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Despite the fact that he had been spending the past three years intermediately dealing with the supernatural, Lucas had to admit, his life was going pretty damn good. Like okay. Yes, he almost certainly had a case of PTSD going on from all the demons and monsters he’d been forced to encounter, and the murders he’d unfortunately witnessed.
But like, besides that, his first year of highschool was kind of awesome? He made it on the basketball team, varsity, despite being a freshman. Something that hadn’t happened since Steve was in school. And yeah, maybe he was a benchwarmer in a way Steve hadn’t been, but whatever. He was still on the team!
Max freaking Mayfield was somehow still his girlfriend, a miracle in and of itself considering all of the insane shit she’d gone through. He was, for literally the first time in his life actually within the popular crowd, or at least popularish, all while not having to give up any of the silly, nerdy things that used to make him a target in the first place. And okay, maybe he wasn’t expressly advertising the full extent of his obsession with Hellfire with his teammates, but whatever. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Besides, his best friends would always come first, even if they were all really annoying about his new interest in sports.
Everyone except Steve, who was the only one outside of his dad who was actually proud of him for pursuing something new. And that wasn’t even mentioning how the guy had taken the time to practice with him every weekend for months in preparation for try-outs. And he knew so freaking much. That was one perk of having a head basketball coach that had been around for twenty years, the alumni were definitely able to teach you all their plays. Lucas could nearly read the head coach’s mind by the time the official season rolled around, all thanks to Steve.
Steve who, in Lucas’ humble opinion, did not get enough credit for being their coolest friend. Yeah Eddie was great, more than great, he was awesome but… Lucas couldn’t help but think that it was Eddie who was lucky to have Steve, not the other way around. He loved both of them to death, but it was Steve who got his ass handed to him by Billy Hargrove to keep Lucas safe and who fought demodogs with nothing but a bat. All in the same day. It was Steve who helped to keep his dumbass sister alive when she thought it was a good idea to get involved with the Upside Down shit, and who hit a possessed racist with a stolen car right before he almost killed them all.
Lucas thought he was badass, even if he kind of acted like a lame, overprotective dad half the time. Steve had earned the paranoia when it came to their safety, especially since he was one of the only reasons he and all of his friends were even alive.
He was just… cool. And probably none of his friends would agree with him on this, but he was kind of… suave? With the hair and the cool car and the no-fucks-given attitude. And yeah, maybe working at a video store in a silly little vest while living in his boyfriend’s lap didn’t exactly match the image, but whatever. Steve would always be cool to him, even if the rest of the world couldn’t see it.
He would be the coolest person he knew if he wasn’t aware of a literal superhero and his own super, awesome girlfriend. But he was a solid third place. Max, El, then Steve. And maybe it was a little insane to put Max above the girl with superpowers, but hey, she’d earned it. And he was horribly biased, but sue him. Not many people could roll with the punches in the way that girl could. Or be that funny while going through such a few hellish years.
Lucas was just happy that she lived near Eddie and Steve, especially since her mom’s embarrassing mental breakdown. He kind of hated the woman for making Max’s life more difficult than it already was, but he kept that one to himself. It wouldn’t help anything but God, did he wish that she could get it the fuck together for once in her damn life.
Even with her shitty mom, Max was never alone, not if Lucas could help it. Though things had been pretty rough for a second there. She had dumped him pretty soon after Billy had passed away, not that he minded. Lucas was willing to go through their stupid cycle of breaking up and getting back together for the rest of his life if it meant being with her. But that last time had felt too… real for his liking. Not because of anything he did, but just from the fact she couldn’t handle having a boyfriend, her mother’s marriage falling apart, and the guilt from her step brother dying all in one go.
Though eventually she did reach back out and they at least got to stay friends. A friendship that didn’t last long. He had really tried not to let his feelings get in the way of being there for her, but the love he had was too obvious to be ignored forever. He was just lucky as fuck that she still felt the same way. And Lucas hadn’t been messing around when it came to his second chance. His dorky side had definitely come in handy for his overnight transformation into the best boyfriend ever. He forced Eddie and his own mom to give him some cooking lessons. Because if Max’s shitty parent couldn’t provide what she needed, then fuck it. Lucas would. And the smile she would give him every time he’d bring her a homemade lunch or dinner was so worth Erica making fun of him for being whipped. He was even taking notes on all of the successful relationships he knew, going as far as interviewing his own parents and Steve and Eddie like the little weirdo he was. But all tips were necessary for him not to mess this up.
And it did help. He got her to open up, slowly but surely. He got the chance to actually be there for her, and that’s all he really wanted. And it had been so freaking worth it. She was smiling again, laughing and being herself despite the crappy circumstances surrounding her life. And outside of Steve and his dad, she was the only one who actually gave a shit about his basketball games. She was always at every one of them with no complaints, despite the fact that he knew it wasn’t her thing. She would even get mad at the others for not taking it seriously on his behalf, and she had forced Dustin and Mike to start going through intimidation alone.
She was always able to say the quiet part loud, a talent that was definitely a godsend for his current situation.
Lucas had a lot of patience. It was something he prided himself on, something that took years to cultivate. But he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t pissed that his friends weren’t even considering rescheduling Hellfire to go to the championship game, even if he was having a hard time specifically saying it.
Max did not have that same problem.
“You’re telling me you can’t stand up to Eddie Munson of all people?” Max asked, hands on her hip in a certified Steve stance as she stared his best friends down, “Are you freaking kidding me right now?”
Lucas didn’t know why having your girlfriend fight your battles for you was considered emasculating. From his point of view it was pretty awesome, especially with how scared Dustin and Mike were looking.
“He can be intimidating when he wants to be!” Dustin tried, cringing at the way Max glared at him.
“The guy who cried at Splash is intimidating to you?” She asked, incredulous, “That guy? Fucking really?”
They both shrugged, but at least they had the grace to look a little guilty now. But Max still wasn’t having it, “You know what? I don’t even know why I’m asking you guys. Move.”
She barreled past them, not even looking back to see if she was being followed. She was; all three of them were too invested to see where she was going with this. She went straight to a pay phone, dialing the number while mumbling rude comments under her breath.
She was so freaking cool. Had Lucas mentioned that he loved her?
She perked up when the call was answered, sighing into the phone, “Steve? I need a favor.”
from the latest chapter of this fic
#steddie#steddie fic#lucas sinclair#lumax#stranger things#the universe trapped in your skin#the last of the four!#you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands#max mayfeild
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Cheerleader Pt. 1
☆stranger things masterlist☆
Pairing: female reader x Eddie Munson
Summary: Y/n and Chrissy are best friends, but when she dies, she knows things aren't as everyone seems to think. Maybe Eddie is innocent.
Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, teen drinking, partying, drugs, death, violence, cursing, fluff, potentially more
A/N: This is turning out longer than I expected so it's going to be multiple parts. Eddie needs some fanfics so bad so here I am making one! Please check in for the next parts soon! Requests open (Stranger Things, Marvel, Harry Potter), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!
It was the day of the big championship game. The entire school, or at least most of it, was stoked. Hawkins High hadn’t won a championship in ages, but this year was going to be different. The basketball team was amazing, the band was awesome, and the cheerleaders were impeccable. You were biased though, being a cheerleader yourself. But you knew how hard you and the rest of the cheer squad had worked on all the routines and you just had a good feeling about this game.
While you may have been in high spirits, your best friend Chrissy Cunningham wasn’t doing very well. She had been telling you for the past few days how bad she had been feeling and the horrible headaches she was getting. You knew she was taking tylenols but they weren’t helping. And nothing would help with her nightmares. You offered to spend the night with her whenever they first began but she declined, not wanting to bother you. You really didn’t mind, you just wanted your friend to be okay.
“Chrissy?” you asked, waiting outside the bathroom stall. You were walking down the hall with her when she rushed into the bathroom and promptly locked herself in a stall. She didn’t answer but you could hear her gagging and sniffling. The door to the bathroom opened and you saw a redhead walk into the bathroom with headphones around her neck. You had seen her around before but couldn’t remember her name. You smiled awkwardly at her while Chrissy continued to barf in the stall.
“Is she okay?” the redhead asked.
“Um- no not really,” you said.
You heard some shuffling in the stall and then heard Chrissy say, “Who is it?”
You looked at the girl and waited for her to say her name. “Oh it’s- it’s Max. Max Mayfield.”
Max. You had heard of her before. She was Billy Hargroves little sister. You didn’t know him very well, just what everyone said about him and how he died in the mall fire last year.
Chrissy heard Max say what her name was, and you guessed that Chrissy didn’t care since she didn’t reply. Or at least you thought she wasn’t but after a very guttural sounding puke she said, “Could you please leave?”
You looked at Max expectantly. Usually you wouldn’t tell people to leave the bathroom but you knew your friend was struggling and probably embarrassed. She nodded and started walking out the door and you followed. “I’m going to get some water Chrissy, okay? I’ll be back in a minute.”
You and Max walked out into the hall. She lingered for a second and appeared like she wanted to ask you something. She didn’t though, and instead just gave you a small smile and walked off. You went to the vending machine down the hallway and stuck some quarters in it. Clink, clink, clink. They fell to the bottom of the slot. You pressed C1 for water and watched as the metal swirls let the bottle drop down to the opening at the bottom of the vending machine. You pushed open the piece to get the water and started heading back to the bathroom.
It was silent. You tilted yourself down just a little and saw that Chrissy was still in the stall, but she wasn’t moving or making any noise. “Chrissy?” you asked.
No answer. “Chrissy?” You shifted your weight back and forth between your feet. “Chrissy, are you okay in there?” you repeated one more time. Still no answer. You checked to make sure the other stalls were empty before going into the stall next to hers and getting on your hands and knees. The floor was absolutely disgusting but that didn’t matter right then. You crawled under the stall and into Chrissy’s.
She was sitting there, totally unmoving other than her eyes. Her eyelids were twitching and all you could see was the white part of her eyeballs. “Chrissy!” you exclaimed. You waved your hand in front of her face but she didn’t seem aware, or present at all. You grabbed a hold of her shoulders and shook her. You were starting to panic. In a situation like that you had no idea what to do. Was she having a seizure? Was she in shock? You had no idea.
“Chrissy! Chrissy please,” you pleaded. “Come on, come on, say something! It’s okay! I’m here.”
Suddenly she gasped, and her eyes went back to normal. She was shaking all over and her eyes darted around like crazy.
“Oh Chrissy,” you said, wrapping your arms around her. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“I- I don’t know what that was…” she trembled. “I was here but it was different and…”
“Do you need to go home? I can take you to the nurse. Or we can just skip. I’ll drive you.”
She shook her head. “No, no. I’ll be fine. I have to talk to the guidance counselor later anyways and today is the big game. I can’t miss it.”
You looked at her for a moment, thinking about protesting but you knew it would be of no use. Chrissy wouldn’t miss the game for anything. Jason, her boyfriend and captain of the basketball team, would be really disappointed if she didn’t come.
“Okay. Just make sure that you tell her about what happened. And here, drink this water.” You handed her the water and waited for her to take a few sips.
