#i know in lucas on the line there was a girl at the party after the basketball game lucas thought was cute and i think if he had the time

[upsidedog]

a little over a month after max ended things with lucas a girl in her spanish class aproched her and asked if “lucas sinclar” is single. apparently she thinks he’s cute and has seen them hanging out. “no, he isn’t single” is what max wants to say because if she sticks to her plan of mourning their relationship for the rest of high school so should he, even if max was the one who broke it off. but max is a good person so she says “yeah he’s single.” but not that good so she adds “he just got out of a relationship though, and he’s not over her” and since she’s already crossed that first line “i actually wouldn’t even try.”

max only lasts an hour or two before she feels so guilty she tells lucas there’s a girl in her spanish class that he should ask out cause she thinks he’s cute. lucas is a little offended that his ex is trying to play matchmaker on principle but also because he was sort of planning on mourning his and max’s relationship for the rest of high school

#stranger things #max mayfield #lumax #i honestly could’ve gotten a whole season of max and lucas on unstable kinda ‘bad’ terms i live for the drama #like i mean i could go into character analysis mode but it’s a holiday #i know in lucas on the line there was a girl at the party after the basketball game lucas thought was cute and i think if he had the time #it would’ve been healthy and normal to move on but also max would be eating drywall out of jealously #like obvi lucas would be doing nothing wrong they’ve been broken up but max deserves a little toxicicity she deserves to passive #aggressively ask what his new girlfriend’s high score in dig dug is then celebrate to herself when she says she doesn’t play video games bc #max is an awkward dork 15 y/o who thought a core reason why lucas liked her was because she would beat the hard arcade levels for him #max wants to be with him so bad but feels like a monster and she’s so in her grief she doesn’t even know how to ask for help so their #relationship is over even as max is still hanging on. conversely lucas has no clue what’s going on over than a vague idea - he wants to be #with max he wants to support max but he doesn’t know how and he also wants to feel normal and be cool and forget the past few years and max #is by far the most resentful of his attempts to leave the past behind because THATS WHERE SHES STUCK #i said i wouldn’t do analysis then i did. middle ground is i won’t rewrite it 2 not be a scrambled train of thought because it is a holiday

[strawberryspence]

I will never not be OBSESSED with the Famous trope + Found Family trope with the Party 😭 The headlines would be so chaotic? Like:

Famous Rockstar Eddie Munson is seen eating lunch with two time Pulitzer winner Nancy Wheeler, Highest Paid Photographer Jonathan Byers and Successful Entrepreneur Argyle Alvez. How does he know these people???

Three time Grammy Winner Eddie Munson seen in a McDonald's with World Renowned Astronaut Dustin Henderson and New York Times Best Seller Will Byers-Wheeler and Mike Byers-Wheeler. What the actual fuck???

Eddie Munson, seen in a Chicago Bulls game looking confused as hell, mere seconds after finding out his second album just went Multi-platinum, with his husband, Steve Munson. Also seen in pictures, Eddie Munson hugging point guard Lucas Sinclair and his wife, Max Sinclair. How???

MSG Sold Out Performer Eddie Munson seen in Chicago Medical Center with World Renowned Surgeon Dr. Erica Sinclair. Our insiders say that the rockstar is FINE and was only having lunch with the doctor. What in the multiverse is happening???

Eddie Munson and his husband seen in line at the book signing of rising Linguistics Author Robin Buckley. They ended up laughing so hard when they reached the author, they almost got kicked out. Turns out they all knew each other???

Rock Star Eddie Munson bringing packed lunch in pajamas to a small Chicago preschool where husband, Steve Munson and known friend, Jane Hopper works. Why??? How??? What???

Third most followed person on Instagram Eddie Munson, just broke the internet by posting a group picture with Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Jonathan Byers, Argyle Alvez, Dustin Henderson, Lucas, Max and Erica Sinclair, Mike and Will Byers-Wheeler, his husband Steve Munson and family friend Jane Hopper. HOW DO THEY ALL KNOW EACH OTHER?! WHAT A WEIRD GROUP?!

The more people speculate, the more they say shit. Like people ask them how they know each other and they all just throw out the weirdest answers.

Nancy gets asked in a press conference how she knows Rock Star Eddie Munson? Nancy answers with, "I was driving myself to California when I was 19 and I picked him up as a hitch hiker along the way. We’ve been friends since then."

Robin gets asked in a lecture how she knows the Sinclair Clan? Robin answers with, "I go way back with Dr. Erica. She once saved me from Russian Doctors trying to cut my toe nails."

Eddie goes on an interview in National TV and the host asks how he's friends with Argyle and Jon? Eddie answers with, "I got kidnapped by a killer clown when I was 17. They saved me by crushing the clown's still beating heart with their own bare hands."

Steve gets bombarded with questions online of how he knows Nancy, Robin, Jon, Argyle and even Eddie (his husband)? Steve answers with, "We were stuck in detention every Saturday when we were in senior year. We all became friends when Eddie Munson started singing Don't You (Forget About Me)."

Will and Mike gets asked in an interview about their friendship with Basketball Star, Lucas Sinclair? Will says, “Lucas once gave my dog CPR, ultimately, saving it’s life and we’ve been friends since then.” and Mike just goes, “Who???”

Erica once got asked how she knew Genius Astronaut, Dustin Henderson. Erica rolls her eyes, “That boy owes me his life. Ask him, not me.”

Dustin gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Dustin goes with, “Eddie once saved me from a feral army of bats and almost died. I’ve never let go of him since then.” The fans think this one might actually be true, they’ve seen the scars on Eddie, they’ve got theories and Dustin just gave them a puzzle piece.

Argyle got asked in a Business Magazine how he knows this weird, interconnected group. Argyle says, “Oh dude! Those are my life long friends! It started with a pizza van, a dead man, and a road trip to Utah. There was also a bald girl involved. In the end, the real treasure really is the friends we make along the way.”

Jonathan gets asked how he knows Eddie Munson. Jon gives the softest, sweetest smile and says, “We were in a satanic cult together.”

Jane Hopper gets asked once in public (how she knows all these famous people), someone filmed it and it went viral on Twitter. El says, verbatim, “Oh. It all started when I was kidnapped by an evil scientist who tested stuff on me like I was a lab rat. Long story short, they saved my life and they are my family.” By then people already don’t believe any of them because they all give out the most ridiculous answers. Hopper still grounds her for that even though she doesn’t live with him anymore. (Owens, who hasn't called them in 15 years, reached out with a warning).

→ Current Additions: Lucas Lie Detector & Max's Future (Scroll down the link)

#people will be speculating #but they wont say shit #steddie rants #dae writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things headcanons #steddie headcanons #steddie #stranger things #the party #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things rants #daeheadcanons

[watchmegetobsessed]

JUST HOW FAST THE NIGHT CHANGES (part 1)

A/N: i have no idea where im going with this, im literally just running into the darkness here, so be patient hehe, but here is high school reunion harry!

PAIRING: Harry x High-School-Best-Friend!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

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You stare up at the banner once again, your eyes stopping at that one letter that’s crooked. You didn’t notice it up close when you were painting it and now it’s driving you crazy, even though Bee assured you she didn’t even notice it.

But she wouldn’t notice if you shaved your head either, so it doesn’t help the situation.

“It’s fine,” you whisper to yourself, reading the ‘Good Luck Harry!’ sign over again, the crooked letter H making fun of you before you turn your gaze away.

The whole gang is here, all of Harry’s closest friends from class. Bee is taking care of the snacks in the corner, Joshua is playing on his phone sitting on the rundown sofa, Beckham is next to him, shouting directions Josh is probably not taking and Chloe is blowing up the last balloons left while Lucas is helping her tying them, but his eyes keep wandering over to Bee just a few feet away.

It all looks and feels like a usual gathering in Chloe’s family’s basement, the place you’ve hung out at almost every day after school the past few years, but today is a special day. Harry is stepping on the road to fame tomorrow so this could easily be the last time the whole group is here together. 

“Nothing will change, maybe I’ll be out after the first round, who knows?” Harry told you several times when he saw you get sad about a possible future where he is not here or at school with you every day.

You just smiled at him every time and ignored the ache in your chest.

While Bee is the closest to you out of your group of friends, Harry has a special place in your heart. You practically grew up together, you went to the same kindergarten though you weren’t quite friends, then you became classmates and by the end of second grade your little gang was formed and your crush on Harry started your interest in boys. With his bright, light green eyes and mop of curls he woke those butterflies right up in your belly with just one smile. 

“He’s here!” Chloe’s mum calls out from upstairs and you get everyone in order, lined up under the banner as you wait for Harry to join the little party. 

You hear his muffled voice, he asks Chloe’s mum how she is as always before the door at the top of the stairs opens and his footsteps rush down until he finally comes into view.

“Surprise!” you all shout, earning a shocked expression that quickly turns into a goofy grin as he walks down the last few steps, joining the group.

“What is this?” he asks, looking around the basement.

“This is our way of wishing you good luck for tomorrow,” Chloe smiles brightly, rolling on her heels.

“Your farewell party,” Joshua adds with a snort and you poke his ribs.

“It’s not a farewell party!” you tell him off.

“Don’t act like I’m gonna be dead from tomorrow,” Harry laughs.

“If you sing horribly, you will be dead to me,” Beckham deadpans as everyone laughs. 

“Come on, you guys. Nothing will change, I promise.”

“You won’t forget about your best mates, will you?” Bee pouts her lips before wrapping her arms around Harry. 

“Never,” he smirks, squeezing the girl tightly. 

Even though it’s supposed to be a party, it feels like just another afternoon, hanging out after school. The boys are playing video games, this time Chloe is trying to learn to use the console as well while Bee is cheering on her. You’re sitting in the bean bag with Harry, just watching them, not feeling like participating this time.

“Hey, you alright?” Harry bumps his shoulder against yours. He probably notices how you’ve been zoned out on the screen for the past ten minutes without even processing anything that happened in the game.

“Yeah,” you nod, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?”

You shrug, but you know he will make you give him an answer either way.

“I’m a little scared.”

“Of what?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one being scared?” he chuckles, but you can only give him a weak smile. “I already told you, nothing will change.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Okay, I have no idea what the outcome of the audition will be, but I know I don’t want to lose my best friends,” he says, looking around with a smile.

“But you won’t have time for us when you’ll be an international rockstar.”

“I’ll always have time for you, Y/N,” he softly says and the way he said it has the butterflies dancing around in your stomach instantly. He didn’t say he’ll have time for the group, he talked about only you.

“Promise?” you ask, peeking at him.

“Promise,” he nods and wrapping an arm around your shoulders he pulls you against him and you happily move into him.

Nervously playing with your fingers you think of the object that’s tucked away in your pocket, this feels like the right moment to bring out. Hopefully Harry won’t think it’s childish. Digging into your pocket you pull the bracelet out and look up at Harry anxiously.

“I have something for you.”

His eyes snap down to meet yours as you adjust in the bean bag so you can hold the bracelet out.

“I made it for you, so you’ll never forget me, not even when you’ll be a superstar.”

The bracelet lies in your palm and he takes it, holding it closer to his face to have a better look at it. It’s a simple bracelet made from colorful beads, one of them has his name’s first letter, another one has yours and a smiley face between them. Originally, you wanted to put a heart there, but you thought that would be too mushy.

“You don’t have to wear it if you think it’s ridiculous or something…” 

“I love it,” he says as he rolls it over his hand and onto his wrist, holding it up in front of the two of you. Your heart skips a beat and heat rushes to your cheeks, you can only hope he hasn’t noticed the effect this gesture had on you. 

Harry turns to you, the corners of his lips curling upwards as his eyes keep moving between yours and you can feel a moment happening.

You can’t stop your gaze from peeking down at his lips for a second and you actually catch him doing the same. Your heart is hammering in your chest so wildly, he might even hear it. He angles his body so he is more turned towards you and the basement stops existing around you for a split second, convinced that he is about to kiss you.

And then Beckham starts shouting at the screen, jumping up from the couch, completely destroying the moment. 

Curling your lips into your mouth you quickly turn away and glue your eyes to the TV, but process nothing of what’s happening in the game. You can only feel how Harry’s thigh is pressed against yours and you swear you can feel him stare at the side of your head, but you’re too scared to look. 

Maybe you read the whole thing wrong. Maybe it was nothing and he had absolutely no intention of kissing you.

It couldn’t have been real, he is Harry and you’re Y/N, he is about to be famous and you’ll be stuck right where you are. There’s no way he would have made a move. Not now, not here and not on you.

The party stretches a little longer than it usually does and eventually what ends it is that Harry needs to wake up early in the morning, so everyone heads home.Beckham gets picked up by his sister. Joshua lives just down the street so he is off on foot and Lucas, Joshua and Bee take the bus. You see a hint of annoyance on Lucas’ face when Joshua says he is going with them, he must have hoped to be alone with Bee.

You and Harry are the last ones to leave, on your bikes as usual. Your house is always the first one and though it’s a little longer for him to stop there, he always tags along, makes sure you’re home safe before heading home. 

This time is no different, but through the ride you can only think about how this might be the last time the two of you share this ride home from Chloe’s. And it feels horrible. 

Harry has told you several times that he won’t stop being your friend, whatever happens tomorrow at the audition. That he’ll always be there for you. But deep down you know nothing will be the same and these are promises he might not be able to keep because of reasons out of his control. When his career takes off he won’t be able to just come home and hang out only because you miss him. He might be on the other side of the globe, in an entirely different time zone so phone calls wouldn’t work with your schedule either.

It breaks your heart to imagine a life where Harry is not in your friend group. Where he is not your best friend. 

When you spot your house down the road you fight the urge to slow down and turn around. He would think you’re silly, but you just want this moment to last forever, because right now, you have him, but after tomorrow, he’ll slip out of your hands and you can’t do anything about it.

Harry waits as you roll your bike into the garage and meet him at your front door.

“Call me when you know the results tomorrow,” you say with a small smile and you try your best to make it look genuine. 

You feel terrible, but part of you is hoping he won’t get in, because that means he’ll come back home and life will continue to be the same as before. You’re such a horrible friend…

“Of course, you’ll be the first one to know if I embarrass myself in front of the whole country,” he chuckles, trying to make a joke out of it as always. He’s been playing it cool, like this audition is no big deal, but you know him enough to notice the signs that give away just how nervous he is.

You’re looking for the right words, to say something, anything to him, but at last you have nothing so you just move forward and wrap him in a tight hug. He lets go of his bike, it falls to the side with a thud as he locks you in his arms with just as much enthusiasm.

“Good luck, Harry,” you mumble against his hoodie, squeezing him tight one last time before letting him go.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiles as he steps back to his bike.

You stand there and watch him roll out to the road, he glances back at you once more, lifting a hand up in the air in a wave before disappearing down the road. 

Harry’s phone buzzes with a text just as he exits the gym, his yellow North Face jacket swallowing his muscular form as the cold London air hits his sweaty cheeks. He makes sure his beanie is covering as much of his head as possible, a pair of sunglasses added for more privacy, though he just knows some fans will recognize him on his way home.

