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I feel like I keep seeing eddie x henderson!readers where dustin is over protective or slightly disapproving and they just kinda brush him off.
Someone give me reader who loves and cherishes her little brother and refuses to date someone who doesn't have his approval. Eddie scrambling to prove he's good enough for reader because even tho he's Dustin's friend that bar is much higher.
I feel like dustin holds strong on the idea until he overhears eddie crying to Gareth about how he's going to loose reader/his chance with her because he can't convince dustin that he'd be a good partner. At which point dustin relents because eddie really has been trying
#eddie munson x henderson!reader#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x plus size reader#eddie munson x you#brooke has thoughts#eddie munson x poc reader#dustin henderson
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Need Brooks no Delay, but Late is Better Than Never
by etlagiapet
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Will Byers
Additional Tags: fifteen years later, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, POV Steve Harrington, Misunderstandings, Angst and Feels, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Smut, The Lord of the Rings References, Angst with a Happy Ending, No beta we die like Barb
Words: 20,620
Chapters: 1/1
Summary
The year is 2001. The Fellowship of the Ring is out in theaters, and Steve is being dragged along to the supposed most important day of Dustin's life.
The thing is, Eddie Munson's coming, too, and Steve hasn't spoken to him in nearly six years. Not since misaligned feelings and an ill-timed love confession created a rupture Steve didn't know how to repair.
“We just drifted apart, man. That’s all.”
Dustin sighs dramatically. “Was it because you figured out you liked dudes and freaked out?”
Steve winces. It’s a joke. He can tell by Dustin’s tone, knows he likes to poke fun about Steve’s sexuality after he identified as a self-proclaimed ladies' man for so long, but it’s never come up this way before. Steve could deflect, but something in him shifts and instead he says, “More like because I figured it out too late.”
“Ooooooh,” Dustin breathes, and Steve can all but imagine the lightbulb flashing to life above his head. It makes Steve think of Dustin’s old hat with THINKING CAP on the front. “Oh my god, that makes so much more sense."
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The Lost Boys came out in 1987. And you can’t tell me that Eddie Munson would not have made that film his whole personality.
And you know damn well he would be mad jealous of how hot Steve found Jason Patric, Billy Wirth, Brooke McCarter, Keifer Sutherland, and Alex Winter. Like you know he’d have a poster up in his room that he stole was conveniently missing from family video.
Like genuinely, I see Steve waxing poetic and going on long drawn out tangents about Jason and Brooke’s hair from the movie, specifically. And Eddie just sitting there not so silently fuming. Mumbling under his breathe how SUPER nice and heavy metal his hair is.
Bonus points if it’s Kas Eddie. Phew boy! He’d be pointing out and correcting all the inaccuracies about vampires in the film and getting all stuffy whenever Steve shushes him. Everytime there’s a movie night Steve suggests they watch it. Like at this point he blatantly stole a copy from work. Obviously Eddie calls him on it one night when it’s just the two of them, after steve starts bemoaning his lack of hot vampire goth boyfriend. Eddie finally snaps and gets all in Steve’s face and asks(loudly), “what’s so great about them(their hair/general aesthetic) when you’ve got me?! Who’s an actual vampire…with great hair!!” And Steve just tilts his head and shrugs and says “you know what? You’re right.” Then proceeds to lay one(several) on Eddie.
Bonus bonus points if we have an alive reformed Billy who takes offense to Steve’s(and Eddie’s) attraction to Keifer and Billy Wirth.
Like oh my god! The possibilities are endless.
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Also as I was writing this I thought up of a The Lost Boys/Stranger Things crossover. (I’m pretty sure much more talented and creative people have not only mentioned this but also written it). But like the possibilities are endless.
Just hear me out:
-Vecna as Max
-Billy as David
-Eddie as Star
-Will as Laddie
-Joyce as Lucy
-Steve as Michael(obviously)
-Dustin as Sam
-Lucas and Mike as the frog brothers
-Tommy as Dwayne
-Johnathan as Marco
-Argyle as Paul
-El and Max as friends of Dustin’s who get brought into it.
-Robin as Steve’s new friend
-Nancy as the frogs older sister
-Erica is somewhere in this bc you know she’s sass the shit out of them
-Hopper as the security guard who gets killed(sorry Hop) maybe this is how El gets involved and since Maxine is her bestie so she does too.
-Chrissy, Heather and Jason possible victims. (Sorry Chrissy and Heather💔).
-Or maybe Heather and Carol are Billy’s and Tommy’s love interests before Steve shows up to rock the boat. Chrissy could either be Eddie’s friend or former flame. (Chrissy ends up with Robin)
Oooh or create new characters for Robin, Nancy, Chrissy, El, Max, Johnathan, Argyle, and Heather. Or maybe make the others some of the other vampires in the gang but like their in it against their will, so when Vecna inevitably dies Stobin bffs happens. Idk idk there’s just so much.
And depending if it’s Steddie or Metalsandwich Steve saves Eddie and/or Billy reforms.
Like idk but i love the film, it’s one of my favorites and just gives such great Steddie/metalsandwich vibes.
God just imagine how gay this could all be.
Like somebody else needs to write this. I can’t do it, idk if you’ve seen my liberal use of the word ‘like’ or not but a writer I am not.
#the lost boys#stranger things#steddie#mungrove#mungroveson#Steve/Eddie#Steve/billy#Steve/Eddie/Billy#vampires#Kas Eddie#stobin#hellcheerington#hellcheer#jargyle#fruity four#1987#vampire films#steve harringon#eddie munson#billy hargrove#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#fruity six#bi steve harrington#metalsandwich#eddissy#fanfiction#punk steve harrington#spicy six#steddie fic
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writing prompt jenna and brooke being (awkward) friends 👀👀
i like to think this takes place their sophomore year or so, before the events of the musical. their friendship is so messy to me i love them dearly
They’d all planned on going to the movies, and Chloe Valentine bailed at the last minute for a boy.
It wasn’t uncommon, really, for that to happen. Chloe liked to make plans, then cancel them on a whim. Jenna was convinced it was a power trip thing. Or maybe Chloe just genuinely didn’t care a single bit about her friends. Either one was entirely possible.
Jenna sat in Brooke’s mom’s car, staring at her phone. Chloe hadn’t texted.
“She posted on her story and she’s super clearly in Jake’s room.” Jenna said, looking over at Brooke, who sighed.
Brooke was nice. She was a bit ditzy, sure, she didn’t really know what to say most of the time, but she listened to Jenna’s gossip. But they almost never hung out, just the two of them, without Chloe there.
“Well, um. I can take you home, then.” Brooke said, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, looking over at the movie theater. Jenna didn’t want to see the movie at all. She’d mostly agreed to get the hell out of her house and stop feeling like such an outsider. Which had failed miserably.
For a moment, Jenna imagined what it’d be like to just hang out with Brooke for a day. Go get fro-yo. Talk about boys neither of them really cared about. Laugh at memes on each other’s phones. Get their nails done and braid hair and do whatever else girls did when they hung out with each other.
But the awkward air made her feel like she was being looked at under a microscope. Not even by Brooke, because the other girl didn’t seem like she even noticed that Jenna was there, much less her finer feelings.
“Do you wanna go get fro-yo instead? Pinkberry has a two for one toppings sale for people with a membership card.” Brooke said, just as Jenna opened her mouth to agree to going home.
Jenna looked at her for a moment, before she gave a small smile. “Yeah. I think fro-yo sounds… really good right now.” She said. “And I can tell you all about who I saw Dustin hooking up with at Chloe’s last party-”
Brooke grinned. “Oh my god. Please tell me it’s juicy.”