She knew you were still worried just by the way you were staring at her. Your eyebrows were creased and you were barely blinking, like if you did she would just vanish into thin air. “I’m fine, okay? I’ll see you at lunch, promise,” Chrissy said. You sighed but relented.
Your classes before lunch passed by in a blur. No one was really focused on the school work. Many were buzzing about the game later, and the celebration that would come afterwards if Hawkins won. You weren’t really thinking about the game. Your mind was on your best friend. “What was that back there?” you thought.
You parked yourself next to Chrissy at your usual lunch table with Jason and his basketball friends. The energy at the table was very consuming as they all chatted animatedly about the upcoming game.
“We’re gonna smoke them,” Chance said. All the other boys agreed. “They’re not going to know what hit them. Isn’t that right, Lucas?” He turned to one of the freshmen at the table. He had been on the bench the entire season, and he was quieter than most basketball players you knew. Especially the ones at your table.
“Yeah, for sure man,” he answered.
From behind you a voice spoke up, catching the attention of most of the cafeteria. It was Eddie Munson.
Eddie was standing up on top of a lunch table saying, “...or parties or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” He directed that towards your table and Jason stood up.
“You want something, freak?” Jason yelled. Eddie smiled and made horns on his head with his hands. Jason gave him a look and muttered, “prick,” as he sat back down.
Eddie was a senior. He had been a senior for a while now, and had failed his last year multiple times. At least that’s what everyone said. You weren’t well acquainted with him at all but you had a class with him. He was talkative and had an outgoing personality, but you didn’t see anything wrong with that.
Almost the entire school considered him a “freak” though because he liked to play Dungeon and Dragons. Personally you didn’t play it, but one of the kids you babysat did. You had heard plenty of stories about how the game made people violent and it was satanic. You thought it was a load of bull. It was just a harmless game.
“Y/N,” Chrissy whispered, getting your attention. You had some pizza in your mouth so you looked at her and raised your eyebrows, letting her know to continue. “I set up a… meeting with Eddie for later today.”
You quirked an eyebrow, showing that you didn’t understand. She looked around anxiously and scooted a little closer. “For… stuff. He sells.” Realization hit you. She was buying drugs. Chrissy was buying drugs. That was something you never thought would happen. Chrissy had always been so straight laced.
You nodded and swallowed your food. “What for?” you asked. You had never done drugs before but knew a couple people who did. Your knowledge of drugs was pretty limited. You knew about the not-so-bad stuff like weed.
“Maybe it’ll help with the headaches. And the nightmares.” She chewed on her lip and looked at you seriously.
“Okay. Be safe though.” You weren’t going to scold her or anything like that. Chrissy was truly struggling and maybe it was worth a try. She let out a breath and shut her eyes for a second. She must have been afraid to tell you. You rubbed her shoulder briefly, causing Jason to look over at you two.
“You okay Chrissy?” he asked. She nodded and smiled at him. She must not be telling him then. Just you.
Hours later you were in the gym, cheering on the basketball team. It was a close game, but you were hopeful that the Hawkins team would pull through and win the championship. The gym was packed full of supporters. It seemed like half the town showed up.
“WOO!” you cheered, waving your pom-poms. There was just a few seconds left on the clock. Jason took the shot, as everyone watched with bated breath. He missed. Your shoulders fell. But then underneath the goal was Lucas, the freshman benchwarmer. He got the ball, took a couple steps back, jumped, and shot. The crowd erupted in cheers. Hawkins had won the championship. The entire basketball team converged on Lucas, hoisting him up on their shoulders and chanting his name.
Later on in the night the gym had cleared out, and the only students left were the basketball players and some cheerleaders in the parking lot. There was plans to go to a well-known place for parties.
“Hey, I’m going to go home and change but I’ll meet you guys there,” Chrissy said. You and Jason nodded and she walked off to her car. You knew that Chrissy wasn’t actually just going home. She was going to Eddie Munson’s house. Apparently he didn’t have what Chrissy wanted with him when they met at school. Jason was unaware of what was going on but you weren’t going to tell him. It wasn’t your place.
The party was hectic and full of alcohol, but you knew your limits. After a few drinks you decided to go home. The next morning you woke up to your mom calling your name. “Y/n! Y/n will you come down here?”
You went down the stairs and went to the living room where your mom and dad were watching the news. You were confused at first then you heard what the reporters were saying. Someone had been murdered last night. Collapsing onto the couch next to your mom, she wrapped her arms around you. She was scared to death of something like that happening to you. After all the death that had plagued Hawkins her worry was entirely warranted. You returned her embrace while she sniffled.
Not too long after you saw that on the news you got a call. “Hello?” you asked.
“Hey y/n it’s Jason.” You raised your eyebrows at who was calling you. He had never called you before, and wouldn’t really talk to you much when you were around him. The only reason you guys were ‘friends’ was because he was Chrissy’s boyfriend. Wait. Chrissy. She never showed up last night to that party. Fear swept over you as Jason continued to talk.
“Did you ever see Chrissy last night? Did you talk to her at all during or after the party?” his voice was urgent as he questioned you. You began to panic.
“Why? Did- Did something happen?” Your voice trembled and your hands shook.
“Listen to me very carefully y/n. I’m guessing you’ve seen the news. Last night Chrissy was… killed.”
#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things season 4#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fluff#st4#fanfiction#professorrw#myfanfiction#stranger things oneshot#stranger things fanfic#hellfire club#chrissy cunningham#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie#munson#st4 spoilers#st4 eddie munson#stranger things eddie munson#eddie munson oneshot#nancy wheeler#dustin henderson#robin and steve#steve harrington#robin buckley#jason carver
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eddie munson, who doesn’t really have any female family members in his life and not many girl friends, sees max mayfield from across the trailer park sometimes and just gets an urge to be there for her, especially after vecna
eddie munson who sees max come home angry after a bad day, and knocks on her door five minutes later with some leftover brownies and a movie. she doesn’t confide in him what’s wrong, and he doesn’t mind, because they watch a movie together and eat enough brownies until they feel sick and max if left feeling happy and full, and eddie sees that as a success
eddie munson who offers max a lift to school on rainy days so she doesn’t have to bike there. he lets her use her own tapes in the van (because she has an awesome music taste) and starts keeping the van stocked with mints just for her
eddie munson who lets her come over to his trailer when her mom isn’t home so she doesn’t have to be alone. wayne quickly becomes fond of the young girl and weekly dinners with her at the trailer soon become a thing. max starts getting hooked on metal music after spending so much time with him and eddie shows her some chords on guitar when she asks
eddie munson who gets shocked when a certain album — kill ‘em all — makes max stiffen up and get upset, and he fumbles to turn the cassette off so quickly but it’s too late and the floodgates have already opened, and the first time eddie hugs max is when she breaks down on his bedroom floor because she hadn’t heard the music that billy used to since right after he died
eddie who slowly brings max out of her shell again, who she grows comfortable with and attached to because eddie is everything that billy should have been to her, and in no way is he trying to replace him, but god he loves max so much and she really is his sister who lives across the trailer park
#yes it’s almost 5am yes i did load up tumblr at this time just to ramble this out#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson headcanon#max mayfield#max mayfield headcanon#eddie munson headcanons#max mayfield headcanons
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Another month has came and went so here is some of the awesome sets/fanart that have crossed my dash. Will be setting up my queue to give all these sets some more love that they deserve. Thank you for continuing to share your gifts with the fandom!
911/911 Lone Star
3x04 911LS + purple, season 3 quotes, & nancy + bi colors by @lutavero
the 126 + not mine to carry by @embeddedinmybrain
evan buckley + tsunami arc by @drinkcrywrite
paramedic tk by @diaaz
3x13 + mateo & the shoe by @maxbegone
tk x carlos + their journey so far by @rafael-silva
journey through lone star season 3 episodes by @ropoto
KinnPorsche
Ep. 8 posters by @nellsdani
kinn x porsche + let your heart fly & the theerapanyakul brothers by @porscheskinns
be the chess player, kinn x porsche + ep 11 moments, kinn x porsche + trust by @gusucloud
hiding out: a vegas guide & the family braincells by @spicyvampire
kinn x porsche + ep 9 & pride colors by @elnotwoods
vegas x pete + seven devils by @liyazaki
kinn x porsche hug by @evenasyoungastheyare
Stranger Things
running up that hill scene by @deenafier
will x mike + the archer by @park-sieuns
the older core four by @stevelives
max mayfield in vol 1 by @steverobin
nancy wheeler + pink by @kieumy
will byers + outside life by @inadequate-nefelibata
chrissy x eddie + my conscience burning, volume one music, & volume one episodes by @hellshee
mike wheeler + blue & red by @shivyroys
el hopper + the fruits by @maguiretobey
steve harrington + tv tropes, hawkins locations & steve harrington + season 4 by @denimveststeve
robin x nancy + gold rush by @diazchristopher
soulmates can be friends too by @nicknellsons
steve harrington + babysitter commercial by @jakeyp
the watergate four by @yasmin-finney
group dynamics by @jennaortegas
will x mike + sunshine/sunshine protector by @clarkegriffins
volume one title cards by @scinnlaece
hawkins vs the upside down by @stevesdemobat
eddie munson quotes by @dunadain
robin x nancy + lovers rock by @lizzies
Heartstopper
tara x darcy + sunshine & sunshinesexual by @dandilicn
relationships as romcoms by @jakeyp
fav ep + kiss & nick nelson profile by @arthurpendragonns
locations by @simon-eriksson
characters by @kamala-khann
nick nelson + there’s a boy by @olisgifs
Misc
emily x sue + orange by @shegos
dani x jamie + pink/yellow by @binariesuns
alexis rose + gold by @alexisrosemullens
jesper fahey + favorite character by @maddiebuckley
kate x anthony + bee in your bonnet by @yenvengerberg
fear street + fav quote, twenty five twenty one ep 5, twenty five twenty one ep 1 by @nellsdani
patrick brewer + coming out by @smblmn
peter x mj + sun, moon & stars by @miriammaisel
sister beatrice + purple by @softmaevewiley
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OMFG.
My younger step-sis got mad at some random boy I don’t know today but it was fucking awesome.
Her 12-year-old, fiery red-headed ass flipped this kid off with both hands, yelled “get vecna’d, bitch!” And simply walked away with a semi-dramatic swish of her flannel.
Bro my step-sister is Max Mayfield.
(The boy was confused as hell but he was being an ass, so he kinda deserved it)
#Max mayfield#holy shit my step sis is more badass than I will ever be#stranger things#Bro she also came out to me as Bi 2 months ago as well#She just IS Max at this point like damn.#I say ‘bro’ too much I know bro
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Are you open to Max having siblings/family besides Billy? I have a Mayfield OC and while she was originally intended to be Max's sister I feel like a cousin could also work?
