week after Eleven and I met again.

She's number 11 and I'm number ten. We recently found out about our mother a week ago, before everything went downhill. First, we found out that a gate to the Upside down was opened. Last but not the least, papa showed up which is a bad sign. Turns out my name is actually Y/N and Eleven is Jane.

"You could've died in there! You could've been taken by that thing!" Steve argued back to me. I don't know why he didn't want me to go.

"Well, I didn't, Steve. Why didn't you want me to go? Did you want my sister to do it alone?! Did you want her to die?!" I raised my voice angrily. If he wants my sister to die, I'll die with her - or he could die first before my sister.

"No! I don't! I don't want you to go because I love you and I can't lose you!"

Everyone gasped at Steve's response. Oh. my. God. He likes me!? Steve 'the hair' Harrington likes me?! The playboy, Heartthrob Steve likes me?! That's why?! Even I was taken back at his sudden confession. He froze at his spot when he realized what he had just said.

"Holy Shit. You like y/n! I knew it!" Lucas broke the silence between all of us, he began chanting, "Steve likes y/n" with Dustin, Max and El.

He groans out of embarrassment "It's not like that, okay?"

"El and I win Dustin" Max said to the kid while doing the 'give me' hand gesture. Did they just do bet on us? Dustin groaned loudly and gave Max and El their prize.

"You did a betted on us?" I asked, I received a nod from the four kids "Oh my God. Why?"

"We always sense some sexual tension when you two lock eyes every time. It's like you are talking with each other with your minds. So we thought that you two like each other, so, we made a bet. El and Max went for you two having a crush on each other and and I went for you two only having either one of you likes the other" Dustin explained to us

"Telepathy" El added

"For how much?" Steve asked

"A hundred bucks" Max blurted out

"A hundred bucks?!" Steve and I exclaimed in synch, we share a surprised look before looking back at the four kids.

"Yeah, two teams. Each person on that team gets 50 bucks" Dustin explained to us

"Wait! Are we just going to ignore the fact that y/n didn't say anything after Steve's confession?" Mike interrupted us. Right. I didn't.

"Do you like Steve back?" Nancy asked me straight away

I turn to Steve "Can I talk to you, " I glance at the kids then looked back at him "Alone?"

"Y.. yeah, s... sure" He stuttered with scratching the back of his neck, the two of us went out of the house to talk alone. Without any kids. But I'm pretty sure that at least one of them followed us out, those snoops . "What did you, uh, want to talk about?"

"About what you said. Is it true? Because I don't want to be the only one who believes that it's not true" I answered

No one's POV:

Whilst y/n and Steve are talking outside, the kids in the basement were betting once again.

"I'll go with y/n doesn't feel the same way" Lucas betted first

"Same" Max, El, Nancy, Dustin and Robin all teamed with Lucas.

"I'll go with y/n feeling the same way" Mike declared, confident with his answer

"I'm with Mike" Will, Jonathan, Eddie and Argyle teamed with Mike

"Wait, you're all seriously betting over y/n/n and Steve?" Erica interrupted the betting

"As you heard, yes we are. Whose team are you on?" Nancy asked the kid

"I'll choose but it depends on how much the winner wins" Erica sassed

Honestly, Robin was hurt when she found out that Steve likes y/n because she has taken a liking to the y/h/c woman ever since they met. No one actually knows who y/n really likes, that's why they betted in the first place. Robin and y/n are very close friends, both women work together at Scoops Ahoy with Steve. The mall has been in Hawkins for a year now, and ever since it was built, many stores in the downtown have lost its customers, including the local video rental store.

Where you and Robin first met, you were looking for a job there and you saw that the local video rental store, known now as Family Video, was hiring so you applied, there you met Robin and the rest in history.

"20 bucks," Lucas answered "Each person on the winner team gets 20 bucks"

"25" Erica opposed the deal

"20" Lucas argued

"25 or I'm not picking"

"Fine. 25 bucks for each person on the winner team" Lucas gave up

"Then I'll go with y/n feels the same way" Erica chose a team.

At that exact moment, when the other team was about to argue Steve and y/n came walking down the stairs. As y/n steps on the floor, she took Robin's hand and dragged the woman beside her. Steve had a miserable expression on his face.

"Steve. Robin. Would you two like to share what you two are feeling about me so I could decide, please?" Y/N requested. Only Nancy knows about Robin's feelings for y/n, and only Jonathan knows about Steve's feelings for y/n which is now revealed to the kids.

Everyone looked quizzically at y/n, confused about what she's talking about.

"Then I'm not picking" she sighed, walking limply to the couch and plopped on it while everyone still had their eyes on her. "What? You're wondering why I know, am I right?"

Robin and Steve nodded, as well as the others. That made y/n sigh again and stood up, with her hands holding each other behind her as she walks towards the people she says, "Well, Robin, itall started when.."

What happend, this is in y/n's POV:

After I had studied with Billy in the back of Scoops Ahoy, I overheard Robin and Nancy talking, little did they know that I heard them

"I can't tell her yet, it's hard, Nance" Robin groaned

"You have to, or else one day you'll wake up and see that she's walking down the aisle, getting married to the love of her life whilst you stand there, completely regretting that you didn't tell her sooner" Nancy told her best friend

"But what if she doesn't like me back?"

"At least you told her before it's too late"

End of story, No one's POV:

"Oh" Robin whispered, embarrassed that y/n, her crush, had to find out like that.