“The hottest gossip. I promise.” And if she felt a sort of twinge of guilt about talking about something neither of them really, truly cared about, she shoved it away. Fro-yo would fix the roiling in her stomach.
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ok so i dont care enough to edit it together but can u imagine an edit of the party to bitch by meredith brooks (yes this is the third time im posting abt it tonight shut up
lyrics: im a bitch, im a lover, i'm a child, im a mother, i'm a sinner, i'm a saint, i do not feel ASHAMED.
i'm a bitch - mike & max
i'm a lover - will & lucas
i'm a child - dustin & erica
i'm a mother - joyce & hopper
i'm a sinner - el doing powers stuff
i'm a saint - el w max & will & her fun friend moments w the party members
I DO NOT FEEL ASHAMED - the whole party together, el center
tell me you understand the vision
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Alphabet Ask
Hunter Bradley/Dustin Brooks
A, F, I,K, M, P, U, V, X
(Now I retreat into the shadows)
A: Aftercare
Dustin believes every form of sex should include at least half an hour to an hour of cuddle time. He could stay in bed all day anyway, but after sex? Hunter is lucky to get him off of him long enough for them to get to the bathroom to clean up. He's beyond clingy, but Hunter enjoys it and uses the time to assure his lover (and himself) that what they have is strong.
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F: Favorite Position
Hunter loves to be above Dustin, overpowering him. And Dustin eats it up. On his back, on his belly, on his knees -- he doesn't mind; as long as Hunter is all around him.
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I: Intimacy
Once these two became a couple, no one knew how they were ever not a couple. They never leave the other's side. They are constantly touching. It's not even creepy or controlling; it's just intimate. It's familiar. The two ground each other.
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K: Kink
These boys are always sporting marks, bites, scratches, ink drawings, etc. on each other. Both of them, but especially Hunter, love showing the world that their partner is for them alone.
Dustin loves being spoiled. And Hunter would end the world if Dustin asked it of him. From random gifts, acts of service like pushing Dustin's motorbike for him, to holding Dustin during a rough debriefing, and even fucking him as hard as he wishes after a tough battle, no matter how much he might beg to stop (safewords previously discussed, obviously).
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M: Motivation
Both are turned on by teasing, by a good joke, by the right look. These boys read each other so well that they could have each other right where they wanted in an instant.
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P: Pace
Oh god, two motorheads that don't know how to slow down if their life depended on it -- they both like it fast and rough and rarely slow it down, unless the situation calls for it and the vibes are right.
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U: Unfair
Both of them tease the shit out of the other, but Dustin has come the closest to almost causing Hunter to crack and fuck in right in front of Blake and Tori. When the teasing gets to be too much, the threats come out, and Hunter's willing to take risks he otherwise normally wouldn't - like sticking his hand in Dustin's pants and fingering him just around the corner of the Ninja Ops, or fucking him out by the waterfall, barely hidden behind the water.
It's Dustin's own fault for being a brat, of course.
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V: Volume
Hunter has started carrying a bandana around with him specifically to use as a gag for Dustin because the yellow is so damn loud anytime they fuck. From frantic whimpers to repetitive begging, Dustin can't shut up.
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X: X-ray
Hunter is ripped, and everyone knows it from the way he fights. He's not afraid to show off his body, either, leaving little to the imagination.
Dustin, however, is a smaller build, and, though not always, typically hides under a layer or two of yellow shirts. He's always padded up in his motor gear, too, which leaves a lot to the imagination.
Hunter knows Dustin isn't lacking at all in muscle, though. As a ranger and as a civilian, Dustin can hold his own and look mighty fine doing it. He's full of lean muscle that Hunter loves to admire when they were alone.
AU: Trans!Dustin. That is all <3
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Thanks so much @regaliasonata <3 I love my boys!
#power rangers#power rangers ninja storm#dustin brooks#hunter bradley#smut prompts#fanfiction#mutuals
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della i'm sad and i wanna talk about knight steve so i offer u,
waking up really early and steve's just next to u waiting for u to wake up, cos let's face it he's a morning person/sociopath, and he's got this little glimmer in his eyes cos he's just so in love with u <3
I’m crying I just started it and it was so good then my phone shut off and I lost it lajdjendjdn 😭😭 I’m a whore for Sir Steve and commas so please bear with me
So it’s the three of you, Sir Steve, you, and squire Dustin. You’re on your journey away to wherever it is you’re going, probably to sir Eddie to perform the marriage in his kingdom that offered him sanctuary.
It was Dustin’s turn to keep watch the night before and as usual, Steve wakes up with the first sliver of the sun. So he sends Dustin to his tent and goes back to lay with you. Just admiring you, how soft and peaceful you look now that you get to rest. You’ve been so exhausted, so high strung the last few weeks on the run, he’s noticed it in the way your brow has taken a permanent furrow, your mouth taking a permanent frown. Both only broken for a moments rest, looking out at beautiful things ahead. Sparkling lakes, vibrant sunsets, the view of a swaying flower field from the side of a mountain. But his favorite look, his absolute favorite vision in all his days, is the way you look at him. The way your eyes fill with such adoration and your face just radiates joy when you get a moment alone. Even in a crowded tavern, people jostling against you every five seconds, in thick disguises. He pulls you closer, an arm firm around your waist, and plays up the act of a dashing knight, just for you. And the smile you give him is…heaven.
But that’s not what he’s seeing now, no, this is his other favorite thing to see. You completely at peace, lost in a dream, clearly a good one if your little lazy half smirk is anything to go by. And he just looks, and adores you. Tracing your eyebrow down to your cheekbone, pulling his hand away when he notices you stirring. You subconsciously let out a whimper at the loss of contact, one he wouldn’t have picked up on if he wasn’t so close to you. He moves closer and smooths his hand over your waist then up your back. Playing with the ends of your hair and pushing you closer.
He thinks he might cry looking at you. His only idea of love forged by the marriage of his parents was nothing to emulate he was sure, and the great romances he read of were something he thought he could only ever dream of. Never imagining it’d ever be something he’d really find, especially after taking his vow.
But you’re real, and you’re leaving your whole life behind for him, you’re his and he’s yours, and you love him and he loves you.
His sniffles are what wake you up. No tears but you notice an unusual shine to his waterline, only two short sniffs, loud enough to steal you from your dreams. But you’d argue this reality is better. Waking up to the birds singing from one side, the brook splashing from the other, and the love of your life looking at you like that. He presses his hand flat against your back between your shoulder blades, pulling you in even closer, gently rolling you both over so he’s hovering over you with a leg between yours to keep from crushing you. “I love you” and he says it so…reverently. You’re confused for just a second, not used to waking up to such a declaration, but that’d never stop you from saying it back. He kisses the space between your brows in hopes they’d relax which they always do.
Your thumbs run back and forth over his cheekbones, “I love you”
He lowers himself further into your touch, wishing he could stay there forever
#sorry but this really took a mind of its own#it’s way too long#ivy❤️#knight!steve#he’s in love with you#sir Steve#is so very whipped#the end almost got real smutty I’m so sorry#I’m too scared to write it
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Someone Filmed A Video Inside A Saudi-Owned LIV Golf Private Jet… And It Defies Imagination
Someone Filmed A Video Inside A Saudi-Owned LIV Golf Private Jet… And It Defies Imagination
There has been a video making rounds on social media. This video was allegedly filmed in a private jet owned exclusively by the LIV golf association.