Hey! Yes that sounds awesome, I’m always open to that kind of thing
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Lavender and Daisies
Steve Harrington x Holland!Reader, Max Mayfield x Reader (PLATONIC)
Word Count: 4,183
Warnings: Death, grief, violence, mourning, funerals, angst, crying, swearing
Tag List: @carolimedanvers @thechickvic @moonstruckhargrove @hotstuffhargrove @alex--awesome--22 @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @so-not-hotmess @agentsinstorybrooke @sunflowercandie @kaliforniacoastalteens @songforhema @mickmoon @buckybarneshairpullingkink @marvelismylifffe @spidey-pal
You found yourself drawn to the Hawkins Cemetery after the announcement of the Starcourt Mall’s demise. You’d spent a lot of time there two years prior. Two years ago you knew why you spent so much time around those gravestones. This time, you weren’t sure.
You always made sure to dress appropriately for the stones. Your mother had drilled it into your head, after your Great Aunt Amelia’s funeral almost twelve years ago, that the souls of the dead were offended by any colours other than black, grey, and navy blue. Dark winter tones were the only colours appropriate for the stones. You couldn’t help your bright yellow converse sneakers though; they were your only shoes with flat soles and anything with a heel would sink into the grass, loose dirt, and mud.
You knew how to dress for a funeral. You were a Holland girl.
You lost your baby sister Barb in your junior year. It destroyed you. She was this little dork you’d been trying to protect since the day she was born. You were Irish twins, less than a year apart. Your sister was a miracle baby; your parents were told by several doctors that they wouldn’t be able to have children after you, due to a seemingly botched c-section. When they found out that they were pregnant again so soon after having you, they had to go through with the pregnancy, purely because they might never have another shot at a kid.
Barb was your sweet little geeky sister, with her prissy friends and her homework parties. You still felt guilty about not telling her to skip the party she was going to. Not that Steve Harrington inherently threw dangerous parties, simply that you knew that it wouldn’t be her scene. Not that you thought she’d listen, Barb was a teenager. Teenagers never listen, especially when they had it in their heads that they were right. So you mourned her death hard. You spent every day at her grave site for the first year. Your parents had intended to use their life savings to pay for a private investigator to research her disappearance. And while, at the time you weren’t sure as to whether or not she was even alive, you weren’t comfortable with them selling everything to hire some random guy they found in the penny saver. You moved in with your Aunt Jeanine while your parents lost their minds for awhile, so you could try to keep your mind on your studies. And while living with your aunt and her four kids, all no older than preteens, off a pull out couch in their basement wasn’t easy, you made it work.
You graduated. But you didn’t get into any colleges. And once Barb was discovered dead, covered up by an evil corporation, you were forced to deal with your own issues head on.
Staying in Hawkins and going back to high school was the only way to clean up the mess you’d made of your own life. It meant you could stay close to Barb, which your parents had trouble doing. They were destroyed with grief, you understood why they felt the need to sew their wild oats and try to discover themselves beyond their pain.
The Hawkins Cemetery was like a second home to you now. You found yourself wandering around even when you felt well enough to not have to visit Barb every day. You found yourself wondering about the people who’d been buried there for years. You did your best to mourn them properly, dressed in your darks and keeping quiet. You tried to avoid funerals whenever you could.
Today, you ran into one.
Neil Hargrove didn’t get around to planning his son’s funeral until almost August. He’d demanded that his wife do it for him, but Susan was having none of it. It wasn’t as if she hated Billy, but she hardly knew him, he’d only been her stepson for two years and he hadn’t exactly let her into his world. Neil was forced to do it himself. So he paid for the cheapest funeral possible. And he refused to call his ex-wife, Emily; Susan had to call her herself, the one thing she did to help plan the thing.
The day of Billy’s funeral was hellish hot, he probably would’ve loved it. The sun beat down on the scattered, small group like migraine, sending sweat pooling down each and every mourner’s back and making their heads pound painfully. You found yourself wandering cautiously into the mix, fitting in just enough and just intrigued by the scene enough to stay. You and Billy weren’t friends, you wouldn’t even say that you liked the guy, but you felt bad for his family over what had happened.
Neil Hargrove wiped his forehead and moustache with his white handkerchief, shoving it violently into his pocket. His eyes were dry as the pastor spoke over the coffin, a small wreath of roses on its lid. Susan stood at his side, trying to whimper quietly, her green eyes misty and her thin red lip quivering slightly. Her hand was squeezed tight in her daughter Max’s, whose free hand was wrapped around the end of a tight red braid. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, her whole face red and splotchy. You’d guess that she’d been crying for over an hour and by the heavy purple bags under her eyes, she hadn’t much sleep the night before.
You knew that look. You’d been in her shoes. You felt like you were kindred sisters.
You recognized the rest of her little group, all in various stages of grieving. Mike Wheeler looked bored, his fists shoved into the pockets of his black dress pants. Lucas Sinclair had his arm wrapped around Max’s shoulders, watching her cautiously. Dustin Henderson and Will Byers seemed deeply uncomfortable, although Will seemed a bit more saddened than his friend. There was a girl with them who you didn’t recognize who was holding Will’s hand and leaning on his shoulder, tears brimming in her eyes.
Then there was Steve Harrington.
He made about as much sense being there as you did.
You understood why those kids were there, they had to be friends of Max, but Steve was an outlier. He wasn’t friends with Billy, hell they were enemies the second he sauntered into the parking lot of Hawkins High. You heard the stories about Billy beating the crap out of Steve and saw the evidence yourself. Why on earth would that boy show up here, in a suit, to stand in the burning heat with people who either don’t know him or don’t like him? You didn’t understand.
But his big brown eyes caught yours and you found yourself offering a shy, small smile, which he returned. The pastor signal for the group to join in the hymn listed in the funeral program and you found yourself slinking further into the back as the small, cracked voices of the mourners rang out in prayer, following along with the pastor. You hummed to the rhythm of their words, keeping your head down. Funerals always eventually became about god, even the concept of resting easy eluded to some sort of afterlife and almighty creator above. You didn’t exactly adore the concept of god, but it wasn’t something that you outright decried. You understood why religion was a fixture in society and you didn’t want anyone to feel lost or aimless. You understood that feeling tenfold.
When the hymn ended, you looked back to the children, who now huddled around little Max. The bored looking one, Mike, was whispering in her ear and her broken expression shifted slightly from sadness to anger as her brown eyes met yours.
The pastor finished his sermon and the pallbearers lowered the coffin into the ground. Some members of the group chose to throw handfuls of dirt onto the coffin. Susan tried to bring Max over to do so, but she refused. A bright blonde woman, whom you could only assume to be Billy’s mother, cried softly as she threw two handfuls onto the coffin, standing over it with this broken expression you could only match to your mothers just two years prior.
You didn’t add any yourself. Neither did Steve. The pastor announced that there would be refreshments at the nearby funeral home and most of the masses headed off behind the pastor. Susan again tried to egg Max on towards the funeral home, but she held back with her friends. You took one last look at the gravestone, noting the inscription “William Calvin Hargrove: Son, Brother, Friend; Mortui Vivos Docent”
Mortui Vivos Docent-The dead teach the living. The quote was on enough headstones to draw your attention and force you to learn its meaning. You wondered sarcastically what they expected to learn from his death. Just like that, he was another soon to be forgotten member of the Hawkins dead. Just four rows from Barb.
You turned on your heel, letting out a soft sigh through your nose, planning to return to your aunt’s house. You had promised to help her embroider cushions for your Cousin Sarah’s upcoming baby shower.
“Hey!” a loud, angry voice called after you and you turned back to meet the eye of Max Mayfield, whose freckled arms were crossed tightly over the front of her black button down blouse, the cardigan she’d had on for the ceremony already tied around her waist and her gaze stern.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing here, huh? This is a private burial.” She snapped angrily.
You simply shrugged “I’m sorry. I just wanted to pay my respects. I’ll go now.” You replied, trying again to head again, but the sound of angry footsteps following behind you.
“Who do you think you are? Barging in while my family grieves! This is a private occasion.” Max called after you.
“Max, stop it...” Lucas said softly and the footsteps stopped for a second. You turned to look at the group again. Lucas had grabbed her arm, tugging her away from you. The rest were huddled together, watching in slight horror. Max was seething. You guessed that they’d never seen her that angry before, or at least not in a very long time.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that it was a private affair. I wouldn’t have intruded if I had known. I’m truly sorry for disturbing you.” You said slowly, keeping your gaze on hers as she tried to rip her arm out of Lucas’s grasp.
“What kind of funerals are public?!?” Max turned her attention to Lucas, her voice pooling with exasperation and disbelief.
You couldn’t help but chuckle as you turned away heading towards the oldest plot of the cemetery, hoping to sit on the bench surrounded by lavender and daisies. “You’d be surprised...” you muttered, pulling the creamsicle coloured scrunchie off your wrist and pulling your hair up.
Something hard hit you in the back of the head. Several screams rang out as you stumbled forward from the sheer shock of the hit. It wasn’t a very hard hit, although it did sting.
“Max, what the fuck?” you heard a voice call as you turned to grab whatever had hit you. A black ballet flat. And then, suddenly, the other shoe and a foot clad in black tights were in your eye line. You stood up fast as a red fury came at you, tiny fists hitting your arms and shoulders and stomach. She was almost as tall as you and yet she was fighting like a small child. You let her land every blow as her friends and Steve came running after her, all screaming for her to stop.
“He was my brother...” you heard her mutter angrily over and over again, tears streaming fast down her cheeks, her face growing exponentially redder.
You wound your arms under her arms, pulling her to your chest tightly. “I know.” You said firmly as she fought against you “I know. I understand.” It took a couple moments, but eventually she stopped fighting, her head coming to your chest as a loud sob wracked through her tiny body, making her shake and lose her balance, pulling you down with her onto the grass. Your hand came down first, to soften the blow and once you hit the ground, it wrapped around her, rubbing her back softly. Your other hand came to her hair, petting it gently as her tears soaked into your shoulder.
You turned to the boys “Can one of you go and get her a cup of water? And maybe something to eat?” you asked quietly, not wanting to disturb her crying. Lucas nodded turning and jogging towards the funeral home. Mike grabbed the other girl’s hand and led her towards the funeral home. Dustin attempted to get Will to follow, but he simply sat on the grass next to Max’s feet, pulling his knees to his chest. Steve followed suit, sitting next to you.
“I know how you feel, its okay...” you muttered into her hair “Let it out, Max...” Max nodded softly into your shoulder. It took her a few tries, but eventually she sat up on her own and you let her go, letting your hands fall in between the two of you.
She sniffled loudly, wiping her nose again, her eyes still brimmed with tears and red. “How...how you know h-how I even f-feel?” she hiccupped between her syllables. She was starting to hyperventilate, but you saw as she tried to regulate her own breathing.
You lowered your gaze, focusing on the grass. Talking about was still hard. You focused on twisting your fingers into the grass, crossing your legs under you. “I lost my sister, Barb, just a couple years ago.” You said simply. Realization washed over the two, but you knew Steve recognized you.
None of the little party went to the funeral, but you’d seen them at the reception with Joyce Byers when you finally made it back to your parent’s home. You guessed that they didn’t know that you were her sister until that moment.
“I know how you feel about all of this: the pain of losing him, the regret, the anger at the world and at me. I felt the same thing with my sister.” You added, finally able to look up again.