"And as for Steve," you sighed "you all know how I found out" you sat back down on the couch

"So who's your pick? I can treat you better" Steve stated

Robin frowned and said, "I know I can treat you better that he can"

"any girl like you deserves a gentleman" Steve fought

"Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying hen you should be with me instead? I know I can treat you better better than he can" Robin argued

"I'll stop time for you. The second you say you'd like me too" Steve argued back

Everyone was amused by this little show, probably the highlight of the sleepover.

"This is a sleepover, not some open forum" Dustin whispered to Max

"Let them fight for y/n. It's amusing" Max whispered to Dustin. Robin started walking towards you, gripping onto your arms gently as she looks into your eyes.

"I just wanna give you the loving that you're missing. Baby, just to wake up with you. Would be everything I need, and this could be so different. Tell me what you want to do" Robin finished softly, y/n searched for any lies through Robin's eyes but she found nothing but love, desperation and... lust? "Who's your pick?"

"I choose..."

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qtssvnwoo · 2 years

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

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

- your friendly neighborhood homosexual

Of course bae! here you go:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#submission #eleven hopper #el hopper #jane hopper #eleven stranger things #jane el hopper #eleven #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #eleven x sister!reader #eleven x you #eleven x female reader #fanfic #eleven fanfic

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skinnywalker · 2 years

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Don't worry Eleven. It's just you and me now.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #eleven hopper #eleven x reader #eleven x sister!reader #jane hopper x reader #stranger things moodboard

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swiftieblyth · 1 month

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Y/N Hopper: Prologue

warnings- Stranger Things, Papa, Hawkins Lap, King!Steve, Hopper, dead sister, divorced parents, grieving, loss, powers

Let me know if I'm missing anything, I'm drawing a blank:(

Word count- 682

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1972

“Hey!” A six year old girl called, walking into her friend's backyard.

“Y/N/N-bear? What are you doing?” A six year old boy asked, sitting with his feet in the pool.

“Are your parents home?” The girl asked, sitting down next to him.

“No. You wanna hang out?”

“Steve, I gotta tell you something.”

“What is it?” Steve asked.

“I’m moving.”

“What? To where?”

“New York City.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. My dad says it will be good for us. But he said he would help me write to you.”

“So we can still be best friends?”

“Always.” The girl smiled, splashing him with water.

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1978

“It’s troll’s favorite food!” A big man yelled, running after a seven year old girl with two small pigtails, as a lady and the now twelve year old girl. “Princess!”

“No, Daddy!” The girl yelled, laughing. “No, Daddy!”

“Roasted princess,” the man called, as he lifted her up into the air. “With paprika and gravy!”

“No! No, Daddy. No, Daddy.”

The little girl stopped laughing and started breathing heavily. The family crowded around, worried. “Whoa, hey!” The man let out. “Hey. You alright?”

“Mom, what’s going on?” The twelve year old asked, grabbing her mothers hand.

“I don’t know Y/N.”

“Jim, what’s going on?” The lady asked. “What happening? What happened?”

“I don’t know.” The man responded. “I don’t know.” The man put her down as she started looking around. “Hey, you alright? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax, relax. Honey, honey. Honey, just breath. Breathe, breathe, breathe. In and out. Slow, slow, slow. In and out with me. In…and out.”

“I asked Mrs. Spencer what made the red and she said she didn’t know.” The man read, reading a book to his family, laying next to his youngest daughter in a hospital bed. “And for pity’s sake not to ask her any more questions. She said I must have asked her a thousand already. I suppose I had, too, but how are you gonna find things out if you don’t ask questions? And what does make roads red? ‘Well, I don’t know,’ said Matthew. It just makes me feel glad to be alive…it’s such an interesting world.”

“No!” A girl cried, grabbing a big man’s hand. “I wanna go with you!”

“Y/N/N, what about your mom?” The man asked, getting on his knees to be eye level with the twelve year old girl. “She can’t lose another kid.”

“No! I wanna go with you! She doesn’t care, she only cares about her new boyfriend that doesn’t remind her of Sara!”

“Hey, don’t say that.” The man said, wiping a tear from the girl's face.

“Daddy please? I wanna go with you! I wanna go back to Hawkins! I wanna see Steve again!”

“I know. I know.”

“Please, don’t make me stay with her! Don’t make me stay with him!”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

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The girl pounded on the door to a house as a twelve year old boy opened the door.

“Steve?” The girl asked, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N/N-bear?”

“Steve,” the girl let out, hugging him tight. “I missed you so much!”

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Steve asked, pulling away to see tears in her eyes and on her face.

“Steve, my dad and I moved back. Sara died, and uh… my parents got a divorce. I was able to come back with him. He’s at work now, but I just didn’t want to be alone.”

“Y/N/N, I’m home!” The man in his police chief uniform called walking into his house one night. “Y/N? Y/N, where are you?” He asked, looking around, looking for his daughter.

“And she’s not with you?” The man asked on the phone the next day.

“No. Why would she be with me? Are you sure she didn’t just spend the night at a friends?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I went home last and she wasn’t there. There was no sign of her, no note, no nothing! It’s not like her to just run away like that.”

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demxnicprxncess · 1 year

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GxG Smut "Can't Sleep"

YALL IM FEELING OVERLY CONFIDENT IN MY SEXUALITY RN AND ITS 1 AM I HAVE SCHOOL TMR BUT I HAD THIS SCENARIO PICTURE WHOEVER TF YOU WANT, I managed to imagine both Sarah Paulson and Lady Gaga during different moments. (Don't ask.)