He makes his way down the street as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, a smile stretching across his face when he sees a message from Beckham in the group chat.

BECKHAM: Alright, place is reserved from 7, don’t be fucking late because I won’t have the server’s disapproving looks. Can’t wait to see you all.

More messages start to flow in, everyone joking around about arriving hours late just to get on Beckham’s nerves. Harry’s eyes twinkle with extra shine when he sees some special names up on the screen, Chloe, Bee, Joshua and Lucas all chime in, Joshua even writes that Beckham should have just namedropped Harry and everything would be fine. God, he can’t wait to see his old mates again!

He can’t believe it’s been ten years since his class graduated. Technically, he wasn’t part of it since he finished school privately once his career took off, but they were kind enough to include him in the anniversary as well and he wouldn’t miss it for anything. He made sure it could fit in his schedule before he goes back to touring. 

He types in a quick reply.

HARRY: Beck, use me all you want. I’m giving you the right. But I’ll be there on time.

The conversation keeps rolling and Harry watches the text pop up one after the other, but he really is just looking for one name.

A name he hasn’t seen since a text weeks ago.

While the whole class is happy to come together and the group chat is almost always buzzing, you haven’t been active at all, only let them know you’d be coming at the beginning, but it’s been radio silence since then.

Harry has been fighting the urge to text you for weeks now. He would be lying if he said seeing you again after all this time does not affect him in any way. He has mixed feelings about the last decade when it comes to you. 

His life changed so much and so fast after the audition that he couldn’t keep up with his promise. Not all of them, at least. Before he could process what was happening around him, he was out of school and on the road with his new band, one album came after the other and he could never be part of his friends’ life the way he wanted to. 

He tried to come home as often as he could, but they all knew it would never be the same again. He kept in touch with the group for a long time, with you too. But as you all started to grow up and go on your separate paths, fallout was inevitable. 

But it hurt the most when it came to you, because you were always more special to him than the rest of the group.

The two of you stayed in touch for a while, you were still talking when you started college, but it consumed so much of your time and Harry’s career was skyrocketing, you simply couldn’t keep up with the pace anymore. 

He kept an eye on you though, following you on Instagram, seeing the posts you uploaded, glimpses of your life, major events, things Harry would have loved to be there for you, but he couldn’t. After a while, he wasn’t even sure you’d want to talk to him, after all, he didn’t keep his promise and you drifted apart and he still hasn’t gotten himself over that.

He swallows the disappointment down as he locks his phone and slips it back into his pocket, quickening his pace.

Harry somehow stayed the closest to Beckham. It’s been over a year since the last time he saw him, but they kept in touch through texts, so they made plans to meet up before heading to the restaurant where the reunion will be happening. 

Knowing he’ll definitely have a few drinks, Harry gets in a taxi and makes his way to Beckham’s place where he lives with his girlfriend. 

At the beginning Nadine was way out of Beckham’s league. She’s a lawyer, the kind of woman you look at and know that she has her life together, always had. Beckham, on the other hand, was always a lost soul, well, right until he met Nadine. She brought the best out of him and pushed him to start an IT career. It’s been two years, now they live together and Beckham is no longer the lost boy he used to be. 

He pays for the ride and hops up the stairs of the townhouse, ringing the doorbell. Moments later Nadine opens the front door.

“Harry, hi! So nice to see you again! She smiles from behind her stylish glasses. They have only met twice, but she always greets him as if they’ve known each other forever. “Come on in, Beckham is getting dressed. Do you want something to drink?”

“No, I’m alright, thank you,” he returns her smile upon walking into the foyer. A phone starts ringing somewhere in the kitchen and Nadine sighs.

“I have to take this, I’m sorry. Make yourself home though!”

Before he could say something she’s gone so he walks into the living room, his eyes instantly landing on the dozens of photo frames hanging on the wall. Bits and moments of the pair’s life as a couple and before they knew each other well. Harry sees a lot of unknown faces, but he spots the familiar ones too.

His gaze lands on one particular picture that has the group in it, taken in the basement at Beckham’s 14th birthday. Piled up on the couch, everyone is laughing and grinning, he recalls Lucas said something funny before the photo was snapped. He is on the left end of the couch, pressed up between the arm and you and you’re partially sitting on his lap since there wasn’t much room. He remembers this moment, how he could smell your shampoo, the urge to curl his arm around your waist to pull you more against him, but he was too scared to make a move. If he remembers right, he felt like you got nervous when Chloe pushed you and your back pressed against his chest fully. His heart was drumming in his chest, his nose brushed against your hair and he knew his cheeks were turning red when one of your hands ended up on his thigh. He thought of asking you out that evening when the two of you biked home, but chickened out at last.

He still wonders what you’d have said, if things would be different now if he ever manned up before his life changed entirely.

“Hey man! Sorry to make you wait.”

Beckham walks in, fixing the cuffs of his shirt before holding out a hand to Harry that he takes with a friendly shake.

“It’s alright.”

Beckham’s eyes wander to the picture he just saw his friend eyeing and a knowing smile stretches across his face.

“Nervous to see her again?”

“No,” Harry chuckles, but he can’t fool him. “I’m not even sure she’ll want to talk to me,” he adds quietly.

“It’s not like you guys had a big fight, don’t worry about it. I’m sure she’s glad to see you again.”

“She told you that?”

“Nope,” Beckham chuckles, patting Harry’s back. “Come on, let’s get going.”

Harry has been extremely excited to meet his ex-classmates. He was eager to see how much they all changed, where their life is going now, he knew it would be fun to see all the different paths they took even if he hasn’t seen these people in over a decade. 

The sense of familiarity that takes over him upon arriving is so comforting. Suddenly, he feels fourteen again, messing around at school with his mates, planning to play football after classes or getting ice-cream.

They are situated in the back of the restaurant, around one long table. There are some people that are a bit late, everyone starts off with a drink, greeting old friends and the conversation starts to flow instantly. 

Harry’s company is in high demand, of course, and he is happy to catch up with anyone and everyone that comes up to him. He makes sure to ask them too so it’s not just him talking. He wants to avoid being the center of attention, tonight shouldn’t be about just him, but everyone else equally.

As time passes by he finds his gaze wandering towards the entrance every time someone walks in, looking for one particular person. Ten minutes, fifteen, twenty, you’re late to dinner and he fears you might not even come at all.

“She’s just running late because of work,” Chloe comments when she catches him eyeing the door again.

“Huh?”

“If you thought you were playing it cool, you’re not,” she chuckles, sipping on her cocktail. “She’ll be here any minute.”

He hums, chewing on his bottom lip as he forces himself not to stare at the entrance. 

As everyone starts to settle around the table Harry slips out to use the restroom quickly. Just as he is walking back, smoothing his hand over his shirt, his eyes move over to the door once again and this time he finally sees you walk in.

And he can feel his world turning upside down.

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[su8arandspite]

New Year, New Beginnings

Summary: Eddie has been hiding from you all night and you try to find out why. Or, alternatively, the one where you and Eddie ring in 1987 in the best way.

eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings and content: pure fluff, not proofread closely. Just a quick new years blurb for y'all :)

Word count: 1.2k

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. It was a far cry from the ragers of his King Steve days, for sure, but Robin and Steve’s new apartment was full of friends and that was much more your speed anyways. Your extended friend group, even Hellfire and the kids, was scattered throughout.

From your spot in the living room, you had a good view of everyone. Ever the gracious host, Steve was in the kitchen helping dole out drinks and snacks while he chatted with Robin, who was leaning against the countertop and laughing between handfuls of popcorn. He handed a fresh cup of soda to Dustin which was received with a grin and the younger boy took his drink over to rejoin his conversation with Will, Lucas, and Mike. Max and Eleven stood in the circle with them, but the girls giggled amongst themselves about something. Nancy cuddled into Jonathan’s side on the couch, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and engaged in debate with Argyle, who seemed much too high to be making much sense. Gareth and Jeff joined them on the opposite loveseat, slotting into place like they’d been friends with you all for years. The joy that permeated through the flat warmed your belly along with the rum and Coke you sipped.

As you came up one person short, you couldn’t help but to frown. Eddie’s absence from the fun stuck out like a sore thumb. The night was wearing thin, and you hadn’t seen Eddie in almost an hour now. Instead of his rightful place in the middle of it all, you finally found him hiding away. Eddie stood slumped against the wall in the hallway. 

Your voice broke him from his thoughts as you approached. 

“You’re sulking,” you observed.

Eddie’s forced smile was anything but convincing. He struggled to meet your eye.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie grunted, “It’s stupid.”

You shrugged. Gesturing to the cheap plastic headband which Steve insisted you put on as you helped him set up earlier that evening, you assured, “Can’t be any more stupid than this.”

That cracked a smile from him. Eddie’s eyes flickered from yours to the big Happy New Year! headband you wore.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s bothering you, or should I just assume you’re sad that you aren’t getting to see Smokey Robinson perform on Rockin’ Eve tonight?”

“Could be worse,” Eddie laughed, head shaking slightly. “Last year, they had the Judds.”

You hummed and drowned a giggle in another sip of your drink. Eyes narrowing, you sized Eddie up over the plastic rim. He shifted his weight, shuffling his sneakers against the ground, and tapped aggressively against the Solo cup in his hand. Nervous energy exuded from his pores—more than usual. You struggled to figure out why.

After a few more thick moments of silence, Eddie sucks a deep breath in. His eyes caught yours as he fiddled with the skull ring on his finger.

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA all night,” he said. “I’m just super nervous.”

“Nervous?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, see, there’s this really cool girl, who I really like, and I’ve been working up the nerve to ask her to kiss me at midnight.”

The world stilled. In your best attempt at remaining casual, you asked, “Oh? Lucky girl.”

He nodded. His lips curved into a small, playful smile and he reached behind himself to set down his nearly-empty cup. Your stomach flipped as he took a step towards you.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “You might know her, actually. She’s, uh, about yay high–“

You could feel his warmth as he lifted his palm in line with the top of your head. It complimented the bite of butterflies at your stomach lining quite well. That warmth only spread as his grin widened and dimples popped:

“Kinda hard to miss. Prettiest girl in the room.”

“Better hurry,” you quip, checking your watch. “There’s only about five minutes left in ‘86.”

Eddie dropped his cheek to his shoulder. “Guess there’s no time to waste then…”

With a deep breath, he locked onto your gaze. “So, what do ya say? Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks flushed with heat. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The remaining four minutes of the year passed in a blur of anticipation. Somewhere along the way, you set aside your drink and Eddie mustered up the courage to pull you to him by the hips. 

The chanting of your friends from the other room served as your cue.

Two!

Eddie’s fingers spread to cradle your cheeks. He kept your gaze locked on him. Your tongue pushed out to wet your lips as you smiled up at him.

One! 

The chorus of happy new year!s barely reached your ears over the thwump of your own heart as Eddie crashed his lips to yours. His hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled up in your hair. You swore the fireworks going off outside were just in your head as he moved his lips languidly against your mouth.

From his spot near the kitchen, Dustin spotted you and Eddie. He smirked and tipped his cup of Coke in toast. Eddie’s giant crush on you, as Dustin had lovingly called it, was anything but subtle. The amount of patience he had for you at your first meeting of Hellfire had been unexpected from their usually very strict Dungeon Master, to say the least. As time went on, and you became an integral part of the club—as much more than just the sole female member, he might add— you and Eddie became attached at the hip, but his soft spot for you never waned. It was obvious to Eddie’s friends that he had it bad for you; shit, Gareth put it best when he teased that you could see the cartoon hearts blooming in Eddie’s blown pupils. 

The feeling of your friends’ eyes burned into your skull, but, for once, you didn’t have it in you to care. Eddie cradled your face like the most precious of treasures and it was damn near impossible to think past the burn of his touch.

Dustin nudged Mike, tipping his head towards the couple. “Ha! Told you.”

The taller boy grumbled. He grimaced at the sight of his friends’ public display of affection and reached a hand into his pocket for his wallet. Mike slapped the $5 bill into Dustin’s waiting hand.

“Well, damn,” he said. “I really thought he’d never do it.”

As Steve turned his head towards the boys, his eyebrow quirked. “What was the bet?”

“Mike thought Eddie would never have the balls to actually make a move, but I knew better.”

Robin stepped up behind Steve, chin resting against his shoulder as she peeked out to see what they were all looking at. The wolf whistle she let out was loud and abrupt enough for Steve to take the glass of champagne from her hand, muttering about cutting her off.

To your surprise, you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed. You pulled away from Eddie’s kiss, dazed. “Holy shit.”

“Hell of a way to end the year, huh?” He whispered, pulling you in for another embrace.

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Perfect To Love Part 5

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

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Part 4 ←→ Part 6

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It wasn’t often Steve and Dustin ended up alone these days. After they had become friends and Dustin started bringing around the party it just made sense to always do things as a big group. Yet every once in a while they’d get lucky and have time just the two of them. Today was one of those days since Mike went home early to call El and Lucas was taking Max to the movies to distract her from having to move into the trailer park. That meant Dustin was the only one that needed to be picked up from school today. Which also left Dustin alone with Steve since Robin was working a solo shift at Family Video tonight. He could finally hound the boy in private about his recent observations. Observations he had to keep to himself all weekend in anticipation of getting alone time with the guy.

“So how long have you been crushing on Beth?” Dustin leisurely asked after Steve had gotten done telling him about his most recent shift at Family Video. It was so smooth Steve didn’t even realized what he was asking for a moment.

“Since the party she-… Wait. You tricked me” Steve turned and glared, in disbelief he had fallen so quickly into Dustin’s trap. Loosening him up so he wouldn’t notice when he asked. He knew he should’ve been concerned when he asked about his day.

“Look I felt like skipping over the whole denial part and getting to the good stuff” Dustin offered, arms crossing over his chest.

“How’d you even know?” Steve asked, annoyed he had to explain himself to a child about a girl he wasn’t even sure what to do with. He had never dated girls like her, and that wasn’t meant to be conceived as bigger. Most girls he dated were dumb, ditzy, and had fried brain cells from too much aqua net. All of them were like that except Nancy and he totally screwed that one up anyway. On top of that, what was even the correct thing to say to her? Most times he tried to convince her of her beauty she just denied him. He didn’t want to lie to her but he wanted her to know she was worth as much as those other girls despite being different. That kind of line could get blurry.

“When you brought her to the movies with us. You did that thing where your ears turn red because she touched your arm and complimented you. It was funny. She likes you too” Steve’s eyes widened as Dustin spit this information out at him. He wished the boy didn’t notice everything all the damn time.

“She does not like me. She would’ve agreed to get food with me instead of sit through that horrible horror movie” Steve said referring to the second Nightmare on Elm Street they watched. He hadn’t even seen the first one and the only good thing about it was Beth leaning closer to him when she got scared.

“She only wanted to watch the movie cause you freaked out when Mike suggested you were going on a date with her” Dustin told him because it was true. No girl in the world wants to see the guy they like panic over the thought of dating them. Especially a girl like Beth that has only ever been hurt by men.