Max crossed her arms over her chest, looking away towards the road less than ten feet away. “Y-you don’t k-know how I f-feel about y-you.” She replied bitterly
“Oh I do,” you chuckled to yourself “When I saw Steve at my sister’s funeral, I wanted to kill him.”
Max raised an eyebrow, which you took as your cue to keep going. “Steve wasn’t even friends with Barb, he didn’t even know her. And it was his stupid party that she went missing, how she got hurt by all that laboratory shit. When I saw him with all those people that loved her, I wanted to destroy him. As soon as the funeral was over, I went right over to him and started screaming at him. He let me try to beat the shit out of him.”
Steve chuckled softly at the memory. In truth, he only went to the funeral because he felt guilty. Guilty that it was at his house, guilty that he’d left her outside, guilty that he didn’t do anything to help her, that he didn’t even notice she’d disappeared until the police started asking him questions. He went to apologize to her, he couldn’t apologize to your parents, they wouldn’t let him. Instead, he apologized to you. He let you yell at him and hit him and cry into his shoulder and wear his jacket when you started to shiver from the cold.
And after that day, he started to check up on you. Little things at first, he knew that you wandered around here so he’d check to make sure that your car came and went. Sometimes he’d drive past your aunt’s house, because it was on his way home anyway, to make sure the car was in the driveway. When he saw you in school, he’d sometimes go over to you to make small talk. He’d eat lunch with you once Tommy and Carol ditched him to hang out with...well with Billy. It was hard to be bitter about that now. You were genuinely one of his only friends.
“I really am sorry for disturbing your mourning, Max. I really didn’t mean to.” Your words pulled Steve out of his memories and his gaze to you. It was a stark contrast to the last time he’d seen you here. Your skin was warm and rosy, your eyes clear and bright, your smile was...heart stopping. You looked so alive, it was beautiful to behold. When he first saw you, you looked so pale and fragile, small in your heavy black dress. But now you sat tall and you smiled like it didn’t hurt anymore. You were fully here, live in Technicolor, and so very alive. Steve couldn’t stop staring at you.
Max nodded softly “Its okay...” she said, looking to Will, who squeezed her shoulder. “C-can I ask you something?”
You smiled “Sure.”
“Does it get any easier?” Max looked so vulnerable, her eyes going wide, she looked almost as she was begging for an answer.
You took her hand gently, your eyes closing as you let out a small sigh through your nose. “It will in time.” You promised “But it won’t ever be okay.”
Max’s gaze dropped away and you squeezed her hand gently “I don’t mean that you won’t be okay, you will be just fine. I mean that what happened to Billy isn’t okay and it won’t be. But you will get some peace one day. It will just take some time, you have to heal.”
Lucas came running up, water from the paper he sported in hand sloshing with his steps. Dustin was behind, carrying a very full napkin. He stopped in front of Max, handing her the drink nervously. You let go of her hand and nodded for her to take the cup.
“We didn’t know what kind you’d like, so we just grabbed one of each.” He plopped down next to her on the grass, opening the napkin to reveal at least five cookies, all different flavours.
You stood up, brushing grass off your jeans “You gonna be alright, Max?” you asked. Max clutched the cup with both hands, taking small sips. She nodded. You smiled “Alright, then eat till you’re sick. Funeral cookies are the best cookies. And if you need anything, ever, you give me a call, okay? Anytime.”
As the kids picked at the cookies, you headed away from the scene. You felt good that you were able to help that little girl in any way you could. But sitting in the muggy feeling of sadness was exhausting and you really needed to breathe in air that wasn’t salty with tears.
“Y/N! Wait up!” Steve called after you and you slowed down, letting him catch up with you. He was wearing the same suit that he did to Barb’s funeral, you reckoned. He looked handsome in it. His hair was deflating and falling into his face, the summer heat making his sweat wash the hairspray out of his locks.
“What you did for Max, that was really cool.” He said, slightly out of breath. You both silently blamed the heat.
You shrugged “It’s the kind of stuff I’d wanted to hear when I was in her situation.” You arrived at your bench, the smell of lavender taking over your senses. You sat down on the bench, smiling at the peeling white paint and the daisies pooling around the tall grass, untouched and forgotten in the corner of the cemetery.
Steve sat down next to you tentatively “So, how are you feeling?” he asked, loosening his tie and taking off his jacket. You knew what he meant; funerals weren’t exactly your comfort zone. You’d confessed to him your deep fear of funerals now, of freaking out and embarrassing yourself. Of having a panic attack and making it about you.
“I’m okay,” you breathed out as his arm came around the back of the bench. You let out a heavy “I really shouldn’t have wandered over there, it wasn’t my place, but I couldn’t help it. I just felt...drawn to it. It was weird.”
“But you did okay. You didn’t freak out, right?” Steve offered with a smile. You nodded, looking down.
“I mean, what you did for Max...it was amazing. She’s been unmovable for weeks. If she’s not crying, she angry. No one’s been able to help. But you calmed her down. It was incredible!” Steve said, his gaze focusing on a faded gravestone for someone named Josephine Bray. “I wish I had been able to do that for you...” he added softly.
You turned to look at him, bewildered “What are you talking about? That’s exactly what you did for me!” you cried. Steve scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re joking right? You told me all about your grandfather’s funeral and how much it hurt.”
“That was stupid shit...” Steve replied, leaning back to stare up at the bright blue sky. It was too beautiful a day for a funeral.
“No it wasn’t!” you slapped him in her chest, startling him into looking at you “Steve, you really helped me. You made me feel like I wasn’t alone, that I’d feel better eventually. You really helped me that day. I never thanked you for that.”
“You don’t need to thank me that all. I mean it was my fault that your sister...” Steve trailed off, not wanted to finish the sentence.
“No it’s not.” You said. Steve shook his head and you repeated yourself firmly “Steve, no it’s not. It’s not your fault. It’s that terrible labs fucking fault. You didn’t know that she would get hurt. You didn’t do shit.”
“I could’ve made her stay inside.” Steve replied bitterly.
“And have her listen to you and Wheeler bone? You know she wouldn’t have gone for that!” you shot. That made Steve laugh against his better judgement. The image of poor Barb sitting in his living room, listening to the sound of his mattress squeak above her was so sad and cringe worthy.
“Okay, that’s fair.” He sighed “But I still could’ve done something...”
“Yeah, you probably could’ve. But the labs could’ve been safer in their disposal of waste or just not done those experiments. And Barb could’ve not gone to your house that night. There are a million variables that could be changed, but we aren’t in charge of any of them.”
You grabbed Steve’s free hand in yours. He looked down at you, a little surprised. “You can’t hold onto your guilt anymore. It’s not your fault. No one blames you.” You smiled up, his big brown eyes finally meeting yours. He swallowed, but nodded, squeezing your hand softly. It felt nice to have your hand in his, it was comforting.
“How’d you find this place?” he asked, pulling away from your gaze to look over the withering stones, growing over with grass and weeds.
“I got lost in here once, found old Jo and this little bench. Sometimes I come in here to read or think when it’s too loud at my aunt’s. It’s like it’s in its own world.” You explained softly.
“You still spend a lot of time here?” Steve asked, a little concerned with the idea of you still wandering around this place.
You sighed “I probably shouldn’t be. It’s just a bad habit now.” You replied, your face heating up just a bit. You knew that Steve had been looking out for you and he knew about your haunting of the funeral. You knew you shouldn’t be hanging around here anymore. It had become a force of habit, but you had to move on.
“You know, anytime your house gets too hectic, you can just come to mine. It’s usually pretty quiet. And I won’t like bug you or anything.” Steve offered shyly. “I mean, if you want to! I know that with your sister it might not be cool but I thought-”
Your hand came to his cheek, silencing him instantly. “Thank you, Steve.” You whispered, kissing him softly. Steve’s heart stopped in his chest, the world coming to a standstill. Your lips barely ghosted over his and you pulled back just as fast. You were far too scared to do anything more, to force yourself on him.
Steve didn’t pull you back, he didn’t want to scare you off. Instead, he let his arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You let your head rest on his shoulder, smiling softly. You didn’t know if you’d ever be in this position again, so you savoured it wholeheartedly. It was too beautiful a day to not enjoy it at least a little, with a pretty boy holding your hand.
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Standing Up For the Ones You Love -- Billy Hargrove
Written By: @gorgeousdarkangel
Request: Hi I know this is random but I had an idea for a billy Hargrove imagine where max is being bullied by an older girl and sees the reader as a sister and tells her and Then the reader and the girl get into a fight and billy is shocked because she isn’t normally like that and just fluff please ❤️❤️
Warnings: a little violence close to the ending
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader
Word Count: 821
Billy drives fast down the road as we head to the school. I look back at Max, feeling like something is off with her for about a week she's been acting differently during the weekdays. I get not many people care for school but it has to be more than that. "Are you okay, Max? " I ask. She looks at me and nods her head yes.
Billy looks through the rear view mirror at her, then back at the road, "She's probably annoyed that she's stuck with me," he says. Max rolls her rolls and I sigh seeing as we pull up in the school parking lot. Billy parks and lights a cigarette, taking a smoke before heading to class.
I get out of the car, letting Max out as well. After she gets out, she starts running to class. "Billy, is something wrong with Max?" I ask him as he gets out of his car, walking over to me.
Billy watches Max run into the building and shrugs, "We hardly talk together, babe. Even if something was wrong, do you really think she would come to me?"
I sigh knowing that she wouldn't. "I might try talking to her later about whatever could be bothering her," I say. He nods his head. Finishing his cigarette, he then pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around his waist and lean against him, "I love you, babe. I'll see you after classes," I say as I kiss his cheek.
He smiles, "Okay, beautiful, I love you, too. " I smile and walk off to my class.
*School ends*
I walk out of my last class, heading to Billy's car and I notice Max is already waiting there. As I get closer, I notice that she's very upset and I see she also has scrapes on her arms and legs. I walk quickly to her, "Are you okay, hun?" I ask. She looks at me and sighs, shaking her head. "What happened? How did you get those?" I ask as I look at all the new scrapes she has.
"I just fell on the sidewalk," she tells me, looking down at the ground.
I look at her with my eyebrow raised, questioning what she said. "Will you please tell me honestly how you got the scrapes and bruises?" I ask.
She sighs, "A girl pushed me because I finally decided to stand up to her after she's been bullying me for a while."
"Max why didn't you say anything? Show me what girl right now," I tell her.
She sighs, knowing I won’t drop this if she doesn't tell me. Then she points to a girl older than her with blonde hair, and wearing a white blouse with a blue skirt. I place my things on the hood of Billy's car then I walk off to the girl Max was pointing to.
The girl notices me and smiles, "Can I help you with something?" she asks.
"I just want to talk to you about bullying someone I care about," I tell her.
"Oh, who am I apparently bullying?" she asks and her group of friends giggle some.
I glare at them and say, "I know you are bullying Max Mayfield. I suggest you should leave her alone."
She smirks at me, "Oh, what if I don't?"
I sigh at her comment, "You know karma will always come and get you." I turn to walk away, but she grabs my arm, tugging me to look at her and she slaps me in the face. I wince a little and clench my jaw, "You shouldn't have done that." I tell her.