In the video, you can see a number of golf players like Pat Perez, Brooks Koepka and Dustin Johnson.
Background
If you are a Golf fan, then you have probably heard about the controversies surrounding the golfing world at the moment.
There is an…
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'UNPREPARED'
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When Dustin saw the destruction of the Academy, his first thought was you. The grand building had been reduced to dirt, and there was no one in sight, only a large hole where the academy once towered and he would swear that his heart stopped beating.
As he ran down the banking, his eyes assessing the rubbled remains, his throat burned as he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Y/N!"
Tori and Shane helped him search for twenty minutes until Cam emerged from a hatch. Cam looked at Dustin solemnly when he argued that he wasn't finished searching.
"She's down here." He said.
Dustin knew from his tone that when he followed he would find what he wanted. Dustin stood outside the door for a few moments, before entering, sucking in a breath when he saw you on the bed.
He took a seat in the chair beside you where Cam had explained he used while trying to save your life. But his efforts were in vain - your injuries too severe.
Dustin took your hand gently, his eyes tearing up as he looked at you. "I shouldn't have left."
From what Cam had explained, you were helping evacuate students when Lothor struck. A wall collapsed and you pushed another student out of harms way and the wall had fallen on top of you.
You had sacrificed your life to protect someone else and Dustin regretted your argument that morning. You were always training and Dustin tried to convince you to take the morning off before classes, and you adamently stayed. You said he was too care free, neglecting his training and Dustin regretted storming off.
Shane entered the room after half an hour to check on Dustin, finding him crying and the newly appointed Red Ranger walked over to comfort his friend.
"I didn't say I love you this morning. I always say it, but today, I didn't..."
Shane put an arm around his shoulders, "She knew. Trust me, she knew."
Tori entered and joined the two, rubbing Dustin's back. The trio stayed like that for an hour, Tori trying to ease the heartache Dustin was going through by reminicing about memories you shared with them.
"I'm not ready." Dustin spoke up.
Tori knew what he meant. He wasn't ready to say goodbye to you. He wasn't ready to let you go.
But in the circumstances, he was being forced to - and he wasn't ready to never see you again. He never would be.
#dustin brooks#dustin brooks x reader#dustin brooks imagine#dustin brooks imagines#power rangers ninja storm#power rangers ninja storm imagine#power rangers ninja storm imagines
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Ranks (Dustin Brooks x reader)
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Request: @pezzbosch We like semi-sad fics here, so obviously Dustin trying to cheer his crush up when he notices something is wrong :)
Prompt/summary: Dustin notices his sparring partner is very upset
Word Count: 1,172
Authors note: I deviated slightly mostly because I’d been talking about writing this imagine idea for a while, I hope you don’t mind :)
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I couldn’t stand him.
The cocky headstrong Earth ninja somehow always got paired up with me for our sparring test.
No one understood why I hated him, but after years of studying and training as hard as I could, somehow I was always under his shadow. And for what? Because he was funny? Because he could light up a room? Because he was handsome and-
I’m stopping myself there.
Today is the day I waited for all term. Class ranks. If I made it into the top five then I could become a student teacher and start teaching the younger classes with Sensei. The listings would be posted after lunch so when I finished eating I rushed to the dojo to read off the list.
Earth Ninjas:
I scanned down the list searching for my name only to feel my heart drop.
5. Dustin Brooks
6. (Y/n) (Y/l/n)
I held back tears as I stomped down the path and to the gate of the academy. Maybe it was best I skipped training today, it wouldn’t affect anything anyways.
The gates opened allowing the late students entrance and I managed to slip out unnoticed.
At least unnoticed to most, the last person I wanted to see today somehow saw me leaving.
“(Y/n)? Where are you going? Class is about to start.”
I tightened my grip on my bag and quickened my pace.
“(Y/n)” Dustin yelled, running to catch up to me on the trail, “Yo we gotta head back. Sensei’s gonna be pissed if we miss our sparring test.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Come on I can’t do my test if my partners not there-”
I spun on my heel coming face to face with him, “Can you just leave me alone?”
Dustin stared at me wide eyed. I wiped the tears from my face as I turned back down the path.
“Wait, what are you upset about?” He called after me.
I sighed, “Nothing you should concern yourself with.”
Dustin jogged in front of me stopping me in my tracks, “You’re totally upset about something. You never miss class, ever.”
“Yeah but somehow I still scored lower than you,” I snapped. I winced at my tone.
“What are you talking about?”
I rolled my eyes, “Class ranks.”
“Dude,” Dustin laughed, “I didn’t even know people paid attention to those.”
“Well some do,” I snapped, how could he be laughing at this? “If I had stayed in the top five I would’ve had the chance to become a student teacher. Maybe even get the opportunity to teach at the academy after I graduated, but somehow you passed me and got a higher score. Now definitely won’t get to.”
I shoved past him to continue down the trail.
“Woah woah woah, what are you saying? I somehow got fifth place?”
I nodded, wiping another tear from my face as I kept walking.
“How's that possible?” He said, “You totally kicked my butt last week during our spar.”
“You tell me.” I sniffled.
“Listen I’m sorry I ruined your master plan for graduation, but I honestly don’t even know how I scored high.”
I rolled my eyes.
Once again Dustin jogged in front of me to stop me, “Maybe if you talked a little more instead of just taking directions or something-”
“I don’t even wanna hear it Dustin! I put so much time and effort into studying for you to pass me even though you almost never show up! It’s so not fair.”
Dustin winced at my outburst backing up a few steps, “Maybe if we just head back and talk to Sensei-”
“Sensei is the one who makes the class ranks Dustin, I doubt he made a mistake. People just seem to like you more with your funny little jokes and your cute smirk-”
“Cute?”
I huffed, “Please just let me head home. Go do your stupid sparring test without me.”
“Kinda can’t, you’re my partner,” he said.
I growled feeling an ache start to form in my head from trying to stop myself from crying. I wasn’t sure how it happened, but with a throw of my arms the ground seemed to do my bidding. Dustin yelped as he was sunk into the ground up to his waist.
“Hey, watch the suit!”
I rolled my eyes before extending a hand out to him to help him out of the ground.
“Dude, you seriously got skills.”
“Maybe it's because I show up to classes and study,” I said, I swiped at the dirt that covered his uniform, the same black and yellow robes that I wore.
Dustin grabbed the bag that had fallen off my arm to the ground and started back up the path, “And you won’t get any higher in rank if you don’t come take the test!”
I rolled my eyes, “Fine. But you’re going down.”
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I took a deep breath pulling the hood over my head and face, the warmth of my breath making my cheeks warm against the fabric.
Sensei stood to the side of the mat as Dustin and I faced each other to bow.
“Begin.”
I had to say, Dustin was a good fighter. But he focused too much on strength and never enough on skill or speed.
Dodging his punches and jabs were easy but when he did hit he hit hard. A quick uppercut to my stomach left me breathless and not in the sappy romantic way. I managed to grab his arm and twisted it around flipping him onto his back, he swiped at my feet but like I did earlier I threw my arm down towards the earth and disappeared into the ground below us.
Dustin looked around confused as I popped up behind him taking his feet out from under him and pinning his chest to the ground.
“Well done,” we heard Sensei say. I helped Dustin to his feet before we bowed to each other then to our Sensei.
“I must say you two are quite the duo, perhaps a duo that can be beneficial to the younger student joining the academy,” he smiled.
“You want us to teach?” Dustin asked.