“Shit, I obviously didn’t mean it like that” Steve said hitting the steering wheel lightly.

“Yeah but she took it like that. I wouldn’t want to go and talk to a guy for two hours either after he made it clear he doesn’t want to date me” Dustin told him and Steve sighed, parking in front of Dustin’s house.

“Damnit, I just don’t know what to do with her. She’s different, obviously not in a bad way. I just have no idea how to approach the situation, she doesn’t believe me when I flirt with her. I have no idea how to get her to understand I want to kiss the shit out of her” Dustin snickered lightly as Steve admitted to this, not bothering hiding how he feels about the girl anymore in front of the boy.

“Where did all these feelings come from, you just met her?” Dustin asked, confused how one night could change everything.

“That night we went to the party we had a lot of fun, I was so comfortable talking to her. Plus she looked so good, like an angel. Then I caught Colin saying mean things to her and next thing I know I was punching him and claiming her as my own. When I heard those vile things he was saying I realized I wanted to protect her forever” Dustin looked at him with wide eyes, the first time he was hearing about Steve actually punching the guy.

“You punched him, and won?” Steve rolled his eyes and shoved the boy lightly to which Dustin just laughed.

“We left and she just broke down. Cried in my arms in the middle of the street and all I could think about was how many times she had cried because of that asshole and never had anyone to hold her” Steve finished his spiel and Dustin nodded, taking in all the information he had finally gotten from him.

“Makes sense why I haven’t seen Colin call her a mean name in a while. Actually I don’t think he’s even gone near her. I just assumed he got the black eye from football” Dustin told him, knowing him and the Hellfire Club usually had a front row seat to Colin’s bullying in the lunchroom.

“Good, means that asshole listened to me when I said to never go near her again” Steve seethed, already getting worked up about the guy. Where did Colin think he was getting off treating a girl like that?

“Look, just ask her on a date. Make it clear it’s actually a date this time too. Just move slow about it. You would probably scare her off going full King Steve” Dustin told him now reaching for his backpack.

“Okay, let me talk to Robin. If you tell anyone about this I’ll kill you” Steve said pointing at him and Dustin rolled his eyes before pushing open his door.

“Whatever, you screw it up with Beth I’ll kill you” Dustin told him back, already feeling protective over the girl because he knew what it was like to be treated differently because of your looks. Steve shook his head as Dustin got out the vehicle and slammed the door back shut before heading inside.

Steve drove off, towards the direction of Family Video, prepared to talk off Robins ear in hopes of getting advice about the girl. That was the plan until he pulled up outside of Family Video just to see the blue corvette parked outside. It was freshly washed, glimmering in the soft light of the autumn sun. He realized pretty soon Beth would have to put the car away, go a winter without it in order to protect it from rust. His BMW had always been important to him, he took care of it to the best of his abilities, but even he knew he didnt love his car like Beth loved hers. She loved so fiercely he wondered if that was why she hadn't allowed herself to be loved by anyone else, because she knew she would always love them more. His curiosity got the best of him and he pulled around the building to park in the back where he normally would during a shift. This way he could sneak in through the breakroom without alerting the girls.

"He showed up at your house?" Robin questioned, clearly unaware of the boy who wasn't supposed to be here since he wasn't currently working. Beth hadn't had a chance to talk to Robin since the series of events unfolded. Sunday Beth was worried about bothering her by calling and in school they didn't have a chance just the two of them to talk about it.

"Yeah I was working on my car and he just appeared in my driveway" Beth told her, leaning over the counter. She never wanted to be a girl to gossip about boys but it wasn't until now she realized how confusing boys could be.

"Then he asked you to go with him to take the kids to a movie?" to Beth Robin just seemed like a friend asking questions about what had went down over the weekend but Robin was curious because her and Steve hadn't planned on that. She was aware of most moves he was to make with Beth because it was her idea. He never brought up bringing her with the kids.

“Not exactly, he wanted to do something while they watched the movie but I said we should watch with them” Beth explained, having regretted it since she learned it was a horror movie. She didn’t sleep the entire night that night.

“Why would you do that, he clearly wanted to spend time with you?” Robin curiously asked, shoving some returns to the side that still needed to be put away.

“Well that’s what I thought until Mike suggested we were going on a date and you should’ve seen him freak out Rob. It was like even suggesting it was torture enough for him” Beth sighed, her head falling into her hands. This answer made Robin almost instantly fall into a glare. Steve's job was to mae Beth feel good about herself, acting horrified about going on a date with her clearly wouldn't help that.

"Maybe you just took it wrong, sometimes Steve is an idiot. Trust me, I would know" Robin comforted, her hand falling on the girls shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

"I dont know, I just feel stupid. I used to hate all the pretty girls that went in and out of that BMW like clockwork and now here I am, one of them" Beth groaned, feeling silly for allowing any feelings for Steve to seep in at all because she still hadn't forgiven him for what he had done. All those simple conversations made it easy to pretend but at the end of the day you could never really take a way the kind of harm he had done.

"You're not one of them Beth, no girl gets invitied into the BMW more than once these days. He's the one that showed up at your house, invited you to tag along with him. He probably panicked because he didn't want the kids teasing you guys if you did go on a date" Robin explained because she had seen how Steve was with the kids. There was a time they did it around her, Steve panicking about them suggesting a relationship between the two. That was because they didn't know she was gay. Hell she wasn't even sure Beth really knew.

"I just shouldn't of let him get close Robin, I've been out of my safety bubble too long. If I let this go on any longer all thats gonna happen is getting hurt and being reminded fat girls don't deserve that kind of love. I have to take a step back" Steve's heart dropped as he heard this confession from the back room. That was when he realized he couldn't be shy about this crush he had on her. No waiting around for hints she likes him back. Beth deserved to be pursued and he was gonna pursue the hell out of her. So he rushed back out the back door, hopped in his car, and sped back to the front of the building.

The bells on the door were hit so hard from his entrance they barely jingled, just a loud chime clambering into the wall as Steve rushed in. The wind from his stride making the Phoebe Cates cutout flutter slightly. Both girls jumped, too deep in their serious conversaton to be prepaed for such entrance. After all no one was ever that in a hurry to rent a movie. Once Beth saw it was Steve her heart calmed but Robin knew he had been listening. The stupid dingus had been eavesdropping from the back room. This was the only answer especially since Steve never cared to move so fast ever, even when he was clocked in.

"Steve we were just talki-"

"Will you go on a date with me? Saturday night, 6pm sharp, at Enzo's. I'll pick you up" Beth stared at the boy, eyes wide by his abruptness. Robin rolled her eyes, his answer enough to confirm he was spying on the two.

"You want to go on a date with me?" Beth finally muttered out, her heart racing so fast she swore they both could hear it.

"Yes Beth, because you deserve to be pursued and I want to pursue you. So we're gonna go on a real date, away from the kids, away from Robin, away from highschool assholes like Colin Matterson, who couldn’t be decent enough to take whatever snotty cheerleader he's dating this week to Enzo's, and we're going to have a damn good time. So, will you go on a date with me?" his small spech had left both Beth and Robin shocked but finally after a beat Beth nodded.

"Yeah, okay" a large smile broke across the boys face as she agreed. This wasn't just for Beth anymore, this was for him because he really liked Beth. It may have been unexpected but he was going to do the best he could to get to know her for real. So much for not going full King Steve.

"Perfect, I can’t wait" he told her with a dopey grin before turning and walking back out of the building. The minute he was alone in his car he let out the breath he was holding out. That had been the first time since Nancy that he had been nervous to ask a girl out. Hopefully it wouldn’t end the way it did with her.

“Did that just happen?” Beth asked, unable to keep a smile off her face. Robin glanced at her nervously, unsure of Steves true intentions, praying this would go her way.

“I think it just did”

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If I Rescue You, Would You Rescue Me, Too? Part 19

I finally finished this story. I just have one more chapter after this and it’s done. Max wakes up and well causes a stir.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3  Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13  Part 14 Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18

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Steve was putting his laundry away about a week after the party when his walkie-talkie crackled to life.

“This is Birdie to all nerds,” Robin’s voice hissed over the speaker.

Everyone checked in, one by one. In a specific order so it wasn’t complete pandemonium.

“Not a nerd,” Steve muttered, “but check, over.”

Robin giggled on the line. “Nerds and Dingus then. Red is awake. I repeat, Red is awake.”

Steve was forced to pull the walkie from his ear to avoid ruining the right one too.

“Eds,” Steve said, breaking through the noise. “Can you grab the Wheelers and the Sinclairs? I’ll grab the Byers, Dustin and El. We’ll meet up at the hospital, over.”

“Sounds good, sweetheart,” Eddie replied. “Copy if you buttheads agree, over.”

Everyone agreed. And got off the line.

*

Once school started back up again, they had started taking shifts with Max. Her mom and Steve would take the day shifts and then after school another one of the Party would watch her. They all took turns. Tonight was Robin’s. A fact Lucas was lamenting, loudly and at length.

Steve told him to zip it. “It doesn’t matter who was with her when she woke up, dude. Would you be making this much fucking noise if it was her mom?”

Lucas looked down at the floor and shook his head. “Of course not.”

“You had practice today, man,” Steve continued. “She wouldn’t want you hanging over her all the time and you know it.”

Lucas nodded. Steve gave him a hug. “Come on, let’s go see your girl.”

When they got to the hospital room, Robin was standing out in front of the door with everyone waiting outside of it.

“Hey, Robs,” Steve greeted, Lucas, Erica, and Eddie close on his heels. “Her mom in with her?”

Robin nodded. “And then the nurses said that they didn’t want her over-crowded so only two or three at at time.”

Steve nodded turned around to face everyone else. He clapped loudly. “Right, this is how it’s going to go. She’s still in a lot of pain and has a long road to recovery so we aren’t all going in there at once. El and Lucas will go in first. They’re her best friend and boyfriend, so they get first visit after Susan is done.”

There was some grumbling, but they really couldn’t argue. “We’ll have an older kid go with each group to signal when it’s time to change the people.”

Eddie lifted his finger. “Um...actually. I know that sounds great and all, babe. But I think if we send in El and Lucas first Max might get distressed when they have to leave to make room for the other visitors.”

Steve blinked at Eddie and then nodded. “Yeah. You’re right. Of course. Thanks.”

Lucas and Mike looked at each other and mouthed the word ‘babe?’

“Maybe Mike and I should go first,” Nancy suggested. “Because we’ll be the fastest.”

Jonathan nodded. “And then Will and I.”

“And then scoops troupe of Dustin, Erica, and me,” Robin suggested.

“Eddie do you want to go first with Nancy and Mike?” Steve asked. “Or with Jonathan and Will? And then I’ll take whoever you don’t go with. I just don’t want it to drag it out and set her back.”

Eddie chewed on his lip. “Would it be okay with everyone if I went with El and Lucas?”

Everyone exchanged glances but no one had any objections.

“Okay, I’ll go in with Nancy and Mike and explain the order to her,” Steve said a hand on his hip.

Everyone agreed and then they waited. They didn’t wait long because a few minutes later Susan came out.

“It’s so nice to see everyone come out here for my girl,” she said, teary-eyed. “I assume Robin explained everything.”

“Yes, Mrs Hargrove,” Steve said. “We’ve got it all taken care of.”

She nodded. “I’ve got to head back to work. I know I can trust you all to be good to her.”

“Of course,” Eddie murmured.

Susan nodded and then walked away wiping away happy tears.

Steve, Nancy, and Mike walked in and immediately her eyes lit up. Her eyes were clear of the milky whiteness that had clouded them when she was first brought into the hospital.

“Steve!” Max said excitedly. “Mike and Nancy, too! Oh my god!”

Mike and Nancy went over to talk to her while Steve walked to Max’s chart. He saw in big bold letters: MIRACLE next to the part about her eyes. Steve scoffed and shook his head with a smile. He had a pretty good idea that a certain Supergirl had a hand in that.

He walked over the other side of the bed and took her fingers gently in his hand. “You really had us worried there, Maxie.”

“I know,” she whispered, her voice rough with disuse. “Was anyone else hurt?”

“Just me and Eddie,” Steve murmured. “But we got out of this dump way before you did. And we’re fine. Got matching scars though.” He lift up his shirt to show her the dark pink scars on his sides.

“You sure?” she asked, gently reaching out to touch his side.

“Yeah,” Mike said. “El was so cool. When she felt Vecna go for you she pushed so hard that he exploded!”

Steve chuckled. “It was a bit of a let down to know it was all Supergirl and not me, Nance and Robin shooting at him and throwing Molatov cocktails in his face.”

Mike shook his head. “She said that helped because he was too distracted by you guys to realize what El was doing.”

Steve smiled. “It’s always nice to be of use.”

“Good job,” Max said. She looked back and forth between Nancy and Steve. “Just please tell the reason you two are here together is that you two were stupid enough to get back together.”

Nancy and Steve shared a glance and then burst out laughing.

“No,” Nancy said, hugging her sides and shaking her head. “Give a girl a little bit more credit than that. I’m still with Jonathan.”

Max sighed in relief. She turned to Steve. “I hope you got your head out of your ass and kissed that stupid metalhead senseless.”

Mike’s eyes went wide. “Ew! That would gross.”

Nancy smacked the back of his head.

“Ow! I’m not saying it to be homophobic,” Mike growled. “Eddie should be with someone cool. Like literally anyone else.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Smack him for me, won’t you, Nance?”

Nancy smacked his head again.

Max giggled. “There isn’t anyone cooler than Steve.”

“Damn straight,” Steve said. “Or technically bi.” He winked at her and she groaned.

Mike’s eyes went wide again. “Wait, was that not a joke? Are you actually with Eddie?”

Steve shrugged. “I think you’d have to talk to him about that.”

“If you two are going to fight, maybe it’s time to go,” Nancy said.

“Actually that’s probably a good idea,” Steve said. “You’ve got a lot of fans out there waiting to see you.” And then he explained how it was all going to work and Max nodded.

She gave Steve’s hand a squeeze. “Thank you.”

Steve brushed her hair back and smiled. “Any time.”

Jonathan and Will were next and then Robin, Dustin, and Erica.

Finally it was time for Eddie, El, and Lucas.

“Hey, Red,” Eddie said with a small smile as Lucas and El ran to her side.

“Hey, Jackass,” Max greeted. “I heard you almost died.”

Eddie shook his head. “I was a hell of a lot better off then you, sweetheart. I got out of this place in a week. What’s your excuse?”

“Broken bones and being Vecna’ed,” she snarked.

Eddie chuckled. “Good to see that bastard didn’t steal your sass.”

Lucas and El had been staring at them in shock and then when they both realized that Eddie and Max were teasing each other, they relaxed.

They started happily chatting with her as Eddie watched on.

A nurse bustled in and told them that they had to leave. Lucas and El reluctantly went, Eddie lingering behind. He turned to leave when she called out.

“Hey, Eddie?”

Eddie turned and looked at her. “What’s up?”