"Oh, I'm so scared,” she says sarcastically, and pushes me back. I stumble but catch my balance, and I then decide to punch her, hitting her right in the stomach. She falls to her knees, gasping for some air. She definitely wasn't ready for me to fight back.
"Believe me, I won't be the only one fighting back if you don't stop bullying people. So I really suggest you stop," I say before walking back to Max. As I walk back, I notice Billy is now standing there looking at me in shock. I bite my lip nervously, "Hi, babe," I say.
He looks at my red cheek and kisses it softly. "Are you okay, love?" he asks.
I nod my head, "Doesn't hurt much," I tell him.
He smiles at me some, "Thank you for standing up for Max. I appreciate that."
"Of course. I'd do anything for you guys." I smile.
"How about we get some ice cream and hang out at the arcade for a little while?" he asks Max and I. We both smile and nod our heads yes. We all get inside his car and head to the arcade. As Billy drives he looks over me for a minute and says, "I love you."
"I love you, too, Billy."
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Replies are coming along slowly. I’m a little over a month behind still, but I’m making progress.
I was considering making starter calls for duos sometime in the future, since there are some muses that would be together in many scenarios. Anyways, here’s a poll if you’d like to give your feedback on that idea.
Under the read more is a list of duos that I would consider doing stuff for.
Potential Duos:
Ema & Lana Skye (Ace Attorney) Sisters, Guardian
Maya & Mia Fey (Ace Attorney) Sisters, Guardian
Maya & Pearl Fey (Ace Attorney) Cousins, Guardian
Mary & Dick Gumshoe (Ace Attorney) Father & Daughter
Sarah Edgeworth & Lana Skye (Ace Attorney) Mother & Daughter
Sarah & Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) Father & Daughter
Dick Gumshoe & Lucy Nichols (Ace Attorney) Co-Workers at Crime Scenes
Vincent Nigel Murray & Zack Addy (Bones) Because They Would’ve Been A Great Team To See In The Lab, Also Potential For The Booth Dream AU Where They Worked Together
Francis Midford & Vincent Phantomhive (Black Butler) Siblings
Maggie & Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler) Demons, Information Contact
Scarlett Burnett & Vincent Phantomhive (Black Butler) Niece & Uncle
Agnes & Edith Gru (Despicable Me) Sisters
Ai & Minato Namikaze (Naruto) Student & Mentor, Possibly Adopted After Birth of Naruto
Ai & Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) Teammates
Ai & Rin Nohara (Naruto) Teammates
Ai & Itachi Uchiha (Naruto) ANBU Teammates
Michi & Itachi Uchiha (Naruto) Daughter & Father
Kimmi & Michi Uchiha (Naruto) Sisters
Minato Namikaze & Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) Teacher & Mentor
Minato Namikaze & Rin Nohara (Naruto) Teacher & Mentor
Minato & Amaterasu Namikaze (Naruto) Father & Daughter
Minato Namikaze & Boruto Uzumaki (Naruto) Grandfather & Grandson
Hikari & Izumo Kamizuki (Naruto) Daughter & Father
Kakashi Hatake & Rin Nohara (Naruto) Teammates
Kushina & Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) Daughter & Father
Blair & Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) Daughter & Father
Ino Yamanaka & Asuma Sarutobi (Naruto) Student & Teacher
Ino Yamanaka & Shikamaru Nara (Naruto) Teammates
Inokuma & Ino Yamanaka (Naruto) Daughter & Mother
Temari & Shika Nara (Naruto) Mother & Daughter
Shika & Shikamaru Nara (Naruto) Daughter & Father
Shika Nara & Inokuma Yamanaka (Naruto) Teammates
Shika Nara & Shikajin Yamanaka (Naruto) Mother & Daughter
Kimmi & Itachi Uchiha (Naruto) Daughter & Father
Asuma Sarutobi & Shikamaru Nara (Naruto) Mentor & Student
Asuma & Emiko Sarutobi (Naruto) Father & Daughter
Kagami & Boruto Uzumaki (Naruto) Daughter & Son
Anko Mitarashi & Hikari Kamizuki (Naruto) Mother & Daughter
Ana & Anko Mitarashi (Naruto) Mother & Daughter
Rin Nohara & Kushina Hatake (Naruto) Mother & Daughter
Rin Nohara & Blair Hatake (Naruto) Mother & Daughter
Sasori & Temari (Naruto) AU Where Sasori Took Temari As A Child Because She Was The Kazekage’s Firstborn
ChoCho Akimichi & Chouka Nara (Naruto) Mother & Daughter
Yugao Uzuki & Hayate Gekko (Naruto) Couple, Teammates
Yugao Uzuki & Luna Gekko (Naruto) Mother & Daughter
Hayate & Luna Gekko (Naruto) Father & Daughter
Temari & Shikamaru Nara (Naruto) Couple, Teammates
Adaly & Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) Daughter & Father
Hank Anderson & Ophelia Hanson (Detroit Become Human) Co-Workers, Mentor & Trainee
L Lawliet & Alice (Death Note) Detectives, Mentor & Trainee
Naomi Misora & Dina Penber (Death Note) Mother & Daughter
Akane Kimidori & Misaki Tsun (Dr Slump) Mother & Daughter
ChiChi & Pan Satan (DBZ) Granddaughter & Granddaughter
ChiChi & Chiki (DBZ) Mother & Daughter
ChiChi & Goten (DBZ) Mother & Son
ChiChi & Gohan (DBZ) Mother & Son
ChiChi & Android 18 (DBZ) The Fighter Mothers in the Z-Fighters
ChiChi & Eve Satan (DBZ) Grandmother & Granddaughter
ChiChi & Gisella (DBZ) Grandmother & Granddaughter
Launch & Annie (DBZ) Mother & Daughter
Launch & Billy (DBZ) Mother & Son
Bulma & Trunks Brief (DBZ) Mother & Son
Bulma & Future Trunks Brief (DBZ) Mother & Future Son
Bulma & Bulla Brief (DBZ) Mother & Daughter
Bulma & Hope Brief (DBZ) Grandmother & Future Granddaughter
Piccolo & Kami (DBZ) Literally 2 Halves of One Namekian
Piccolo & Gohan (DBZ) Mentor & Pupil
Kami & Korin (DBZ) Observers of What Goes On on Earth
Korin & Koneko (DBZ) Father & Daughter
Marron & Android 18 (DBZ) Daughter & Mother
Marron & Kuri (DBZ) Sisters
Marron & Bulla Brief (DBZ) Friends
Marron & Pan Satan (DBZ) Friends
Chiki & Gohan (DBZ) Siblings
Chiki & Bulma Brief (DBZ) Second Home, Confidant
Chiki & Future Trunks Brief (DBZ) Student & Mentor
Chiki & Goten (DBZ) Siblings
Trunks & Future Trunks Brief (DBZ) Kinda Like Brothers
Trunks & Bulla Brief (DBZ) Siblings
Future Trunks Brief & Gohan (DBZ) Friends
Future Trunks & Bulla Brief (DBZ) Kinda Siblings
Future Trunks & Hope Brief (DBZ) Father & Daughter
Gohan & Goten (DBZ) Brothers
Gohan & Pan Satan (DBZ) Father & Daughter
Gohan & Eve Satan (DBZ) Father & Daughter
Pan Satan & Bulla Brief (DBZ) Friends
Pan & Eve Satan (DBZ) Sisters
Goten & Gisella (DBZ) Father & Daughter
Android 18 & Kuri (DBZ) Mother & Daughter
Kyoko Honda & Arisa Uotani (Fruits Basket) Honoree Mother & Daughter
Kyoko Honda & Ruki Sohma (Fruits Basket) Grandmother & Granddaughter
Akane & Hatori Sohma (Fruits Basket) Co-Workers
Akane & Shigure Sohma (Fruits Basket) Siblings
Kisa & Helena Sohma (Fruits Basket) Mother & Daughter
Hatori & Shigure Sohma (Fruits Basket) Friends
Kureno Sohma & Arisa Uotani (Fruits Basket) Couple
Kureno & Roxanne Sohma (Fruits Basket) Father & Daughter
Kureno & Nikki Sohma (Fruits Basket) Father & Daughter
Arisa Uotani & Roxanne Sohma (Fruits Basket) Mother & Daughter
Arisa Uotani & Nikki Sohma (Fruits Basket) Mother & Daughter
Isuzu & Hatsuharu Sohma (Fruits Basket) Couple
Isuzu & Riku Sohma (Fruits Basket) Mother & Son
Hatsuharu & Riku Sohma (Fruits Basket) Father & Son
Roxanne & Nikki Sohma (Fruits Basket Another) Sisters
Merryweather & Cain Hargreaves (Godchild) Siblings
Merryweather & Lilith Hargreaves (Godchild) Sisters
Merryweather Hargreaves & Judith Gabriel (Godchild) Mother & Daughter
Cain & Lilith Hargreaves (Godchild) Siblings
Dominic Crehador & Lilith Hargreaves (Godchild) Couple
Dominic & Juliet Crehador (Godchild) Father & Daughter
Lilith Hargreaves & Juliet Crehador (Godchild) Mother & Daughter
Azalea & Severus Snape (Harry Potter) Daughter & Father
Violet Parr & Clara Rydinger (The Incredibles) Mother & Daughter
Nani Pelekai & Noelani Kawena (Lilo & Stitch) Mother & Daughter
Mazikeen Smith & Trixie Espinoza (Lucifer) An Awesome Duo
Misato Uehara & Nana Osaki (NANA) Half-Sisters
Nobu Terashima & Shin Okazaki (NANA) Roommates & Bandmates
Nobu Terashima & Nana Osaki (NANA) School Friends & Bandmates
Satsuki Ichinose & Nana Osaki (NANA) Biological Daughter AU
Satsuki Ichinose & Ren Honjo (NANA) Biological Daughter AU
Ren Honjo & Nana Osaki (NANA) Couple & Former Bandmates
Ren & Ayame Honjo (NANA) Father & Son
Ren & Sakura Honjo (NANA) Father & Daughter
Ren Honjo & Yasu Takagi (NANA) Almost Brothers & Former Bandmates
Yasu Takagi & Nana Osaki (NANA) Bandmates
Nana Osaki & Ayame Honjo (NANA) Mother & Son
Nana Osaki & Sakura Honjo (NANA) Mother & Daughter
Aino & Shanks (One Piece) Crewmates
Aino & Kei (One Piece) Pupil & Mentor
Aino & Takara (One Piece) Pupils Together
Aino & Hoshiko (One Piece) Leader & Co-Leader
Akiko & Portgas D Ace (One Piece) Adoptive Siblings
Kuina & Dracule Mihawk (One Piece) Rivals, Possible Pupil & Mentor AU
Kuina & Roronoa Katana (One Piece) Mother & Daughter
Miss Goldenweek & Nefertari Vivi as Miss Wednesday (One Piece) Baroque Works Agents
Miss Goldenweek & Nico Robin as Miss All Sunday (One Piece) Baroque Works Agents
Nico Robin as Miss All Sunday & Nefertari Vivi as Miss Wednesday (One Piece) Baroque Works Agents
Nico Robin & Polly (One Piece) Mother & Daughter
Nojiko & Ace (One Piece) Couple (Verse Dependent), Straw Hat Allies
Nojiko & Portgas D Belle (One Piece) Mother & Daughter
Portgas D Ace & Belle (One Piece) Father & Daughter
Portgas D Ace & Shanks (One Piece) Luffy Protection Squad~
Shanks & Dracule Mihawk (One Piece) Rivals & Friends
Shanks & Boa Monica (One Piece) Father & Daughter
Shanks & Kei (One Piece) Former Crewmates
Trafalgar Law & Layla (One Piece) Father & Daughter
Kei & Hana (One Piece) Couple, Crewmates
Nefertari Vivi & Cleo (One Piece) Mother & Daughter
Ageha & Hikaru Hitachiin (OHSHC) Siblings
Ageha & Kaoru Hitachiin (OHSHC) Siblings
Satoshi & Takashi Morinozuka (OHSHC) Brothers
Kaoru & Hikaru Hitachiin (OHSHC) Brothers
Steven & Amy Stone (Pokemon) Father & Daughter
Eva & Steven Stone (Pokemon) Assistant & Boss
Steven Stone & Brendan Birch (Pokemon) Mentor & Pupil
Acerola & Nanu (Pokemon) Familial Bond
Acerola & Sabrina (Pokemon) Scary Skilled Trainers That Love To Play
Gary & Meg Oak (Pokemon) Father & Daughter
Gary Oak & Flannery (Pokemon) Couple - Verse Dependent
Gary Oak & Professor Kukui (Pokemon) Researchers
Gary Oak & Brendan Birch (Pokemon) Researchers