Sensei nodded, “Starting next week you will help the newest students learn the basics of the Wind Ninja Academy. I look forward to seeing your progress.”
He bowed to us once again and we returned the favor before turning back to one another.
“You did it!” Dustin cheered, giving me a high five.
“I thought he only took the top five students?” I questioned.
He shrugged, “Maybe it’s not based on rank.”
I shrugged, “So, what are you thinking about doing on Monday?’
“Nothing other than work,” he said, “What are you thinking?”
“We need to prepare for our first class,” I smiled.
“Like a date?” he smirked.
I shrugged, “Only if you want it to be.”
“Oh then it definitely can be,” he smiled.
He threw an arm around my shoulder walking back down the path we had earlier, only this time it was all smiles.
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Overprotective - Tori Hanson x Sister!Reader - Power Rangers Ninja Storm
Request: Hi! Could I request a Tori (ninja storm) x sister reader where Tori and reader are rangers, but Tori is protective (constantly getting in the way of hits aimed at reader) and, in the last fight of the season, reader is the only ranger standing, and her helmet gets knocked off by lothor, but reader defeats him and Tori sees reader can take care of herself?
The moment you became a Power Ranger alongside your sister, she became even more protective than before. Any hit aimed at you, she would get in the way of, any potential person you wanted to date, she was sending them away, any time you wanted to fight alone, Tori was there.
She was worse than when the two of you shared classes back in school. Of course, now the two of you didn’t, she wasn’t there to stop you from talking to people in said classes, only outside them. They gave her a bad feeling, she said.
Tori kept up this overprotective nature until the bitter end.
That meant when it was the final battle against Lothor, Tori was still trying to protect you.
It was only when all the other Power Rangers besides you were down that Tori realised you were the last Ranger standing. The last Ranger not demorphed and powerless.
“Y/n!” Tori called out, wishing she could do something as she watched you and Lothor go at it.
A well-directed hit had your shattered helmet landing at her feet, panic racing through her until she saw it was only your helmet, and not your head.
“Your reign of evil is over, Lothor.” You growled, knowing the scroll said that it would be the chosen three who would take Lothor down permanently.
You just had to buy time for Shane, Dustin and Tori to sort themselves out. You had to buy time so Tori would focus on stopping Lothor and not protecting you.
You let out a yell as you charged, dodging Lothor’s attacks as he left himself open.
“Guys, we gotta go!” Dustin shouted, gesturing to get up as you fought Lothor closer to the abyss opening.
You let out a breath as Tori, Dustin and Shane blasted a tri-attack of their ninja powers at Lothor, sending him into the abyss.
“What took you guys so long?” You exclaimed, letting out a groan as Tori tackled you into a hug, her hand on your cheek as she grinned.
“I guess you can take care of yourself after all!” Tori concluded, making you stick out your tongue.
“Took you long enough to realise, you goof!” You retorted, letting out a gasp as Dustin pulled you into a headlock that had Tori glaring at him. That was until a well-aimed elbow to his ribs dislodged him and sent him to the ground.
“Damn!”
A laugh escaped your lips at everyone’s reactions as the four of you walked over to where Blake, Hunter and Cam were standing.
#power rangers x reader#power rangers imagine#power rangers#power rangers ninja storm#tori hanson x reader#tori hanson#power rangers ninja storm x reader#power rangers ninja storm imagine#tori hanson imagine#tori hanson x sister!reader#shane clarke#dustin brooks
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All About Me!: My Remarkable Life in Show Business
Mel Brooks is the last comic in the world you can imagine wanting to be Hamlet – although, of course, that role is just another way of getting all the attention. He did play a Shakespearean actor in a 1983 remake of Ernst Lubitsch’s comedy To Be Or Not to Be, but otherwise the Danish you’re most likely to associate with Brooks is the kind you buy in a deli. Now 95, the comedian, screenwriter and director of such beloved spoofs as Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein and Silent Movie has written his autobiography. As the title might suggest, All About Me! is very much the work of the man who, as a young Jewish comic in the Borscht Belt resorts, got his break as a “pool tummler” (Yiddish for “entertainer”), his job to keep the guests happy and alert, and stop them falling asleep round the swimming pool.
Born Melvin Kaminsky, Brooks grew up in working-class Brooklyn, the youngest of four brothers, whose father died when he was two. There’s a priceless opening shtick about seeing Frankenstein as a boy, and worrying that the monster would get him; his mother reassured him that it would have to schlep all the way from Transylvania, find its way to get to South Third Street, then probably eat the Rothsteins downstairs first. The other childhood stuff is fairly mundane: memories of uncle Lee and religious fanatic Louie from Minsk, “clotheslines full of wet wash” and tributes to his mother, “a true heroine”.
Once Brooks enters showbiz, the period he devotes most attention to (45 pages, 15 more than his best-loved film, The Producers) is his long spell writing for TV comic Sid Caesar, an experience that comes across as both the dream and the nightmare of his existence, as traumatic as his wartime service clearing landmines. It was a joyful, frenzied, hugely stressful period that brought on anxiety attacks – not surprisingly, given Caesar’s volatility: he once held Brooks out of a window by his belt.
Despite the ensuing therapy, Brooks seems to have little self-awareness when it comes to his own behaviour: like the two occasions when he menaced a colleague into handing over everything in his pockets, the second time making him wade waist-deep in Central Park Lake. Brooks was simply one of life’s “wild beasts”, he says, but doesn’t look further into why certain clowns might have a touch of the sociopath, or just be a pain in the tuchus.
He’s good at remembering where jokes came from – like the 48th St impresario drying his underwear, a model for the flamboyantly squalid Max Bialystock in The Producers – but heavy weather when recalling gags and routines: “Nobody knew what was happening but it was absolutely hilarious”… “I don’t know how I held it together”… This is a book that is constantly corpsing. He’s not so hot at theorising, either: he became a clown for the time-honoured reason that “you don’t hit the kid that makes you laugh”; New York humour has “a certain intensity and a certain pulse”; and, bottom line, “Inept idiots will always be fun”. If you were Bialystock, you’d say: “OK kid, what else ya got?”
Not enough, alas, to make this an essential read. Among the minute recollections of each of his movies, there’s the odd morsel you may not have known (the deranged Nazi in The Producers was nearly played by Dustin Hoffman); but strangely, he leaves out the most outlandish story about Blazing Saddles, that screen siren Hedy Lamarr sued over her name being taken in vain, with its villain Hedley Lamarr. Nor is this the most revealing treasury of brushes with greatness: he recalls a joke shared with Bob Hope (“We both laughed. Life is funny”), advice and compliments from Alfred Hitchcock, walks with Caesar show colleague Woody Allen (“entertaining chatter”).
As for personal life, Brooks refers in passing to the end of his first marriage, with no mention of his first wife, Florence Baum. There are tender recollections of his long marriage to actor Anne Bancroft, but also an uncomfortable moment, more telling than intended: when Bancroft was having trouble rehearsing a scene, he told her: “You know what’s even harder? Writing!” When Bancroft died, Brooks says, “For a long time, I was inconsolable”, but then collaborators “pulled me out of my abyss of despair and we went to work on our next musical together” – a bizarre evasion of an emotional landmine, and perhaps the book’s most poignant moment.
Unless you’re a Brooks obsessive, or aching for a couple of transcripts of his very droll The 2000 Year Old Man ad libs with Carl Reiner, this is not the most gratifying read. Go back to his best movies instead: they’re sometimes uncomfortably dated, in places as creaky as Brooks’s knees must be. But you’d have to be Hedy Lamarr not to find them funny.
