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#joyce byers x male reader
r0b1ns · 2 years
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The ST adults (Jim, Joyce, Antonio, Murray and Karen) having an s/o that’s a bush/rural/wildfire firefighter [idk what you call em in the states. Specifically someone that deals with natural fires not structural/house fires]????
Hii it's ok! I'm gonna do your other request tomorrow as I'm done for today
STRANGER THINGS ADULTS X FIRE RANGER! TRANSMASC! READER
CHARACTERS: Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov, Murray Bauman, Karen Wheeler
GENDER: masc (trans)
CW: mention of fire, slight mention of sexual content, I'll change the color of it so you can just skip it, it's not detailed
WORD COUNT: 720+
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JIM HOPPER
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-he absolutely admires you
-he knows it's a dangerous job
-he always tells you to be careful
-how hypocritical of him
-considering you both have unstable schedules it's very rare that you have time for yourselves
-but when you do, you cherish every moment of it
-wether it's just cuddles, cooking something together, or bedroom stuff ;)
-he was surprised that you have such a physical job being so young and female bodied
-males usually have more muscles and body mass
-but you told him how hard you work
-he admires you even more after that
-you both have scars
-so you like telling each other how you got them
-he's very proud of you
-tells everyone his partner is a fire ranger
-if he burns something in the kitchen he always calls you for help
-El makes fun of him for that
JOYCE BYERS
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-she's so excited and worried at the same time
-she worries you'll get hurt or something worse
-but with all that's been happening those past few years she still worries, but not so much
-she thinks you're so brave
-putting out large fires
-in such a dangerous environment
-the fact that you're trans doesn't change anything for her
-most people would be scared to do this job, no matter their gander
-on that note
-she sometimes gets turned on by your bravery
-but in the middle of you making out she starts thinking about the dangerous scenarios and gets anxious
-so this doesn't lead to anything
-Will likes to listen to your stories
-about how you were almost trapped in the forest
-or how you saved a family who lived at the end of town near a forest
-Joyce thinks it's cool in theory
-but she can't listen to it when she knows you're involved
DMITRI 'ENZO' ANTONOV
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-he secretly thinks you're a badass
-he'll never tell you this tho
-he just shrugs and says "I've delt with worse"
-you roll your eyes to this
-doesn't care that you're trans
-this type of things don't matter to him
-he likes to call you 'firefighter' instead of referring to you by your name
-"nu firefighter, what heroic stuff did you do today?"
-when you tell him stories, especially the cooler (dangerous) ones he loses focus halfway he starts kissing you
-he says he doesn't care about your work, but it really turns him on
-secretly jerks off to imagining you in your uniform
-if you reunite with his kid he tells him to go ask you about your 'adventures' when he's tired or annoyed
-when asked what his partner does, he says it so casually
-but he's really proud
MURRAY BAUMAN
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- oh he's REALLY interested in your work
-when you tell him you're a fire ranger he asks you all about it
-but like complicated questions
-cause he knows a lot about this
-occasionally likes to discuss conspiracy theories about the fire department and just fires
-everytime there's something related to fire he says "you should know, you're a fire ranger" or something along this line
-when you tell him you're trans he just just looks at you confused and says "okay?"
-like it's not relevant
-cause it's really not
-after his Karate lessons he likes to demonstrate new moves he learned
-asks you "can you do that ranger? I bet you can't"
-you like to sit in the bath together and discuss your days
-also to gossip
-he think you're the perfect partner for him
-cause he's so cool and you're so cool and that's how it should be
KAREN WHEELER
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-as soon as you told her you're a fire ranger she was sold
-she thinks you're the coolest and hottest person alive
-tells all her friends about you
-and retells all the stories you tell her
-always asks if you a new one to tell
-tells Holly you're a hero
-asks if you work with women
-and if they're hotter than her
-likes to use fire terminology in bed
-"you're so hot" "I'm burning you better come help me firefighter"
-she literally thinks it's so hot
-tells you you're 100% hotter than all the guys she's been with
-and so far you're the best in bed she had
-she hopes you're the last
-she really fell for you
-nancy is happy for her
-she finally found someone she loves who also loves her
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!gifs are not mine!
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im-657-mv · 2 years
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7."Your family? I am your family!"
[requested]
joyce byers
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You had left her. Joyce. You didn't want to of course but what other choice did you have? She was just too much for you to keep. All of her worrying and nagging made you feel like a child. It's funny but she reminded you of your mom. Caring and firm. Sweet yet controlling.
You still remembered how she looked though. Heartbroken, sad, damaged. Her sobbing echoing across the room continuously and never-ending as you told her it was over.
"It's over Joyce." You spoke clearly. You didn't want any misinterpretations again. You were done, for real this time.
"Y/n what did I do wrong..." She pleaded tearing your hands away from your sides as she pleaded desperately into them. "Please Y/n, I'll do better. I can do better." She muttered looking up, her eyes small and filled to the brim with tears.
And your face scrunched up with this uncomfortable feeling. You wanted to tell her it will be alright but it wasn't. You weren't going to come running back into her arms this time.
"I have to go..." You whispered but she only wept harder, her tears tainting your hands. You tried to pull your hands out of her grasp but it was half-hearted. A part of you didn't want to let go, but you had to. This was for the best.
So with a hard enough yank of your arm, her grip was torn off of you. Joyce tried to reach for you again but you backed away from her quickly taking your bags and leaving her to rot in her sorrows. Alone.
So here you are. Back in your parent's house contemplating everything. All your decisions leading up to this exact moment. Was it even the right choice?
And you tried to ignore and remove those thoughts. But those were a lot easier to get rid of than the image of her face. You could still feel her tears on your skin. You could still hear her painful wallows screaming in your ear.
"You did this for a reason Y/n." You whispered to yourself as you reached to turn off your lamp. And with that little reassurance and reasoning, you slept. You slept more than you've ever had.
This was a moment to remember forever. Your first night when her suffocating arms weren't entrapping you around her body. Your first night being independent and finally free.
The next day was a breath of fresh air. Your mom made you pancakes, still confused about why exactly you were here, and you felt... relieved. You could ultimately do what you wanted. You can go out anytime you wanted. You could do anything you want without asking for anyone's approval.
Everything felt great. That is until someone pounded on the door. Your face deadpanned and you slowly looked in its direction. Joyce. Your mind immediately went to the woman you had just broken up with the night before.
"Hey Y/n, can you get that? I'm still cleaning up the kitchen." Your mom shouted.
You nodded in a daze of some sorts as you absent-mindedly got up, walking slowly towards the door.
You shouldn't be doing this. Go back, sit down, and ignore it. Don't do it.
You grabbed the doorknob and turned it. It was Joyce. The woman that loved and cared for you. As soon as you saw her face you felt your mind go back to the fundamentals that she had ingrained in you.
"You are coming back home. I've had enough of your tantrum." Joyce said her voice stern and demanding. You cast your eyes downward, too scared to look her in the eyes.
"Y/n." She repeated. You looked up finally facing her. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"I'm not leaving, Joyce." You clenched your jaw as you stood up to her. "We broke up for a reason, and I'm not coming back. I'm staying with my family."
"Your family? I am your family!" Joyce practically screamed at you, gaining the attention of your mom.
"Is everything okay sweety?"
"Yes, mom! Just talking to a friend." You said confidently staring at Joyce. And she was beyond pissed at this point.
"Fine." She whispered. "But don't expect me to be so kind when you come running back into my arms." And with that she left, leaving you alone to digest your interaction.
You just hoped she stayed away. For good.
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keep-it-strange · 2 years
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Welcome To: Informational Post
Hello hello, welcome to my blog. In this pinned post, you will find all the information you need to know about my blog. First, let's have an introduction.
My pronouns are he/they, I'm 20 years old, I'm not really sure what else to say, but if you have questions feel free to ask. This is my Harry Potter blog, this is my Stray Kids blog, this is my Tomorrow x Together blog, this is my Ateez blog and this is my Walking Dead blog.
Rules for my blog:
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Requests are open
Inbox is open
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Any asks/requests that go against my rules and/or make me uncomfortable will be deleted
Only send requests in my asks, do not message me your request
Requests from women or fem aligned will be deleted
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I will write:
Smut
Fluff
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Gender neutral reader
Dom reader
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Most kinks
Poly relationships
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Trans masc reader
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Rape
Piss kink
Shit kink
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Smut with minors
Incest
Pseudo incest
Smut with afab reader (I don't have a vag so idk how to write smut with afab reader)
Who I write for:
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Eddie Munson - Masterlist
Johnathan Byers - Masterlist
Billy Hargrove - Masterlist
Peter Ballard/Henry Creel - Masterlist
Argyle - Masterlist
Robin Buckley (Platonic only) - Masterlist
Nancy Wheeler - Masterlist
Jim Hopper - Masterlist
Joyce Byers - Masterlist
Dustin Henderson - Masterlist
Lucas Sinclair - Masterlist
Mike Wheeler - Masterlist
Will Byers (Male reader only) - Masterlist
Jane (Eleven) Hopper - Masterlist
Max Mayfield - Masterlist
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cubicle-eyes · 2 years
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How I think the characters on my write list (+a few) would react to you falling asleep on them! (HCs)
This post is a semi-filler. I'm taking a break from my Eddie fic to work on this because my motivation is going DOWN. Rest assured at least two new fics ( not including this one) are coming very soon!
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Steve Harrington
- He is stiff as a board.
- He does everything in his power to gently lay you down (if possible) without waking you up.
- He has so many photos of you when you're in deep sleep
- even one where he put yourfinger up your nose
- Dustin liked that one.
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Billy Hargrove
- He is also very still.
- He quite likes it, actually
- You're like a weighted blanket to him
- He's not to worried about waking you up
- but he's always sad when you do because he loves you lying on him.
- He has a photo of you asleep in your dinner. Deffo.
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Jason Carver
- shoves you to the floor.
- jkjk
- no, he does slide you away though
- it makes him uncomfortable when someone is sleeping on him, so dont be upset if you wake up to him sneaking away
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Eddie Munson
- He is also probably asleep
- you not awake = boring
- so, his solution is to sleep too.
- on the rare occasion he isn't sleeping, he often is holding your back/waist
- If he starts getting sore he pinches the end of your nose to wake you up, and always apologizes for doing so but never stops.
- He has a video recording of you sleepwalking and singing to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" while you sweep the couch. You woke up because of how hard he was laughing.
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Chrissy Cunningham
- She's always suprised, though it happens quite often
- Usually she sleeps on you, so it's nice
- Her shoulders are a little bony though, so usually you end up cuddled up in the crook of her neck <3
- she holds you very tightly, but not enough to wake you. Shes honestly worried you'll fall off of her!
- (she puts a variety of hats on your head, if she manages to get up without waking you)
- She has a poloraoid wall, and most of them are you and her together, or you sleeping with a bunch of hats stacked on your head
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Jim Hopper
- hahshshaha
- He's the best cuddler EVER
- hes so STRONG and holds you in PLACE!
- he has his arms around you and you'd die if you moved
- he loves affection okay he's just mean about it sometimes
- if he has a coat/flannel/OUTERWEAR he takes it off and lays it on you instead of a blanket
- it's nice because it's warm and smells like him, which is sweet
- Will murder if someone wakes you up. There is no joke here. Eleven was grounded for three days.
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Joyce Byers
- MAMA
- MAMA ILY HOLD ME TOO PLS 🥺🥺🥺
- Mama bear! MAMA BEAR!
- She is the best cuddler on this LIST!!
- She has three kids, she has EXPERIENCE in CUDDLES!
- Massages your scalp while your sleeping and if she pulls away you wake up, which leads to hilarious interactions between her and Will when she needs something.
- " Stop laughing Will. Just hand me the remote."
- "It's literally beside you!"
- "Shhh! Hand the remote to your poor old mom!"
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Dustin Henderson
- hahassddjshs
- when you fall asleep on him he cries.