Gladion & Belladonna (Pokemon) Father & Daughter
Brendan & Willow Birch (Pokemon) Father & Daughter
Brendan Birch & Professor Kukui (Pokemon) Researchers
Sabrina & Misty (Pokemon) AU Where Sabrina Keeps Misty As Her Doll
Flannery & Meg Oak (Pokemon) Mother & Daughter
Flannery & Mimo (Pokemon) Fiery Family Legacies
Roxie & Belladonna (Pokemon) Mother & Daughter
Roxie & Gladion (Pokemon) Couple - Verse Dependent
Jessie & Mia (Pokemon) Mother & Daughter
Marlowe & Carlton Lassiter (Psych) Couple
Susie Carmichael & Angelica Pickles (Rugrats) Rivals
Susie Carmichael & Melody Finster (Rugrats) Mother & Daughter
Angelica & Dil Pickles (Rugrats) Cousins
Angelica & Charlotte Pickles (Rugrats) Daughter & Mother
Angelica Pickles & Adella Frumpkin (Rugrats) Mother & Daughter
Dil & Charlotte Pickles (Rugrats) Nephew & Aunt
Kimi Finster & Kelly Pickles (Rugrats) Mother & Daughter
Charlotte Pickles & Adella Frumpkin (Rugrats) Grandmother & Granddaughter
Will Vandom & Alexa Olsen (WITCH) Mother & Daughter
Jim & Jenny Hopper (Stranger Things) Father & Daughter
Jenny Hopper & Max Mayfield (Stranger Things) Friends, Allies
Cain & Dean Winchester (SPN) Tag Team Mark of Cain Demon Duo AU
Claire Novak & Castiel (SPN) Reluctant Guardianship AU
Castiel & Dean Winchester (SPN) Hunters
Dean & Charlotte Winchester (SPN) Siblings
Dean Winchester & Jane Novak (SPN) Godfather & Goddaughter
Castiel & Jane Novak (SPN) Father & Daughter
Starfire & Raven Roth (Teen Titans) Teammates
Takuma & Stacy Ichijo (Vampire Knight) Father & Daughter
Zero Kiryu & Magdalena (Vampire Knight) Vampire Hunters
Zero Kiryu & Kaito Takamiya (Vampire Knight) Vampire Hunters
Stella Shiki & Rima Toya (Vampire Knight) Daughter & Mother
Magdalena & Kaito Takamiya (Vampire Knight) Vampire Hunters
#mun update#ooc#(Just an idea i had)#(All started just because I thought Dean & Cain would be an interesting restart to the Knights of Hell)
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Whumptober day 11
Fandom: Stranger Things
Characters: Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair (supporting: Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers)
Warnings: Blood, minor injury
Prompt: Stitches
Summary: Erica and Lucas fight a lot but in the end, they’re family
Notes: First time writing Erica, I hope she is IC. Also very rough and off-the-cuff.
Fun fact: the idea for the injury is actually taken from the same happening to me (glass (bottle), tiled kitchen floor, shard to the leg). Mine was not quite so severe as I made it for poor Erica here but I still have the scar.
"Hey!"
Lucas smiled at her. "Hi!" He grabbed Max's hand and pulled her towards him, giving her a quick kiss. When he let her go again, his face clouded over, though. "I'm sorry, Max, I can't come out today."
"Huh?" Max raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. "Did you get grounded?"
Lucas rolled his eyes. "I'd actually prefer that," he grumbled. Louder, he continued: "No, Mom and Dad had to go to some appointment they forgot about, so--" he hooked his thumb over his shoulder towards the living room, "I'm stuck with her."
From behind him, she could hear Erica's voice: "Screw you, Lucas!"
Max laughed. "Babysitting?" At his answering nod, she smiled and gave him a little push into the house. "I'll help. We can just hang out here."
His face lit up, and he seized her hand again, squeezing it. "You're awesome – thank you."
Max just nodded – it was not much of a sacrifice. As much as she liked going to the arcade and hanging out with the rest of the Party, there was a reason Lucas was her boyfriend, after all. Time spent with him was always enjoyable.
Plus, even though Erica antagonised Lucas at every turn, Max actually liked her. She was an unstoppable bundle of self-confidence and sass and able to take down her boyfriend a peg or two which he sometimes needed. Max couldn't be solely responsible for that.
She trailed behind Lucas into the living room where Erica was curled up on the couch and was watching something on TV. "Max and I are going up to my room," he told her, "so call if you need anything. Remember, one hour, and then you turn the TV off, understood?"
Erica rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah," she answered. "Hi Max!"
"Hi Erica!" Max smiled at her. "How's everything?"
"Well, apart from being stuck here with this dumbass, as if I need a babysitter ..." Erica waved lazily at her brother, "things are good. Go suck face with him, so he leaves me alone."
Lucas groaned. "Eeeerica ..." He pulled her name apart like chewing gum.
"Luuucas," she mimicked him. "What's your problem? Go spend time with your girlfriend, so you don't have to bother me, and I don't bother you."
Lucas threw up his hands. "That's all I want!"
"Well, then you have it!"
Max watched the back-and-forth with a raised eyebrow, amused. She never got tired of watching those two bicker because it never escalated above complaining and mild insults. What a difference to her home life ... But finally, she took Lucas' arm and pulled him away. "Come on, let's go suck face or something!" She grinned up at him and then back at Erica who mimed throwing up but then flashed her a bright grin.
They spent the next half hour or so in his room (not only sucking face, thank you very much) when suddenly a loud crash disrupted the relative quiet of the house. Lucas looked up, frowning. "What's the plague doing now?" he murmured. The next moment, a wail rose up from below, and Max sat up on Lucas' bed. "That--" She didn't even manage to finish the sentence before Lucas was already up and across the room, wrenching the door open. She scrambled to follow him as quickly as she could.
When she reached the Sinclairs' kitchen, she stopped dead in her tracks. Erica sat on the floor, her hands wrapped around her right leg, crying up a storm, and there was blood smeared all over the kitchen tiles, mixed with the cold glitter of broken glass. Lucas was crouched before his sister, his eyes wide, his hands hovering over her leg. "Erica, calm down," he pleaded with her, "tell me what happened, where are you hurt?"
Max quickly crossed the remaining distance and dropped into a crouch next to them, placing a calming hand on the younger girl's arm. "Let us see," she urged her.
Erica hiccupped but finally managed to unwrap her hands from her leg. "It's bleeding so much," she whimpered. "Make it stop, Lucas!"
Lucas gave Max a helpless look but took a deep breath and pulled Erica's hands carefully away from her leg. There was a long, deep slice running up her leg from her ankle, bleeding freely. "Oh shit, Erica, how did you do that?!"
"I didn't do it on purpose, you idiot! I dropped a glass!" A bit of her usual spark lit up in Erica's eyes but was quickly extinguished as she bit her lip, fresh tears welling up. "It really, really hurts," she sobbed, and it reminded Max painfully that for all her precocious lip, Erica was still only ten years old.
She looked from the wound which was really bleeding a lot to her boyfriend. She was good at first aid but this looked as if it needed more than a plaster or even a bandage ... "We should get you to the hospital," she said. "That could need stitches."
Erica blanched and grabbed Lucas' sweater, hiding her face against his chest. "No!" she wailed. "No, I don't want that!"
Lucas rubbed her back and looked uncertainly from her to Max and down at the wound again. "Hey, Erica, Max knows a lot about first aid. When she says you need a hospital, I'm sure she's right," he told her. "And you want it to stop bleeding and hurting, don't you?"
Max squeezed Erica's arm in sympathy. "I'll grab your first aid kit so we can bandage it for the time being," she said to Lucas. "Bathroom, right?"
"Yep, left door above the sink," he replied. "Thanks, Max!"
She smiled at him, then jogged quickly to the bathroom. Luckily, Lucas' parents were the kind who kept their medicine cabinet well-stocked, and she was back quickly with a cotton pad and two rolls of bandages. Lucas readily let her do the bandaging while he held Erica, soothing her with small touches as she still clung to him, quietly crying. When Max had finished, she looked at him and asked: "Uh, how do we get her to the hospital, though? I don't think letting her ride on the back of your bike is the best idea."
Lucas frowned and rubbed a hand over his hair. "Good question. We could go over to Mike and see if his parents or Nancy can take us?" The Wheelers only lived a few doors down the road.
Max nodded, relieved. That was a good solution. "I'll go," she offered. "You stay with her."
He gave her another thankful look and nodded before going back to comforting his sister. Max almost smiled as she got up and left the kitchen. No matter their bickering, they were family, after all. It was only almost a smile, though, because she truly felt for Erica.
It turned out neither Mike nor his parents were home but luckily, Nancy was – with Jonathan, which was lucky since she wouldn't have had a car otherwise. But they only needed to hear Max's short description of what happened to get up and snatch jackets and car keys. Soon enough, she and Lucas were helping Erica into the backseat of Jonathan's old car. She had stopped crying except for the occasional sniffle or hiccup but there were still tear streaks on her cheeks, and she was refusing to let go of Lucas' hand. Lucas met Max's eyes over her head and shrugged helplessly. She shook her head at him – really, she thought it was sweet.
It turned out, while a cut in the leg was not a huge emergency, kids still got pretty quick treatment. It took maybe half an hour until a doctor saw them and confirmed Max's assessment: the wound needed stitches. This prompted another round of tears from Erica but Lucas remained patiently at her side, stroking her back and telling her: "It'll be okay. I'm sure they'll make it quick. And I'm here, I promise, I'll be here the whole time." And he was, as was Max, while the (older and a bit tired but not unfriendly) doctor cleaned the cut to ensure there was no glass in it and closed it with a few stitches.