“Take good care of him, yeah?” she asked. “He looks tough but he doesn’t have anyone to lean on. But I noticed that he looked to you a lot, and don’t waste that, okay?”

Eddie smiled fondly. “Not for all the treasure in all the world.”

She nodded. “Good.” And then let the nurse do her thing.

Eddie wavered for a moment before walking out to the hallway.

*

When he got out there, only Steve was left waiting.

“Where did all the sheepies and their shepherds go?” Eddie asked, looking down the empty hallway.

“They’re in the cafeteria eating,” Steve explained. “Or rather I hope they are. They needed to eat and I didn’t think anywhere would be open now.”

They were silent for a moment before he spoke again. “I think Mike knows.”

Eddie sighed and ran his hands over his face. “Red said something while he was there, didn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Steve murmured. “I told him to talk to you, but I don’t know if he’ll tell everyone else.”

Eddie pulled him in for a hug. “Do you want him to?

Steve snuggled into Eddie’s neck. “I don’t know. I’m so conflicted by the whole thing. There’s a part of me that wants to shout it from the rooftops that I’m yours. But...”

“The more people that know, the more dangerous it is for us?” Eddie finished dryly.

“You must think me horrible for feeling that way,” Steve murmured.

Eddie grabbed his chin and twisted his head to look him in the eyes. “No, baby. Even in a big place like Indy or Chicago the more people that know we’re a couple the more harm that can be done to us. So I share your trepidation. I do. I agree with you. I just hate that even Max and Lucas would have a better time dating then we would. It’s not fair and it’s not right, and it’s not your fault, sweetheart. Okay?”

Someone cleared their throat behind them and they both whirled around in shock. It was too late to spring apart. Standing there looking sheepish was Lucas.

“Hey,” he said, scratching at the back of his neck. “Um...Robin sent me to check on you.”

Eddie and Steve sighed and Steve stepped back out of Eddie’s arms with great reluctance.  

“You can’t tell people about this, you know that, right?”

Lucas nodded. “Yeah. Um...Max made it pretty clear that she thought you were dating or at least should be.”

Eddie and Steve glanced at each other and nodded.

“It’s been since I got out of hospital,” Eddie confirmed.

Lucas smiled fondly. “Pretty smooth moves, Steve.”

Steve just smiled back.

“So pretty much the only ones that don’t know,” Eddie said, “or haven’t at least figured it out is your sister and the adults. We’ll leave it up to you if you want to tell Erica, but don’t say anything Joyce, Hopper, or even Claudia. We know they’ll probably be okay with it...”

“But you want to tell them yourselves, in your own time,” Lucas said. “Nah, man. I get it.”

“Thanks, Lucas,” Steve said. “You’re the best.”

Lucas grinned. “I know.”

Steve hugged him around the neck and led him back to cafeteria, Eddie following close behind.

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Part 20

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Does anyone else think that Mike knows about his feelings for Will but he’s already decided that it’s not possible for Will to feel the same? Like, there was Jennifer Hayes at Will’s funeral who was implied to have some sort of crush on him (Dustin’s comment and she was wearing a red shirt in that scene). Then there’s the girl who asks Will to dance at the snowball and Mike’s standing right next to Will and encourages him to go dance with her. Then he stares at them dancing and sits alone until El shows up. After El shows up he spends all his time with her and tries to be normal. Then the rain fight happens and Will challenges the idea that there’s no hope for Mike for the first time. Mike says, “what did you really think? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were gonna stay in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives.” And Will tells Mike that he did think that. Mike immediately goes to apologize for what he said- and then everything happens with the mind flayer and El- and possibly Will- is in danger and he crumples under the pressure. The second time Will challenges the idea that Mike can’t be happy is at the end of season three when Will tells him that it’s “not possible” that he’ll join another party. He tells Mike that he isn’t going to leave him behind. Then El kisses Mike and Mike is stunned, eyes wide open, an odd reaction for someone who started the season making out with her. This is what I interpret as his realization that he isn’t going to be able to change/he doesn’t want her/it’s not a phase.

Season four starts off with the lab and Brenner and then El’s letter. In her letter, El tells Mike that she thinks that Will likes a girl in Lenora. This is the third time that Mike has been confronted with girls liking Will and Will getting a girlfriend and leaving him behind. Even though Will resisted that idea in season three, Mike and him haven’t spoken for about six months and Mike is now dealing with the possibility of Will liking a girl and what his own feelings- and inability to tell El he loves her- say about him. Mike gets to Lenora and immediately sees the painting that Will doesn’t show him. That’s a point for- Will likes a girl. Then Mike and Will fight while trying to find El, and Will confronts Mike about him not calling or writing to him. A point for- …maybe Mike’s not alone? All of their scenes together where they talk about Mike and Will’s relationship, and what’s happening with El- that aren’t led by Mike- teeter on a line between ‘Will is normal and telling Mike to be with his girlfriend’ and ‘Will is like Mike.’ Then the monologue happens, and Will pushes Mike towards El one final time.

Mike and Will are playing 4d chess with their feelings for each other. Unscrambling what the other is too scared to say directly isn’t easy for either of them. Will seems to have more hope about Mike than Mike does about Will. Mike seems to have already made the decision that he has to try to be normal, and that he’s alone. It’s somewhat similar to how Mike handled Will’s potential death. When Troy and his friend chased Dustin and Mike and told Mike to jump off a cliff, Mike would have been halfway between believing Will is alive and knowing that he saw a body. When Troy told Mike to jump, while he was also being threatened with Dustin being harmed- there were other things happening that would affect Mike’s decision. Lucas wasn’t there, El wasn’t there, Will might be dead. Mike is alone. So, he jumps. Mike decided not to fight Troy, or the idea that Will was alive, or that El would come back, or that Lucas and him could fix their friendship. He decided that the worse case scenario was reality. So, it seems likely that this aspect of his character hasn’t changed over the course of the story. Which is why Mike isn’t able to entertain the idea that Will might feel the same about him, and that he’ll ever have anything more than what he has with El.

#byler #mike wheeler #‘a total self-pitying idiot’ #he said it himself

[greencrocs]

Why did Mike Act like That this Season?

“That’s because she’s my girlfriend, Will.” "And us?" "We're friends! We're friends." "We used to be best friends."

Recently I've been thinking about this exchange. Both the words themselves and the delivery of the words are so intentional. Keep in mind that these words survived numerous rounds of editing. As merely a novice writer myself I can attest to the meticulous attention paid to nearly every line of dialogue in my work. Any writer, whether for the screen or for the stage or for the page, would agree that dialogue is probably the best aspect of fiction to inject subtext into. The Stranger Things writers most certainly agree, and I believe they've done just that here.

The writing is not the only thing of note about this exchange. Observe Finn and Noah's delivery:

The intonation on specific words turns the exchange into something more like this:

“That’s because she’s my girlfriend, Will.” "And us?" "We're friends! We're friends." "We used to be best friends."

The words, coupled with the delivery, raise so many questions for me. Why the emphasis on "We're friends"? Why the emphasis on best friends? Most subtly, however:

1. Will, Why Did You Say That?

Why does Will ask Mike about the nature of their relationship, especially after Mike points out that El is his girlfriend?

Several people have commented on how Will comes across as almost flirty when he says to Mike, "Not possible." at the end of season three.

While I disagree with the sentiment, I certainly see how it appears to be flirty. Personally I think it's how earnest Will comes across. I read the scene as Will and Mike's reconciliation after their fight in the summer. Mike extends the olive branch loaded with subtext, "What if you want to join another party?", which really means I know I was horrible to you when all you wanted to do was play D&D in the summer, have I ruined things irreparably between us? and Will graciously accepts this olive branch with a palm likewise caked in subtext, "Not possible." which really means I don't want to ever lose you, we're okay now. Essentially, in this scene Mike and Will shake hands and agree Let's be best friends again. After all, D&D is primarily a symbol of The Party's friendship before it's a symbol of anything else.

Speaking of the end of season three, it's important to take note of where the characters were emotionally at the end of the last season when analysing their behaviour when they are introduced this season. In fiction, the first introduction to a character is critical for relaying vital information to the audience/reader about who the character is.

At the end of season three, Max was grieving Billy's death. It makes sense that in her introduction in season four, she is emotionally distant from Lucas and the rest of the party as it is later revealed that she is coping negatively with his death. Her emotional state at the beginning of this season is the natural progression of her emotional state at the end of the last season.

In Will's first introduction in season four, El claims he has been acting 'weird' and assumes he has a crush on a girl, for whom he has been making a painting.

Something important I would like to point out is that El is... not the most perceptive about how her family truly feels. She accepts Joyce's claim that she loves the 'freedom' her job offers her, but Joyce's actions in the montage prove otherwise, that she is frustrated by the individuals she has to deal with on the job.

She assumes Jonathan has been acting weird because he's hoping for an acceptance letter from Emerson, when he's really just been high out of his mind.

It's clear then that El's words in her letter to Mike are not to be trusted. Joyce doesn't really love her job, Jonathan isn't really nervous about being accepted into Emerson and, of course, Will isn't crushing on a girl. But does Mike realize this?

2. Mike, Why Did You Say That?

Why does Mike repeat himself, emphasizing his words on the second utterance? Had he simply said We're friends once, his dialogue would have had a completely different meaning. It would have come across as exasperated, like the first line, as in Come on, Will, seriously? even if he had said it with the exact intonation he did the first time. But then he goes ahead and says it again, this time with emphasis on the fact that they're friends. Who is he trying to convince? Will? Or, perhaps, himself?

When he greets Will at the airport, Mike is not acting the way he logically should considering his and Will's last moment together at the end of season three. In that scene, he's smiling fondly at Will and looking up at him through his eyelashes. In the reunion scene, he's dodging Will's hug to awkwardly bro-tap him on the back.

What happened between Mike-smiling-fondly-through-his-eyelashes-at-Will and Mike-giving-Will-the-no-homo-back-slap to cause this huge change? Two things, mainly: The Byers moving away, and El's letter.

The focus on Mike shows that Hopper's words apply doubly to him. The words match Mike's words to Will this season, when he says, "I feel like maybe I was worrying too much about El... and, I don't know, maybe I feel like I lost you." Ironically, Mike feels like Will has been pulling away from him while he's the one who has been pulling away from Will. As Will says in season four, Mike barely called in the one hundred and eighty-five days they were apart, and he didn't send Will a single letter.

Afterwards, Hopper's words once again reflect Mike's inner turmoil. He wants to stop the change between him and Will, to make things go back to how they were, likely before he discovered his feelings for Will. This is the thought process that drives Mike's actions toward Will at the beginning of season four.

El's letter influenced another change in Mike. Mike tries to be nonchalant as he asks the question, but you can clearly see that he's not nearly as carefree about the painting as he wants to come off. Many people have theorized that Mike believes the painting is for a girl Will likes, as El told him in her letter. I completely agree. I think this is another factor for why Mike acts the way he does in this scene. He believes his feelings for Will are not returned, so he pours more of himself into playing the role of a doting boyfriend with El.

We've spoken a lot about Mike projecting his feelings for Will onto El for years in this corner of the fandom, without much solid evidence, but I think this moment is the prime example of this. There is a focus on Mike's apprehension about the painting, after hearing from El that it's for a girl. There is a focus on Mike's over-the-top displays of affection: the flowers which he most certainly did not hand-pick, his claim that he wants 'today to be all about us'. Mike's affection toward El comes across as a literal performance. Argyle hints at this when he makes the meta comment, "It's just a cheap knock-off", that is to say: Mike's doting boyfriend act is just that — an act, a phony, a cheap knock-off.

3. What Happened to You? You Used to be Best Friends.

As established, at the end of season three Will believes he and Mike have fully reconciled and are best friends again. Despite Mike barely speaking to him since he moved away, he's still ecstatic to see his best friend again at the airport.

So he's immensely disappointed when Mike brushes him off only to lavish El with attention.

Will doesn't expect Mike to like him back, but he absolutely does not expect him to completely ignore his existence after they seemingly reconciled and were back to being best friends again before he moved. So when they have their argument at Rink-o-Mania and Will has an avenue to bring up what's been bothering him, he does exactly that.

Will doesn't have the near-omniscient view the audience does; he doesn't have a clue about Mike's own inner turmoil, so he doesn't understand what changed between October and March for Mike to start treating him this way. So when Mike says that El has so many letters from him because she's his girlfriend, Will logically has to wonder And what about us? I thought we were best friends again.

I think most people understand that Mike's behaviour in the reunion scene was incredibly bizarre. What I want to point out is how this was not bad writing, as Tiktok fiends have been insisting, but the natural progression of Mike's arc from where we left him at the end of season three. In episode five, with El out of the picture, Mike is suddenly sweet and vulnerable with Will again, proposing that they become a team, best friends, to face off against the incoming danger together.

Mike and Will are at completely different points on their journeys to accepting their sexualities. Whereas Will has likely accepted how he feels and is simply scared to lose people because of it, Mike is still clinging to his relationship with El, still stuck in denial. Although, from the looks of things, I think he'll be moving past that stage and towards acceptance come Volume Two next Friday.

#byler #stranger things #stranger things 4 #will byers #mike wheeler #mike wheeler i know what you are

[lovefoolholland]

Mastermind (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Summary: When it comes to your relationship, you planned it all along. But Steve didn’t know this, or did he? 

Warnings: Absolutely none, teeth-rotting fluff. 

A/N: So, uhm, I guess happy Halloween and Midnights release? I really wanted to write something with a Midnights track, and this came in a really natural, organic way. Enjoy <3

~ Masterlist ~ 

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates  And all the stars aligned  You and I ended up in the same room  At the same time

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse  Of a chain reaction of countermoves  To assess the equation of you  Checkmate, I couldn't lose

The first time you met was at a Halloween Party. 

It was a year after Nancy Wheeler had dumped him, and he was super anxious about the memories while Robin dragged him down to that one party filled with high schoolers. 

But then, there was… You. 

You were freaking bored. Everything seemed dull, because suddenly every single high schooler seemed to be in the urge to make everything cooler than it was before just because Starcourt couldn’t make it to Halloween. And there you were, on a tight blue dress, with your hair done in a bob as Elvira Hancock from Scarface. 

Honestly, Steve couldn’t believe his eyes when Robin went to say hello to you. 

Is this girl really friends with Robin? She looks too cool for her. No, she looks too cool for this place. 

Unless that’s what he thought until you laughed out loud after Robin said an stupid joke. You were just as fun and childish as your best friend, and ironically, Steve’s best friend too. 

“So, uh, who’s this?” Steve tried to seem smooth, but only flushed when you raised an eyebrow in his direction. 

“Oh, she’s Y/N, we’ve been friends since like, forever” you nodded and extended a hand to Steve. 

He accepted it with a smile. 

“I’m Steve, Steve Ha…”

“Yeah, I know who you are Harrington” you said as he simply kept his mouth open in a surprised motion “, we shared Econ.”

“We did?” 

“Yes” you said, giving his hand a small squeeze before putting it back to your body “, but we never talked.” 