- not really but he's killed by the pure trust and kind of wants too
- gives you kithes 🥺
- mostly on the top of your head, but the forehead and your cheeks (depending on the way your head is laying) are hotspots too
- its way to quiet when you're asleep so he falls asleep too
- Which leads to the both of you waking up with a huge bright camera flash as his mom cooes at the both of you
- (bottom left drawer of his dresser, there's a collection of photogrpahs where he's put makeup on your face in your sleep. Also includes you sleeping in his hat, you sleeping cuddled up with him, and you literally sleeping face-down on his bed.)
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Mike Wheeler
- Sorry people but you never sleep on him.
- Have you seen him? He's a stick and bony and lanky and ADORABLE but not to sleep on
- to sleep with, however, when you're the first asleep...
- He just likes to rub your arms through your shirt (or not, if you arent wearing one, duh)
- Sleeping together like this is a really intimate thing to him, so he finds it very special to watch you sleep
- his hands are naturally freezing, so he finds clever ways to sneakily twine your fingers together to warm them up
- His most creative way to do so is to put his hands behind your neck.
- you always wake up, laughing and gasping for him to move them, but he keeps them there till they're warm, and then you're both asleep again with your foreheads touching <3
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Nancy Wheeler
- notice me senp-
- Now in my honest opinion..
- She has never had someone fall asleep on her until you
- Always unprepared and silently freaking out as she sits stiff as a board, hands in her lap twitching slightly as she stares at the wall or TV
- usually when you move around she takes the oppurtunity as well, making sure you're both comfy before settling
- Awkward! With! Her! HANDS!!
- Always everywhere! They're constantly moving
- Her feet do it too as she's also a restless sleeper and very fidgety
- always feels bad if it wakes you up
- sometimes its nice, one hand petting your head and the other rubbing your back..
- but sometimes her feet kick your ankles and sometimes it hurts, okay.
- also she sleeps with socks on. Didn't know how to fit this in. But she does.
- ( in preperation for you falling asleep on her on the couch, she has a basket of blankets next to the cushions, and theres water bottles and a secret stash of chips hidden under them >:} )
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Will Byers
- usually doesn't know you're asleep until you stop answering his questions
- and then which he adjusts to hold you and continues talki g to himself.
- sometimes you'll mutter sleepy 'mmm's when he's said something interesting enough, but he shushes you because you're supposed to be asleep
- very good cuddler, but can never fall asleep
- when he gets tired he passes out, yes, but to get tired he'd have to run around the world four times
- well, he'd have to be mentally tired to fall asleep. No matter how sleepy his body is, he can't fall asleep without talking about anything aad everything until the words turn into whispers and then quiet nonsense.
- he has a photobook, and theres a picture of you sleeping so weirdly that it always gets a laugh (peter griffin fall 💀)
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Jonathan Byers
- probably high
- so he just keeps on doing what he's doing.
- he probably asks you stupid questions, regardles  of if you answer or not.
- "would you still love me if i was a worm?"
- "..cutests fuckin... mm.. worm.. "
- "*sobbing*"
- "woah holy shit, jon, you okay-"
- "Im a CuTe WoRm! *more sobbing*"
- honestly I love him so much idk how to write abt him zhshahah
- if he's asleep too he's probably resting his head on yours, arms lazily wrapped around tour neck as you bury your face in his neck and chest, holding his torso.
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Eleven Byers-Hopper
- freaking out verbally
- "Do not laugh at me, Will. They are not dead, right?"
- probably shaking bc sjes so scared that if she accidentally wakes you up you'll be upset with her
- eventually she relaxes, and moves your head (which has undoubtedly fallen to her shoulder) to her lap
- very gentle and sweet
- once she gets even more comfortable, she probably pets your head and baby-talks to you in a one-sided, lovey-dovey conversation.
- "Whos the most adowable S/O? Y/N is. Yeah he is. The best sleeper in the west."
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Max Mayfeild
- literally just wakes you up.
- if you DONT wake up she tries to literally "push your buttons"
- squeeze ur cheeks, poke ur nose, poke ur forehead
- She doesn't want to be trapped all day!
- (she really does though. If you don't get up soon she cuddles right up to fall asleep. Pretend to be asleep long enough and you get to hear Max snore. Loudly.)
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Robin Buckley (f.reader)
- " :0 omg ive been chosen"
- treats you like a cat, puts you where you need to be so youre both comfy
- couch sleeping >>>>
- lies with her back against the couch and your back pressed against her chest, holding you in place so you don't fall and kissing the back of your neck gently and ajdvrkdvej
- Robin's head > Pillow
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Argyle
- bro argyle >>> hottest person alive
- who am I kididng theyre the same person
- anyways (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)
- this man doesnt let you sleep whatre you even talking about???? U joking??? hes high you're comin' down with him.
- "...What color is a mirror..?" "Why is pizza round... cut into triangles... and served in a square box?" "Why is it nail polish and not nail paint?" etc etc
- he always falls asleep very quickly. But he also cries really easily when high off his balls. Over everything. He cried yesterday about the color of his shirt. It wasn't yellow enough. He told me himself
- hes the best pillow. Lay on his chest, kiss his face, let him hold ya
- hes very soft and gentle with you at all times, and since most of the time the both of you are high as skyscrapers, it's a bit more wacky but a lot more sentimental.
- lots of "was drunk and fell asleep like this 😤" pictures in the back of the van
- the funniest being the one of argyle standing on the roof of the van with you and attempting to push you onto the hood "long live the king"style, but you were held on tight
- usually jonathan doesn't quite get as high so he taks a lot of pictures
- got off track but oh well lol
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Fred Benson
- He probably has prepared for this moment and lured you into a trap :)
- he had music on softly in the background and blankets and everything all planned out
- once he just gains enough actual courage to ask for cuddles it'll be less odd when he asks you to watch the most boring show on the planet with him
- he kithes your head a lot bc he really loves you, but doesn't voice it a whole lot
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Peter Ballars
- he moves you, despite how much he wants to stay and make sure you sleep well
- he doesn't move you very far. Usually you fall asleep in the rainbow room, so he just puts you in your own room to rest
- he always sneaks and checks on you, though, because you're still as graceful as a dying baby bird and vunreable all alone
- 4/10 not a good rainbow room cuddle buddy
- (alone, however, he's very sweet, apologizing for dumping you in your room all alone. Kisses all around, gives you a shoulder rub, you know, usual guilty boyfriend tendancies. Will always cuddle before he has to go back to his own room. He may be a lil' evil but you're his sweetheart <3 )
EXTRA/BONUS: OBSCUREISH CHARACTERS
Dr. Brenner/Papa (child reader, around 5-6)
-  he isn't quite sure how you ended up so close to him in the rainbow room as he sat and observed the other children, but when he felt the pressure on his upper arm from you, he couldn't help but grinned
- he woke you up gently, offering you a quick nap in your assigned room, and you accepted by yawning and rubbing your eyes, nodding.
- he walked you to your room with an orderly, and tucked you into bed.
- totally down to tell you a story tbh. Just ask.
- the orderly is assigned to wake you up in exactly two hours, so you better get to sleep quick.
- but no matter. Papa is sure to lend you an extra hour if you need it.
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Ted Wheeler 👹 (Holly's fraternal twin)
- he's asleep. He fell asleep first. You were just to scared to change the TV channel and fell asleep too on top of him with your sister.
- (he wakes up first too, and puts you both in bed, making sure you're covered and comfy before heading back to his chair. If you wake up in that time, he'lm tell you both some sort of a story, though it's a "tired dad" version. Usually you're the cool dragon, while Holly's the princess in fantasy stories.
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Karen Wheeler 👹 (also Holly's twin)
- she was suprised, of course, when you appeared across from her on the couch and shoved your way into her lap, cuddling close and instantly falling asleep.
- she lets you sit there for awhile, patting your back, before she brings you to her room to let you nap up there. When Holly gets tired she'll join you, but for now you get the big bed!)
Barb Holland
- havfuubeakdvehx
- Hi barb *waves fingers like an idiot*
- she loves cuddles. There's never a time you ever "accidentally" fall asleep on her. Oh no. Youre her hostage now.
- Smooches. Smoochy poochy bwa bwbajettiwvd
- Push her glasses up her nose while you're barely awake, and then proceed to pass out. She will cry of cuteness. No jokes.
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hope you enjoyed! Also I need to add Barb to my write list 👹
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ultimatelytired · 2 years
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Obvious
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Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Will Byers x Male!Reader Pronouns: He/Him Relationship: Romantic Occupation: Student Ability: N/A
Keys:
[M/N]: Male Name [L/N]: Last Name [N/N]: Nickname [H/C]: Hair Color [E/C]: Eye Color
Warnings: bullying, vulgar language, blood
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“Get him out! Get him out!”
“Strike him!”
“Shoot for a home run!”
“Get the win!”
Being the last batter for a really important baseball game puts a lot on your shoulders, especially when you’re the up and rising star of your team while representing your school. He takes a deep breath, tensing his muscles while tightening his grip on his baseball bat. Himself and the pitcher never broke eye contact, that pitcher was out for blood and he was going to make sure he didn’t give it to him. He licked his lips, taking a deep breath when he saw the pitcher finally get ready to throw the ball. He blocked out all the cheering as he focused on the ball hurdling towards him, when it was finally inches away from him he slammed his foot on the ground and let out a grunt, swinging the bat and upon contact with the ball, he managed to send it flying out of the field. He didn’t fight down the huge grin that stretched across his face when he sent that ball flying, letting out his own cheer as he threw down his bat and ran to each base.
“And there you have it folks, Lenora Hills High have won against their rivalling team for the first time in nearly a decade! And all thanks to their new rising star, [M/N] [L/N] who granted them their winning home run!” by the time he returned back to home base, he was greeted by his team and school huddling around him, grabbing a hold of him and lifting him up.
“That’s our [M/N]!”
“Way to go!”
“You did it, [M/N]!” he just laughed as they threw him up and down before finally letting him down, grabbing their jug of water and pouring it on him. He usually would have yelled at them for doing that but it felt refreshing on his hot and sweaty body, he took his helmet off and threw his head back, running a hand through his sweaty hair but grinned nonetheless and threw his fist into the air. After the game he was met with bustling students and parents congratulating him for getting the winning shot, he smiled and thanked them and was approaching his pick up truck but was stopped by a familiar face.
“H-Hey, [M/N]!” turning to see who it was, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of one of the Byers siblings “Congrats on the win.” his smile grew at his words, he readjusted the shoulder strap of his duffel bag and approached him.
“Thanks, Will. Did you see my swing? I’ve been putting a lot of effort into my swings as of lately.” the Indiana boy nodded his head, his face lighting up as he waved his hands around.
“Yeah, I was watching from the crowd! It was pretty tense, but I knew you’d get it.” [M/N] chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully “Um, now that you’re here, I was wondering if you wanted to come to the after party with my lot.” Will tensed up when he saw [M/N] point over to the boys who were jumping into his truck while hooting and hollering.
“Come on dude! Lets get going!” he laughed and waved at them to wait.
“Gimme a sec, alright.” they groan but do, [M/N] then glanced at Will again and give him a hopeful look “So? Will you come?” he inhaled sharply, raising his hand to rub his arm.
“I-I’d love too, but I—”
“Will! We gotta go man, come on!” they both glance over and saw the eldest Byers, Johnathan, waving his brother over while his sister Jane and their friend Argyle sat in the van “Mum wants us home, like, right now.” Will closed his eyes in disappointment as he turned back to look at [M/N], who looked just as disappointed but he chuckled softly.
“Ah, that’s a bit of a shame, but it can’t be helped.” he murmured softly “I guess I’ll see you at school next week?” he asked, Will nodded his head.
“Y-Yeah, totally.” [M/N] smiled and sent the brunette a wink, causing him to fluster. [M/N] found the reaction adorable but latter groaned when he heard his friends shouting at him to hurry up, he waved Will goodbye then finally went back to his truck, chucking his shit at his passenger “See you later, [M/N]!” he exclaimed, this caused the [H/C] boy to grin and wave him goodbye before he turned on his radio and drove off with his friends and himself screaming to the top of their lungs to the music.
“Will.” he jumped at the call of his name, turning around, he saw Johnathan giving him a look “You good?” he nervously nodded his head.
“Y-Yeah, I’m spectacular.” Johnathan nods his head slowly.