All About Me!: My Remarkable Life in Show Business by Mel Brooks is published by Century.
📷 Photo above: Brooks with his second wife, the actress Anne Bancroft.
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Name: Waldo “Dustin” Brooks / Yellow Ninja Storm Ranger
Trainer Card Number: 499
Gender: Male
Series Of Origin: Power Rangers Ninja Storm
Type Specialty: Grass / Normal
Delcatty: Power Sphere 05: Leo Laser
Starmie: Power Sphere 14: Star Blazer
Ferrothorn: Dustin works at a bike shop so I imagine he has some mechanical knowledge also it would fit his aesthetic more than something like Klinklang
Gogoat: Gogoat is based on a motorcycle and Dustin is a motocross racer also the Power Sphere 02: Ram Hammer
Chesnaught: So Chesnaught knows wood hammer, and Dustin’s main weapon is a hammer so this is as close as I can get
Pyroar: I mean, he’s literally based on a Lion
#dustin brooks#power rangers#power rangers ninja storm#ninja storm#delcatty#pokémon#pokemon#starmie#ferrothorn#gogoat#chesnaught#pyroar
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chapter 2 things in common
chapter 2 of my new stranger things/billy Hargrove x reader series
summary: The new kid on the block billy Hargrove, the two baddest kids in Hawkins catch each other eyes, billy realises he might not want to just f**** and chuck Y/N and some serious tension between the two
warnings: flirting/smut, swearing and actions some people may not agree with - mentions of abuse and drugs
Drink driving - do not do
(I do not condone any behaviours)
read to find out more
(sorry to skip a few) a few weeks into the story - you and billy had started to get to know each other a little more, both of you didn't really want a relationship, well that's what you told yourselves anyway. You and Harrington had made up after your summer fling, you both decided you were better as friends after he had told you about him getting closer to one of the kids in your neighbourhood you babysat, dustin - demegorg story (will go into detail in a few chapters later)
You and billy had made your way to some cliffs in Hawkins and made yourselves comfy in Billys camaro watching over the cliffs as the sun sets, you had been talking for hours and hours. The past few weeks billy has been your getaway when things got rough and him to you, with neither of you really going into detail about what, you just clicked together like a missing puzzle piece.
after a few hours you set off back to your house and billy spoke:
“ I like you, first girl in this sh** hole that hasn't fell at my feet or will do or say anything to please me” billy uttered to you as he placed one arm over the chair behind your head.
“that sure of yourself hey Hargrove?” you laughed as you pulled up outside your house and looked into his eyes, you noticed your dad had just arrived back to the house in his sheriffs car, you tried your best to avoid eye contact with him. you hadn't gone into much detail about who your dad was or what he did, didn't want to scare the poor boy off.
“dads the sheriff huh? best stay clear then” billy laughed as he removed his arm from the back of the chair.
“the sh*****t one going, so you don't need to worry a pretty hair on your head” I claimed
Billy looked at you a little concerned to the tone of how you spoke about your dad and asked “not so keen on your old man I've gathered?”
before you knew it, words just started to blurt out, you felt comfortable with billy and you had an inkling he would have a very similar response.
“to be honest, he's not much of a great old man, really needs to search the word dad up in the dictionary”
Billy looked a little confused at first, but could link two and two when it came to dysfunctional relationships and he spoke gently “you know, I know what you mean with the not so good on the daddy department, but you know Y/N if you ever need anything, my blue little Camaro is only a block away”
You giggled at billy, he always knew what to say to make you drift out of those depressing episodes, you lent over and gave him a peck, your lips touching slightly, you both had craved just that little bit of touch for a few weeks, but you'd never want to admit it. You both just looked dat each other, taking it no further and you replied:
“ thanks billy, you know I really do appreciate it, not so mr tough guy after all huh?” you smiled as you stepped out the car giving billy a quick wave as you headed towards your house.
You entered your house to then be bombarded with questions and a drunk dad raising his hand to the right of your head, slamming the door shut, he shouted
“ who the f**k was that you little sl*t”
“ nn.. no.. no one dad” you said whimpering as you tried to move away, he pushed you against the door and held you by the throat and shouting again, spitting in your face;
“don't you lie to me you wh**e, I saw you with that piece of trash from round the block, you know I've had one or two complaints from his house, I should of known you'd be involved with him, huh so what is it? hmm..” he pressed on to you, getting right into your face as you had tears coming to your eyes, you had officially had enough of the sh**, your dad continued to hound you “ ANSWER ME you cu*t” he shouted one more time, breaking his glass bottle and catching your arm with it, trying to teach your a lesson, your neck has started to bruise a little from the pressure of his hands. Then that was it, it just released, you scream in which it pushed him back into the sofa, like a wave of Ange and power forcing him off you, and screamed “ I said, get the hell off me” ..
you ran to your room, locking the for behind you, you went to your wardrobe , finding anything you could to put in a bag and on, you couldn't stay there any longer than you had to. You fixed yourself up, tried to hide the bruising and cuts but you were chugging down the vodka you had in your room so you really couldn't tell what the hell you was doing. you knew where you were heading and that was heathers party.
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As much as you ached, you looked sexy and you knew it, you would of took the jacket off but then people would see the cuts and bruises. You jumped out your window and headed towards your car, where you couldn't even function the key fob you were that pissed. The engine started and let’s say, its a good job you were the sheriffs daughter because that driving was not road legal.
You arrived at heathers, you jumped out your car which you attempted to park, in which you failed miserably. Making your way through the crowd, stumbling a little you spotted him, that's right, Billy Hargrove with his left arm raised and leaning right over Tammy’s head, most likely flirting. you locked eyes straight away and he could tell you were pissed at him, you rolled your eyes and stormed off to find Steve. Steve was leaning against the kitchen island and you slurred to him “hey babe, fancy pouring me a drink” as you lent your arm over his shoulders, Steve hesitant at first as he could tell you were drunk but then he gave in as you gave him your famous puppy dog eyes that no one could every day no to. You and billy liked to play games with each other, that was your thing, at least sober you could handle it or at least pretend to handle it, you played each other and tried to make the other jealous. It sure as hell had worked, you knew you were starting to fall for him, but you could never admit it to yourself. Both of you were so alike, but you would never admit that.
‘ songs playing next are - rock you like a hurricane scorpions - no one like you by scorpions and running up that hill Kate bush’
Billy saw you dancing with Steve, so he then grabbed Tammy by the waist and started dancing with her, slightly grinding at her waist. He knew this would send you over the edge with him, but he just wanted you to come over and admit that to him. You were going to flip, until you knew exactly what to do to piss him off, there was one thing billy and you had done together and he knew how you were when you were on drugs, flirtatious, forward and completely let loose. you headed towards Tommy who you knew would be right near billy so he could overhear you.
“hey Tommy, you want to do a bag?” you stumbled towards Tommy, leaning against him with your hands on his shoulders. Tommy looked straight at billy, those two weren't on the greatest terms at the moment so he obliged with Y/N request. Tommy placed his c*ke onto his finger in which you sniffed in one, billy was furious and stormed over to the kitchen. The c*ke had hit and you were completely in a haze, now for phase two of pissing billy off, no care in the world you got up onto the pole stand in heathers living room, her mum did pole so everyone loved her for that. You started to dance seductively on the pole, more eyes heading your way as you started to tease and take off your jacket, not realising you still had the cuts and bruises.