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CW: WLW cs im gay, cursing cs im popeye the sailor, overly detailed because im hyper, scissoring and tribbing, dirty talk, titty worship cs its women, no men, purely porn with no plot, MAKING LOVE, ITS SEX!

Rolling around against the soft sheets that wrapped around my half nude body as I practically whimpered at the things my girlfriend did to me in my dream, only to be woken up by my actual girlfriend. "Baby, are you okay? You're all sweaty and whiney..." I looked at her squinting to read her expression in the dark room, before leaning over to cut the light on. "What?" She laughed softy before pulling me into her chest, I felt the side of my sweaty face being pressed against her pillowy boobs, I felt like I was in heaven. "What were you dreaming about pretty girl?" I looked up at her and smiled bashfully before pushing her down onto the bed and sitting on top of her each of my thighs on the side of her waist. "Just how good it feels when you eat me out." She looked up at me and smiled before bringing her hands to my thighs and then my waist. "Oh yeah?" I leaned down close to her lips barely letting them touch before mumbling a soft "Yeah." into her lips as I kissed her. I slid my hips down so my pussy was in line with hers. I slid my hand down in between us and slipped it into her panties, tracing figure eights along her clit feeling as her body stutters against mine. "You like that?" I pull back from this kiss still moving my fingers before using my free hand to push her hair out of her face. "Alot." I smiled once more now removing my finger and pulling down her panties and mine. "As much as I'd love to recreate my dream I can't. Cause damn, I really fucking need you." I pushed her legs up to fold her knees in reach with her still covered breast whilst I undid my bra and then laid myself at the perfect angle to where her clit was lined perfectly with mine. I gave a gentle testing grind to make sure that whilst stimulating myself I could stimulate her, her somewhat loud moan being everything I need to tell me that I was doing right. But before I could start, I had to remove her bra, I reveled in the sight of her boobs, bare or not. I placed a hand on her boob before grinding with a bit more force now, the pleasure striking from my core all the way down to the tip of my toes. I sped up the little pushes feeling her body quiver in pleasure undermine while her moans grew in volume and intensity. "Shh baby, we wouldn't want the neighbors to hear now, would we? Let 'em hear how good I fuck you in the middle of the night?" She shook her head no, and I leaned down to kiss her, swallowing every moan she sent my way and pushing my hips against hers even harsher before moving my finger to massage her scalp through her tangled hair that flung around her head and clung to her sweaty face. I pulled back feeling myself getting close knowing she finishes before me she must be holding it, I pushed with more force feeling my arousal pool out and mix with her that had also started pouring out of her hole. "You're so needy for me princess." Her moans got louder, I could feel her body shake as she reached her highly anticipated orgasm following in her footsteps, I reached mine, moaning her name out in pure ecstasy. "I have a feeling we're going to sleep well tonight.

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thewidowsghost · 2 years

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Sacrifice (Max Mayfield x Sister!Reader; El Hopper x Mayfield!Reader)

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Anonymous asked:

hi i have a request for el hopper. reader was el’s gf since season 2. during season 3, the whole star court battle, reader was the one to sacrifice herself instead of billy. el is devastated because she lost both reader an hop. turns out reader is alive and in Russia with hop. when Joyce and Murray go to save hop, they’re surprised to see reader is also there. then they return to Hawkins and el and reader have this emotional and heartfelt moment, she also reunites with the party. plus can reader be a year older than the party and have an older sister role for max. can there also be a scene where the party acknowledges that max sometimes wears reader’s signatures jacket to remember her?thank u and have s wonderful rest of your day!!

Fireworks explode against the side of the Mind Flayer.

Billy Hargrove screams in pain as the fireworks explode against the monster.

The older boy sways unsteadily, but a weight hits him from the side, and he's knocked out of the way of the Mind Flayer's flesh-like arms.

(Y/n) Mayfield lets out a scream, holding back the flesh-like arms as they lunge for her girlfriend of two years, Eleven Hopper.

(Y/n)'s younger sister, Max is watching from behind a pillar.

At the sound of her sister's scream, Max runs, as if in slow motion, towards the three people - her stepbrother, her best friend, and her older sister - but she's too late.

The scream that leaves (Y/n)'s mouth is one of agonizing pain as the flesh-like arms shoot into her sides. There is a sucking noise and the color begins to leave the girl's face.

The enormous monster drops to the ground and Billy seems to shake himself out of his trance.

His eyes widen and he drops to the ground, leaning over his younger stepsister.

"Hey," the boy's voice is gruff. He presses his hands to the huge spots of blood collecting on the girl's shirt. "You little shit," his tone is gentle however, "you wake up."

Max skids across the floor, not caring about the floor burn she was definitely going to be there hours later.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Wake up!" the young redhead is panicking, her sister's lead resting on her thigh.

Blood leaks out of the girl's mouth and a sob escapes El's mouth. "Wake up!" the usually quiet girl cries out. Eleven leans forward over (Y/n)'s face. "Please," she murmurs, "I love you. You can't leave me."

(Y/n)'s chest heaves as she tries to breath through her excessive blood loss. "Love you, El," escapes the girl's mouth and Eleven lets out a sob. (Y/n)'s head lolls to the side so she could look at her younger sister and older stepbrother. "Love you," she rasps. "I - I'm s-sor-ry." she gasps. The girl's body falls still, and the other party members gather around the little group gathered on the floor.

"(Y/n)!" Max shakes her sister's shoulders. "(Y/n), wake up. (Y/n), get up. Please, (Y/n) . . ." Despair drips from the redhead's words and sobs rack her body. "(Y/n)!"

Billy had fallen back, a look of horror and guilt evident on his face.