“Yeah…”
Will couldn’t explain when his attraction towards [M/N] [L/N] first arose. Maybe it was because he was different in comparison to the other students of Lenora Hills High School. He was apart of the popular crowd, and how could he not be? He was gorgeous, athletic, smart and did I mention nice? It happened when Angela was bullying Eleven, there wasn’t much he could do to stop it because he didn’t have that kind of presence to do anything about it, but that was when [M/N] appeared. He didn’t hesitate to put Angela in her place, giving her a clean smack across the back of her head and sternly telling her not to bully poor little Eleven. Without a doubt, despite the both of them being sophomores, they were already declared to be the next King and Queen of the school.
Anyways, [M/N] just had Will swooning. He always stuck up for him and Eleven, he was always so nice to them and the way he would always send a smile his direction, how could he not fall deeper? But the moment he asked if they could be friends, gosh, he was over the moon. He wished things could’ve worked out with Mike, he wished he had to courage to tell Mike his feelings, but he knew they wouldn’t be reciprocated, Mike already had El and he knew he had to move on. Now his eyes were on the boy that every girl had a crush on, god, he was fucking doomed. He was cursed for crushing on the wrong people, Mike was taken and [M/N] was wanted by everyone. Maybe he was making a mistake for falling in love with the most popular guy in school, maybe he was better off digging himself a hole and burying himself—
“Will!” he jumped, slamming his locker door closed then turning to see [M/N] waving his friends off then jog over to where he was “Hey man, how was your weekend?” Will waved his hand.
“Oh, you know, same old, same old. I wouldn’t say anything exciting happened, but, you know?” he laughed nervously, this caused [M/N] to chuckle softly while running a hand through his hair.
“I get it, it’s still a shame you couldn’t come to the after party, would have loved it if you were there.” ah, there he goes again saying stuff that makes his heart flutter “We couldn’t do anything too chaotic, but we had fun nonetheless. Maybe I should win our next game, then maybe you’ll be able to attend the after party with me.” Will snorts softly, punching his arm.
“Don’t go getting arrogant, [M/N], that’ll cost you the win.”
“Haa, you’re right.” he then leaned back a little so that he was standing on the heels of his feet, a slight flush rising to his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck once more “Actually, I was wondering if you were busy this weekend? I was hoping we could, um, hangout?” how badly Will wanted to say yes, this was a chance for him to get closer to [M/N] that wasn’t simply over help with schoolwork and actually hanging out with his crush, but he couldn’t.
“I’m sorry, [M/N], but I can’t.” this caused him to deflate.
“Well, why not?” he gave him a sheepish grin, now rubbing the back of his own neck.
“My friend, from Indiana, he’s coming here to visit my sister and I.” [M/N]’s shoulders relaxed a little, looking up in thought to remember the friend Will was referring to.
“Oh… right, Mike Wheeler, right? I remember you mentioning him in w passing conversation.” he then lets out a huff, kicking his feet like child “Then I guess it’s alright, wouldn’t want your friend feeling lonely while in a completely different state.”
“Right.” [M/N] then let out a grunt when someone elbowing him, he gave them a soft glare when he saw that it was his friends coming to collect him.
“Come on, dude. We’ve got math first, and that’s on the other side of the building. I don’t want to be late because you were too business talking to Byers, let’s go.” he scoffs and kicks them in the back of their leg, this caused them to stumble forward but they managed to catch themself and laugh as they scurried away, he shook his head.
“Well, duty calls. I’ll see you later?” Will nods.
“Yeah, see you later.” [M/N] nods with a grin then runs off to catch up with his friends, when he was finally alone, he let out a deep sigh as he collapsed onto his locker and probably would have slid down it if there weren’t people around him. He silently cursed in the back of his head, if only Mike was coming a week later then maybe he could have the chance to be with [M/N] “Dammit.” [M/N] himself curses under his breath, walking beside his friends to their class.
“Do you think I’m being pushy? Every time I’ve tried to ask him to hang out, he’s always got an excuse.” his friend let out a groan, slapping a hand onto their face and dragging it down.
“Dude, you’re overthinking it. You said his friend is visiting from Hawkins, right? That run down little town out in the middle of the sticks? A friend that he hasn’t seen for about a year?” he nods his head “Then let the guy see him, man. You’re acting like a boyfriend who’s upset that his girlfriend is meeting a childhood friend, who is a boy, after a long time and worried that he’s going to steal your girlfriend.” he immediately grows flustered, the tips of his ears turning red as he smacked his arm.
“I am not.” he sneers, this earned an eye roll.
“Are too, mister drama queen.” [M/N] sighed and continued to walk to math class, rubbing his face when the blush on his face continued to color his cheeks.
The moment [M/N] saw Will Byers, gosh, to him it was like love at first sight. He knew that it was wrong for a boy himself to fall in love with another boy, but his heart would not beat for another. It was during the beginning of their sophomore year and he saw Angela picking on the quiet but sweet girl of Hawkins who had recently moved to Lenora Hills, he quickly disciplined Angela and comforted the new girl, but then his gaze went to the brunette that was her brother. Will Byers, a soul just as sweet and had him melting. He was always on the back of his mind that he couldn’t just ignore anymore, so he asked if they could be friends, he was internally screaming when he said yes. He took every chance he could to be with him, whether that be lying that he needed help with his schoolwork that he had to come over to his house so they could study, he was basically a regular in the Byers household. He was odd and it certainly was creepy, but he just wanted to be as close to Will as he could.
Before he knew it it was already lunch and he was being dragged out of class by his friends, he laughed as they threw him onto his feet and he bounced a little before finding his footing. Being apart of the popular crowd, [M/N] was greeted by many students and he politely greeted them back, not being a fan of being rude to people. Because of this [M/N] was generally liked by both students and teachers, and so here he was sitting at a table with various people fighting to sit with him, but of course his friends always got dibs to sit at his table. He was in the midst of eating his food but his eyes continuously scanned the cafeteria, one of his friends noticed so they let out a sigh and smacked him in the back of the head, this caused him to spit out some of his food and let out a yelp from the pain.
“Dude, what the fuck?” another friend that sat across from him gave him a incredulous expression.
“Yeah dude, what the fuck? He spat his food on me!” he groaned, face scrunching up in disgust at the bits of food on his jacket, causing a few of them to snicker, the one that smacked him rolled his eyes.
“You’re so obvious.” [M/N] cleared his throat, looking at him in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” he scoffed softly, [M/N] raised a brow when he passed him a note, he eyed it before sitting up straight and taking it from his hand. His friend side eyed him and sighed softly when he saw that scared reaction, [M/N] was trembling as a look of panic could be seen in his eyes.
’I know you’ve got a thing for that Byers guy.’
”W-What…?” he could tell that [M/N] was trying not to break down and make a scene so he reached over and grabbed the note, crumbling it up and tucking it into his pocket, this made him look up at him with the same scared expression.
“You’re so obvious.” he repeats “If you thought I, your best friend since we were toddlers, wouldn’t notice, I’d have to kick your ass.” [M/N] glanced around at the others, who surprisingly didn’t notice what was happening between the two of them, and gave him a cautious look.
“You’re not… grossed out?” this caused him to roll his eyes.
“No. I’m more upset over the fact that you thought I wouldn’t accept you, you’re my bro, and I care more about being your best friend than your goddamn preference.” [M/N] would probably start crying if he wasn’t in the middle of the cafeteria, he wipes his eyes with his forearm whilst his friend gently rubbed his back.
“You’re a true bro.” he chuckled.
“I know, and don’t you forget it.” his eyes then lingered up and his lips curved into a smirk at who he saw, so he grabbed [M/N] by the back of his neck and pulled him up “And look who just came walking in~” he cooed, snickering softly when he saw that lovesick gaze [M/N] always had on his face when Will Byers came into view.
“Do you think he’ll sit with us?” he questioned.
“Doubt it.” [M/N] slumps on disappointment “You know he always sits with his sister, doesn’t want her being alone. And if you try and invite her over in hopes of getting him to join us, she’ll be uncomfortable because I’m pretty sure half of the people here have taken part in tormenting her.” he slumps even more.
“You’re right.”
“I know I’m right, I’m always right.”
“You are.” he grumbles under his breath, he then briefly glanced at Will again and lights up when their eyes meet. He happily waved his hand to greet him with a big smile, his smile only growing brighter when Will mirrored his expression and returned the gesture before turning to sit with his sister, [M/N] then sat back down in his seat with a look of content but it dropped when he could feel his friends gaze on him “Stop looking at me like that.”
“You’re gay.” he whispered quietly, he laughed sarcastically before throwing macaroni in his face, causing the others to laugh.
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious, genius.” he winked.
[time skip: roller shaking rink]
If Will wasn’t already having a pretty awful day, it just got worse. He thought he’d be happy to see Mike when he got to California, he thought they’d get to talk like they used to when they were kids still living in Hawkins, but he’s been too busy oogling Eleven to even hold a conversation with him. What makes matters worse is that she’s been lying to him ever since they’ve got there, saying things about being friends with the same people who has been bullying her and going to that roller skating rink to the point she forgot an important detail. It sucked being the third wheel, watching as Mike and El held hands as they skated around while he lingered in the back and watched in dismay as they looked happy while he was forgotten.
’Maybe I was better off taking up [M/N]’s offer to hang out then being stuck being the third wheel.’ he thought to himself, just the thought of the [H/C] boy made him smile but he frowned when he knew that it was already too late and since he was already here he was just going to have to suck it up until six when Jonathan and Argyle came back to pick them up ’At this point I don’t even know why I’m here.’ he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his noise as Mike and El blubbered on about something, not that he was listening, but he was completely unaware of that fact he was being stared at.
“No fucking way…” a voice muttered, he hears a slurp but didn’t pay it any mind as the owner of the obnoxious slurping came to a rolling stop beside him.
“What’s the matter?” ‘twas [M/N] holding two large cups of soda in his hands, he sniffled as he took another huge gulp from his drink while his friend tore his gaze away from the bored Byers to stare up at his friend “Did you see someone, dude?” he rolled his eyes, grabbing [M/N] by the jaw and turning his head in the direction he was staring in.
“Yeah, the guy that rejected you.” he furrowed his brows at that and tried searching to see who he could be talking about before freezing up when he saw Will, he probably would have crushed the drinks in his hands if his friend let him go “His sister is here too, along with some guy with god awful taste in fashion.” at this, they both cringed at what the guy was wearing.
“It must be that Mike Wheeler kid he talks about.” his friend glanced up at him once more, noticing the way he was fidgeting as he stared at Will.
“You gonna go over there and say hello, or are you gonna stay here gawking like a fish?” [M/N] swallowed thickly, his grip on both drinks growing tighter before he let out a sigh and relaxed.
“Nah, he’s with his friend. I think I’d be intruding if I just suddenly went over there. Let’s go, the others are waiting for us.” his friend nodded and was going to leave it at that, they both turned away and planned on skating away but he stopped when he saw that familiar looking blonde making her way over to where the Byers siblings and their friend were.
“Wait.” [M/N] does and looks over at him in confusion “We’ve got trouble.” he hums then glanced back over to see what he was talking about before visibly getting angry at the sight of Angela approaching the three with her goonies following closely behind her.
“Get the boys, I’ll deal with her.” he snarled out and proceeded to skate over to the table.
“[M/N], what are you— you better not hit her!” this caused him to laugh.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” [M/N] wouldn’t publicly punch Angela in the face, without any context he just looks like an asshole, but he’s got a plan to humiliate her without looking like a douchebag… well, he’ll look like a douchebag if it was an accidental regardless. He popped off the cup covers and sped up a little, this was going to hurt a bit, the moment he was close enough he purposefully tripped up, causing the drinks in his hands to spill all over the poor unexpecting soul.
“Oh my god!” she screamed out, feeling the soda drench her completely “What the hell is wrong with you?!” she exclaimed, everyone in attendance to witness what happened were in shock, [M/N] stifled a chuckle as he pulled himself onto his feet while Angela’s friends comforted her.