“She has a kind of frigid bitch face” Robin mentioned while you hit her in the arm with a smirk. 

“No I do not!” 

You, in fact, did. 

“We really shared a class?” 

“Oh, yes, I even remember you failing it” Steve let out a laugh, looking directly into your eyes as you smiled “, want a drink?” 

Of course, he didn’t know that you were planning on touching his hand again, because you felt it too. The electricity, the tension, the realness between the two of you. 

That night you met him you knew you wanted him. 

What if I told you none of it was accidental?  And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me  I laid the groundwork and then, just like clockwork  The dominoes cascaded in a line 

What if I told you I'm a mastermind?  And now you're mine  It was all by design  'Cause I'm a mastermind 

The next time you met, he was at Family Video. 

A bunch of kids were around the counter. There was a redhead, a curly-haired one, and one with Hawkins’ High basketball shirt on. It was a weird mix if asked. 

“Hey!” you said as you entered, Steve’s face lifting up from the computer and immediately lighting up. 

“Oh, hi” you smiled at him as you made your way to the right of the kids, while they also followed you up with their eyes “Robin’s not here.” 

You knew that. 

“Oh… Is she on her lunch break? Or is she…?”

“No, this is actually her day off.” 

“Shit” you falsely cursed under your breath as Steve moved in front of you with a big, dopey smile “, well, sorry for bothering you, and… Whoever you are.” 

The curly haired one jumped at his mention. 

“I’m Dustin, Steve’s best friend. More like a brother. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, hi” you accepted his eager hand as his wide and cute smile appeared “, I’m Y/N.” 

“We know” the redhead said, giving you a nod “, I’m Max.” 

“Hi Max, and you are?” you asked the basketball player, who smiled before speaking up. 

“Lucas. I’ve seen you around school, you’re always with Robin.” 

“That’s right” you said, now giving Steve a quick glance. As you predicted, he was looking at the four of you in silence “, we met when we were like six or seven. And we’ve been inseparable since.” 

“That’s cool” Max signalled with a silent nod, again. 

“So cool, and how do you know Steve?” Dustin asked. 

He seemed way more smart than the other two.

“We met at a party” you said, now glad the kid had brought up the topic. You turned to Steve, pointing at him with your finger “, a party where you promised me I could borrow your copy of Back To The Future, young man.” 

“Right!” he said, now jumping in his place at the mention. He swore you wouldn’t even remember him, but here you were, reclaiming a copy of a movie he may or may not have stolen from Family Video “I have to check if I have it, I don’t know if I…” 

“You know what? Call me when you find it” you responded, taking a pen that was laid on the desk out of nowhere. You took his hand carefully before writing down on his arm your number on big, black symbols, strong enough to not erase “, I gotta go, but thanks. And it was nice to meet you guys.”

“Bye!”

“See ya.” 

Steve stood there, speechless, as Dustin let out a laugh. 

“How did you bag that?” 

“What?” 

Of course, Steve was a little in shock to see what you had done. But Dustin had just figured how much of a mastermind you were. 

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid  So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since  To make them love me and make it seem effortless  Is this the first time I feel the need to confess?  And I swear, I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

After a couple of dates, and a couple of movie nights, it was finally time for you to tell Robin what you had been scheming all over that night at the Halloween party. Why you had arrived at your house and immediately asked her through the phone about her coworker, his love life and the possible outcomes of flirting with dashing Steve Harrington. 

Until, one night at her house while everyone (the kids and the three of you, Robin, Steve and Y/N), was watching The Breakfast Club, she brought up a very sentimental memory. 

“Do you remember when I met you?” she suddenly said. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, googling over Steve as he turned his head to Robin to hear her better. 

“Yes, why?” 

“Well, it’s just the movie. It kind of made me remember when we were these two little kids no one in kindergarten wanted to play with.” 

A crimson colored blush painted your cheeks when she said it. 

“Yeah, of course I remember it.” 

“I mean, I swear to God it seemed like the fates, and the galaxies and every single star aligned for us that day, you know? You came close and we just got off to talking and now… We’re best friends.” 

You had other friends. You liked to think it was just the fact that connecting was really hard for you, but you had other friends. 

No, you didn’t. 

“Yeah” you muttered under your breath, and quickly got up from your seat. You didn’t even look at Steve when you did it “, I’m going to the bathroom.” 

Quickly after storming off, Steve followed you. 

So I told you none of it was accidental  And the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me  I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk  On your face, you knew the entire time

You knew that I'm a mastermind  And now you're mine  Yeah, all you did was smile  'Cause I'm a mastermind

It was true, you didn’t have friends. 

You were good at socialising, but no one wanted to play with you as a little kid. Why? You never knew. You always tried but there was something about your broken reflection in the mirror that just seemed to be confessing everything all at once, and your mind couldn’t handle it. 

As you seated down, you couldn’t help but think of all the times you had planned a relationship like this before. A guy you liked, a ‘casual’ encounter, and a stable relationship before the guy got bored of you and dumped you for someone better, someone sincere. 

But the thing was, Robin knew about all of these Cupid’s arrows you had thrown before. She didn’t know about Steve tho, and she had mentioned something so personal and precious of you today, that Steve now was something as personal and precious as your old memories of being a lonely and messy kid. 

A sudden knock in your door made you jump. 

“Who is it?” 

“Me” you knew Steve’s voice even if it was muffled by the thin door of Robin’s bathroom “, can I come in?” 

You sniffed before answering. 

“Yeah.” 

The door opened with a creak and closed with the same sound. Your eyes darted up to Steve’s chocolate colored eyes that watched you with all of his focus. 

“You okay?” 

“Not really.” 

He sat down beside you, on the floor. You laughed before getting to the floor in front of him. 

“Is there something you may want to tell me?” he asked, and you sighed “Just if you wanna let something out, I mean.” 

You nodded. 

“Yeah, I kinda do” you answered, now taking his hand with yours. He intertwined them, the electricity still pretty much alive “, what if I told you I liked you from the first time I met you?” 

That made him smile. 

“I’ll tell you the same.” 

“No, actually like, from the first second. I saw you and I went, woah… I really should’ve talked more to this Harrington kid in Econ.” 

“Mm… Yeah, that was kind of my reaction too.” 

You squeezed his hand. He ran his other hand through his hair, making it seem flawlessly gorgeous. 

“I thought I wanted you” you finally let out, and he raised his eyebrows with a smirk “, and that night… Absolutely nothing was gonna stop me. Nothing.”  

His expression didn’t change. In fact, as you finished the sentence, his face contracted more and more into… Into a laugh? 

No way he’s laughing. 

“Of course! And then you met me at Family Video.”

Your mouth opened in surprise. 

“I… Yeah, I did.” 

“You pretended to be there for Robin, but I knew you were there for me” he said, nodding in recognition “, I have to admit it, it was a big way to win me over.” 

“But, but you weren’t suspicious.” 

“Of course I wasn’t. I wanted to go out with you, but didn’t know how to ask you, so thank God you gave me your number first.” 

You slowly close your eyes, then open them again. Steve was still there, as happy as ever. 

“Really? You knew I planned it all along?”  

A wide smirk. A roll of eyes. 

“Or course, I mean, you’re pretty straightforward” he said, and gave you a wink before speaking again “, besides, if you’re as close to Robin as she is to you, you would’ve known her schedules. So, yeah, I guess I knew you were a mastermind.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh now, too embarrassed to say anything else. 

“And I wanted you too” he said, now taking you by the elbow to come closer to him than before “, isn’t that what you planned anyway?” 

“What?” 

“For me to fall in love.” 

You took a breath. You nodded. He let out a breathy laugh, the scent hitting your lips on a silent plea. You knew you wanted him, he knew he wanted you. 

So suddenly, your lips came clashing in a perfect, life saving kiss. You smiled and closed your eyes into it, covering his shoulders with your arms as he deepened the kiss in a more passionate, personal, but overall intimate way. 

This wasn’t like one of your kisses from before. And maybe, not planning your entire relationship with Steve was way better than planning them. Maybe falling in love was something that happened without a plan, and you kinda liked it. 

Or maybe, that was just Steve.

#steve harrington #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things x reader

[rogue-durin-16]

SUNGLASSES AND LIPSTICK STAINS (part II/III)

Summary: After his punch-up with Billy, Steve is in need of medical attention. Going to the hospital isn't an option, so the kids take him to the closest thing they know to a doctor. Funny how the girl who mended his heart back at Tina's party would be the one mending his body.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff (hurt/comfort)

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Sunglasses And Lipstick Stains: @shycupcakealissa

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: blood, injuries, head trauma, brief mention of smoking, language

A/N: not so fun fact! I didn't have to do much research on head injuries because I've had my fair share of experiences. It's literally a miracle that I'm still completely okay lmao. Anyways enjoy<3

Part I

Part III

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Something was not right. I noticed straight up as I climbed off Samantha's car when she dropped me off —I just couldn't pinpoint what exactly was not right.

There were clear signs, though. The shed's door left ajar; a freshly dug patch of land that lacked grass; the storm cellar's gates wide open.

"Dustin?" My tone was wary when I called for my little brother from our front door.

No response.

"Dustin!" I tried again, setting one foot after another into our home.

Nothing. I felt my nerves beginning to rise. He should be home by now.

I stalked to our landline and picked the phone handle, pressing the number I had so many times called to when Dustin forgot his curfew.

That was probably it, but since Will's disappearance, everyone was on edge. The eerie screeches Samantha and I had heard on our way to my house hadn't helped either.

It didn't take long for a gentle motherly voice to greet me from the other side of the line. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Wheeler! Y/n here. I know it's late but uh..." My leg bounced as I tried to sound as casual as possible. "I was just wondering if Dustin was still there by any chance?"

"Uhm... Dustin wasn't here today, Y/n."

"He... wasn't?" My brows furrowed, the cable of the phone being anxiously twisted on my index finger.

"I... think he might be staying the night at the Byers'?" I hummed at the information, a light relief settling inside me —though it was swiftly torn out by her next sentence. "I don't know what's wrong with these kids today. Billy dropped by a while ago looking for his sister."

"Billy... Hargrove?" My heart nearly stopped at Karen's confirmation, followed by a little ramble about how charming the boy was.

Charming. Well, now, I personally wouldn't have used that word to describe Billy Hargrove.

Thanking Karen for her information, I hung up and trotted to the door. I would walk to the Byers' if I had to.

Just as I got a hold of my set of house keys, the sound of a rear was heard in our quiet street. A peep through my window was enough to make me freeze, because that was Billy Hargrove's car.

Billy Hargrove's car had just mowed down our mailbox.

In the span of five seconds in which I lost sight of our yard in order to open the front door, the scene turned even more bizarre. From the crashed Chevrolet Camaro's driver seat, a petite red haired girl climbed off. To further shock, Dustin, Lucas and Mike scrambled out of the vehicle right after, practically dragging out a semiconscious Steve Harrington.

What the fuck was going on.

One Hour Earlier

DUSTIN'S P. O. V.

I had barely registered Steve's wince after the headlights' overcurrent had blinded us, so seeing the eldest of us stumble to the car for some kind of support, only for his legs to give in once he got to the vehicle, nearly put me under cardiac arrest.

"Shit— Steve?" I called, taking a tentative step towards him while I signaled the others to stay put. "Are you good?"

"Yeah, Dustin, I'm great." The sarcastic response left his lungs in a strained grunt. Before any of us could throw a carless comeback at our assigned babysitter, his torso contorted to the side, allowing him to not throw up on his lap.

There was a colorful variety of panicked gasps, spit as a rapid fire by the four of us who remained standing while I rushed to kneel besides Steve.

"Oh my god..." I exclaimed, tugging Steve's arm to drag him further from his vomit whilst trying not to stare at it. I would so puke myself if I spared the puddle a single glance.

"He has to go to the hospital." Max took a step forward with a concerned frown darkening her gaze.

"No!" Mike made us all jump with his negative. "We just went into the tunnels. Bet if they run tests on him, they'll know something's off."

I heard a very much lost 'Wait what?' coming from Steve as I raised to my feet, hands thrown on the back of my head. "Holy shit."

"Okay but we gotta take him somewhere." Max insisted with urgency. "I mean, look at him."

"Guys I think... I think might pass out."

"Shit..." I cursed under my breath, crouching down momentarily to make sure Steve's back stayed laid on the side of the Camaro. "Shit shit shit. Okay, let me think."

No hospitals. Okay, but he needed medical attention. We needed a doctor. Or at least something close to it. Maybe a medic or...

"She's gonna kill me."

"Who's gon-" Lucas mouthed a quiet 'oh'.

"She's gonna have to suck it up." Mike stated, picking up on who we were talking about and how she felt about people like Steve. Or Nancy, matter-of-factly.

"Who's gonna have to suck it up?" Max exasperated begging for an explanation fell on deaf ears.

"Can you drive us to my house?" I inquired.

She sighed, a determined yet exhausted look lighting up her irises. "Put him in the car."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

"Y/n!" I could barely process Dustin abandoning his friends to run to me, hands raised in surrender and an apologetic smile dancing on his face. "Y/n, hey. Have I told you how much I love you today?"

"What the fuck's going on?" I managed to question, my pitch as high as it could get due to the surreal situation before me.

"You remember what you learned in that first aid course, right?" He decided to ignore my inquiry as he moved my flabbergasted frame aside so Lucas and Mike could carry Steve inside.

"What?" My horrified eyes clocked the older teen's bloodied, swollen face. "The hell happened to him?!"

"My brother's an asshole, that's what happened to him." The ginger girl I finally recognized as Billy's little sister rumbled behind Dustin with folded arms. If I was not mistaken, it must have been the same girl my brother had a crush on— Max, I believed. "I... I think he might have a concussion."

"I'm sorry, how old are you?" She shuffled, sneaking my brother a begging side glance.

"It's okay, she's cool." Dustin whispered.

"Thirteen."

"THIRTEEN?!" I yelled, making them both flinch. "YOU DROVE THEM ALL THE WAY FROM—"

"Y/n! I'm gonna need you to calm down." Dustin's words were slow and clear. "We can't fill you in right now, but I promise—"

"EXCUSE ME?!"

"I PROMISE" he reiterated over my words, a bit louder this time. "That I'll tell you everything, but now I need you to fix up Steve." I opened my mouth again, but no words came out of it before Dustin cut me off once more. "I know what you're thinking. 'Dustin, you know I wouldn't touch Steve Harrington with ten-foot pole', but he's a good dude." the oblivious confidence in his words was actually funny, but I couldn't find it in me to laugh.

"He saved our lives." The girl added.

"Is that why he's—"

"Kinda."

"Yeah!" Dustin shouted, though by the readhead's face, it must have been a half truth. "Now please, can you help him? Please."

A silence reigned among the three of us for a couple of seconds, in which I tried to assess the situation with the little information I had.

In all fairness there wasn't much of a choice to make. Casting my head down for a second, I re-entered the house, now with the pair of kids trailing after me.