El reaches out for her best friend and the redhead falls into El's arms, both girls grieving over the dead girl on the floor.

Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Steve stare at the body of the young girl on the floor and claws grab at Steve's heart.

It was a running joke between the older kids - Nancy, Jonathan, and himself - that he was the babysitter of the group, but right now, Steve couldn't laugh at the joke. He felt as though he'd lost part of himself, for one of his kids was dead.

. . .

El was numb, sitting on the edge of an ambulance, a weighted blanket draped over her shoulders.

Joyce Byers stumbles out of the mall, numb with grief at the death of Jim Hopper.

Joyce almost falls over as her youngest son, Will, runs to her, hugging her tightly.

Catching sight of Joyce, El shrugs off her blanket, and stumbles towards the woman.

Joyce sobs, taking a hold of the girl.

Sobs rack El's body again and she can hardly believe she'd lost both her father and her girlfriend in the same day. In the same battle. The Battle of Starcourt.

. . .

Three months later, the whole party is gathered at the Byers' household.

The kids are helping the Byers pack up their house and load it into the Uhaul.

Max shrugs, her late sister's favorite jacket shifting slightly on her shoulders. Yes, it was the summer, and yes it was hot outside, but Max couldn't take off the jacket. Max slept in the jacket, skated in the jacket, she literally wouldn't - and couldn't - take off the jacket.

. . .

The exhausted girl collapses to the floor of her shared cell with Jim Hopper.

The Russians had decided to group 'the Americans' together.

None of (Y/n)'s friends and siblings would've been able to recognize the girl. Her hair was buzzed and she was thin, sickeningly thin.

"Kid," Hopper rasps, shaking his daughter's girlfriend's shoulder, "you gotta sit up."

The girl complies, wincing slightly at the phantom pains in her side from the Mind Flayer.

. . .

Both Hopper and (Y/n) remove their wooly hats to wipe the sweat from their brows.

"What is this, Americans?" Enzo questions in Russian. "What is taking you this long? Are you tired today?" the man asks, softening slightly at the exhaustion showing on the girl's face.

"Pig," Hopper spits in Russian.

"What did you say?" Enzo questions

"Asshole!" Hopper replies.

Hopper grunts as Enzo drags him away from the workers.

(Y/n) shifts uncomfortably as all the other men look at her, now that her protector was gone. She goes back to her work, using the mallet to hammer the railway posts into the ground.

"You're Russian is getting better," Enzo tells Hopper behind one of the buildings. "So is your acting."

"All right, what is it?" Hopper asks. "You know I don't like leaving her alone."

"I bring news from America," the guard replies. "I heard from your friends. They are bringing your money to Alaska."

"When?" Hopper asks, straightening slightly.

"Today, I hope," Enzo replies. "If my pilot gets his money, he will bring it in his plane tomorrow. Then you and the girl can hitch a ride back to your country. I get rich, and you and the girl are free. Sounds too good to be true, yes?"

"It does," Hopper replies. "This pilot, you sure you can trust him?"

"His name is Yuri Ismaylov," Enzo says. "He's a smuggler. Supplies American goods to some of us guards here, including me on lucky occasions. Cigarettes, peanut butter, Playboys, the best America has to offer."

"Great. So he's a criminal," Hopper says.

"Of course," Enzo replies. "Who else do you want to do this job? Gandhi? You're worried about your woman, is that it? I can see why you like her, American. When I talked to her, I can tell by her voice that she's very pretty." Hopper straightens ever more against his railway posts. "Feisty too. I like that. Shame we won't meet."

"You promised me that she would be safe," Hopper growls.

"And she will be," Enzo says. "Let me handle Yuri. You have more important things to worry about. Remember, you miss that plane tomorrow, I am still rich, and you and the girl are still stuck in Kamchatka. So whatever it is you're planning, American, best get to it, yes?"

. . .

(Y/n)'s stomach rumbles loudly at the lunch break as she takes her normal rations of a bowl of soup and bread.

Hopper leads the way over to one of the pavilions and they sit down beside one of the men that they worked with.

Hopper leans over to the man, holding out his bread.

"I am no fairy," the other man replies in Russian and (Y/n) bites her tongue angrily, knowing that this was their only way of getting out.

"No, no," Hopper replies. In broken Russian, he says, "You . . . hit." He holds out the bread.

Though she was starving - she received less food than the other prisoners - (Y/n) holds out her bread as well, gesturing to her own leg.

The man looks at the two American's. He gestures to Hopper's soup.

Hopper nods, placing the bread into the bowl, and (Y/n) adds her bread to Hopper's bowl. Before Hopper can hand over to bowl, (Y/n) takes the spoon from the bowl.

(Y/n) takes a spoon of soup from her own bowl before offering the bowl and the other spoon to Hopper.

. . .

The mallet slams into the ankle cuffs on (Y/n)'s leg and she bites her coat sleeve, tears of pain welling in her eyes.

. . .

(Y/n)'s gaze swims with pain as the guards tug on her ankle chains and she stumbles slightly stepping off the raised platform.

. . .

(Y/n) feels ashamed as she tugs the ankle cuffs off her leg over the bloody gouge in her leg. She pulls the cuff down below the gouge and over her foot.

"Come here, kid," Hopper says, having done the same, pained tears welling in his eyes.

(Y/n) slides herself over and a sob rips from her throat. Hopper softens, wrapping his arms around (Y/n) in a fatherly hug.

"We're going to get home," Hopper murmurs. "I'll get you home."

. . .