“Oh man, I am just so sorry, I’m still quite new when it comes to skating.” Jane felt a sense of comfort when she saw [M/N], smiling softly when she felt him place his hand on top of her head and ruffle it around while giving Angela a smug grin when she turned and glared at him “Accidents happen, you know?” his grin grew bigger when she grew agitated while a few of her friends took a step forward.
“Man, you’re such a clutz, [M/N]! Why can’t you be good at skating like you are with baseball!” he let out a soft grunt when his friend appeared behind him, slapping a hand on his back with a laugh, Angela and her friends backed down when [M/N]’s friend group appeared and gave him threatening smiles “Forgive him, he’s still learning.” Angela growled, hand closing into a tight fist before glaring at the both of them.
“This isn’t over.” with that she skated away, [M/N] let out a breath before smacking his friend in the arm.
“Still learning? Dude! Nice one, didn’t you face plant not too long ago?” this caused him to make a face.
“Now let’s not get arrogant here.” [M/N] rolled his eyes, he then looked at the residents of the table and grinned, waving his hand to greet them.
“Hey Jane, hi Will!” he said happily, the Byers siblings returned the greeting with a happy wave of their own, he then glanced over at the ravenette and gave him a confused expression “And hello… Mike, was it?” he gave an awkward wave of his own,  Jane stood to her feet and grabbed his hands while gesturing with her other to Mike.
“Yes, this is Mike! He is my boyfriend.” this caused a few of them to be surprised, a few of his friends whistled.
“Wow, little miss pretty has herself a boyfriend? Never would have guessed.” this earned him a smack behind the head.
“Stop it.” Jane giggled softly, always appreciating it when [M/N] reprimanded his friends from making offhanded comments “Will told me how he was coming down from Indiana, you two must be really happy that he’s here after not seeing him in a long time.” Jane nodded her head, [M/N] glanced at Will and noticed he didn’t look as enthusiastic as his sister.
“Yeah, totally.” [M/N] and his friends noticed Will’s less than thrilled response and glanced at each other, his friends spare each other a glance and nod in unison before one of them wrap an arm around [M/N]’s shoulder and pull him in, causing him to look at them in confusion.
“Well, why don’t we leave the lovebirds alone to catch up?” he suggested then glanced at Will, who flinched when all eyes were on him “Hey Byers, why don’t you join us? Don’t want you being stuck as the third wheel!” Will looked a little hesitant but he didn’t even get a choice when they grabbed him out of the booth and started pushing him away, he couldn’t even stop them even if he could because of the skates.
“Have fun you two!” they exclaimed, [M/N] was confused at to what they were doing and was going to question them but froze up when they pushed both him and Will together and into the skating ring. He glared back at them with a bright red face but it dropped when he saw all of them giving him encouraging looks followed with thumbs up, one of them grinned as they leaned against the barrier and continued to watch [M/N] panic as he held Will from evidently falling over.
“He’s gay, right?” one of them questioned, another nodded.
“Oh, totally! Without a doubt.” they each share a laugh and place bets to see if anything will happen before the day was over, now back to the two, [M/N] was apologising profusely for putting Will on the spot like they did while untangling himself off of the poor boy.
“I’m so sorry, Will! I don’t know what’s wrong with them.” a soft blush settled on his cheeks when Will looked up at him with that oh so cute smile on his face.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I get where they were coming from, and it did suck a little being the third wheel back there.” [M/N] gasped softly, bringing a hand up to hover over his mouth.
“No.” Will chuckled at the reaction, nodding his head.
“Yeah, while those two were glued together, I just hung in the background.” [M/N] hummed softly before lightly shoving him with his shoulder and skating ahead of them, Will let out a whoa and quickly caught himself before he fell over then glanced over at [M/N] and saw he had a big grin on his face.
“Well, now you have me! Lets have some fucking fun, Byers!” he cheered, holding his hand out for Will to take. He looked hesitant once more but the way [M/N] had an eager look on his face, his eyes practically begging him to take his hand, how could he possibly refuse. He lets out a laugh and took [M/N]’s hand, laughing even louder when he was pulled towards him and together the two of them spun around before skating a few rounds around the ring then leaving and going over to the arcade. Will watched as [M/N] went over to the game where you had to knock clowns over to rack up points, he grabbed the baseball and tossed it up a few times “I may not be as good as our pitcher, but I’d like to think I’m second best.” he comments, this caused Will to jokingly roll his eyes.
“Your arrogance is showing.” he flushed up when [M/N] winked at him.
“Only for you.” at the end of the game he won a lot of tickets, throwing his fist up with a victorious grin. [M/N] continued to win the games, a few times playing some with Will until they were holding too many tickets that it was ridiculous. They both glance at each other before bursting out into laughter and going over to the ticket stand and trading the tickets for prizes, though in the end they couldn’t think of what to get and gave their winnings to the kid behind them and went over to get some food “You know? I didn’t think I was going to see you today, but I’m glad that I did.” he said, grabbing a few fries and throwing them into his mouth.
“I agree, you made my day a little bit better.” [M/N] grinned at that, as the two of them continued to talk he glanced behind Will and his face scrunched up when he saw his friends from afar making those same encouraging looks along with kissy faces, he wanted to kick their asses. He panicked when Will noticed that [M/N] was staring at something so he turned around to see what it was but his friends luckily ducked down before they could notice, when Will turned to look back at [M/N] he just got an innocent smile on his face “Well, um, I’m really glad I got to spend some time with you.”
“Same! At least you weren’t stuck in between your sister and your friend.” Will had a bittersweet expression on his face.
“I know he just got here and that El— I mean, Jane, is his girlfriend… but I’m his best friend. I wish he talked to me just a little bit longer instead of ignoring me, it really hurt.” [M/N] gave him a sympathetic smile.
“I’m sure things will get better, like you said, he’s your best friend! I’m sure things will get better before you know it.” he reassured, this caused Will to smile.
“Thanks, I really appreciate it.” he nods.
“Anytime.” they stare at each other for a little longer then jump when a hand suddenly slammed down on their table, they then glance up at the owner and [M/N] couldn’t help but grimace a little when he saw that it was none other than Mike Wheeler.
“There you are, Will! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” he then gestured with his hand for him to stand up “I need to talk to you about something, so can we go?” Will pulled a face and looked at [M/N], he looked just as saddened but gestured for him to go.
“Don’t leave the guy waiting! I’ll be right here if you come back.” Will smiled before leaving, the moment Will was out of sight he let out a breath he was holding in and slumped into the seat, not even moments later his friends arrived and took over the booth.
“Well that was a disaster.” one of them said, a few of the other eating the food that was forgotten “You should have seen the way that Indiana guy was staring at you, dude. We were watching for a long time and that guy was giving you a dirty look.” another then dramatically held a hand to his forehead and fell back, one having to catch him before falling onto the ground.
“He must’ve been jealous that he was replaced and couldn’t stand the thought of his friend talking to a much better looking, well dressed, and friendly guy that isn’t him.” [M/N] rolled his eyes, grabbing his drink and taking a long slurp from it “We’re being serious, [M/N]. That guy definitely didn’t like the fact that you were with Byers, man.”
“You should shoot your shot.” this caused [M/N] to glare at the one friend he knew that knew about his sexuality, before he could say anything, he raised his hands and gestured to the lot of them.
“Dude, like I said, you’re so obvious.” he glanced at the others and saw they were all nodding their heads “Why do you think we were encouraging you that whole time, dumbass?” they all laugh when his head fell and thumped against the table.
“We’re your ultimate wingmen, trust us.” their heads shoot up when they all hear shouting, they look over and saw a crowd forming so they scramble to their feet and rush over, and there they saw Angela’s face bleeding due to the fact that Jane had hit her with a skate “Holy shit!” 
“You go Byers!” [M/N] shakes his head.
“Now’s not the time.”  “Sorry.” he shakes his head, he then glanced over at the siblings and saw they both had a panicked look on their faces before rushing away “Well that was anticlimactic, I didn’t expect her to do that.”
“Well what can you do? After all that torment that bitch has put her through, I was wondering how long it was going to take until she finally snapped.” he then claps his hands “Good for her, the wrong way of standing up for herself, but good for her.”
“Stop it.”  [time skip: later at night]
Today was just a fucking disaster. Will collapsed onto his bed and let out an exhausted sigh, if he thought the day couldn’t get any worse, he should probably shut the fuck up at that point. All was going swell when he was with [M/N], he had fun and it felt nice to be included, even more so being so close to the guy that made his stomach do flips. Mike had to ruin the moment but let it slide when he realised that Angela came back for revenge and evidently humiliated El before running off, Mike only coming to find him to help him find El. What made matters worse was when El slammed the roller skate into Angela’s face and it started bleeding profusely, god, he needed a break. He pressed the soles of his hands into his eyes and twisted slightly, dragging his hands down his face then throwing his arms open.
“What a disaster.” he closed his eyes and let his body relax into the bed, growing slightly irritated when he heard a subtle tapping, he lifts himself and glared over at the window. It stopped when he looked over at it so he let his body fall back onto the bed but not even a second passes when the tapping returns so he jumps off his bed and marches over to his window, ready to punch it but froze up when he saw that it was [M/N], who lit up upon sight.
“Will!” his voice was muffled through the glass but he definitely heard it as the boy waved his hand “Hi.” he shook his head with a laugh and opened the window.
“What are you doing here? It’s late.” he holds his hand up in a gesture for him to wait so he does with a slight giggle, watching as he ducked down to get something before shooting up with something in his hand. Will looked at in confusion then let out a sputter of words when [M/N] pushed it into his hands, he chuckled when he saw the excited look on his face “What is this?”
“It’s a gift. It’s for you.” Will furrowed his brows in confusion, a gift? He was going to question him again but [M/N] gestured for him to open it “Go on, open it!” [M/N] reminded him of a child on Christmas Day, so he just shrugged his shoulders and opened the nicely wrapped gift. He raised his brow in confusion at the sight of a box that was close shut by two latches, he looked at [M/N] and saw the eagerness in his eyes as he nodded at him for him to open it, so he did with a shrug. His eyes widened in shock at what he saw was inside, he couldn’t believe it as he lowered the lid to look at [M/N].
“I-Is this…?” he smiled and sheepishly shrugged.
“An oil color box set? Yeah, it took awhile to find this specific one, and it was really expensive as well, but what’s a few weeks allowance can’t do?” Will was at a loss for words, stuttering out a few that he managed to say as tears threatened to spill from his eyes “I remembered you saying that you were looking for one so you could paint while you were out, so I thought I would get you one and save you the trouble.” Will sniffled, raising a hand to rub at his eyes.
“But why? Why did you get this for me?” [M/N] looked at him in confusion, scoffing softly but realised that Will was serious,.
“Dude, Will… it’s your birthday.” Will couldn’t help but gasp softly at that, he completely forgot that it was his birthday, but that also meant that everyone else forgot about his birthday. He got a little bitter at that but what made it better was the fact that [M/N] remembered. A guy that he met in California, a guy that he told the date of his birth once and he remembered, a guy that was so popular that he was sure would forget, but he didn’t. He remembered and he even got him a gift. He then remembered to the start of that week that he tried inviting Will out to hangout, was he inviting him out for his birthday? “I don’t know what’s going on in your life right now, Will, but I hope you know I’m here for you. Happy birthday, Will.” he couldn’t remember what happened, what was going on in his mind for him to react the way he did, but he pushed the gift to the side and grabbed [M/N] by the collar of his shirt and yank him up. [M/N] let out a whoa, hands planting down on the windowsill to stabilise himself then let out a muffled gasp when Will pulled him into a kiss. He stared down at their connected lips in shock then his gaze fell upon Will’s eyes when he pulled away, a look of disbelief as they stared at each other.
… “Oh my god, what have I done?” Will muttered, still holding [M/N] by the collar of his shirt as he looked away, not noticing the lovesick smile that grace his lips as he let him go, letting the boy slump against the windowsill. All sorts of thoughts were circulating through his mind, thinking that he possibly ruined the best friendship he had in California forever and that he was going to lose a friend that meant the world to him and also the love of his life. He hadn’t even noticed [M/N] pull himself up until he was yanked forward, [M/N] having reach forward to grab Will by his cheeks and pull him into another kiss, this time, he was making sure Will felt that the kiss he gave him wasn’t one sided. When they finally pulled away, they stared into each other’s eyes before laughing.