"Alright, give him some space." I commanded Mike and Lucas, who were struggling to keep Steve sat still on our largest couch.

My heart clenched the moment I kneeled before my classmate, as I finally had the chance to fully take in his swollen face, peppered in purplish black bruises. "Holy fuck," I muttered, lifting my hand to move a rogue strand of hair out of the way. "He sure did a number on you, didn't he?"

"Henderson." There was some kind of surprise gleaming in his bloodshot orbs at the sight of me. "I'm alright. Just need a bit of sleep."

"You sure? 'cause a little birdie told me you might have a concussion." I whispered, taking my hands to the back of my pocket in order to fish out the half empty pack of smokes inside if which I kept my lighter.

"You smoke?!" Dustin screeched behind me, earning a chastising nudge from Lucas. "What."

"Yes, Dustin. I smoke." I confirmed in a hiss, rotating in the spot to throw daggers at my brother. "And if you tell mom, I'll slit your throat."

Dustin nodded rapidly at my deadpanning warning.

Once I was sure he had gotten the memo, I spun back to look at Steve. "Let me know if I hurt you." With a nod from him, I took a tender hold of his face, the pad of my thumb pressing on the skin beneath his left lower lid in order to open his eyes.

"Woahwoahwoah- what are you doing?" Steve slurred, trying and failing to slip away from my grasp by wrapping his digits around my wrist when he saw the lighter's flame moving close.

"I'm just— Stay still!" He winced at my loud tone, but complied nonetheless. "I'm just checking something. Keep your eyes on me, okay?"

There were a few seconds of expectant silence while I tested Steve's pupils' reaction time to the bright light of the tiny flame before him. It took the boy no time to break it with a soft whisper that surely made my cheeks flush.

"You have like, the prettiest lips." I should have seen something like that was coming by the look on his face.

"And you have a concussion." I declared in response, hoping in vain none of the kids had heard his statement, nor his enchanted tone. "Guys, he needs a hospital."

"No hospitals." Mike's statement held a finality that left me even more confused.

"What do you mean 'no hospitals'?"

"It's okay, Y/n." Steve agreed, which made it all more suspicious. "Just patch me up and I'll go home."

"How? Walking?" I countered, tilting my head to try and meet his avoidant gaze. I soon gave up on him, turning to the kids behind me instead. "Was he unconscious?"

"Yeah but for like, a couple of minutes?" Max asked with a tinge of anxiety in the back of her throat.

"How long's a couple of minutes."

"I don't know, maybe five?" I widened my eyes at Dustin's levity trying my best not to fume.

"Five?!"

"Then he was on and off." Lucas finished, his demeanor closer to Max's than it was to Dustin's.

I gathered all the patience I could find in me to not yell at the kids, and instead chose to return to Steve. "Listen, you need to see a doctor."

"Y/n, it's alright."

"No, it's not alright. What's wrong with you all?" I huffed, attempting to get up, only to be secured in place by Steve's lazy grasp. "I'm gonna call an ambulance."

"NO!"

"Y/N, PLEASE!"

"NO HOSPITALS!"

"Jesus Christ my head..." Steve groaned, bending over with the balls of his hands pressing against his eyes.

"Stop that!" I scolded him, taking his hands in mine. "Everybody SHUT UP!"

I immediately muttered an apology under my breath to Steve for the noise, whose forehead had come to rest on my shoulder.

"I'm gonna clean you up, and we'll... we'll move on from there." The boy nodded, messy hair bouncing at the movement and tickling my cheeks. "C'mon, Harrington, upsy-daisy. Wheeler! a little help here, please."

As soon as I began to pull him up with me, both Lucas and Mike appeared on either sides of my peripheral vision, scooping Steve's arms over their shoulders.

"Take him to the bath— actually no, take him to my room." I commanded them, walking over to the kitchen sink in order to wash my hands. "Dustin, go check if mom's still asleep."

At the lack of movement, I spared the two remaining kids in the room a look of urgency, only to be met by Dustin's baffled face.

"What."

"What was that?" He inquired in an accusative tone.

"I genuinely don't know what you're talking about." I lied, choosing to play stupid, keeping myself busy with filling a bowl with warm water and, right after, digging in our freezer for ice to avoid meeting Dustin's inquisitive eyes.

"You know what I'm talking about." I did my best to look clueless, which only seemed to exasperate my brother more. "The sexual electricity!"

"The what?" Max questioned, pulling a face at Dustin while my eyes widened because who the fuck taught him that.

Before I could get a word in, the two taller boys that had carried Steve to my room came back.

"Just check if mom's asleep, okay?" I insisted, taking backwards steps into the hall to reach the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

STEVE'S P. O. V.

The silence of Y/n's room was filled with the buzzing going on my head. As much as I would have loved to take a look around to hopefully catch a more solid grip of her already visible personality, keeping my eyes open with the light on was an effort I couldn't afford.

Due to being laid down on my back across the mattress with my forearm over my eyes, I didn't acknowledge Y/n's presence until she spoke.

"Hey."

"Hey." I reciprocated the greeting in the same soft, careful tone without changing my position. I was tempted to peek from under my temporary light shield when I heard her pacing around the room, moving from one corner to another, but I ended up waiting for her signal.

Soon enough, a two switches were flipped and a hand was patting my thigh. "C'mon, pretty boy."

I opened my eyes to see the room's ceiling light had been replaced with a warm toned night lamp by our side.

Without a word and some struggle, I propped myself forward and attempted to sit upright. The not so genuine smile I spared the girl before sitting on a chair earned me a sympathetic look.

She seemed to want to say a thousand different things, but stayed quiet instead, soaking a cotton cloth on an undersized bowl which rested atop her lap.

"Y/n?" She hummed, prompting me to go on. "You okay?"

Her irises shot up from her lap with incredulity. "Me?" She huffed, reaching to carefully remove the couple of colorful band-aids the kids had placed on my temple. "I'm peachy. You, on the other hand?"

"I'll be okay."

"I know." She raised the wet cloth to my forehead, and distractedly whispered, "Let me know if it hurts." before squeezing the piece of fabric above it, letting the lukewarm water run down the cut.

Instinctively, I raised the hem of my shirt to dry the droplets, but Y/n's expertise hands were much quicker. With a dry piece of toilet paper, she made sure the now dirty water wouldn't drip on my clothes, whilst beginning to ever so gently tap on the cut with the wet cloth.

I didn't realize how tense I was until the girl halted her actions, furrowing her brows at me. "Am I hurting you?"

"No- shit, not at all." I'm just not used to people taking care of me, my heart wanted to confess; my brain barely refrained it. And, had I kept my eyes on Y/n's for an instant longer, the sentence would have slipped anyway.

"Let's get you more comfortable, okay?" She suggested, moving the first aid items from her lap to the nightstand.

I simply nodded at her suggestion, chin still downcasted even when her grip secured my forearms to help me turn and slide backwards. An inpatient, mildly frustrated curse escaped her lips due to the struggle, stealing the ghost of a laugh from me when she had to abandon the chair and plant her knees on the mattress.

"I think I can do this myself." I teased, digging my heels on the blanket to push and help with my relocation.

"I think it's too late for that." She snapped back, releasing one of my forearms to cup the back of my head before it could hit the headboard. "Careful now." She muttered, only letting her fingers slide out of my hair when the back of her palm was pressed against the wooden piece of furniture.

I had to repress a mewl at the loss of touch, though I couldn't hide my pout when the warmth of her skin abandoned mine —nor could I avoid how I instinctively reached to hold her thigh in place when she attempted to retreat back to the chair.

Don't leave.

Instead of moving away, she lowered her own hand on mine, rubbing soothing circles on top of it with her thumb.

I'm not going anywhere.

After readjusting the lamp besides us and taking back the bowl and cloth, she repeated in silence the process carried out on the cut splitting my temple, this time on the one in my swollen lip.

"Did he only go for the head or...?" She questioned once she was done cleaning the open cuts.

Truth was, I didn't really know. After the third punch, everything was blank, but Y/n was worried enough as she was; adding that to the mix wouldn't do any good. "Pretty much."

"He's a fucking tool." She seethed, grabbing the antiseptic lotion to apply it on my temple. "Should've let Sam run him over at Tina's party."

"That would've made my night." I realized too late that the amused smile twisting my lips reopened the slit, and earned me some lighthearted chastising from Y/n.

"As if I didn't make your night." She taunted me, paying extra attention to my lips to make sure the bleeding was cut short before she brushed in the lotion with her fingertip.

The scene was too reminiscent of that one night, and I wondered if Y/n's intense stare on my mouth meant she was feeling the same urge to kiss me now that I had felt then.

"So uhm... Does Dustin know—"

And just like that, the spell was broken.

"Jesus, no." She snorted, straightening up her position. "And he's never gonna find out."

"Because you're embarrassed?" I furrowed my brows at the senior before me. She immediately mirrored my visage, and I felt the need to explain myself. "In the car, Dustin and Lucas were going on about how you despise me. And I mean, I got a complete different impression at Tina's party, but maybe you— I don't know, are ashamed of what happened?"

"What? No! No." She gulped, suddenly finding the clean gauze on her folded thigh very interesting. "I mean, I might have— I might have mentioned you weren't my uhhh favorite person to Dustin a couple of times, but— yeah, no." She shook her head to emphasize her words.

"Then why?" I hated the neediness in my tone; the way my voice broke. I blamed the lack of sleep and the adrenaline rollercoaster the last couple of days had been.

"First off, my little brother has no business in my love life." She fairly pointed out with a quirked brow. "And second, he'll tell Mike, and I bet Mike will tell Nancy."

"We broke up." I blurted out. With what intention? I didn't really know, and by the look on her face, neither did Y/n.

"You know it'll still piss her off."

"It was just a kiss."

She stared blankly at me for a second.

'No, it wasn't' was the sentence read on her expression —and she was right, it hadn't just a kiss. It was the best kiss I've ever had.

"And that's why no one needs to know." She said instead, with deluded resignation in her words. "Listen, Steve." Sigh. "We got more important... Matters to attend. Don't you think?"

"Right."

The following few minutes elapsed without a word. We drowned in the quietness of the room while Y/n finished patching me up. Hadn't I know better, I would have said she was lingering.

"You could use those sunglasses right now." She observed, taking my chin between her thumb and index to move me around.

"I'm pretty sure they're at the Byers'."

She gave her head a couple of slow shakes. I had earlier wondered if she would interrogate me any further about the events leading up to this moment, given how little she had asked about it, and the time had come. "How did you end up babysitting these assholes?"

"Your little shit of a brother got me mixed up in some dangerous business 'cause no one else was around." I explained, trying my best to give away nothing apart from the necessary. "It kinda kept escalating from there."

She dropped her hands on her lap, opening and closing her mouth a couple of times before finally asking, "what's going on, Steve?"

I didn't have time to say a single thing before the door was shoved open, making us both jolt on the spot.

"I'M NOT LOOKING!" Dustin yelled from the entrance with covered eyes.

"Dustin, what the fuck?!" The girl turned to hysterically gesture at the kid, whose hand fell limply to his side with a relieved exhale when he was met with nothing but his sister handing me an ice bag. "What is it."

"Can Lucas, Mike and Max stay the night?" It took a hot minute for Y/n to give her brother an affirmative response. She probably wasn't a fan of Billy showing up at her doorstep looking for Max like he had done at the Byers'.

"I'll get Max pj's in a moment." The eldest sister relented, shooing her little brother out shortly after.

"This kid."

"I know." She agreed with a breathy laugh, giving me an up-and-down. "Okay, you're all good. Or as good as it gets."

"I'm all ready to go home?"

Y/n's slack jawed expression made it really hard not to throw a fit of laughter. "And how the fuck will you go home, Steve?"

"I'll walk to the Byers'." I began to explain in a Self-assured manner. "My car's there and—"

"So is Hargrove." She cut me off. "And then what, then you drive?"

I threw my hands up in surrender between us. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Stay the night." The girl before me put that out there as if it was the most logical response; as if we had been friends for so long that not crashing in unprompted wasn't even up to question. It certainly wasn't the case. "Take the bed. I have to watch over and see if I gotta rush you to the hospital anyway." She nonchalantly explained, trying not so subtly to reassure me.

"I don't wanna be a bother."

"I'm inviting you." She responded, rocking herself slightly forward.

"Why are you so sweet to me?" It was more of an out loud thought than a real question, but I obtained a reply nevertheless.

"It's called minimal decency, Harrington." Flashing me a quick half smile, Y/n abandoned the bed and walked to the barely lit dresser at the foot of the bed. "I think I have... Ah, got it." She wiggled a piece of clothing I could barely discern and threw it at me. "You'll be more comfortable in that."

"Thanks." I mumbled after unfolding the item and realizing it was a big soft t-shirt.

"No worries." Y/n's body was back to being folded to fish out something else from the drawers, which i figured would be sleepwear for Max. "Alright, I'm gonna go arrange the gang of toddlers I have camped in the living room." I nodded at her, not missing the way her eyes slipped down to my torso once I had discarded both my jacket and shirt. "I'll... be right back."

In the last couple of days, I had had a lot of bizarre experiences, but one I certainly did not expect was sleeping in Y/n Henderson's bed. In her shirt. What was life even.

I had just barely accommodated myself under Y/n's covers when the door was once more shoved open, nearly giving my a heart attack. Unsurprisingly enough, the figure entering the room was not the girl who had just patched up my wounds, but Dustin.

"Everything okay?" I questioned, sitting up again, but the kid did not respond — not until he was sat on the chair by the bed anyway.

"Steve."

"Dustin."

I gave the kid a puzzled look when he took a deep breath, as if he was about to break some horrible news to me.

"Do you have a thing for my sister?"

"What?" It came out in a high-pitched, panicked tone, which definitely did not playing in my favor.

"I'm not gonna be mad," Dustin on the contrary spoke calmly, like a parent who was about to scold their child. "I just want to know."

"Jesus, Dustin. No. I do NOT have a thing for Y/n."

I felt myself getting smaller under the thirteen year old's scrutinizing glare, praying for him to be convinced because I didn't have the strength to have that conversation with anyone, let alone a child.

Eventually, the youngest Henderson caved in and spared me, choosing to get up and leave instead of questioning me any further. Maybe he himself didn't really want to know, or maybe he thought I had been put through enough already.

With one last squinted, unconvinced look from the room's entrance, Dustin closed the door, leaving me alone with just the warm colored night lamp to illuminate the space.

Releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding, I slid back into the silky sheets permeated with Y/n's perfume, which lulled me to sleep faster than I would have ever imagined.

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READER'S P. O. V.

It took me longer than expected to set up a proper sleeping place for the middle schoolers, but not long enough for someone to fall asleep in the meantime.

Yet there he was, sound asleep, lightly snoring in my bed when I got back to the bedroom. The mere thought of having to wake him up again was breaking my heart a little, but it was imperative.

With a quiet whine, I dragged my feet to the side of the bed before plopping down on the chair. God, even after fixing him up, he was in an awful state.