Later, when they were again sitting in the back of Jonathan's car on the way back and Max was watching Erica leaning her head against Lucas' shoulder, she thought that Erica and Lucas were really lucky to have each other. She hoped that deep down, they knew it, too.
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Drabble: “Sometimes I really don’t like you.”
[Using @hargroovin prompts ❤]
Billy Hargrove x Reader & Billy Hargrove x Max Mayfield(sister!)
Billy Hargrove was lounging in the driver’s seat of his 1979 bright blue Camaro outside of Hawkins arcade. The sun was glaring off the paintwork he’d just waxed that morning, and it was barely warm enough to keep the windows down; but he did anyways.
He hated the arcade, too many nerds for his liking, but recently he had tended to wait outside for Max rather than speeding away as fast as possible. It had become preferable to trying to find anything else to do in this shit house of a town, especially since all the decent looking girls were already notches on his bed post.
He chose to ignore the fact that he was here for you; slouched against the car door, with a cigarette perched between his lips and sunglasses over his eyes to hide the direction of his gaze. It had become habit of late and now he couldn’t imagine spending this spare Sunday hour anywhere else. He was also ignoring how incredibly creepy it all sounded, seen as though you were working in the cafe next door to the arcade and had no idea about his greedy eyes drinking you in.
Billy had seen you around school, he couldn’t miss your wide smile and bright eyes. The popular girl, but always so kind to everyone.
Even though he knew he ran the school with his charisma and his keg stand skills, the two times he had spoken to you had been utter disasters. His charm seemed to take a knock as you weren’t affected by his seduction attempts. His intense gaze over you didn’t cause you to blush and giggle like the rest of the Hawkins female population, and his touches didn’t allow you to be putty in his hands; it was driving him insane.
Billy liked you. He liked you a lot and he couldn’t admit it to himself because he didn’t catch feelings, he couldn’t let himself get hurt. The physical and emotional pain from his Father was enough, so he wouldn’t risk his heart with anyone.
But there you were, greeting customers with that infectious smile and clearing tables with a bounce in your step, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away. You were effortlessly beautiful and far too good for him to win and dump as a pawn in his usual game.
The passenger door opened startling Billy as Max climbed in; had it really been an hour already.
“You were staring at her again weren’t you?” Max was blunt, and clearly observant of her pining step brother.
“What, no.” He snapped, sitting up and taking to keys to the ignition.
Had Max been standing she could have sent herself flying with the eye roll she gave him.
“I don’t know why you don’t just go and talk to her.”
He stopped from starting the car, glaring out the windscreen to avoid Max’s accusing eyes and kept his voice monotone, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
“Y/N!“ She sounded exasperated but determined, “Don’t think I don’t know why you hang around here ‘waiting for me’. Just go in there and talk to her.” She added a bit softer.
“I have no idea what you mean and since when do you care?” He scoffed, holding the keys to kick start the engine but still not moving.
“Because I see you everyday longing after her through a window, or across the school parking lot like a lost puppy and it’s about time you did something.” She shrugged and this time he turned to face her, he couldn’t believe how open she was being towards him. Granted they had been getting along better, ever since she saw one of the beatings Billy received from his Dad, by pure accident, they had a better understanding of one another. But they definitely hadn’t crossed the line to discussing crushes; not that he even had a crush on you anyways.
“I’ve tried!” He raised his voice to the roof of the car before bringing it back down again, “I’ve tried Max but she’s not interested.”
“You mean you’ve tried the same way you do with the other girls.” The disapproval seeping into her voice.
He was speechless. He gave up, hitting his hands on the steering wheel, throwing himself back in his seat and shaking his head at her, “Well what do you suggest?”
Max twisted towards Billy, head resting on the back of the chair as a smirk graced her lips, “Well Y/N is cool, like way too cool for you.”
“Yeah okay. Funny. Discussion over.” He sighed, ready to leave and continue his denial.
“Okay okay, sorry.” She held her hands up and continued, “She’s a classy girl Billy, she appreciates the little things. Just be genuine with her, she can probably see through that eye thing you do to the others.”
He lowered his shades to her, knowing exactly what ‘look’ she meant, and wondering how the hell she knew about his tactics, “How do you know all this?”
“Because I pay attention Billy, and I’ve been in there with the guys a few times, she’s actually pretty awesome. I guess just give her your time and attention, but mean it. She’ll come round. I mean, if you really like her.”
“When did you get smarter than me.” He grumbled at the smug look on Max’s face.
Max let out a laugh, “Billy I’ve always been smarter than you.”
“Sometimes I really don’t like you.” He replied, which only made her laugh louder and Billy allowed his own smile to appear.
Max turned back to face forward, pleased with being able to give her big brother some advice; she does anything she can to help him out now, feeling like she owes him for all those nights she got him into trouble without knowing it at the time.
“So…” She raised her eyebrows at him, “Are you going to go talk to her or what?”
However Billy finally started the car, pulling out of his parking spot with more caution than usual and took one last look at you. He could have sworn you caught his eye over the scuffed coffee cup logo printed on the glass.
“Yeah maybe tomorrow.”
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Mayfield | Series - Pt. II
Summary: Max Mayfield and Billy Hargrove aren’t the only new kids to step foot into Hawkins. Meet Y/N Mayfield, Max’s big sister, who’s here to make sure no one messes with her sister.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader (SLOW BURN)
Characters: Y/N Mayfield, Max Mayfield, Neill Hargrove, Susan Hargrove, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington
Warnings: Language, may contain sensitive topics such as substance abuse later on (I WILL GIVE A HEADS UP!)
Word Count: 1.9k
Tags (PLEASE message me if you want to be added to the permanent tag list for any fic/tag list for this particular series, especially if you already asked and I forgot!): @thegirlwhoisintoomanyfandoms @la-fille-en-aiguilles @jj-writes-shit @thebitterbookeater@with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @richletozler @royalwolfhard @just-smile-darling @w-ingardiumleviosa @buckysmaingirl @magic-and-timetravel @jupiter-leo @ttrraasshh@somekryptonitewriting @dudee-what @tmalchow @hedabucky @wallacetdog @harringtonhuddle @sarcasticalphaofthelooserspack @kingkenzieo @twelvedacrewoods @onlyalittleteenwolfobsessed @stevieboyharrington @madhatterweasley @captainelsaeverdeen @cupcaitlyn96 @anton-shudders @trashyemonerd @netflix-and-cuddles @earthvsjai @goimaginethiss @inhumanz
A/N: Lots of drama. Questions will be asked. Shit will happen. Billy is an ass. Enjoy, my friends!
Parts: Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X (FINALE)
This dinner was thrilling.
No really, it was the highlight of your life. Your mother and Neill sat at the heads of the table. You and Max were sitting together on one side of the table while Billy sat on the other. You were sure that no more than fifteen words had been uttered since you all sat down.
“So Billy,” Susan spoke up after a while and looked over at him. “Where will you be going tonight?”
You held yourself back from rolling your eyes at the lame attempt at striking up a conversation. You watched as Billy slowly turned his head towards your mother.
“Out,” he kept it short and sweet.
“Where will you be going out?” Neill decided that it would be a good time to participate in the conversation and you knew it could only go down hill from there.
“I’m going to a party,” Billy muttered underneath his breath.
“I’m sorry, did your forget something?” Neill taunted him. You hated Billy, you really did, but you wanted to get up and punch Neill for how obnoxious he could be.
“I’m going to a party, sir,” Billy glared over at his father.
“Oh!” Susan said with a small smile. She leaned onto the table and looked over you. You knew what was coming next. “Sweetie, why don’t you go with Billy?It’s a good chance for you two to catch up and make new friends.”
“No thanks,” you shot that idea down quickly.
“Left behind your party days huh, Y/N?” Billy looked over at you with that arrogant smirk you hated so much.
You chose to ignore his comment and kept looking at your mother as you spoke, “I will drop off Max to wherever she needs to go and then come back here to finish unpacking.”
“Oh okay,” Susan nodded her head a bit and then the table went silent.
You turned your head and caught Billy staring you down. Your eyebrow arched as you stared back at him, almost challenging him to say anything to you. He didn’t take the bait and instead, pushed himself from the table without another word.
You took that as a cue that dinner had officially ended and looked over at Max, asking her if she was ready to go. She jumped up and ran out to her room so she could get her things.
“I’ll be back later tonight. Don’t wait up for me,” you said to your Mom. You moved to your room to grab your leather jacket and slid it over your arms, pushing your feet into your shoes. You snatched your car keys up and met up with Max in the hallway, who was holding on to a Michael Myers mask.
You snorted and pointed to the mask, “Really?”
“Michael Myers is awesome, Y/N,” she grinned up at you which caused you to laugh and swing your arm around her shoulder.
The two of you moved out to the Challenger and you held the door open for her so she could climb in. Once you were seated and Max was buckled in, you started the engine and pulled away from the house. “Where am I taking you?”
“Just a few blocks. There’s this area that all of the kids hit so I figured I’d run around,” she shrugged her shoulders a bit.
You nodded your head and glanced over at her, your voice soft, “Are you hanging out with those boys that were on the bikes before?”
Max’s face turned red as she inhaled and she quickly shook her head, “No. I don’t have friends here.”
“Okay,” you left the subject alone but you reached over to touch her shoulder gently. “I don’t want you to be afraid of settling in and making friends, Max.”
“I’m not,” she tried to deny it.
“I’m not saying that you are, kid,” you sighed. “But I know this move was hard, especially since I didn’t make it with you, and for that I am sorry. I want you to know that I’m here now though and I’m not going anywhere, okay?”
Max nodded her head slowly and reached up to squeeze your hand. “Mom told me about George, Y/N,” she whispered.
You breathed in suddenly and pulled your hand away at the mention of your ex-boyfriend. “We’re not talking about that now or never,” you muttered underneath your breath and the two of you went silent.
A few minutes later you pulled over to the side so Max could climb out and join the rest of the trick or treaters. You told her to have fun and she gave you a small smile before she climbed out, and you watched her for a minute to make sure she would be okay. After a few minutes you pulled away, whispering to herself, “Now let’s go find dear stepbrother Billy!’
You drove around Hawkins for a while, trying to find a house that looked like it was being the host of an unsupervised Halloween party and it did not take you long at all. Cars lined the streets and you could hear music fill the air. Teens littered the lawn as they pushed their way into the house. You brought your car to a stop and took a deep breath. This was the last place you wanted to be, but you had to get Billy alone without Max, your Mom and Neill around.
You left your car and locked it up before you started walking over to the house. You pushed the door open and pushed your way through a group of people, looking around slowly. Mötley Crüe was blasting through the speakers and you took your time walking around the house to see if you could catch a glimpse of Billy. It didn’t take you too long.
He was making his way over to a couple pressed up against the wall. The girl was looking over at Billy with a concerned face as the guy pulled his sunglasses off, staring him down. There were two other guys behind Billy, patting his shoulders and egging on the one in the blazer.