(Y/n) and Hopper slide their pickaxes under the railway and with a grunt of effort from (Y/n), both of the wood snaps.

(Y/n) wrenches the ax out from under the rails and takes it with her as she walks towards the supply shed.

Hopper follows, though he'd forgotten to grab the lower part of the ax.

The guard raises his rifle, pointing it at the two Americans.

(Y/n) raises her hands, showing her broken pickaxe and Hopper raises his.

The guard walks into the shed and Hopper follows.

Looking around, (Y/n) moves around the shed; moving over to one of the snowmobiles and starting the engine.

(Y/n) panics at first, but then she realizes that no one else would be able to hear the engine and relaxes.

. . .

The two arrive at the smugglers shed, and they're waiting overnight when a man arrives.

"Ah, you must be Hopper," the man says in broken English. "I'm Yuri."

The relief must be evident on (Y/n)'s face, because Yuri smiles gently at the girl.

. . .

(Y/n) and Hopper stagger off the plane and Joyce's eyes widen as they fall on (Y/n).

Murray steps forward, embracing Hopper in a friendly hug.

(Y/n) stumbles, falling into Joyce Byers's arms. A sob racks the thin girl's body and she finally lets the tears slide down her cheeks.

Joyce holds the girl close, gently smoothing out the slowly lengthening hair on the girl's head.

Joyce meets Hopper's gaze over (Y/n)'s head, her expression softening with love for the man.

Then, Joyce focuses her gaze back down on the girl.

Through her daze, one thought sears itself in (Y/n)'s mind. "Max," the girl murmurs. "I need to see Max. And El."

. . .

Max sits down, cross-legged in front of her sister's grave, zipping up the jacket before she unfolds her letter. "Dear (Y/n), I don't know if you can even hear this. Two years ago, I would have said, 'That's ridiculous, impossible.' But that was before I found out about alter dimensions and monsters, so . . . I'm just going to stop assuming that I know anything. So much has happened since you left. Neil was a total mess. He and Mom started getting into fights. Bad fights. I don't think he could stand being here anymore, so he took Billy and left. And Neil didn't leave Mom much. She's taken an extra job, and we moved to that lovely trailer park off Kerley. Basically, ever since you left, everything's been . . . a total disaster. And the worst part is, I can't tell anyone why you're gone. I can't tell them that you saved El and Billy's lives. That you saved my life." Max bites her lip, but she can't stop the tears that trickle down her cheeks. "I play that moment back in my head all the time. And sometimes I imagine myself running to you, pulling you away. I imagine that if I had, that you would still be here." Max sniffs, wiping her face carelessly. "And everything would be . . ." the girl sobs ". . . everything would be right again. I imagine that we . . . would be even closer. And I know that's stupid. But I thought that maybe . . . " Max's voice breaks. "But that's not what happened. I just . . . I stood there and I watched. For a while, I tried to be happy. Normal. But I . . . I know part of me died that day too. And I haven't told anyone this. I . . . I just can't. But I had to tell you. Before it's too late. If you can even hear this. I really hope that you can." More tears spill down Max's face. "I'm so, so sorry, (Y/n). Love, your shitty little sister, Max."

Max folds up the letter, shoving it back in the envelope.

There is an eerie rumbling and the sky goes dark.

Max hears the chime of a clock and eerie laughter.

"Max," the voice echoes through the void of darkness. "Max," the voice says again, and Max stands up, shaking with fright. "I've been waiting to hear those words, Max." Max gulps audibly, watching as the figure steps closer to her. "Waiting so very long." The figure's shirt is soaked through with blood, and the blood seems fresh, dripping onto the grass and making the dark earth sizzle. The figure steps forward again, blood dripping from their mouth. "But it wasn't the full truth, was it, Max?" the figure hisses. The figure reaches out their hand, wiping the tears from Max's cheeks with a thumb.

Max breathes shakily, leaning away from the figure.

"You know, I think there's a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day," the figure growls, facing the younger girl, her eyes narrowed. "That was maybe even relieved." Max furiously shakes her head, gulping back sobs. "Happy."

"(Y/n), no, that's not true," Max says, looking up at her older sister with wide eyes.

"That's why you stood there, isn't it, Max?" (Y/n) asks, leaning forward slightly. "It's okay. You can admit it now. No more lies. No more hiding."

"(Y/n), that's not true," Max replies, swallowing back her tears. Max takes a few steps back. "It's not true."

"That's why you feel so much guilt, isn't it Max?" (Y/n) questions, walking closer to the girl.

"No," Max sobs.

"Why you hide from your friends," (Y/n) goes on. "Why you hide from the world."

"No. No," Max wails.

"And why, late at night, you have sometimes wished to follow me," (Y/n) continues, stepping closer to Max and forcing her to the edge of the raised grassy platform.

A clock chimes.

"Follow me into death," (Y/n) rasps. "That is why I am here, my dear sister."

"No," Max sobs again.

"To end your suffering, once and for all."

Max takes another step back. "No," she says, shaking her head. Max takes another step and she falls onto her back. Max's grunt of pain echoes throughout the graveyard.

Looking up, she sees that her sister's body had transformed into Vecna, and now the monster was looking down at her.

"It is time, Max," Vecna says, his voice echoing through Max's mind. "It's time for you to join me."

Max scrambles to her feet and dashes away.

. . .

Max is pinned up against the pillar, vines closing around her neck and pinning her arms and legs to the pillar.

Vecna stands feet away and he takes a few steps closer to her.

Max watches him out of the bottom of her vision, her eyes crossing slightly when he stops - less than a foot in front of her.