“Will?” said boy let out a gasp and shoved [M/N] back and slammed his window shut, grimacing when he heard a loud thud followed by an oof and grunt but he ignored it as his mother opened the door to his room “Are you okay in here? I heard you pacing.” he gave his mother a reassuring smile, waving his hands to dismiss her.
“Yeah, I’m fine! Don’t worry about it, mum.” she gave Will a soft smile, blowing him a kiss before closing the door when she left. He waited until he couldn’t hear her footsteps anymore before turning around and throwing his window open and peeking out, he giggled to himself when he saw [M/N] wearing the biggest grin on his face as he covered his eyes with his hands “Are you okay?” [M/N] pushed himself up by his hands and gave Will a dopey grin.
“Am I okay? I’m fan-fucking-tastic!” he covered his mouth when Will shushed him for being loud, he quickly stood to his feet and returned to where Will was resting his folding arms on the windowsill and smiled “I can finally tell you that I’m in love with you. Your response?” Will laughs, pressing a hand to his cheek.
“I love you too.” they’re both smiling to the point it hurts, Will throws his arms around [M/N]’s neck and pulls him up into a hug, to which the latter reaches up and wraps an arm around his head as his other arm held the windowsill. When they pull away, [M/N] and Will stare into each other’s eyes once more and share a short and tender kiss, [M/N] winks and Will giggles.  “I’ll see you at school next week?” Will bites his lip, glancing back towards his door then back at [M/N].
“Do you want to stop by tomorrow? I’d love to spend some time with you.” he whispered the last part to himself but it didn’t fall to deaf ears because this earned him another peck on the lips, he looked at [M/N] and saw him grinning as he nodded his head.
“Yeah, I’ll totally stop by tomorrow!” he cheered “I’ll see you tomorrow!” he takes a step back but accidentally trips and falls back, Will leaned forward to see if he was okay but giggled instead when [M/N] shot back up but had a few leaves and twigs in his hair, but he didn’t mind it and waved his hand goodbye,
“Goodnight, [M/N].”
“Goodnight, Will.” he blows him a kiss followed by a wink, to which Will blushed but didn’t hesitate to catch the kiss. The moment Will pulled himself back into his room and close the window [M/N] let out a cheer as he threw his fists in the air, running back to his truck with an extra skip in his step “He said he loved me!” he shouts, he then heard cheering from his truck and saw his friends cheering for his accomplishment.
“Nice one, [M/N]!”
“Another win for you!”
Headcanons:
[m/n] is so in love with will that his friends have to tape his mouth shut if they don’t want to hear him talking about will this, or will that. it gets annoying.
the guys love will, don’t get me wrong, they just hate [m/n] for making the conversation all about his boyfriend. he’s in a relationship, they get it. no need to shove it down their throats with every chance he gets.
[m/n] told will that his friends know that they’re dating.
he was a little on edge to know that will wasn’t, well, straight.
[m/n] reassured him that they were cool, I mean, it was because of them they basically got to have a date back at the roller skating ring.
it made will feel happy to be accepted by a large number a guys.
it makes him even more happy that they’re happy [m/n]’s happy with someone that makes him feel the way he does. they tell will they’ve got his back if he ever needs it.
[m/n] more than once has will wearing his lettermen jacket, regardless of what people say.
will refused to wear it the first few times [m/n] asked him to wear it but was forced to wear it when [m/n] threw it at his face and ran away before will could give it back.
now [m/n] doesn’t get it back unless there’s a game.
totally worth it.
will totally shows up to [m/n] and his teams practices and their games. they all appreciate his attendance and whenever he’s there, they’re all at that a-game.
when [m/n] sees will in the crowd, especially if he’s wearing his jacket, it’s already over for the rivalling team.
he’s all the motivation they need.
will is totally their number one supporter.
jane noticed will has been happier as well, and without asking she already knew it had something to do with [m/n].
she saw the way will would look at [m/n]. he had that look in his eyes that sparkled whenever the boy was in the same room they were in or if he was brought up in a conversation. 
she might have accidentally caught the a few times together when will would sneak him in through the window so they could relax together or will would be sneaking out or back in from wherever [m/n] took him.
they had a sibling agreement to never bring this up.
joyce and jonathan had also noticed that will had being going out more and more.
they’d question him where he was going but fall short when they saw that oh so familiar lettermen jacket along with the sound of a honk.
peering out the window, there they saw their will rushing over to [m/n]’s pickup truck so the two of them can go out on a date. of course they don’t know that, but they’re happy will’s going out more.
will totally has [m/n] model for him when painting.
[m/n] blushed when will called him his muse, muttering the word under his breath more than once.
will always shows him what he’s working on and though [m/n] doesn’t have the best knowledge when it comes to art, he always shares his thoughts with will about what he likes about it.
will appreciated it.
together, the two of them are just so in love.
[m/n] doesn’t waste a second to show how committed he is to this relationship, always showering will in all the love his soul could pour out until he knew that will knew the extent he was willing to go to just to get a point across.
will also wanted to show [m/n] that what he felt for him couldn’t easily be replaced, that the only thing on his mind whenever they were together were the endless thoughts of how deeply in love he was with [m/n].
the two of them made it obvious that they were meant to be.
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skylarinfinity · 9 months
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joyce: [try to give m/n some advice] you know what people say “money can't buy happiness”
m/n: [shrugs] well yeah but i'm free of charge so let's go to the bed?
joyce: [sighed] yes i know we been dating for five years and will also see you as his dad.
m/n: ...okay? i'm free and good at sex so to the bedroom!
joyce: [shake her head] i not denying that but you need to stop talking like that it's make you sound like a prostitute....
m/n: [look at joyce with squinting eyes] how do you know what prostitute sound like?
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h-grangers · 2 years
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headcanons
will byers x male!reader
dating will byers would include :
<3 him painting you a picture on your birthday every year.
<3 you treat those pictures like leonardo da vinci himself painted them - they’re hung up in your room like they’re worth millions of dollars (and to you, they are)
<3 anyone who dares to call him zombie gets a harsh glare from you in their direction.
<3 but for will’s sake, you don’t resort to violence.
<3 summer 1985 is filled with cinema dates and shopping sprees.
<3 but most importantly, the two of you don’t stop playing DND.
<3 joyce had to confiscate the game for 24 hours after the two of you stayed up until 5:00 a.m. playing it.
<3 and when mike refuses to play, you and will start using his and el’s ‘curfew’ excuse to sneak away and start a new campaign in camp byers.
<3 you even suggest hanging up a ‘no mike wheelers allowed inside’ sign on the door, but will would rather not taint his relationship with mike any more than it has been.
<3 comforting him when he gets nightmares about the upside down.
<3 you promise him that you’ll do everything in your power to make sure he never goes back there, and you really do mean it.
<3 when will has to move to california, you help him pack everything.
<3 it distracted you from thinking about your future in hawkins without him.
<3 but you make plans to visit him during spring break.
<3 and spring break surprisingly came very quickly.
<3 the worst part wasn’t even the last class of the term feeling extremely long - it was sitting beside mike on a plane journey for hours and hours.
<3 when you meet will, el, jonathan and argyle at the airport, will immediately gives you the painting he made.
<3 you burst into tears and were so hysterical that you didn’t stop crying until you were walking into rink o mania.
<3 will was a pro at skating seeing as he was there almost all of the time.
<3 you on the other hand were like bambi on ice.
<3 you cling to will like your life depended on it.
<3 he didn’t care though, you two were together - and that’s all he wanted for the past 6 months.
helpppp i did NOT know how to end this, and i didn’t want to go into detail about season 4 because it’s extremely long but i may do a part two !
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spencerkellyv · 2 years
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May I please request for a will byers x male! reader where the reader is having a panic attack? How does will react? And what does he do in that kind of situation? :0
Thank you!
THE PLEASE AND THANK YOU OMFG👏👏
I liked writing this one so much too. My brain was literally flooded with ideas as soon as you asked for this!!!!
Anyways please enjoy
Warning this one has four categories to it lmao
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I’ve actually got categories and stuff for this one. So many scenarios popped in my head I just have to include them.
WHILE IN PUBLIC (IN A PUBLIC AREA):
When in public Will would probably notice signs of an oncoming panic attack pretty quick.
When a panic attack starts he would immediately get you somewhere as fast as possible. Those places being either:
Isolated
Somewhere you can sit down
Out of the building your in
He would stay with you the entire time
If his friends are around he immediately orders them to find you water and or a snack
He’s not big on PDA but he would still put his hands on yours and rub his thumbs over them
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As you walked through the mall with your friends your brain started feeling fuzzy. The background noise became oddly quiet while peoples words was too loud.
“Love, are you alright?” Will said to you quietly, his eyes filled with concern.
You didn’t turn your head to him immediately and when you did your eyes were wide and watery. Your shoulders moved up and down quickly and your hands were shaking.
Will recognized what was happening and immediately escorted you to the nearest bench to sit down. When one of your friends came over to check on you, Will sent them off to find you food and drink.
He, after getting your consent, grabbed your hands and used his thumbs to smooth over your knuckles in a repetitive pattern. He guided you through simple breathing exercises. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. Over and over and over again until you calmed down.
He smiled softly at you when you finally came back to him. “Hey baby are you alright? Do you want to leave? We can, I don’t mind I promise.”
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He won’t make you talk if you don’t want to
He will literally leave any event if you need him to
WHILE WITH FRIENDS (AT SOMEONES HOUSE FT. THE PARTY):
He is less likely to notice as fast when at a friends house
When he does notice he doesn’t make a scene, trying not to overwhelm you
Most of Will and your friends (as well as your friends parents) are used to Will’s panic attacks so they all spring into action when they see you.
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“Hey baby are you alright?” Will asks but he sounds distant. You feel tears slide down your cheeks but you aren’t even aware of them enough to wipe them away or blink.
When the others hear Wills words and look towards you they recognize what’s happening.
Mike goes off to find one of his parents as Will sits to your side trying to calm you down, using the all to familiar breathing exercises. His arm goes around your back to rub your shoulder and his other hand if holding yours.
He whispered soft encouragements into your ears along the lines of “hey calm down I’m right here” and “it’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”
When you finally do calm down Dustin hands you the bag of chips he was snacking on and you accept with a grateful smile. When Mike returns with his mom Will calmly explains to her what happened and she offers you a ride home.
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Will would sit close to you, making sure no one else got super close
If it was really bad he would take you home immediately, even volunteering to go get your bike the next day so that you don’t have to ride by yourself
AT THE BYERS HOUSEHOLD (FT. JOYCE AND JOHNATHAN):
If your in the Byers household Joyce would notice first (the woman cares for you so much change my mind)
Will would notice after his mom stared at you for an uncomfortable amount of time
Joyce being the mom she was would grab your hand while Will leaves to find you water.
When Will gets back Johnathan would also be in tow. Probably carrying some type of music track, hoping it’ll calm you down. He tries.
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“Hey honey are you ready to come back to us?” You hear Joyce Byers say softly as your mind clears up. “There he is.” She would say before stepping to the side so Will could kneel in front of you.
In the background you could hear music playing curtesy of Jonathan.
After you’d had a little while to recover, Will offers you his hand gently and asks you “do you want to dance with me?”
You giggle and give him your hand as he pulls you up. His favorite song “Should I Stay or Should I Go” just so happens to play. Also, you assume, curtesy of Johnathan.
The two of you dance together for a long time. A welcome distraction from the thoughts that overwhelmed you previously.
Eventually Joyce decides you can stay the night and you and Will head to bed together where he cuddles you until you fall asleep.
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Will is the KING of distracting you from your thoughts. Change my mind.
WHEN YOU ARE ALONE WITH HIM:
This is assuming you’re in his bed probably
When you’re alone his methods of calming you down gets more physical
He’d probably be sitting where your back is to his chest and you’d be in his lap, his attempt to keep you grounded
He’d place small kisses on whatever exposed skin he could access
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Will held you tightly as you followed his breathing patterns, though unlike you when he held for those seven seconds he placed soft kisses to your skin.