No one like you scorpions playing:
There's no one like you
I can't wait for the nights with you
I imagine the things we'll do
I just want to be loved by you
Billy’s POV:
you had had it, Y/N was up to her usual tricks tonight, you wish shed had just come up to you when she saw you with Tammy, if only she knew what you were talking about. No flirting involved, but typical Y/N jumping to conclusions yet again.
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soon as Y/N asked Tommy for a bag you knew you had to watch her every move, only you two together had experienced that, the free emotions and movements you had with each other, the way you felt with each other, it was only meant for you two. Billy had turned to find Y/N dancing on the pole in the living room, his blood started to boil as he watched her start to tease he had to do something, he realised there was blood on her arm, he paced over straight away, dragging her outside before anyone else could see. This was his girl and no way in hell would he let anyone take advantage of her.
Y/N POV:
“I swear to god billy, get your f*c*ing hands off me” you screamed as billy dragged you by the arm to the outside porch. billy faced to turn you, his veins popping out his head when he gets angry and shouted
“im not fu*c*ing letting go until you tell me what the f*ck you are playing at, first dancing with Harrington, then sniffing and don't get me started on the pole.. and lastly you wanna explain these cuts on your arm?”
“why do you care hargrove huh? you basically were in Tammy hem brooks fu*c*ing pants early, go back and fu*k her, but thank you for noticing and pretending to care about my welfare” you hiccuped as you tried to walk down the porch. Billy chased after you and shouting right back
“no I fuc*ing wasn't, if you actually had come up to me instead of playing easy with Steve, you'd of found I was turning her down because of you”
You harshly turned round to face him, without wanting to throw up with how fast you spun around and said “ don't you dare call me easy and two sorry to ruin your whoring, make sure you go apologise to Tammy for me, sorry I'm not one of these girls billy that jumps straight into your bed at the drop of a hat”
the screaming and shouting carried on for a few minutes, you ended up screaming right at billy, unknowingly letting loose of some of your powers again, some of the street lights shattered: you had made a larger crack in the gate to the upside down. Billy placed his hand on your throat in which he instantly regretted and you said “get your hands off me now billy, don't you ever touch me like that again I swear to god” billy shook at what he just witnessed and two the fact he had done something he never thought he would do and that was raise a hand to someone he loves.
“you ever raise a hand to me like that again billy and you are dead to me, you got it” you moved your body away, your eyes tearing up. Tears streamed out of his eyes and anger hit when he restored his eyes back to the cuts and bruises,
“ who the fu*k did that to you Y/N?” he questioned with worry, billy had told you about his dad Neil and what he did to billy, you had never really let on about your dad because you tried to be there for him as much as possible without going into your own problems.
“ not the only one with an abusive dad now are you billy” you sarcastically replied. Billy tried to ignore the sarcasm and instantly felt concerned and worried for Y/N safety.
“I will kill him Y/N and the lights, what the f*ck happened there?”
“don't pretend you care billy please, I don't need you lying to me, if all you was is to get me into bed then you can f*ck right off” I stormed off
“ i’m not lying Y/N, ffs why don't you believe me?” he chased after you
“then why billy huh? why do you care?” you questioned laughing as you walked off
“because I fu*c*ing love you Y/N god dammit” and there it was, billy had finally let loose of his feelings for the first time in his life since his mother left. You both paused and looked each other in the eyes, the arguing had sobered you up a little and you realised what he had said.
“I love you billy”
You both jumped at each other passionately, leaping into one another arms and you touched lips, wrapping your legs around his waist, not leaning the kiss. You both had made your way to your car, rustling about to find your keys and open the door. You made yourselves comfy in the back seats, taking off each others clothes, all billy could could do was stare and admire your body, tracing his finger tips over the scars all the way down your belly. He then placed kissed from your breasts to the lining on your panties. You let out a moan in which sent shivers down billy’s spine at the thought of pleasing you.
“you like that princess?” billy asked, kissing and licking your lining as he looked you straight in the eyes, all you could do was moan his name and plead for more
“yesss billy, uhh please”
“please what princess, huh? what do you want from me” billy muttered, his head between your thighs, placing kisses along the slit of your parts, gently edging his tongue to your clit.
“fu*k billy, fu*k me please” you pleaded with him, edging your head up to push him on the other side of the seat, placing yourself between his legs for a change, kissing his torso: training scratch marks down his belly with your fingernails, this man was yours and you were going to make sure he and everyone knew it. Billy was loving every second, you placed your mouth on the tip of his cock edging your tongue out and swirling it around the tip driving him wild. He grabbed your hair with his hand and tugged your head bag with dominance and said
“don't play with me baby” billy smiled, biting his lip
“or what huh, what you going to do to me” I played on the words. After that billy pulled you up onto his lap, placing you on his bulge and pressing his body into yours ready in position. “
you sure you wanna do this baby? its not your first time is it?” billy asked, searching for a condom in his wallet, you placed your hands on his cheek and gave him a soft kiss and muttered
“more than ready billy and no its not my first, does that bother you?” you asked, billy smiled and kissed your forehead and claimed
“nothing you do would ever bother me, besides I like a woman with a little experience”
you smiled at each other, then both ready he edge his tip slightly into your core, soaking wet you Mae his access a little easier with how tight you were around him. “f*ck Y/N, ride me baby, show me I'm yours” billy moaned into your ear, every motion edging him further. You continued to ride him, picking up your pace, getting a little rough you made scratches on his chest and placed your hand on his throat, choking him a little as you neared your peak. Billy gave you a smirk as you choked him as he grabbed your ass and clenched it as he starting pumping his cum into you. both reaching your climax you both panted into each others necks slowly releasing from each other.
“ I meant what I said you know” billy spoke softly, holding your chin upwards to face him, “I love you Y/N Johnson”
you gave him a kiss in which you replied “and I love you billy hargrove”
#strangerthingsimagine#strangerthingsfanfic#stranger#things#billy hargove x reader#smut#billy hargrove smut#billy hargrove imagine#dacre montgomery x reader#fanfic#stranger things fandom
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Crashing Down
(steve harrington x hopper!reader)
Guys, I'm super emotional… this- is the last part to the fic. But more importantly this chapter is what the whole fic was written around. It's insane. Well more so like the very ending of it. But I'm so happy that this happened and I finally wrote my first fic ever. I just can't believe it. Thank you to everyone who read this and continued to support me through this. A special thanks to @harringtown who literally always has my back and was helping me out with this. I think i might write another fic one day but in all honesty who knows. It's freakin hard idk how Brooke spits these suckers out almost every day??? But who knows maybe i'll be more original next time and not have a full fledged slow burn fic.. Anyways love you guys! Xx ps its finally (steve x reader) !!!!
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Warnings: cursing, death, fluff, angst, super hella sadness, all the good stuff. And season 3 spoilers ig
Part 9/9
Word count: 3.7k (THIS IS INSANE??)
Summary: Sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world just comes crashing down, but it’s a good thing that you have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.
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You squirmed out of Steve’s arms and ran to your dad, El limping close behind you pulled him into a big hug. Even though the last time you saw him was a few days ago, now was not the time for full fledged reunions you had to figure out what you guys were going to do to beat this thing.
As everyone was explaining their part of what had been going on over the last couple of days, you took your place under Steve’s arm. You watched as Jim gave Eleven the extra care she needed in that moment, making your lips curl up at the corners.
“But instead of, like, screws and metal, the Mind Flayer made its weapon with melted people.” Steve said trying to make sense of everything he was being told
“Yeah, and it was fucking terrifying.” you say remembering what happened at the hospital yesterday.