Max whimpers, struggling against the bonds to breathe.

. . .

Dustin charges back up the hill with Max's cassette player and all of her tapes.

"What's her favorite song?" Dustin asks, spilling the player and tapes onto the ground.

"Uh," Lucas scrambles through the pile, finding the correct tape. He jams it into the player, throws the headphones onto Max's head, and hits play.

. . .

Max's favorite song, Running Up That Hill, begins playing inside of Vecna's mind prison, and Max's eyes fly open.

Max can see that a portal had opened up over Vecna's shoulder and she stares at it, watching as her friends try to wake her.

"Max, wake up!" she hears Dustin yell.

"They can't help you, Max," Vecna says, turning back to his victim. "There's a reason you hide from them."

Memories begin flashing in Max's mind - (Y/n) teaching her to skate; her and Lucas dancing at the Sno-Ball; her, (Y/n), and El getting ice-cream together; her and the boys

"You belong here," Vecna says.

"You're not really here," Max growls.

"Oh, but I am, Max," Vecna replies. "I am," he raises a clawed hand above Max's head and lowers it until it almost touches her face.

. . .

"I'd be running up that road. Be running up that hill," the lyrics pierce through the fog that had been closing over Max's mind.

More memories flash before Max's eyes - riding her skateboard around Mike in the gym, trips to the arcade with her friends, scaring the party members on Halloween, cuddling with her sister on the couch during their weekly movie night.

"I don't want a letter," Lucas shakes the envelope. "I'm right here."

Max forces her way through her bonds, stabbing Vecna in the shoulder with a rock.

As the bridge of the song builds, Max charges for the portal.

Vecna stares after the girl, then raising his hand, sending rocks and parts of the house to land in the water.

One lands directly behind Max, and she tips, falling into the water.

Max scrambles to her feet, continuing to sprint for the portal.

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i-writes-things · 2 years

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Hi! Can I please request a Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley x reader platonic fic where Nancy and Robin both kind of see reader as like a younger sister figure and maybe they’re all in the upside down together / at Starcourt or something and reader gets hurt (despite Nancy already being overprotective) and it’s just angst but gentle. I’m sorry if that makes no sense I just love your works and I’m dying for you to write something Nancy / Robin based :) <3

A Perfect Plan

Nancy & Robin x Platonic!sister-figure!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, cpr, not edited.

Author's Notes: Hi!!!! Thank you so much for this request, I honestly had a better time than I thought I would writing this request!! <3

Not my Gif*

"I can be the one to distract it while El goes-"

"No." Robin cuts in.

"You could get hurt, Y/n." Nancy adds taking a step forward, filled with worries.

"She could switch with, um, Lucas. Anyone can throw a rock at a big ass monster." Robin suggests.

"No, she can't. Lucas is the only one experienced enough. It has to be him." Mike argues, aggressively turning his head towards the older girls.

"It's not a rock, me and Will found fireworks instead." Lucas corrects.

"So what if Y/n gets hurt, what if Lucas gets hurt. We all might die, so getting hurt a little bit doesn't sound so bad when compared to death." Jonathan throws out there.

Nancy and Robin both seemed apprehensive about you going into trouble, but they all were so there wasn't much they could do.

"Fine, Y/n can be the distraction."

"Yeah, thanks for your blessing." Mike said, somewhat under his breath, getting to his feet.

"Well everyone knows the plan. Lets get out there..." Steve told the group.

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"I am ready, gonna run like the speeding gazelle that I totally am..." You whispered to yourself.

Everyone was stationed in there hiding spots, and after almost an hour, there was a distant rumble and you walkied up to Dustin and Lucas.

"You guys heard that? Over."

"Copy, we did hear it. Stay sharp. Over."

"Copy that, Dust. Over." You shut off the walkie and looked out at the light up mall, that was completely empty. No shoppers shopping, only light up shops with no cashiers to check you out at a slow day at the mall, but it was close to midnight and the dead silence was making you feel sick. The eerie air finally settling, just as your sense were over loaded with noise. It was your queue. You had to run. You had to run right now. Waving and shaking yourself around you ran out and was immediately stunned at the size of the iky creature that had all its focus on you. A scream from the other end of the mall square got not only the Monster's but your attention as well. Panic washing over you, you screamed back and continued until the monsters full attention was on you again.

"KILL ME MIND FLAYER!!!" Nancy heard your scream with tears in her eyes as she ran to her next position, going to meet Steve.

You were running around as the rest of the group got into there final positions. Legs aching, you ran on, pushing yourself, waiting for the signal. It was life or death and with the will to live on, your legs never stopped.

An Explosion from the other side of the mall rang in your ears, Lucas's voice as follows, "Eat this, you ugly piece of shit!" another round of fireworks went off.

You jogged off to the side, leaning against a wall, catching your breath and saw your friends take on the monster themselves. Steve and Nancy's trap had seemed to be going on just fine, not that the monster was having any of it, but it was working to an extent.

El was up and after a final deep breath to get it all back you looked around for her. Billy was even standing in the darkness. Almost running out, wanting to do something to help but came up empty handed. You had nothing to help with. Your eyes scanned the place around you, a water fountain, closed store front, and a janitors closet. Nothing useful to help with the fight. A scream came from your left, out from across the mall, El and Billy were in the misted of fighting. Eleven's nose bleeding, and a sweaty Billy they fought through it.