When you came out of it you turned around in his lap, now straddling him. You rested your forehead against his shoulder. Will moved his hand up to your hair and played with it as he hummed softly to you.
You feel your eyes go heavy and before you know it you’re sleeping in your boyfriends arms.
Doing his best not to wake you up. Will lays the two of you down. He doesn’t move to retrieve blankets, not wanting to risk disturbing your peaceful state. Will gives you soft kisses scattered on your face until he himself falls asleep. A soft smile on his face.
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If Joyce or Johnathan found you they’d 100% cover the two of you
No one really talks about it in the morning when the two of you walk out of his room together
THIS WAS BOTH THE MOST FUN YET MOST STRESSFUL THING IVE WRITTEN LITERALLY EVER. I hope you enjoy though <3
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i’m so desperate for x masc reader fanfics with my ideas that i may start writing, even though i’m 98% sure i’m a shit writer.
like i KNOW i can just request stuff, but i simply have too many ideas, generally very specific ideas (and the little things i have requested i’m pretty sure r never being done lmao)
the only thing i KNOW i could do right is shit like grammar and punctuation n shit, i’d check over whatever i wrote like six times 💀
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k1ss-m3-b3tt3r · 1 year
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𖣯 High as a Kite 𖣯
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pairing: jonathan byers x male! reader (romantic)
summary: smoking weed takes away the feeling of loneliness by providing you with the most perfect food combinations and your best friends. jonathan tries to confess but you cant comprehend a word he says, making him embarrassed and you, wearing fuzzy llama socks, screaming in laughter.
warnings: cursing, weed, awkward but cute fluff :)
a/n: i love fluff and have such a weak heart for jonathan! also happy yule!!! not revised btw
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you were always a stoner and somewhat a loner, until you met jonathan and argyle. whenever it was awkward, you would crack a joke and no one could stop laughing. its just something you picked up from high school a while back, the class clown title. you couldnt deal with emotions so getting high was comforting and you were better explaining how you feel while smoking.
while being a cool stoner, youre also oblivious as fuck. everyone notices and im pretty sure you lost most brain cells, but to jonathan you were perfect. not everything about you was perfect, definitely not, but the way you show that goofy smile really lights up the room was magical. it was a hard core crush at this point.
you were never really part of the group until last year, after all the shit that went down in hawkins. you started hanging out with argyle, liking his stoner ways and matched his energy perfectly. “we are all one with the world” and “bro think about it, we’re all just brains! i dont get why people could hate each other.” were things you said quite often while stoned.
today was the day though: to confess. jonathan was nervous, like extremely after the whole thing with nancy and the break up. it hurt him definitely but he decided it was time to actually get out there and do what he wants to do. jonathan invited you over, thinking about how to do this correctly, so he prepped himself, rehearsing the lines. all of a sudden, the doorbell rings.
“ill get it!” jonathan yells while getting off of his ass as quick as possible. his hands were pretty sweaty so he wiped it off, heading to the front door.
“whos that?” joyce says genuinely curious, but of course she rolls her eyes and puts her hand on her hip and steps in front of jonathan. “youre doing all the chores for a week if thats (y/n).” joyce smiles a cheeky grin.
the doorbell starts again, but this time being pressed on a thousand times. “IM COMING!!” joyce yells ignoring jonathan. “wait..!” he tells joyce but she ignores him. shes his mother after all, not the other way around.
once the doors open, (y/n) spins around. “heyyyy miss joyce!” she turns and looks at jonathan with the i knew it face. “uhh, want me to wait out here- nevermind its too cold..” (y/n) jogs inside and acts like its the coldest hes ever felt. jonathan just looks at him like hes an idiot. “come on, lets just go to my room” as he sighs to himself.
before they go anywhere, (y/n) whispers, “hey, bro, hey.. i got the good shit and i may have smoked half of it in my car, but i left you some!” “get your ass in the room!” jonathan mumbles in an exhausted but hushed voice, trying to get (y/n) into a room.
“uh, bye i guess miss joyce..?” “uh huh, you too (y/n)…” she gives a questioning voice with her brow raised, “dont get into any trouble!” (y/n) laughs it off and runs into the bedroom like an idiot. you can here the springs get hit on jonathans bed all the way from the door way.
jonathan gives a little grin, heading towards his room. when he gets there (y/n) is already bringing out the bong, packing it terribly since hes already high as a kite. “hey bro, you gotta check this shit out, its feisty! back i say, back!” while acting like the bag of weed is after him. jonathan laughs and sits on the bed, taking the whole bowl down in a few hits.
“what is in this (y/n)..?” jonathan starts to feel prickles in his legs and his eyes droop. “i told its good shit! i know the best people my man” (y/n) packs another bowl and starts hitting that shit like crazy.
ten minutes later, theyre starting at the ceiling, on the floor of course. jonathan looks over and catches the other guys face, its practically glowing. the guy sits up and looks towards jonathan with his eyes glazed over. “bro… what did i come over here for again..?” jonathan hesitates, “um, i dont know..” jonathan turns away thinking about the confession hes supposed to make but clearly doesnt remember what he practiced.
“damn.. you know man, you cant lie to me even if im high,” (y/n) says as he ruffles his hair and stands up, walking in circles because it “feels good” as you can quote it. “ok ok, i just have to say one thing i guess?” (y/n) stops and stares at him, while jonathan is taking in all his features, down to his beautiful eyes and.. llama socks..??
jonathan sighs, sitting up and rubbing his hands against his face. “umm, (y/n)?” “yuh?” jonathan laughs and just says, “yuh? what does that even mean mannn?” (y/n) looks at him and bursts out laughing. jonathan looks at his hands, “what was i saying?” “bro, i cant even remember what we’ve done for the past uhhh i dont know twelve minutes?” “uh huh, really specific there (y/n)..” (y/n) just grins.
(y/n) stares at the llama socks and whispers, “i think theyre watching me…” jonathan stands up, urgently, asking who is while looking outside. “…the llamas bro…” jonathan looks at him as (y/n) makes that goofy grin. that goofy grin lit up his heart and he realizes what this whole thing was about. he sits next to (y/n) and give him a shy smile.
“ok so um..” jonathan thinks for a moment before blurting out, “i think im in love with you?” (y/n) jolts up and looks at jonathan. “i dont think ive eaten anything today. should i be worried? will i die?” “did you even hear what i said?” jonathan laughs and touches the other guys hand. “i. am. in. love. with. you. does that make sense??” (y/n) just looks at jonathan then looks at his hand and then the door. “if you really love me, get me food my guy.” jonathan sits dumbfounded as (y/n) says that, wondering how he even fell in love with the guy, before laughing. “alright, deal i guess??”
jonathan goes out of his room a little embarrassed, while (y/n) was doing something wild most likely. as soon as jonathan gets back with the food, you have already made a nest out of blankets and pillows on the floor. “what…??” jonathan takes a second before speaking again, “what are you doing?” (y/n) raised his hand, telling jonathan to stop speaking.
“i made a nest and i love you too loser.” (y/n) sits on the floor in his new nest, cuddled up in a ball. jonathan was too stunned to speak. he had to think about what was happening and almost dropped the chips he had in his hand. “so, you made me get food, built a nest, and now you say you love me??” “well..” (y/n) looks around, “yes? now get in.”
jonathan sits in the “nest” and (y/n) immediately pulls jonathan towards him, while sitting quietly. “you know you should brush your hair, its starting to look like an actual nest. jonathan starts laughing and fixing his hair. “is that better?” (y/n) looks at his nest below him and then looks back at jonathan, nodding to himself. “thatll do just fine.” (y/n) soft kisses his head.
jonathan looks around at the nest and then at the bags of chips before looking back at (y/n) again. “youre smoking privileges are being revoked after this.” jonathan laughs and (y/n) gives him a knowing look. “sure thing dude.. sure thing..”
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froggo-is-here · 2 years
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It's time for some more Headcanons!!
Male!Reader x Will Byers
♡ Will would love messing with your hair, you two would be sitting in his room, you on the floor drawing, leaning your head onto his lap as he is sitting on his bed
♡ Joyce loves when you come over, you and Johnathan are pretty chill and El loves having you around and asking you for all the gossip between you and will. Argyle and you get along well too mainly because you slipped him a 10 for extra pineapple
♡ You and Will are skating around in Rink- O'- Mania, while El and Mike are catching up which gives you both the chance to request a song and slow dance on skates which is fucking adorable.
♡ You traveled with will too and from California you and came into his life during the dance, you made him laugh and that was all you wanted from then on, to hear his laugh
♡ When the two of you got bored you would either draw, or bake it was strange and also it was mainly you baking because Will would rather eat your apple pie than spill the filling... again
♡ Ever since you found out about the upside down you would carry either a knife or a gun and if either of those got confiscated you carried the sharpest pair of fucking scissors in the world
♡ While Will is still recovering from nightmares there is only one answer to distract him.
Late Night Dance Parties
♡ Will is so inlove with you, to the point of no return, he holds you close at night to be sure you nothing happens to you
♡ He probably fully realised he loved you when you fucking knocked the shit out of a Russian at Star Court
♡ Hugs from the back that's all I gotta say
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skinnywalker · 2 years
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I don't care what anyone says, I would be so good to Joyce >:(
She's the ultimate Milf
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Stranger Things
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I'm looking for my step sister. Small, redhead, bit of a bitch.
Billy Hargrove
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Why not date somebody you actually enjoy being around?
Dustin Henderson
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Friends don´t lie
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Maybe I just kill Mike, I´m the Chief, I could cover it up
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Sometimes people don´t really say what they´re really thinking
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I don´t care if anyone believes me!
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I don´t want a letter. I don´t need a letter. Just talk to me
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There are some things worse than gohst
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Something is coming... something hungry for blood
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Every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing that thing
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I can´t believe I´m gonna die in a secret russian base with Steve ´the hair´Harrington
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Turns out I´m a pretty damn good babysitter
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COSMIC - S2:E5; Chapter Five, Dig Dug - [Pt. 2]
A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series
𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘯-𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. “𝘣𝘰𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯” 𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮.
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El opens her eyes, finding herself in the familiar dark and damp setting. In the distance, she sees a bed. The covers are hanging off the mattress and grazing the water only she can see. She walks forward towards the bed cautiously, unsure if the figure lying in it is awake. As she approaches the bed she can make out more details.
The comforter is dotted with leaves and vines, intricate and faded flora in various hues sprinkle the vines, and there at the head of the bed are a few embroidered pillows that look older and handed down. The figure on the mattress is lost in sleep, his limbs splayed out in many different directions. The figure is still dressed, clothes El has seen at least once before. The boy wearing them is hugging his pillow, a small frown etched on his face as he is troubled and tired.
El is in front of him now, just at his bedside and she can't help but take note of the drying circles on his pillow where the boy had been crying.
What could have happened? And would she be making it worse if she were to wake him and share with him what she had to share? El couldn't help but wonder.
But she also knew he would want to know. And she did miss her friend terribly. After all, they were from the same place and Y/n had every right to know about his own past as much as El did.
Not waiting any longer, she reached out and laid a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder. Nothing happened and so she gently shook him. Much to her delight, Y/n moved slightly, which meant it was working. She shook again and only then did she allow herself to speak.
"Y/n? Y/n!"
His eyes fluttered open and he caught sight of El. He peered up at her through his lashes, a groggy and confused look on his face.
"El?"
She nodded, a weak smile flickering across her lips.
"What are you doing here? Am I dreaming?"
She shook her head no.
"No. But I am real."
"I-I don't understand."
"I found my Mama."
There was a significant beat of silence as Y/n fought the losing battle with his heavy eyelids and the disbelief attempting to coax him back to sleep. "Wait... what? Y-you're saying... you found your mom? That's great," Y/n mumbled. He could feel himself slipping back under, more and more convinced his dreaming mind had conjured his friend.
Yet something within him told him to keep fighting. To tread desperately against the waves of sleep and maintain conversation with the El he was somehow seeing before him. But something about the devastating events of the previous night had left him so tired and Y/n couldn't be sure what he was seeing or hearing was real.
"There's something else." said El.