'Billy hit him pretty hard.' Max had confided me in a whisper, face full of guilt. 'I thought he was gonna kill him.'

"Steve." I called for him in the most gentle voice I could. Nothing. "Steve." I tried again. Again, nothing.

He was completely knocked out.

I resolved to try from a closer distance, so I leaned on until my lips were inches away from him and... Nothing came out of me. How could someone look so beautiful all beaten up?

I didn't fully register my movements until my lips were lightly pressed on his cheekbone. The positive side is that that seemed to do the trick to wake him up. The negative was that he had definitely felt the kiss.

His initial confusion, however, was quick to melt into an entranced expression I couldn't fully decipher.

"Hi." He whispered under his breath, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Hi." I greeted back with what I was sure it looked like a smitten smile. "I brought you Tylenol." He muttered a relieved 'thank god', propping himself on his forearms to take first the medicine and then the glass of water I was offering him. "I'm gonna stay put for a little while." I informed him, taking back the now empty glass to place it on the cramped nightstand. "If I'm sleeping and you start to feel like you're dying, wake me up."

It was a half joke, but Steve only furrowed his brows. "Wait are you gonna sleep on that?" He pointed at my chair with disgust while going back to his previous position.

"Where the hell do you want me to sleep?" I asked rhetorically with the intention of pointing out the lack of free sleeping places in the house, but I got a response.

"Lay down with me?"

I would be lying if I said I wasn't tempted by the offer, but it just seemed wrong, so with a halfhearted smile, I shook my head no.

"Had to try." Steve clicked his tongue, poorly hiding his own disappointment. "Night, Henderson."

"Night, Harrington." I mumbled back, folding my arms over the mattress and resting my chin on them.

"Thank you." Had we not been in complete silence, the dozed off boy's words would have been inaudible. "For everything." He added, finding my fingers with his own and lazily intertwining them.

My heart skipped a bit at the touch and I silently cursed myself, because I was definitely crushing on Steve Harrington.

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Childhood Crush with Will Byers (Male!Reader)

Part Two

Hi!

I've never written headcanons before but I've read loads, and I wanted to give it a try!

I want to make it clear that this isn't a whole age gap thing between the reader and Will, the reader/you will be the same age as him.

Will Byers x Male!Reader

Warnings: Cursing (literally only 1 time)

Thanks for reading!

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Keep reading

So you've been apart of the party since season 1 AKA before shit went down

You had always kinda been closer with Will than the other boys

You were the "tough one" of the group, even though Mike, Dustin, and Lucas would never admit it

You had to grow up fast because your parents worked all the time

And you had three younger siblings

(one set of twins and then the youngest, who's a toddler)

But the party not-so-secretly planned the campaign hangouts for when they knew your parents would be home

Or someone else came to watch your siblings

Because you worried a lot over them and would not be able to take your mind off of them the entire hangout

Anyways- I got a bit carried away with backstory there

The reason you were closer with Will was because he got teased a lot and was just generally quieter

Which made you protect him/be the more extroverted one in your friendship with him

When Will went missing you were the first to bring major alarm

When Hopper came to investigate you were clearly panicking but were just trying to figure out where he went or if he was safe

Because you cared a lot about him

He was one of your best friends

Yup, friends.

When Will came back you would barely leave his side

And ever since then you two were basically inseparable

Through all of Will's suffering

Through every following event (*cough* season *cough*)

You were right there.

When Mike and Lucas got girlfriends and Dustin went away for camp, you two took solace in each other like never before

Hanging out literally every free second you had

(You had gotten much more after the twins got old enough to watch the youngest by themselves)

Oh, and you were crushing on each other hard

Like- if the others weren't so immersed in their own cringey problems they would've seen through you two like you were both in a glass closet

Will would vent to you about how the party was split up

And how no one wanted to play DnD anymore

So you encouraged him to press further, see if Mike and Lucas would break out of their girl obsessed shells

Dressed in a cloak and tall hat and holding a stick Will shouted in the basement.

"CALL ME BY MY FULL NAME!"

The other boys were unimpressed but played along

Teasing and snickering at him

You were getting annoyed at their behavior

This poor boy (that you totally didn't have a crush on)

Had gone through so much

And just wanted to play DnD like the old days

But no.

They just had to sit there and basically ignore Will and his efforts

You held your anger back, not wanting to upset Will further

When it got too much for even the sweet quiet boy

Shouting at Mike and ripping off his costume, Will stormed up the stairs and to the garage

You followed closely after

But so did Mike

In the garage the two boys went at it

Saying things they regretted in the heat of the moment

And then that line.

"WELL IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DON'T LIKE GIRLS"

Will looked at Mike with betrayal and hurt

But Mike- the stubborn kid- didn't apologize

After basically telling Will and you to grow up, you both pedaled away

And went to Castle Byers.

Will was angry and upset- rightfully so!

You sat with him as he cried in the small fort

Wrapping your arms around him you held him as an effort to comfort him

Rain pouring down around you

Will looked at the drawings hung around him, even his Will the Wise drawing

His shaking hand reached up to tear it down, his intentions clear

Your hand shot up and held his wrist gently, pulling a gasp from his throat

You shook your head and looked at Will with sympathy

"Don't. You know you'll regret it," you whisper to him

"But it's stupid and childish!" Will cried, taunting himself and beating himself further down his hole of hatred

"Why? It's your home."

"Will, look at me."

He did

You gently lifted your hands up and cupped his cheeks, brushing the pads of your thumbs under the bags in his eyes

Most likely caused by the nightmares you wished you could comfort him from

And dried his tears as best you could, leaving him hiccupping as more flowed down

"Will...?"

He looked at you with wide, questioning eyes

"Can I kiss you?"

The question left him speechless but in a moment of pure emotion

All of it having built up inside his chest

He lunged over to you and connected your lips

It was wet with his tears and the rain that had managed to leak in from the cracks in the roof

But it was perfect

You poured every emotion you'd harbored for the boy into that kiss

Every stolen glance

Every yearning in your heart to hold him, to dance with him, to just look into his eyes for hours

Everything felt right.

Will had finally felt whole again

He'd found the thing he seemed to have lost years ago

And as you held his waist

And he cupped your face

Nothing could've been better than that moment.

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My first attempt at headcanons! I don't think it went very well in the traditional idea of headcannons 😅

I enjoyed it nonetheless!

Let me know how you liked it?

-Author Max <3

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[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.”

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[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEART CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

YN

“It's a good song, honey. If I knew you could write like this I would have had you write all our songs,” my dad said, chuckling at the end. I rolled my eyes, a laugh escaping me. “Thanks, dad. I don't know, after everything that happened…with him…it just sort of came to me and I opened my notebook and started writing.”

Fragments of Love

(Verse 1)

I once believed in the words you whispered in the night

But now I see they were just empty promises, not quite

You said forever, but forever seems so far

Now I'm left with these broken pieces of my heart

(Chorus)

Fragments of love, scattered on the ground

Each shattered dream, lost and never found

You promised me the world, but all I got was pain

Now I'm left picking up the pieces, trying to remain

(Verse 2)

I held onto your words like they were precious gold

But now I see the lies that your stories told

You said you'd never leave, but now you're gone

Leaving me stranded in a world so cold and alone

(Chorus)

Fragments of love, scattered on the ground

Each shattered dream, lost and never found

You promised me the world, but all I got was pain

Now I'm left picking up the pieces, trying to remain

(Bridge)

I believed in you, I trusted in your name

But now I see the truth behind this cruel game

Promises broken, like fragile glass

Leaving me stranded in this broken past

(Chorus)

Fragments of love, scattered on the ground

Each shattered dream, lost and never found

You promised me the world, but all I got was pain

Now I'm left picking up the pieces, trying to remain

(Outro)

Fragments of love, echoes of a broken vow

But I'll gather the pieces, some day, someway, somehow

“I still make him disappear…” I snorted at that. “I think I'll be just fine. It still hurts but not as bad as it did,” I said. Dad hummed on the other side of the line. “Well, I may or may not have looked into what he's been up to. He went to rehab and just got out a couple weeks ago.” I cleared my throat and moved around on the couch to fold my legs under me. “Yeah, I saw him the other day in town. He's been sending me flowers for the past six fucking months. The greeting card always has a different way to apologize. I didn't know there were so many different ways but he found them.”

“That's what fame does to you, sweetheart. It makes it easier for you. You can have all the drugs and alcohol at your fingertips. Eddie was used to always being the laughing stalk. High school was hell for him; he got bullied. Now everyone loves him. Men want to be him. Women want to be with him. Girls are going to be jealous of you and hate you because you are with…were with him. Everyone wants to party because nobody is going to tell them to stop. The only way you can get help is if you want it. This was his breaking point; losing you completely opened his eyes. Don't be too hard on him.”

My dad gave me a lot to think about after I got off the phone with him. I could see Eddie was trying to get better, but I'm still working on healing myself. Right now my priority was to get to work on time. I don't need to work but I want to. I want to make my own money and not live off my dad's money. So I got a job at Hawkings Rockin’ Records. It was a small record store in town at the little plaza beside the video store. Robin and Steve Harrington used to work at the video store.

I grabbed my jacket, slipping my arms into the sleeves. It was a little chilly in Hawkins; being the end of October; only one more days until it's Hallowen. I love autumn, it's my favorite season. The leaves are changing and falling, Halloween and scary movies, everything is all spooky. The weather was perfect. It was still kind of warm but there was chill in the air. I had Billy help me decorate the house inside and out. He hated every moment of it but it still helped me. I was planning a small get together for Halloween.

I've grown close with not just Billy but his sister Max and her boyfriend Lucas and their friends Dustin, Will, El, and Mike. I also invited Steve and Robin, along with Nancy, Mike's older sister, and Will's older brother Jonathan. They have all known each other and were close for years, so it was a little awkward at first but they've accepted me into their group with open arms. Now we're all close and frequently hang out.

I went to work, did Inventory, and restalked some stuff. Everything that my dad had said to me was replaying over and over in my mind. Eddie had gone to rehab and seemed like he was cleaning his life up. He's been sending me flowers for six months straight. Yesterday flowers were believed with a simple apology note. “I'm sorry. Happy Halloween. Love E.” He was trying. He wasn't giving up. Not on himself or me. The flowers were fucking gorgeous as always.

This bouquet was made up of black and orange roses with sunflowers mixed in. The top of the flowers was covered with a thin layer of fake spider web and had a couple little spiders on top. They were wrapped in black paper with a ribbon tied around the stems. The ribbon was black with white skulls on it. This was hands down my favorite bouquet he has sent me. I mean, all the flowers he's sent are absolutely beautiful, but this one was my favorite. Halloween is my favorite holiday and the flowers were perfect. I have them in a vase in the middle of the kitchen island.

After work I went to Benny's to meet everyone. We were going to be planning out tomorrow night. We wanted to have a small get together with just the twelve of us. Pizza, snacks and drinks, music, games, horror movies. We just had to figure out what movies we were going to watch and what everyone wanted on their pizza and what kind of drinks to get. It was going to be a fun time. It's something I've needed. Having these guys in my life has helped so much.

I was grateful to have them. I didn't mind living in a small town. It was way better than always being on the road and having paparazzi following you everywhere you went and having your whole life plastered all over the place. Now, I'm not saying paparazzi haven't tried to come here, because they have. But my dad had put a stop to it. He's taken all the attention away from Eddie and I's relationship issues and put it on himself. Plus it helped that El's dad, Hopper, was the Chief of police. So if I have a problem I just have to call him up and he comes to take care of it.

When I walked onto Benny's everyone was already there. “Took you long enough,” Billy said, walking up to me. I rolled my eyes at him. “Left me with these idiots.” I elbowed him in the side. “Be nice. You're lucky to have people like them in your life. Even if you were an asshole in the past.” He scoffed and we walked to the table. Everyone ordered what they wanted, we talked while we waited, and planned everything out while we ate. Then we left ten minutes before Benny had to close.

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[dadr0ckmusic]

stranger things headcanons because i said so part 2 (the kids)

max mayfield

only eats green skittles

billy has told her multiple times that she needs to improve her taste in men

tried to get will to be treasurer of the mike wheeler hate club she founded. he said no

"are you ready to fucking rage?" "max we're only going to the dollar store."

she definitely takes those 6-hour, sweaty, bed-lined naps like everyday

makes those jokes like "why'd you turn the lamp on? to look at men? cause you're gay?" to mike

avid girl in red listener. "i thought you'd swing the other way since..." "WHAT THE FUCK BILLY"

"my bisexual bf and i in our straight passing relationship"

doesn't know how to spell courious,,,,, couiours,,,,, the thing george the monkey is

has zero school spirit. i don't blame her i would hate that school too

this girl LOVES hot wings and will murder everyone if they don't order wings when they get pizza

she got drugged REALLY BAD one year on halloween in cali. like girl was in third grade watching the wallpaper melt while being lectured for staying out late

would totally beat your ass if you went thrifting and found something cooler than her

she would totally get into metal/glam rock for approval from eddie and billy. eddie def took her to metallica's fort wayne concert in '86

i know this gal has a wagon full of ice and water balloons and she skates around hawkins and fucking hurls these water balloons at people she knows

dustin henderson

likes mint chocolate chip ice cream

he tried to learn a cool bike trick when he was in 4th grade and ended up breaking his arm and the bike. he never tried it again

his collection of hats is so dear to him you have no clue

takes care of a fake plant and doesn't know it. steve made robin and eddie vow to not tell him. dustin named it kevin

if he likes you enough absolutely NOTHING will get him to change his opinion on you. you killed a man? that's sick as hell. you beat steve's ass at some point? he needed sense knocked into him. you're cool as hell no matter what.

is a literal SLUT for gummi worms

call him 'casanova' or 'hot shot' and he'll be your best friend. his self-esteem would go through the roof

confuses people with facts and logic

total animal lover. he tried to be vegetarian once and gave up after like three days but its the thought that counts

him and eddie have an elaborate handshake (kind of like his and steve's in s3) and its so out of wack sometimes but always ends perfectly

he has a little photo album he hides in his closet and lucas found it one time and STILL gives him shit for it and blackmails him. "remember what i found in your closet dustin? it'd be a shame if someone were to know about it..." "okay FINE here's $20"

he cries wayyy more often than he wants to admit

he would have a crush on any steve-aged girl that ends up in the group. and when he met suzie he told the steve-aged girl that he was sorry he was off the market

he has so much gaydar its actually baffling.

will byers

he's just.... the sweetest kid on the planet

if you're apart of the lgbtq+ community, he'd be so understanding because he's gay (obvi) and he loves you! so much!

i know this mf would've made eddie postpone hellfire to go to lucas's game and watch him make the winning shot

he gets the most bitches in the party despite being gay. i do not make the rules.

he would be on the track team in high school

brings a camera with him EVERYWHERE and documents everything and makes a photo book for each person in the group

always always always worrying about your well-being especially after any upside down madness

him and max are BEST BUDS and it terrifies the party.