You on the other hand, had an instinct to get something from that closet. A broom, a pole, a bat, a stick, maybe even a high powered lawnmower and just shred the creature to death. All that you could get your hands on was a mop. You held it tight in your sweaty palms, deciding if this was really what you were about to do. As another scream clouded your head, so did your judgement as you went flailing over the mall. Leaping atop a bench and wacky its sliminess your very ineffective mop. The only thing that you were met with was a hard slap to the face that sent you flying right off the bench...

Some time later...

A far away voice, a bright light and a headache was all you were met with.

"Y/n!" It called again, it was like a dream. You weren't fully sure of anything. But well you fully focused on the voice, it pulled you back with such an urgency to it that your only reaction was an overwhelmed scream.

"Y/n...?" They asked from your right.

"Steve, go get her, she's awake!!" Will's familiar voice stuck out from the rest, as he pushed passed the crowd that stood around your Hospital bed.

"What happened, Y/n?" Mike asked, Dustin being the one to stop him from asking anything more.

"Shut up, Mike."

"Wha-"

"Y/n, how do you feel?" The same familiar voice flooded your vision coming from your right again. Finally looking in that direction you saw her, Nancy.

"Did we kick ass?" Nancy smirked, and the whole group started to smile a bit.

"Yeah," She smiled, "we did kick ass."

"Good. How am I?" Her smile faded slightly, as growing footsteps turned into Robin pushing Mike and Lucas beside to get to you.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She whispered and gave me a big hug, letting a breath go.

"I remember, I wasn't. Thinking, I mean." My own smile shows through as she pulls away.

"You better start thinking next time, Y/n." Nancy examined the bruises on your neck and face.

"I'm alive aren't I, Nance?"

"Barely."

"I can breath just fine."

"Yeah, after Steve did CPR-" She bit her lip, "Twice."

You thought it for a moment, you weren't breathing. You. Weren't. Breathing.

"But you'll be out of here in no time." Robin pulled you out of your horrid thoughts and into the positive side.

Giving a smile and a nod, "Yeah," your quiet response made everyone kinda sad. But Max and Eleven were sitting outside, both under this bit weight on their shoulders after that fight. They didn't want to see you till you were better. The same thought came to you, you would see them in time. Right now was just not the time. Thankfully you had your two big sisters to watch out for you, until your parents came to your rescue.

"Thanks, guys, for saving my life and all." All giving different nods and 'Of course's' ending off with a 'Your welcome' from Steve.

#stranger things group #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin buckley x sister!figure!reader #Nancy wheeler x sister!figure!reader #mike wheeler #jonathan x nancy #jonathan byers #steve harrington #eleven

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cas-kingdom · 2 years

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Stranger things and your OC/reader please: “I don’t like that look. What happened?”

A/N: For the sake of my OC!reader’s involvement in the show’s story & the age I imagine her to be (17-18) around the 3rd season, Sara’s death isn’t as recent as it is canonically.

"I don’t like that look,” Hopper lilted as he walked up the steps to the cabin. His eyes were on you, stretched out on the porch bench as you stared at the night sky. You briefly flicked them in his direction at his words, just as he took his hat off and perched it on the banister. “What happened?”

You returned your gaze to the sky. “Nothing,” you said. At his lack of response, you turned your head towards him. Hopper had leant back against the fencing and crossed his arms over his chest. One brow was raised, his lips upturned in a knowing smile. You breathed a short laugh through your nose and sat up. “Seriously, Dad,” you reiterated. “I’m fine.”

Hopper shrugged. He trusted his relationship with you enough to know you’d tell him if something was up. If not now, then eventually. “Alright,” he relented, “but I still don’t like that look.” He ducked his head a little to peer in through the dimly lit window. “Where’s El?”

“Watching TV,” you said. You shifted in your seat and curled your legs beneath you, absently fidgeting with your fingers. Hopper watched you for a moment, studying your actions, noting the tell tale signs he’d learnt over your lifetime which told him that though you may be fine, you most definitely were not happy.

Wordlessly, he sat beside you, slumping in his seat. It wasn’t exactly warm out, but you had a habit of sitting on the porch bench most evenings while you waited for him to come home from work, whether there was a breeze or not. Sometimes, El waited with you, the two of you reading a book or playing a boardgame on the decking, and he found himself incredibly at ease in those moments. To see his kids together and happy was something he would choose above all else, for both his sake and your own, and the past you’d left behind.

“Good day at work?” You broke the restful silence.

Hopper audibly sighed. “Uh-huh,” he said. “Always something interesting in Hawkins. What about you? Good day with El?”

It was a question he always asked, his subconscious needing to hear that your new family situation was still working, and you usually answered without problems. This time, your answer was taking too long for comfort, and Hopper fancied it had something to do with the look he’d caught earlier. He dropped his head and gave you a look of his own, something you glanced at briefly before biting your bottom lip, a clear indication of defeat.

“She found a photo of Sara today,” you said quietly. “The one you took on our fourth birthday at that restaurant. It didn’t upset me or anything, don’t worry. Just...made me think, you know?”

Hopper did know. Thinking about Sara had always been a daily occurrence, but since inviting El into his home, the thoughts had only recently become more pronounced. It wasn’t that El replaced the daughter he’d lost, but she certainly soothed the ache in his heart…made it easier to remember Sara in a light that wasn’t so negative.

He didn’t doubt that the same could be said for you. Losing a sister was hard enough for anyone to cope with, but losing your twin had changed you permanently. You’d been such a happy child, you both had, but there always seemed to be some dull cloud hanging over your head, vaguely marring your smiles and the brightness in your eyes. But since El, it had all become less noticeable. Everything had. Sara’s loss...the divorce...the move...unacknowledged emotions. Little by little, El’s light was beginning to shine through that cloud.