Y/n applied all the strength he could muster to keep his eyes open, they felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds. He hummed a 'what' in response, unprepared for the glint it summoned in his best friend's eye.
"Proof."
"I don't understand. What proof, El?"
That glint in her brown eyes grew, and more than ever Y/n was sure what he was seeing was real. Nothing else could have given him heart such a hopeful shiver. Nothing else but the words El spoke to him next.
"Where you come from."
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Will bolts up straight in a cold sweat, gasping for air. His bangs cling to his forehead and he is gasps for breath.
"Will?" Mike sits up startled from his nest on the floor, looking up worriedly at his best friend. He is still dressed in his clothes from the previous day, his hood perched on his head. "What's wrong?"
Will turns to Mike with a sudden and eerie calm, a single and sharp look of fear that managed to drain all remaining light in his eyes.
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Joyce was sat in the middle of her living room, lost in a trance as she gazes at the maze of paper tunnels. The small calls for her from Will are lost to her, and it is not until she feels a light touch on her shoulders that she is pulled from this trance.
"Mom?"
Joyce gasped in surprise but readjusts quickly for her son. "Yeah?"
Will was crouching down, concern etched in his features and Mike stands just a few feet away. "I saw him," Will says gravely.
"You saw who, baby?"
"Hopper," Joyce frowns slightly, and she can feel her blood run cold at her son's words. "I think he's in trouble. I think he's going to die."
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Hopper gasps for air as he is ripped from unconsciousness. His bulging eyes frantically take in the details of his surroundings as the memories of what had happened come flooding back. He collects himself to the best of his ability, and scrambles to his feet. The man knows he can't last long without fresh air and the particles floating amongst the smog would do him no good. His senses overwhelm him and already his body is rejecting the environment and toxic air. He doubles over as his body ejects the contents of his stomach.
Hopper grunts in disgust, the bile burning his throat and tongue. Though he doesn't allow himself any more time to waste, knowing he had to find the exit. He grabs his hat, returning it to his head before finding the flashlight beside him and climbing to his feet. Hopper's free hand finds the ceiling of the slimy dank tunnels and allows the pads of his fingers and palm to trace the flora as he speeds down the familiar path. Just as he had feared, he found no breaks, the hole he had dug had in fact closed up. Hopper was now standing in a dead end.
"Shit!"
He reminds himself to steady his breathing. He knows now he has no immediate way out. No source of fresh oxygen and he knew he must save his breath. He is able to subdue the sporadic thoughts of panic racing in his mind, and he all he allows himself to think about is his oxygen intake. Even if he slowed his breathing he was still at risk of the toxic spores hanging in the air.
A little light bulb goes off in his head and he takes out his pocket knife, opening it up and raising it to his shoulder. He has to place the flashlight between his teeth in order to make a clean cut, but he is able to create a rip in the fabric. With one swift movement, Hopper tears the left sleeve off his uniform. Removing the flashlight from his mouth, he ties the sleeve over his face crafting a crude air filtration, somewhat safe from the deadly spores around him.
Calming his racing heart he treads on in the direction he had come. But he comes to a reluctant stop, the beam from his flashlight shifting uncertainly between a fork in the tunnel. He could not remember where he had come from. Hopper does not know why but his mind takes him to El. The familiar feeling of warmth and joy she brought to his dull life sparks in his chest and a terrible thought strikes him.
What if he never saw her again?
Their last interaction would be the terrible words exchanged and the mess left behind. And worst of all, she would be alone and in danger. He couldn't let that happen, and he promised himself he would get himself out. And apologize, work things out like he should have the prior morning. They would play games together again, do puzzles and even fix up the TV and continue their western marathons. He would read to her again every night, hell maybe he could find some more of Sarah's old books and--
Hansel and Gretel. He chuckles lightly under his breath. Half in relief and a half in disbelief for not thinking of it before. Hopper reaches into his left breast pocket and retrieves the stash of cigarettes. He's thankful he had grabbed a fresh pack. He took a single stick in his fingers and broke it in half, discarding the piece on the path, beginning his trail.
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Mrs. Henderson shivers as she steps into her front room. She had spent all morning looking for Mews, she had even brought the feline's favorite toy, shaking the bell attached knowing she usually came running. Her spirits perked when she saw Dustin on the phone.
"Dusty, baby, you're sure she's not in your room?"
Dustin gulped, thankful his back was to his mother and she could not see his widened eyes. He holds a finger out for a pause, mindlessly mumbling an 'uh-huh'.
He does his best to ignore the operator on the line as he pretends to be taking a phone call. He hoped it was enough to fool his mother.
"Thank you so much, Mr. McCorkle. Thank you so much. You are a true life-saver. Thank you... All right. Have a good one. Bye-bye, now... All right... you too."
Mrs. Henderson felt a wave of relief wash over her hearing her son's words.
"Alright, great news," Dustin said, turning to her and hanging up the phone.
"They found her?" Her voice shook as she spoke.
"No," he said gently, stepping towards her mother. "But they saw her, wandering Loch Nora,"
Even her breath was trembling as she fought back sobs of relief.
"How did the poor baby get all the way over there?"
"I don't know, lost I guess," Dustin cooed. "But they're gonna look for her and I'll stay here, just in case they call again. And you're gonna go help look? Yeah?"
He tried to ignore the clenching feeling of guilt around his heart, giving his mother false hope like this. She smiled through her sobs and nodded eagerly.
"Give me a hug, give me a hug," She gratefully hugged him, trying to swallow the lump in her throat. "You're gonna find her, alright?"
Mrs. Henderson backed away eagerly, nodding her head trying to convince herself that they would find her beloved cat.
"We can find her." He said reassuringly.
"We can find her." She repeated eagerly.
Mrs. Henderson grabbed her keys off the counter and headed towards the door.
She looked to her youngest son and sniffled, her voice was still slightly shaky.
"Dusty," another sniffle. "Honey, check on your brother, sweetie. He came home awfully upset again, and-and you let him know where I'm going, okay?"
"Of course, yeah, uh-huh."
"C-cause, I'm sure he'll be glad to hear they saw Mews. You let him know, okay baby?"
"Of course. I will go check on him right now. Okay. Hey,"
She paused at the front door, looking back at her son.
"I love you." Dustin blew a kiss at his mother, a fake smile plastered on her face.
She reciprocated, unknowingly the only genuine.
"I love you,"
"I love you"
"I love you,"
"Alright go, alright," He eased her out the door with encouragement and a thumbs up.
His smile did not falter until she had closed the front door.
Now to get Y/n out of the house.
||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||
I nearly lost my balance as I slip the left shoe over my foot. I grabbed my bag and rifled through it once more making sure I had everything I needed.
I still can't believe I'm doing this. I just hope it was truly real, and I'm not just doing this for nothing. But it had to be real, it had to be.
"Meet me at nine-four-five. Outside Mirk-wood."
"El?"
"Don't tell. Anyone."
She vanished before I could say anything else. I vaguely remember seeing her in my room, but at the same time, she wasn't completely real. She almost looked transparent. The only thing convincing about all this was what she had said to me at the school. She had a way of contacting me. This must be it.
Everything was in my bag, by now I have triple-checked, but I still don't feel quite ready. Then again, I don't know if I'll ever be prepared to find out what happened to me, but I don't want to let that stop me.
I took a deep breath, willing away the nerves bubbling in my stomach to the best of my ability. My bag over my shoulder, I turned the doorknob and the door swung open. I flinched when I saw Dustin on the other side with a look of surprise. His fist was hung in the air, as if he was about to knock. He dropped it just as soon.
My eyes dropped to my bag nervously before fleeting back to his, hoping he didn't notice the grip on bag-strap tightening.
"I'm going to Will's. Mike and I are gonna stay the night with him, and make sure he's alright."
Dustin seemed to process this but he blinked soon enough, shaking himself from shock. I could have sworn he seemed relieved, and I could feel relief myself. Until he gently grabbed my shoulders as if I were a bomb about to explode and speaking to me with a really weird look in his eye. Now I'm just disturbed.
"That's great, you should do that. You should definitely do that. He really needs you,"
As if this morning wasn't already perfectly strange, Dustin began guiding me down the hall and towards the front door, still talking in that creepy, "soothing" spa tone. I didn't linger on it too much before I started worrying about what I was about to do. I was so excited at the possibility of seeing El again, but where are we going and how long am I gonna be gone?
I realized we were nearing the door and I hadn't even registered that he had been talking to me.
"...at Loch Nora, looking. And don't worry, I'll man the phones. You just worry about Will, alright?"
I mindlessly mumbled an "uh-huh" and I turned to home when I reach the door.
"Dustin?"
He blinked lightly and continued in that weird soothing voice. I shrugged it off, too wracked with guilt that I was basically leaving my family, who loved and cared for me to find someone I didn't even know.
I looked him in the eye, and I felt something rare. Rare for the two of us at least. Genuine admiration. I thought of all the fun and harmless little pranks we'd pull on Mom together. The late nights monster movies competitions to see who would get scared first (more specifically, who could could scare the other first). Or the times he looked out for me, and how much he genuinely cared about me despite how much he drives me up the wall.
"I love you,"
Before I could acknowledge any odd looks from him I wrapped him in a hug. I fully expected a snarky response or an awkward pat or even something in between. But to my great surprise, he reciprocated.
"I love you too," he said. "And don't you worry, we'll find her."
My eyes opened, still locked in an embrace with my brother as I frowned.
What?
"What? Find who?"
We both pulled away and it was his turn to look confused.
"Mews."
"Mews is missing? Since when?"
"I just-- I just told you." He blinked several times but shook his head, slowly gesturing me out the door once more. "It's no big deal. Mews got out the other night and long story short, someone saw her wandering around in Loch Nora but Mom is headed there now. Don't even worry about it, okay?"
I nodded, my mind still racing with far too many thoughts. My eyes and hand fell to the doorknob and I gave my brother one last glance before I disappear out the front door.
||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||
Unbeknownst to the two of them, the Henderson siblings stood on either side of the door, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief.
Y/n tightens the grip on his bag and began walking towards the garage out of habit until he saw his bike laying in the grass where he had left it the previous night. He sighed and grabbed his bike only to realize the rubber around the handlebars had been melted down. A rough and messy shape of where his hands had been was now clear underneath it all on the metal core of the bike's structure. He gasped, examining the odd sight until his mind wandered to the previous night.
He realized now why the handlebars of his bike had felt so slippery. He had inadvertently melted the rubber handled off of his bike. His eyes fell back to the grass as fast as the memory came flooding back to him: the perfect handprint singed into the grass remained at the dead center of a single dead patch of grass about two feet in diameter. His heart leapt into his throat as he looked all around for prying eyes. When he found none, he grasped the handles with care and casually buried the handprint with a layer of scattered autumn leaves. It wasn't a permanent fix. Maybe not even a temporary one. But it made him feel better if not for the few seconds it took him to refocus on his task.
Y/n managed it with a small shake of his head. Nine twenty, he had to get moving. Mounting his bike, he cast one last longing glance at his home, reassuring himself that what he was doing was right. Not a moment longer he disappeared around the corner and into a path amongst the trees.
Dustin lay on his hands and knees below the front window. He winced at the slight prickling feeling of rug burn that had managed to get to him through his jeans. As Y/n had retrieved his bike from the grass, he sped to the window, waiting for confirmation that Y/n had finally left.
Unfortunately for him, Y/n turned and looked back at the house, and he cursed himself for allowing himself the vulnerability. He had to drop down onto the floor to avoid being seen by his brother, but luckily he had just missed him. Moments passed and when he couldn't hear his soft but identifiable footsteps nearing the porch he knew it was safe to peek. Sure enough, he saw Y/n disappear around the corner down the road, a small cluster of leaves flying off the ground at his climbing speed.
He jumped to his feet and ran outside through the back door. He ripped open the cellar doors and retreated into the house. He didn't stop running until he reached the hall closet and ripped them open. He turned on the light, the metal chain swinging back and forth, even hitting him as he bent down to retrieve his gear.