“Yeah, okay I’m just makin’ sure”
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Hopping up on the counter next to Steve, you watched everyone scramble around trying to make last minute preparations before, Joyce, Murray and your dad headed down into the Russian bunker. You look at Steve’s face and how messed up it is and then look back at your father, hoping nothing too bad would happen to him down there.
Steve notice how deep in thought you were,
“Don’t hurt yourself, thinking to hard over there Hop.” he said trying to make light of a situation
You laughed slightly, still letting your mind wander in and out of focus.
“You okay?” he asked moving across the counter to be a little closer to you
“Yeah just thinking. A lot of things could go wrong, just nervous I guess.”
He nods his head in agreement, “But this is your dad we're talking about, he’ll be just fine.”
You overhear Dustin telling Hopper that they need a head start and a car to get to the highest point in Hawkins. He turns and waves Steve over, Steve gives you a pat on the knee before jumping off the counter and heading over to him. After telling Steve what he needed to do, he hollered out your name meaning you were needed.
Steve met you in the middle causing you to stop, he pulled you into a hug while telling you that he was in charge of taking Dustin and Erica to some radio tower.
“For the love of God, please be safe. It’s bad enough you’ve already been fucked up by the Russians, I really need you back in one piece.” you say to him pulling him just a little closer
“Oh you don’t have to worry about me, it’s you I'm worried about.”
You took a deep breath in before pulling away. You looked up into Steve’s eyes and placed a hand on his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb before walking over to your dad.
“I was summoned.” you say marching up to and standing next to your dad
“C’mere,” he said, pulling you into his side, “I need you to keep a really close eye on El for me, okay?”
“Of course dad.”
“This thing is after her, so you guys are going to Murray’s house, so you guys can stay safe, protected and off the radar until this is all over.”
“Alright.” is all you can muster out before he pulls you into a lung crushing hug.
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You climb into the backseat of the Wheeler’s family car before Will and Lucas, leaving El, Mike and Max in the very back of the car. Nancy tries cranking the car but the engine just won’t start. Jonathan gets out to look, and says that there's a part missing, and it doesn’t make any sense. But all thoughts are put aside when you hear the sound of a very loud and familiar engine revving up.
“Get out, get out the car now” you say rather loudly nudging at Lucas’s side.
You all get out of the car and head back into the mall where you would be a little bit safer.
After you get inside Mike instantly pulls out his walkie and starts sending out a code for ‘Scoops Troop’. You're standing next to El with your arm wrapped around her shoulder rubbing up and down her arm in an attempt to keep her calm.
You see Jonathan, Nancy, Will and Max all walk over to the car that El had flipped over onto the Russian’s earlier that evening. You call Mike and follow in pursuit, climbing over the counter and behind the car to try and flip it over. You even let Eleven try to slip it over with her powers but it’s no use, but suddenly a bell goes off in your head. The same bell apparently goes off in Mike’s head because almost as if you were reading each others minds.
“Physics.” you both say in unison.
You flip the car over with the use of leverage and Jonathan begins his search for the ignition cable.
Max was the one to notice El digging through the trash, you were the first to walk over to her and Mike was the one to call out to her. You were asking if she was okay and telling her that she needed to save her energy when none other than the Mind Flayer comes crashing down into the mall.
“Fucking hell..”
You grab hold of Eleven’s hand and pull her away and out of sight.
The four of you are hidden behind some sort of stand in the middle of the mall when Dustin comes over the walkie talkie telling you all to confirm your safety, but the Mind Flayer wasn’t having any of it. It let out one of the loudest screeches you had ever heard, you hadn’t been that close to it before. Tears formed in your eyes from the pain and from fear.
“We’ve gotta move.” you whisper to Mike
“There’s a way to get out, through The Gap.” El whispers back
Mike peeks his head up to see where the Mind Flayer is and is looking,
“Okay, okay. Now.” he said, grabbing El’s hand making a break for it, but of course not without making some fort of ruckus making the Mind Flayer turn and charge. Luckily you push them behind a clothing display just before it makes it to where the items had fallen,
You put your index finger to your lips signaling for them to be extremely quiet before you covered your mouth with your entire hand, attempting to silence your heave breathing. Looking at the three teens you motioned for them to crawl over behind the checkout counter in case it was just playing games, not wanting to risk anything. Though moving to this new spot didn’t help too much because you heard to your left the nasty sound of what you could only imagine was the flesh moving around.
As you turned and looked to your left you could confirm what you had heard, seeing the flesh like claw coming around the corner to snap at you. There was a loud popping noise, that sounded a lot like a balloon that caused a distraction making the claw retreat now redirecting its attention to the new sound.
“Go, go go.” you said to the kids and you got up making a mad dash towards the exit.
You run out the back door and towards the gate that allows delivery trucks in and out trying to catch up with Nancy and the others. But as you make it just outside the gate you see Flayed Billy standing behind his car. You make the kids turn around and go back inside the mall in hopes that Billy didn’t see you, but you wouldn't go unnoticed especially since you had to go back and press the close gate button a second time because it didn’t work the first time.
You run down a few different hallways trying to find another way out, whether that be up or down. So you pulled off into a side room where an elevator was, and mike pressed the button a few times. You really thought you had lost Billy at this point so you were good to take a little breather, until you heard the opening and shutting of a heavy metal door.
Max was the one to round the corner and see who it was,
“Billy. Billy, you don’t have to do this. Billy. Your name is Billy, Billy Hargrove, you live on 4819 Cherry Lane. Billy please, I’m Max, I’m your-” was all you heard before the monster backhanded her out of consciousness. Mike was the first to lunge at him, but instantly got thrown against the wall and was also knocked unconscious. That left you and El, you take your stand in front of your sister and attempt to throw a punch at him, You successfully hit him in the jaw,
“You’re gonna regret that you little bitch” he says as he grabs you by the arm and twists until you’re facing away from him and he slams your head into the wall, everything goes black
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You wake up, what seems to be like hours later, seeing both Max and Mike still unconscious on the ground. You sit up, head pounding and your wrist and shoulder in excruciating pain. You crawl over to Max and get her to wake up, and when she does, she yells at Mike to get up.
“Are you guys okay?” you ask them. The both shake their heads, but then begin looking around the small room.
“Where’s El?” Mike asks.
The three of you run around in a panicked state of mind calling out for her hoping she had fucked Billy up and ran for help, but the more you looked the less hopeful you felt. You ran back down what you thought were the same hallways from earlier, but with your new concussion you weren’t so sure anymore.
You looked down to the ground and saw drops of blood and some sort of black stuff.
“Guys, look.” you say pointing down the hallway where the trail of blood led.
After some time you finally manage to make your way to the main part of the mall. You pulled yourself to a complete stop, sticking your arm out to stop Mike and Max from continuing on any further. El was on the floor talking to Billy.
You watched with wide eyes as Billy stood up in a protective stance over El. He stood there and stared at his creator, the thing that had destroyed him. Millions of memories flashed before his eyes as the fleshy tentacle that was supposed to kill your sister, shot out towards him. He stuck his arms out to stop it, to sacrifice himself.
You watched in pure shock as tentacles pierced into his sides and back, grabbing hold of him, hoisting him up. It all happened in slow motion, as if the universe was trying to torture you in some way. You watched as that thing took your Billy Hargrove and pierced into his chest.
“Billy!” you and Max screamed one after another
You choked up a sob as you took off running over to him, Max close behind. You slammed your knees into the ground as you grabbed Billy’s shoulders and shook them trying to keep him awake.