In a way, it seemed as though your words, your denial of being upset about Sara’s photo and your overall reaction to it, were a gentle acceptance towards the often unspoken fact that Sara really was gone. You hardly spoke about her anymore. You’d hardly grieved. But somewhere along the way, a time between now and saving El, it seemed as though things slowly began to look up.

Hopper dragged a tired hand down his face and shifted across the bench. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you tight against his side. “Yeah,” he breathed out, rubbing your shoulder, “I know.” He glanced behind him and through the window. El’s eyes were still fixed on the TV, the same entrancement on her face that she held whenever she did something she’d once been forbidden from doing.

His lips quirked in a smile as he turned to face you. “You’re a great big sister, honey,” he said. “And I’m proud of you. You know that?” He pressed a kiss to your temple, feeling you nod against his lips, then peered up at the sky. The stars glinted. “So’s Sara.”

Stranger Things Masterpost

send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

#stranger things #hopper #jim hopper #hopper x reader #jim hopper x reader #eleven #eleven x reader #el x reader #reader #reader fic #sister!reader #sister reader #daughter reader #daughter!reader #teen reader #teen!reader #mine #baby fic #drabble

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natlovessoup · 1 year

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On My Way - Masterlist

A Jim Hopper x Single Mom!Reader fic

Pairing: Jim Hopper x (Single-ish)Mom!Reader

Summary: Together with her daughter Willow, Y/N tries to get away from her abusive husband. Running away from home, she takes shelter in her sister Joyce's house a few towns over. Here Y/N tries to build a better life for herself and her daughter, she meets Jim and Eleven and becomes a better aunt to her nephews, Will and Jonathan.

But what happens when her husband comes back into their lives, trying to make it a living hell? Will he pull apart the stable base she has created for her and her daughter?

Featuring: Dad!Jim Hopper, Eleven as a big sister, tooth-rotting fluff

TW: trauma, abuse mentions, (i'll update as the fic is progressing)

events in the show didn't happen, this is entirely an au :)

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Prologue:

You and your daughter Willow are running away, trying to catch the train in time. This is just interactions between you both, before the real story begins :)

Chapter one;

You and Willow are traveling to see your sister Joyce in Hawkins

Chapter two: t.b.a.

more chapters to be announced....

#stranger things #jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #dad!jim hopper #single mom!reader #dad!jim hopper x reader #mom!reader #jim hopper x mom!reader #jim hopper x single mom!reader #on my way series #chief hopper x reader #dad!chief hopper #big sister eleven

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kaylawritesfics · 2 years

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Dating Steve Harrington and Being Hopper’s Daughter

headcanons

summary: what it’s like to date steve and be jim hopper’s daughter

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader (hopper!reader)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcoholism, character death, mentions of grieving

note: this wasn’t requested i just really wanted to do one of these with a hopper!reader. this has no stranger things 4 spoilers and it’s mainly set in seasons 2 and 3 :)

You and Steve went to school together. While you may have been in the same grade, you may as well have been in totally different high schools. Your social standings couldn’t have been farther apart.

In fact, you didn’t really meet Steve until things started going bad in Hawkins for the second time.

You basically ran the household for years before your dad brought El home. After that, he begins to fix his behavior. He drinks less and he tries to be home with the two of you more.

While you appreciate his development, you can’t help but have a lingering feeling of resentment for the way he treated you growing up.

Hopper was never a bad father. In fact, when he was sober, he was the best. He wasn’t a mean drunk, either. He was just sloppy and lazy and nothing like how he was with El.

You loved your new sister, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous of the relationship she had with your father. They were watching Miami Vice on Fridays, having breakfast together, having movie nights, etc, while you spent most of your childhood cleaning up beer cans and trying to fend for yourself.

Hopper really tries to make it up to you. He feels awful about his past behavior. You can’t help but sympathize with him a bit.

Between you bringing Steve home and El bringing Mike home, Hopper is losing his mind. The three inches rule is firmly set in place the minute Steve Harrington walks through his front door.

Your dad secretly really likes Steve. He’d never admit it because that ruins the whole intimidating father shtick he’s got going on but he’s really glad that you found someone sweet like Steve.

Steve, on the other hand, is scared shitless by Hopper. Literally, he’s terrified and there’s no way to comfort him.

One time, Hopper came home earlier than you thought and caught you and Steve making out in your bed, both of your shirts discarded somewhere around your room. Steve wouldn’t come back over for weeks.

He was fully convinced he was gonna die that night.

Eleven loves Steve !! They have a very cute sibling-ish relationship going on.

Sometimes, Steve is invited to family movie nights, which he finds a little bit of solace in, knowing that maybe your dad doesn’t completely hate him.

Steve likes to take you (and sometimes El) on late night drives. He always lets you and El pick the music.

Sometimes, you’re able to sneak El out of the house without your dad finding out.

You, Max, and El spend a lot of weekends at the mall, getting free ice cream courtesy of your lovely boyfriend.

(Of course you’re careful and make sure El is safe the whole time you’re there)

When your dad dies, you and El find a lot of comfort in each other.

You eventually agree to let Joyce take El to California while you stay in Hawkins with Steve, repairing your dad’s cabin.

Letting El go was one of the hardest decisions you’ve had to make but you knew your dad would be glad that she was safe and away from Hawkins.

You also couldn’t really support her, being barely lt out of high school, so you knew it would be best.

Steve comforts you and let’s you cry to him whenever you miss your family. It would really be unbearable to stay in Hawkins without him.

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