He was grateful he kept his and Y/n's old baseball stuff. He remembered the day he and Y/n saw a program on TV and the kids were playing baseball. That same day, the pair begged and pleaded with their mother for the gear and when she finally caved, Y/n and Dustin spent all of summer break out in their backyard. Granted they were new to it and barely managed to hit the ball more than five times between the two of them but they had a blast. Of course, they usually played with the rest of the party, and Dustin was almost always the umpire, given he had gear for it. As for Y/n, he had a pretty decent arm, he made the best pitcher out of the group. Naturally though, school rolled around again and the following summer was when their little group officially became the Party in what became their very first campaign.
Dustin was thankful he and his brother had been so damn stubborn and he was certainly very thankful his mother had gotten them what they had so desperately wanted. He always had been, truthfully. Especially considering all they could afford before was half a set of hockey equipment from a garage sale the year before ( yet another treat their mother spoiled them with as an early holiday gift). It had entertained them for years. Now, more importantly, he had protection from Dart.
He tossed everything in the living room and went to the kitchen. Ripping open the fridge door he grabbed every variety of meat he could find. His confident urgency wavered only slightly when he approached his closed door. He began the trail of meat stretching from outside his bedroom door to the cellar in the outside. He closed every other door in the house as a precaution and suited up. His usual hat lay discarded on the living room chair in exchange for his umpire helmet. To top it all off, his mother's (second) nicest pair of oven mitts covered his hands. Not ideal for the situation but was the best he could find.
Now completely geared up, he grabbed his hockey stick just for short measure. He stood outside his room, careful not to step on the trail of bologna, and got ready to run.
"Alright, Dart," He called. "Breakfast time,"
Not allowing himself to think about it any longer he ripped open the door and started running. A mantra slipped from his mouth as he wobbled through the house, his gear restricting his speed.
"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."
He was outside now, and he had already heard light thumps of wet feet behind him. He did his best to speed up and before he knew it he was safe in the shed.
Panting heavily and still trying to calm his racing heart, Dustin stepped towards the shed walls. He peered through a slit in the boards and waited for the slimy figure to emerge from the open door.
"Come on, I know you're hungry" he mumbled.
Dustin gasped when he saw Dart trudge down the steps. Just as he had predicted, Dart was happily gobbling up every slice of bologna and ham in the trail Dustin laid out.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," he mumbled.
He had to move around the shed to see Dart approach the open cellar doors. Everything had been going so smoothly. Up until Dart whipped around and looked Dustin dead in the eye. He knew it was impossible, given the critter had no face and all that. But he could just feel it.
His eyes widened and he gasped in fear, hoping Dart hadn't seen him. Like with Y/n, he waited a moment. There was no sign of movement and Dustin stepped forward. Only to find Dart just outside the shed. He jumped back, his own back to the wooden wall as he gripped the hockey stick closer to his chest.
Dustin could now hear the pitter-patter of Dart's small webbed feet and he knew it was now or never. It was his fault for bringing Dart into the house, and it was his fault for ignoring the other's logic and lying about Dart's whereabouts. And it was time to fix it. Taking several deep breaths, Dustin ripped open the shed door, startling Dart in the process, and charged after said critter he had once believed so fiercely to be good.
Dart retreated frightfully, an image that instilled more guilt in Dustin's heart. Nevertheless, with a scream tearing from his throat, Dustin gave the hockey stick in hand a great swing. His eyes hadn't been open to see it, but he felt the jolt of the strike hitting Dart. The next thing he knew Dart went flying, miraculously hitting the open cellar door and tumbling inside.
Dustin ran to the cellar, and just as he began closing the doors, an angry and betrayed Dart charged up the stairs after him. Feeling guilty, frightened, and utterly exhausted, Dustin collapsed on the closed cellar doors. He could feel his body jerk and move as Dart attempted to break the doors down but it was no use. Dustin was grateful he was wearing leg padding, he could feel his shins digging into the steel edge of the cellar entrance.
"I'm sorry," he said, ignoring the chitters from the cellar and dropping his chin on the metal with a pout. "But you ate my cat."
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My eyes scan the trees as I breeze down Mirkwood. I feel a chill run down my spine but I can't quite tell if it's from the cold autumn air or what's to come. I almost miss it, but I break on my bike quickly when I see a small figure standing amongst the trees. Its El. She's dressed in a mix of browns and grays and her dark hair blends in with the bark of the trees.
My bike makes an awful screech as the tires skid across the pavement and I cringe. So does El, I notice but she's happy all the same. She steps forward out of the trees and I dismount the bike, propping it up on its kickstand.
We meet in an embrace and I smile at the contact. It was real. She was real and I was actually getting to see her again. I don't fail to appreciate the tight squeeze she gives the hug just before we separate.
"I'm so glad you're here. I was worried I dreamt it all. How are you? Is everything okay?"
She nodded, and the smallest of excited smiles tugged at her lips. "I found Mama."
"So you really did find your mom, huh?" I ask hopefully, tugging anxiously at the hem of my sleeves.
El's smile grew only slightly and she nodded once more.
"I also found something else."
I nodded, encouraging her to continue.
"The 'Missing Experiment'."
A silence hung in the air sharper than any autumn wind currently biting at my skin.
"Is that... ?" I felt the words die on my tongue and I try again. "So, I really am...?"
El looked at me, sympathy in her eyes and she nodded again.
"Yes," she croaked.
I wasn't quite sure what to say. Of course I knew on some level I was connected to that place in some way, ever since everything that happened the previous year. That wasn't what was so shocking. What was shocking was just how hard it was hitting me, now more than ever. Something about those three words made everything more real. Cause sure, blasting people with heat waves, healing wounds and popping popcorn with my bare hands when no one is looking for practise isn't reality enough its this that gets me. The Missing Experiment.
I guess everything about it drives home exactly what I was intended to be--what El was for most of her life and still technically is: an experiment. It's what almost was. And it's horrifying.
"Y/n?"
I felt a gentle hand on my arm bringing me out of my spiraling thoughts and it's not until I'm caught in the overwhelming look of sympathy I see in El's eyes that I realize just how scared I must seem. But I feel it melting away the more El holds my gaze. I'm suddenly reminded of our conversation last year on the tracks and just how much she had helped. It was no different now. Something about the look in her eyes and the comforting touch that came from a deeper understanding was enough to subdue any lingering unease.
And part of her must have known it. A hopeful, almost nervous smile of sorts replaced the lost look to have been growing in her eye and she pulled her hand away. Aprehensively, she shuffled back and forth once or twice on her feet, and her hands kept falling to her shoulder bag hanging at her side.
"I think," she continued. "Mama could tell us more. Maybe."
That feeling in my gut solidified. The one that had been growing since this morning. But for once I wasn't scared of it. This was it. The question of who I was and how I found myself to be another target of the bad men--the bad man, the one who almost caught us, the one who El called Papa. The one who called me Nine. The Missing Experiment...
"Well," I said, taking a breath to collect myself. "We better go then, huh?"
||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||
El nodded, and Y/n returned to his bike, El following noiselessly behind. Y/n perked up at the memory and he looked back to El, patting his bike.
"After I lost my bike in the chase last year, my mom got me a new one for the holidays. I have an extra seat, just like Mike's!"
El smiled and stepped forward, and Y/n turned his bike around so it was facing the road. He looked at El once more.
"So, where are we headed?"
"Five-One-Five, Larrabe"
"Um," Timid confusion crossed Y/n's features. "Do you by any chance know what part of town that is?"
El thought about it for a moment but shook her head. Y/n pressed his lips into a firm line as he thought about it aloud.
"Well, we could always ask for directions, I mean I would, so you could stay hidden. I think there's a--"
"Hitch-hike!" El said suddenly as the idea came to her.
"What?"
"Hitch-hike! Like TV,"
Y/n blinked several times, searching his brain for one of millions of ways to begin as to why that was such a bad idea. All he could do was shake his head, sputtering with a nervous laugh.
"El, we can't--"
But El was too focused on her mission, and much to her delight - and Y/n's chagrin - she heard the deep rumbles of an engine growing louder. She walked past Y/n to stand on the edge of the concrete road and stuck her thumb out.
"El, what are you doing? They'll see you, never mind that, do you know how dangerous that is for us?"
Her thumb still out, El turned to look at her best friend with a deeply confused look on her face.
"Why us?"
Once again, Y/n was at a loss for words. Without a response, he returned his attention to the road where a large truck came to slow. Y/n's heart began to pound faster and in a desperate attempt to save his friend and himself, he dropped his bike and stepped forward to stop El. But El was one step ahead and Y/n's eyes widened when he stopped abruptly, his feet rooted to the ground.
He looked to his feet in fear, and back to El, gaping.
"Hey! What the hell?!" Y/n tried to remain calm, but it was a challenging feat seeing the truck grow closer, words tumbled out of him in a hurry. "El, I promise you we can find another way but this is not a good idea, trust me. He could hurt us,"
El turned back to look at Y/n and gave him an incredulous smile.
"Y/n," she eased. "We can defend ourselves, remember?"
Y/n felt the invisible hold on his legs release and he tried his best not to stumble forward in an awkward fashion. Before he could get another word in, the truck pulled to a stop in front of El and the passenger window rolled down. It was a man with a beard and a trucker hat. He looked at the pair with genuine worry for them, which put Y/n's mind at ease in just the slightest.
"You both alright?"
El was quick to answer before Y/n could protest.
"We need a ride home. Five-one-five Larrabee"
The man seemed taken aback, and he looked around for any sign of their parents.
"Well, uh, sure I guess. You guys a long way from home?"
El nodded and stepped forward. She felt a hand on her wrist and she looked to find Y/n giving her one last pleading look.
El lowered her voice and spoke to her friend gently (and quietly).
"It will be okay, we can protect ourselves. But I'm going Y/n, you can come if you want."
With that, she stepped forward and stood on the tips of her toes to open the passenger door. Y/n felt the surge of anxiety in his stomach, everything warning him against this. But El was getting into a big truck with a strange man, he knew he couldn't stop her, but he had to make sure she was okay. Y/n kicked himself for what he was about to do, never more angered by any decision he has ever made.
And against his better judgment, Y/n climbed into the truck after El.
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The Witcher: (TB) Jaskier- Big Girl (August 6th, 2022)
Stranger Things: (TE) Joyce Byers- Dismayed (August 9th, 2022)
The Witcher: (TH) Ciri- The Lost Sister ( August 17th, 2022)
Stranger Things: (TE) Joyce & Bob- Dating Them (August, 21st, 2022)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Strings (September 1st, 2022)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Live,Life,Love (October 8th, 2022)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson-All For You (October 22nd, 2022)
The Walking Dead: (TL) Rick Grimes- That Girl (October 28th, 2022)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Toxic Love (December 5th, 2022)
The Witcher: (TH) Geralt of Rivia- Lessons (December 21st, 2022)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Christmas Morning (January 6th, 2023)
The Witcher: Radovid x Adda- Little Thief (February 25th, 2023)
The Witcher: (TM) Yennefer- In love (March 2nd, 2023)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Battleground (March 13th, 2023)
Resident Evil 8: (HM) Salvatore Moreau- Clingy (March 15th, 2023)
The Witcher: (TH) Geralt of Rivia- Brutal Life (March 17th, 2023)
The Witcher: (TH) Geralt of Rivia- Pained (March 20th, 2023)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Birthday Boy (March 29th, 2023)
The Witcher: (TH) Vernon x Ciri- Just Love Me (May 30th, 2023)
The Witcher: (TH) Vernon x Ciri- The Loves (July 1st, 2023)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Blessing (July 25th, 2023)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Mean Dreams (July 28th, 2023)
The Witcher: (TH) Geralt Of Rivia- Spell Bound (August 28th, 2023)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Playmates (August 30th, 2023)
The Witcher: (TB) Jaskier- Runaway Princess (September 24th, 2023)
The Walking Dead: (TW) Negan Smith- Blend In (September 27th, 2023)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- The Long First Day (November 4th, 2023)
Stranger Things: (TA) Eddie Munson- Best Sort Of Surprise (January 12th, 2024)
Marvel: (TR) (TASM) Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy- Wife Treatment (February 10th, 2024)
Resident Evil 8: (HH) Professor!Heisenberg x Student!Female Reader- Needy Little Girl (03/03/24)
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