“Billy, Billy. Stay with me. Billy?”
His eyes fluttered open for a split second, this was the last time that he’d see your beautiful face.
“Hey, hey, hey, I need you to stay with me. Baby I can’t lose you. Please, baby please.”
He somehow managed to get an ‘I’m sorry’ out but you didn’t care he didn’t need to be apologizing right now, but that was the only thing he said before his whole body went limp. You continued to shake his shoulders, in disbelief that this was happening and that if you kept him awake long enough he would be okay.
“Billy, no please, Billy.” it suddenly feels like you can’t breath but the only thing you can do is yell. You’re choking out sobs as you strain your voice yelling out his name.
Steve makes it down to the second floor as quickly as he can and is behind you in seconds. He puts his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to pull you away and into his arms but you turn and yell at him.
“No! Stop it! Don’t let them touch him! Billy! Billy!” Each phrase is spoken with more sobs. You finally collapse into Steve’s arms, shaking violently with each cry.
All you can seem to say at this point was Billy’s name. Steve leads you to a paramedic and says that he’ll meet you outside, turning around and running back inside. You along with all of the others are checked over and are cleared to go home after sitting in ambulances for a while.
After Steve is checked, he walks over to you, Max and El and takes a seat next to you. The two are in a very tight hug, your sister is doing her best at comforting Max in this time of loss. You sit in silence, not having enough energy or emotion to talk. Steve wraps his arms around you with his blanket and pulls you into a tight embrace. You mellow out your breathing until you realize that you haven’t seen Murray, Joyce or your dad anywhere.
In a panic you release from Steve’s grip and grab your sister’s hand leading her to stand up. The two of you spend a few minutes looking around for them with no luck, suddenly you spot Joyce. No sign of Hopper, you notice that El see’s her too and looks to you confused as to why dad wasn't with her. But then she realizes, you know it too, dad didn’t make it.
Eleven turns into your arms and lets all of her tears out, and just when you think you don’t have any tears left to cry, all of your tears fall on top of her head. She lets out one scream and that’s it, the rest are sobs. You cradle her head, holding onto her and not letting go.
Both Joyce and Steve offer to take both you and El in for the night, seeing as how the cabin had been destroyed earlier that night and Hop wasn’t there to take you in for some extra loving. Of course you spent the next couple of weeks staying the night at the Byers’ house. But after a while it started to get a little too cramped so while El stayed with Joyce while you stayed with Steve. Most days were the same, super hard and emotional. But other days, you would be taking a few steps forward to recovery. It wasn’t easy, and it wasn't ever going to get easier, but you at least had the right people in your life to help you out.
>3 months later<
Over the last three months things have gotten better, you spent lots of time with Max and Eleven. Making sure that they’re both okay and that they know that they are both very loved. Your dad always told Joyce that if anything were to ever happen to him, that if she was up for it, to take care of El. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you to take care of her, he just knew that it would be a lot for you at such a young age.
Joyce took her in with open arms, and even offered a room to you when she mentioned that they would be moving to Maine. You declined, only because Steve couldn't handle all the kids by himself. Steve’s mom even offered to let you stay in their guest room until you and Steve could get your own place, you had only been talking about it since you were 11. The two of you still planned on doing that, but with being unemployed at the moment it was kinda hard to have money to pay rent.
Today was the final day of packing up the Byers house. You had planned on being there but got pulled into a last minute job interview at Family Video with Robin and Steve. But as soon as you were done there, you were heading over to say your goodbyes. It was a hard day and you were trying not to think about it.
Good news: the three of you start work on Monday. Bad news: it was time for the Byers to leave.
As you and Steve pulled up it looked like they had just put the last box in the moving truck. You hopped out of the car and jogged up to the door right as Joyce was coming out with a box for you to take home.
“What’s this?” you ask, taking the box from her
“Just a couple of Hop’s things, I thought you'd might want them.”
You sat the box down on the front porch and pulled her in for a hug, “Thank you, for everything. For the stuff and for basically being my mom and for taking El in. It means a lot to me.” A few tears escaped from your eyes.
As everyone was saying their final goodbyes you pulled El in for one final hug.
“You don’t have to go, you know..” you say in a half joking manner. “you could stay here with me, get our own place or fix up the cabin. He did it before.”
All she does is chuckle lightly and buries her face deeper into your chest.
“I'm really gonna miss you, kid” you say quoting something your dad would say, “but I’ll see you soon. I think we’re all coming up for Thanksgiving next month and then Christmas is right after that.”
“I know” she said quietly, “I love you, Y/N”
“I love you too El.” you pulled away from the hug and locked pinkies with her and kissed your own hands. Giving each other a small smile before moving on to the others.
“You have Steve’s number right?” you asked before pulling her into one last hug. She nodded her head as she pulled you closer for one last squeeze before climbing into the passenger seat of the moving truck. You shut the door behind her patted the door and just like that they were gone. The kids all ride their bikes back to their designated homes and you and Steve climbed back into his car to head home too.
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As Steve puts his car into park he shifts a little in his seat, you don’t notice because you're looking down at your hands with tears rolling down your cheeks.
“I know today’s kind of a hard day for you, but I have something that might make you feel a little bit better.” he says running a hand through his hair.
He reached behind you into the back seat and pulled out a flat velvet box, you give him a curious look,
“Max and I, we talked about this for a really long time and she really wanted you to have this.” he says handing you the box.
You open it and your eyes fill with more tears as your hands drop to your lap and your head hung forward. Inside the box was Billy’s Virgin Mary necklace. It had been polished and shined and cleaned and it looked better than ever. You set the box to the side and you wrap your arms around Steve and give him a hug. After you pull away you pick up the box again and look down at it.
“I miss him Steve,” you say resting your head on his shoulder.
“I know you do.” he said as he wraps his arm around you
You sit up and look at him and he's looking back at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you think it’s time you told him.
“Steve there’s something I need to tell you.” your heart is beating so hard you’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it. “These last 3 months have been some of the hardest months of my life, not only because I lost so much but because I’ve realized a lot of things. I learned my self worth, it’s been a while since I’ve truly been happy. And I found that I’m only truly happy when I’m with you. I also know that Billy would’ve wanted me to move on at some point, and as much as he said he hated you Harrington, he wouldn’t want me to be with anyone but you.”
He looked at you like if he blinked everything would fade away and none of this would be real. You reach out and place a hand on his face, looking over where wounds had once been and were now turning into scars.
“ I love you Steve.” You finally say
He doesn’t say anything back he just leans in and presses his soft lips against yours. The kiss held so much love and emotion. It felt just like the movies, like the moment when these things always happened. Time seemed to have slowed down, allowing you take it all in and cherish it.
“I’ll take that as the feeling’s mutual?” You say with a giggle.
Steve brushes his nose against yours before kissing you again, only this time with more force. You took this as his way of saying yes. His mouth hot on yours as his hands grabbed your waist awkwardly from the place he was sitting and pulled you as close as he could. You both only pulled away to catch a breath.
This would be a moment you would remember for the rest of your life. It wasn’t your first kiss, wasn’t even your second, or hundredth, but it was your first kiss as lovers, but it definitely would not be your last. The world would throw crazy things at you, especially when you aren’t ready for it, but you don’t have to deal with it alone anymore.
You just always have to know that sometimes things just don’t go as planned and your world might come crashing down and it’ll fall apart, but always remember that you’ll have people in your life to be there to catch you when you fall.
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