he would spend HOURS on a drawing for you and the meaning will make you cry. "it took a little while... but it's worth it because you mean a lot to me :)" tears ensue. "WILL BYERS YOU MEAN THE UNIVERSE TO ME"

talks to eddie for hours upon hours about lord of the rings/the hobbit. HOURS

always rides shotgun. he totally has the widest taste in music and it actually shocks people sometimes

THE. BEST. HUGGER. let me tell you. if you've been through it and he hugs you? the goddamn waterworks. no doubt about it.

makes mixtapes for everyone in the party. mixes in some prog rock for taste to 'widen their musical knowledge'

he's ticklish. but if you tickle him he's beating you to a pulp

sometimes he's SUCH a little shit and gets away with it so often

lucas sinclair

will made him a friendship bracelet and he hasn't removed it in three years.

he has really weird dreams. like when the party all stay at someone's house they always wake him up early and ask him what he dreamed about.

he likes apple juice and is very ashamed of it

if they ever go to a waterpark, lucas is FORCING mike to get on the biggest slides with him just to see him freak out

can't look at a waffle without thinking of el

threatened to sell mike to the commies once and mike didn't speak to him for a week

when max was in lucas's arms after vecna attacked her he remembered the "do you accept the risk" conversation and he broke.

one time during d&d he missed an attack against a dragon and punched the table so hard he fractured his wrist

when he shot billy in the face with the slingshot he was actually so proud of himself that he looked to see if anyone was watching and then he remembered the situation they were in

would listen the SHIT out of frank ocean.

is the opposite of "no homo" this fucker says "full homo bro" and leans in to kiss dustin lmfaooo

just so confused 24/7

him and will are absolute menaces. like they'll be getting yelled at by steve and they make eye contact with each other and fucking lose it

eleven

lesbian el ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

she loooves watching will do anything art-related

just so curious (i know how to spell curious i was joking earlier) about everything! wants to know everything about everything and will spend hours reading library books about a subject

had will braid her hair when it was long

has girls nights with max, nancy, and robin

learned about the concept of death later than normal and she sometimes says "i'm gonna miss you when you die" to someone in the party and it freaks them out

the party taught her how to ride a bike and now she BEGS them to go on bike rides even when its snowing

collects LOADS of funky socks cause she's a funky little lesbian

love love loves writing letters!! when she lived in lenora she sent soooo many letters to everyone, even steve

after the first time max painted her nails, it became her favorite color over time

keeps candy in her pockets ALL THE TIME just in case someone needs cheering up

remembers specific times and dates like when she got to california, when she met robin officially, and when joyce told her to trust her and that she's safe

gets everyone out of trouble at school because all the teachers love her

loves perfume so much. she's always asking max which ones she likes best so she can try them

mike wheeler

him and nancy fought over who got to name holly

i just KNOW this mf uses axe body spray like deodorant and its probably the reason el breaks up with him (besides the fact he's totally in love with will)

prefers coke over pepsi

eddie always compares mike to a spider and calls him skinny and gross and lanky and it sometimes makes mike sad but eddie truly doesn't mean it

scared of ladybugs

fucker hates pickles

he cried when xxxtentacion died when he really never listened to him before he died. mike even made him his lockscreen he was that devoted to being a fake fan

an asshole towards anyone he isn't friends with. even if someone in the party really likes this person he is NOT giving in

this little fucker needs his mommy to cut the crust off his sandwiches cause he's a BABY. he needs his mommy to tuck him into bed cause he's a BABY.

i know this dude's middle name is anthony or some shit

i know s2 mike would beat the FUCK out of s4 mike

his favorite animals are frogs and lizards cause he reminds me of a lizard

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[hawkinsgirlnextdoor]

Being An Older Sister Figure to the Party

Headcanons for being an older sister to the party from seasons 1 to 3 (for now, I'll probably add more ideas that pop into my head, especially for season 4). I might even do a part two if someone requests it.

You’ve been babysitting Will since he was nine and as a result you’ve become very protective of him and his friends. 

You and Jonathan have always worked as a team to make Will feel accepted. You started coming over every weekend to watch movies or listen to music with the two of them, making sure that it was stuff that he liked. 

You listen carefully when Will tries to explain D&D to and you smile at the way he talks about “Will the Wise” and the adventures he goes on with his friends. Eventually Will’s party gives you a rundown of how to play and you participate sometimes (usually reading lines for an NPC Mike wrote beforehand).

Dustin and Lucas really like having you around. They always try to impress you with random references and facts that are pretty cringe-worthy but you find them charming. 

Even when Joyce couldn’t afford to pay you after Lonnie left you still stick around because you care about Will so much. It kills you to see how he and his friends get bullied and you try to help any way you can but it doesn’t always work. 

You and Joyce have always been really close and she treats you like a daughter. 

After Will came back from the upside down you visited him every day in the hospital and brought him a box full of his favorite things (art supplies, books, his favorite movies). 

You never really recover from what happened but you try to be a pillar of strength for him. 

When Max moves to Hawkins you quickly get wind of her home life. You make it your mission to make sure she has a place where she can feel comfortable, letting her stay over at your house whenever she needs a break from Billy or Niel. 

Max has never been traditionally “girly” but you help her feel comfortable in her femininity. Painting her nails, braiding her hair, taking her shopping for clothes because her mom is too overbearing, etc. 

She’s always struggled with finding positive female role models but you show her the strength in being vulnerable and tell her that she doesn’t have to act tough all the time.

When Steve Harrington enters the picture you’re a little skeptical. He never seemed like the kind of person who would spend his time worrying about anyone but himself and his asshole friends. You’re especially worried about Dustin trying to emulate him but soon enough you come around. He shows you that he cares about the kids just as much as you do even if its in a different way. You start to bond and anytime he worries about people still seeing him as “King Steve”, you assure him that he’s a great guy who’s doing his best. 

Eleven is your baby. After season two you make a point of treating her like a normal preteen girl. When she grows out her hair you buy her clips and look in every magazine to find hairstyles that she can wear. 

When Lucas and Max get together they break up constantly which leads to Lucas crying on your doorstep begging you to help him get her back. Lucas insists that he did it himself because he’s just that smooth (and he’s embarrassed about blubbering in your arms about missing Max). 

When Dustin comes back from camp you’re the only one who believes him about Suzie being his girlfriend. You even talk with her on Cerebro and quickly become pen pals. 

After season 3 you like to keep tabs on Erica. Mostly just to check if she’s having any problems sleeping after what happened on the Fourth of July, or sometimes just to hear her rant about her D&D character. 

You and Mike have an interesting relationship. He’s been Will’s best friend for as long as you remember and has been one of the only people who’s ever made him feel normal but at the same time he’s put that boy through the emotional wringer. 

He annoys you a lot of the time but at the end of the day you know he’s a good kid and who doesn’t have a lot of love in his life. 

Sometimes Mike comes to you about stuff he doesn’t tell anyone else. He sees you as one of the only older people in his life who won’t scold him for his mistakes. You always tease him or set him straight but at the end of the day you let him know you care.

You're the first person Will ever comes out to, and you make sure to guard that secret with your life.

At the end of the day all the kids love you and feel like they can come to you for anything, especially end-of-the-world stuff <3.

#stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things x reader #will byers #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #max mayfield #el hopper #steve harrington #jonathan byers #joyce byers #the party

[allhappyandgay]

Rink O Mania (and the airport scene) from Mikes perspective

We all know how wills hug got rejected and that he had to third wheel mike and El all day and how miserable it was for him and how he felt like mike wasn’t interested in anything he had to say and just ignored him all day and how mike only called him “maybe a couple times” and how his undying love for mike is unrequited and mikes an asshole that treated will like shit because the duffers just decided to stop writing his character all together for absolutely no reason so now he’s just El’s boyfriend and—

Why doesn’t the vast majority of the ga ever question mikes behavior? I rarely see normal people (non-bylers) consider why he’s been acting different, or that there’s a reason for anything he does. they just take him at face value and write his entire character off as useless, annoying, and torturing our baby will because there’s absolutely no way he’s anything but straight and no way will could ever do anything wrong. everyone I know irl has said that they hope mike dies in s5, which just goes to show how misunderstood his character is, because in reality he is very important to the story! and he’s also just very complex and well written imo

(I know people are supposed to be oblivious to mikes motives so that his arc makes a big impact, i’ve just noticed that most people simply accept his behavior without looking into it at all and then want him to die lmao like no wonder)

There is a reason. A very good reason.

To start us off here’s a list of things we’ve gathered from the show that most of the ga isn’t aware of or didn’t pick up on that are important in putting together mikes pov of these scenes (this is solely based on the limited information we’ve been given—other than mike being gay, that’s based on subtext—even us bylers haven’t uncovered the full mystery that is michael wheeler)

Mike is gay and is in love with will, possibly having fully realized this the last time he saw him before they moved -> mike is aware of his feelings toward will

(Im unsure if Lucas On The Line is canon material but Im adding this anyway because they hint toward it in the show) Mike started spending all his time in his basement playing on his new NES after will moved, depressed, and rarely going outside or seeing his friends -> will moving had a major negative affect on him

Mike and El communicate through letters and (possibly) cerebro exclusively -> mike does not call El and vice versa

Joyce has a new telemarketer job and mike won’t stop whining about it because she’s always on the phone -> mike tries to call will so much that he’s constantly complaining about not getting through

Mike knows will made a painting for someone he likes, which might be a girl according to El’s letter -> mike is aware of the painting and is under the impression that will is straight

now without further ado,

Mike meets the Byers at the airport. He and El hug and kiss, but he keeps the flowers he picked her—ones he couldn’t keep his mind off of will while picking—between them to create some distance right off the bat. He’s putting on a show. Not a very good one though, because the moment he sees will he remembers all the times he waited by the phone for him to pick up his calls, and then all the times will didn’t. Will didn’t reach out. He must’ve made some new friends—joined another party—and didn’t have time for mike anymore, not enough to call, anyway. Mike doesn’t notice the huge smile on will’s face, or maybe he does, but either way he doesn’t know how to act. Maybe it was that Mike couldn’t handle wills physical touch like he used to, or maybe he didn’t want to blow his cover when will obviously didn’t feel the same way, so he opts for a side hug and a shoulder pat rather than throwing himself into wills arms like his heart was telling him to. This is his favorite person, and yet he has no clue where they stand. As mikes eyes journey across will, seeing how much he’s changed in what’s felt like a year, he registers the rolled up painting in his hands immediately. He can’t help it, his jealously is too strong to hide, he has to know what he already does.

“uh, what’s that?”

Will shuts his question down with an “oh it’s nothing, it’s just this painting i’ve been working on.” Cold. It’s not for mike. obviously it’s not for mike. STUPID. Why did he even bring it?? to rub it in his face??

“cool.”

Two can play at that game. Mike wraps his arm around El’s shoulder like he used to do with will, and they make their way through the airport. El’s talking about burritos—or something, he doesn’t really know because will is stuck in his head like a catchy, overplayed song that you secretly like—and oh shit he caught mike looking. Mike does his best to come up with acceptable responses to what El’s telling him, but his focus is elsewhere. Then will speaks, and it’s the clearest voice he’s heard since he got there.

“Angela?” will blurts, panicked all of a sudden in response to El’s mention of her friends. Mike does a double take. Angela. A name to the mysterious cali girl from El’s letter, a name to the paintings recipient, a name to whatever was causing will to have been “acting weird” in Lenora. could this be any more heart wrenching? In an act of spite, mike kisses El on the head and hugs her closer, but he doesn’t know if will noticed. probably not, why would he?

At Rink O Mania Mike has his eyes glued to will. Even when he’s not looking at him, he notices his every move. And what does he see? He sees will rolling his eyes, moping, and is painfully aware of his silence—he’s quiet today. Maybe he’d rather be spending it with Angela. Did he really not miss him at all? Meanwhile mike spent their time apart sulking in his basement playing Nintendo since the second will left. Why’s he being such a douche?? They sit down to put on their roller skates when El tells mike he needs socks, which only reminds them all of his ridiculous facade. Then out of nowhere will brushes his leg to get his attention, the jolt of electricity causing mike to whip his head around at the speed of light.

“they sell them at the counter.” will says, pointing past mike.

“oh, okay,” he responds, heart probably racing. Wills talking to him again! are they cool? back to how they were? Mike makes his way back to will and El, practically throwing himself in wills direction before sitting down (I don’t know why he did this, maybe it was just really crowded so he had to go fast as to not get stuck in the crowd of people? whatever the reason, it’s hilarious and I laugh every time I see him almost crash into will).

“So, I asked for vomit green and I got vomit green. Isn’t that awesome?” mike says as he shoots a quick glance toward El, only to then beam at will. He’s testing the waters, looking for something, anything to tell him he was wrong feeling like will was pulling away from him. But will doesn’t respond, he doesn’t even fake a smile like mike does soon after.

The three of them huddle into a booth after skating, mike and El on one side and will on the opposite. Like this, mike can peak at will through his hair easily from across the table. He’s still barely talking, though. Suddenly a group of other teens skate up to their booth and El introduces mike to the blonde girl, seemingly leading the bunch, as Angela.

Mike goes through the pleasantries with them, while still noticing any slight changes in will’s demeanor. He watches will stare at Angela, surprised and nervous, practically jumping out of his seat. So this really is the girl he likes. El’s friends whisk her away to go skate with them, nothing weird about that. As they leave, will gets up out of the booth and gapes at them, probably upset that he missed his chance at giving Angela the painting he made her. Mike sips his milkshake in a jealous chafe, left alone at the table to his own gay devices until—

Will let’s out an apprehensive “oh no,” and mike is instantly by his side at that, despite the distance between them physically and emotionally.

“what?” mikes asks him, interested in anything will has to say. Then the truth comes out. Will goes on to explain to him that El’s been having trouble with bullies in Lenora, and that Angela isn’t actually her friend, but rather, her oppressor. Mike’s attention finally transfers over to El, but not for long, and not before glancing at will’s lips now that the two of them are face to face.

Im gonna end it here because the actual fight scene is kinda overwhelming and I really don’t know what mikes thinking other than realizing what’s been actually going on and that he’s been lied to so it’s hard to write out. but yeah this is how I see these parts of the episode now since I feel like I have a grasp on both will and mike’s perspectives. obviously I could be completely wrong I didn’t write the show but it’s pretty clear to me how much attention mike is paying to will once you look for it!!

kinda off topic but l noticed while watching this episode that blue and yellow lights (mike and will) follow mikes head around during the fight, like he’s got them on his mind, which we already know lol but I thought it was interesting. take a look:

Right when they start looking for El

Here as they’re walking, all of those games are blue and yellow and so is the lighting above them

Here for obvious reasons. notice how will only has blue behind his head, yellow is in between them, but both colors behind mike’s (also peep the exit sign 👀)

And here. the ‘what about us’ moment. these are from every shot of mike! the colors do not leave his head the whole scene!

anyway thx for reading sorry for the bad quality screenshots lol

#byler #byler endgame #byler analysis #byler canon #byler is requited #byler s5 #byler nation #byler proof #byler season 4 #anti mileven