“Yeah. Eat it, Harrington!”
You stepped over just as the girl walked away and stood behind everyone, shouting loudly over the music, “I see you’ve found yourself some cronies, Billy!”
He turned slowly and the other two looked at you with confused expressions, or maybe that was how they always looked. You weren’t sure. The one in the blazer took off and ran after his girlfriend.
Billy glared at you and you smirked.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he practically spat the words at you.
“I came to visit my brother!” you smiled widely.
“Whoa! This is your sister?” One of the guys looked you up and down slowly, causing you to roll your eyes.
“She is not my sister,” Billy growled.
You pouted, “Well that’s not very nice.”
“What do you want, Mayfield?”
“You and I need to have a little heart to heart. Let’s go,” you turned your back to him as you made your way out to the backyard. He followed, without his cronies trailing after him, and you kept walking until you two were completely alone.
You spun around and pushed his chest violently, glaring at him. He stumbled back and breathed in, his eyes lighting up with anger.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” you yelled at him. “You could have killed those kids!”
“You mean Max’s little hick friends?” he started to laugh slowly and held his cigarette up to his lips, taking a slow drag of it. He blew the smoke in your face and you held you breath. “I would’ve been doing this town a favor by running them down.”
“You’re an asshole,” you snapped at him. “Whatever you’ve been doing to Max while I was gone stops now. If I see you even blink in her direction or in the directions of any of her friends, I swear to you that I will make your life a living hell.”
“You’re not gonna do shit to me, princess,” Billy continued to laugh, completely unaffected by your threats. “Why don’t you get back in your car, drive all the way back to California, and stay with George? Oh wait...” Billy gasped a bit and held his hand up to his mouth. “You can’t because-”
Your hand swung back and came in contact with his face as you slapped him hard, the sound reverberating. His face snapped to the side and he slowly turned it back towards you, whispering dangerously, “You’re going to regret that.”
“Not as much as you’ll regret hurting my sister and those kids once I’m done with you,” you spit down at his shoes and he turned away, rushing back to the house.
You stayed behind to get yourself together. You could feel your chest tightening up and you leaned forward, breathing in and breathing out slowly. You kept your eyes shut tight and stood like that for quite some time before you felt good enough to walk back into the house so you could leave.
Duran Duran was playing now and you pushed your way around people to try and find the exit. You jumped back as someone rushed in front of you and you looked over, seeing that it was the guy wearing the black blazer. He had his head down and was rushing for the front door. You followed him, not because you were creepy but because you two were leaving, but you noticed that he seemed to be stumbling over his own two feet and couldn’t get his car open.
You slowly made your way over to him, hearing him mutter under his breath, “Bullshit...doesn’t love me, it’s all bullshit...”
He dropped his keys and cursed, and that’s when you stepped in. “Hey,” you called out to him. “Are you okay?”
He looked up at you and you could see that he had been crying. He looked away quickly and cleared his throat, speaking up a little, “Yeah I’m fine.”
“Okay well you seem a little drunk so I don’t think driving is the best thing for you right now,” you took a step closer to him.
“Trust me, I’m fine. I can drive,” he tried reassuring you.
Something in you snapped and you reached forward to snatch his keys from the ground. He jumped up and yelled, trying to reach forward to grab them but you jumped back.
“My car is down this street,” you said. “Let me give you a ride and you can come back tomorrow to get it.”
Without saying another word, you started to walk off. Whether he followed you or not wasn’t a problem. You had his keys and the world wouldn’t have to worry about a drunk driver.
You unlocked your car and turned your head, seeing that he had in fact followed you. The two of you climbed in without speaking and you drove away.
After a while, you looked over at him and asked, “You gonna tell me your address or not?”
He muttered it under his breath as he gazed out of the window. Silence filled the car again and you focused on driving instead of what had happened to make this guy so miserable.
About ten minutes later, you pulled up a house that seemed pretty empty. “Is this your place?” you asked him.
He nodded his head and without saying anything, not even a proper thank you, he reached between you two to grab his keys and stepped out of the car, practically dragging himself to his front door.
“You’re welcome!” you shouted after him before shaking your head, putting the car back in drive. “Un-fucking-believable,” you cursed as you drove away, the tires screeching as you slammed your foot on the gas.
Welcome to Hawkins, Indiana. Everything here will suck.
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No One Like You
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by StilesBastille24
Max rolls up on her skateboard. She’s got this serious look on her, with her brows curved down, her mouth a firm straight line. “I need a ride to the hospital.”
Steve’s up in a heartbeat, smashing his cigarette beneath his sneaker and fishing his car keys out of his back pocket. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Max stops storming across his lawn. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and Steve sees the battle in her clear blue eyes about whether or not to cry. “I’ve gotta go see Billy, okay?”
Words: 40411, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Susan Mayfield, Mrs. Henderson, Joyce Byers, Will Byers, Robin Buckley
Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Additional Tags: post-season 3, Billy & Steve get together, Max is a great sister, Steve is a good guy, Billy is recovering, Steve helps him do that, Bisexual Steve, Robin is an awesome best friend, 80s movies references, also: hair washing
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Homeward Bound: Chapter 14
Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14
Chapter Summary: It was all a little harmless, late night summer fun, right?
Word Count: 3,329
Warnings: Swearing, Blood mention, death mention, this part’s pretty dark and violent so maybe avoid it if that worries you sorry
Permanent Tag: @hotstuffhargrove @denimjacketkisses @hargrovesgoldilocks @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @hipsmcgee @casaharrington @thechickvic @alex--awesome--22
Series Tag: @moonstruckhargrove @baebee35 @kurt-nightcrawler @supernatural-pants @thoughstofaredhead @bby-becca @fear-the-reaper115 @estheflowergirl @onemorekissisallittakes
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” you asked the trio: Max, Lucas, and Marcy, all looking at you like deer caught in headlights. You had to work very hard to look as serious as possible. In actuality you couldn’t give two shits if they were sneaking out nor where they were going, but seeing their little, scared faces was well worth the effort.
“Why are you wandering around our streets? Aren’t you supposed to be out with your friends?” Lucas countered, obviously trying to be the brave hero of the group, but failing spectacularly.
“Got coated in a milkshake, left early. Not exactly my finest hour.” You replied with a chuckle, brushing sticky hair out of your face.
“We’re breaking into the public pool. You wanna come?” Max announced breezily, tossing her backpack over her shoulder with a confidence not found in her co-conspirators.
Marcy gasped, smacking Max hard and earning a death glare from her. “Shut up…” she said through gritted teeth, as though that was going to come off as subtle.
“Nah, Y/N’s cool, it’s no biggie.” Lucas replied, grabbed Max’s other arm to keep her from attacking the girl, flashing you a Crest white smile.
“She could rat on us.” Marcy snapped at him, her sharp angled black hair swiping over her eye, forcing her to angrily brush it away.
“Nah, I’m chill.” You said with a shrug “And yeah, sure I’ll come, sounds fun.”
“You’re not invited.” Marcy crossed her arms tightly over her chest, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah she is, she’s chill.” Max snapped at her, pushing ahead to head onto the sidewalk, watching the upper windows for flickering lights from TV sets.
“This is a couple’s thing.” Marcy retorted harshly, looking you over with a sneer. She obviously thought lowly of you and it seemed to be manifesting now in your lack of a man on your trip. She was sounding more like your mother than you liked and it made you want to turn and leave.
“No it’s not.” Lucas replied, bewildered. He turned to you and said “Will’s coming alone.” And that alone encouraged you to stay.
“And since when are you and Dustin an item?” you asked, cocking your head to the side, looking at her pityingly; you might not have to fight like a teen girl anymore, but you could still throw down with the best of them. Marcy groaned loudly, throwing her hands up in the air. You couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed of being called out or simply annoyed with your lack of defeat.
“We’re gonna go get Will, you go get Dustin and we’ll meet you there, yeah?” Lucas said, pulling his bike from the wall and pushing it over to the sidewalk, hopping on and letting Max get on the seat.
“I’ll meet you there.” Marcy grumbled, hopping on her own bike and rushing off before you could even bother to ask where she was rushing off to. You rolled your eyes, rushing off down the street, cutting through back roads to get to your own house just a second faster, even though it risked you getting chased by a dog or getting cuts on your ankles from thorny rose bushes.
You unlocked your door slowly and tiptoed upstairs. You made a beeline for Dustin’s room and, using your old Morse code knock against the wood before pulling open the door.
“What? What’d you want?” Dustin snapped, dropping his drawstring bag to the floor as though it would be more subtle than just holding it. You noted the already open window.
“Relax, I already know where you’re going. I’m not ratting on you, I’m going with you.” You replied, shutting the door slowly, keeping your voice low.
“How’d you find out?”
“I ran into Max, Lucas, and Marcy sneaking out of the Mayfield house.” You told him, watching the colour drain from his face.
“Marcy’s coming?” he asked slowly, looking to his bag slowly.
“You didn’t know?”
“No, I didn’t. I didn’t think Max was going to invite her.”
“Oh. Well, she is, I guess. Anyway, I’ll meet you at the side gate, okay?” You grabbed the door handle, turning it slowly and creeping out back into the hall and into your own room.
Why you’d brought a swimsuit, you had no idea. Maybe it was a leftover from your last trip, maybe you’d had a premonition about what would happen while you were in town, maybe you just thought about the pool in town and threw it in just in case, either way you had an old black one piece in your bag which you pulled on easily and pulled the diner shirt on top, followed by the shorts you were wearing earlier that day. You raked your hair up again, cringing at the crunchy knots that had formed in the wake of the mess. You threw a towel out the window and planned to follow it when your door swung open.
“Y/N! I didn’t hear you come in!” your mother chimed worriedly.
“Yeah, sorry, I kind of snuck in, didn’t want to bother you.”
“I thought you’d be out longer…” she hummed.
“Yeah well, Marvin spilled a shake on me and I can only sit around sticky for so long.” You said with a shrug, pointing to your abandoned skirt.
She cooed at the stain, picking up the material and scratching at it with her fingernail “I’ll get this out, you heading out again?” she asked, folding the skirt in her hands.
“Yeah…just wanted to change before I head back.” You lied through your teeth.
“Alright, just don’t be out too long, don’t wanna miss the main event.” She warned “And DON’T be too loud when you come home, I don’t want to be woken up.”
“I got it, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said softly, waving as she headed out of the room. You quickly stuck your head out the window and looked for a sign of Dustin. He waved your towel over his head before climbing onto his bike and riding off. You huffed and ran out of your room, bounding down the steps and slipping on your shoes before running out the door.
You only lived a few streets away from the Hawkins community pool, you could easily run it. And so you did, bolting down the sidewalk, hearing the slap of rubber soles against pavement and the glow of streetlights casting yellow circles on the road, lighting your way. You felt like a child again, rushing far past your parents despite their yelling for you to slow down. You found yourself laughing to yourself, turning down towards the park and taking a sharp turn to the grass and up a small hill to the fence.
You found the teens waiting for you, leaning casually against the fence and talking amongst themselves as though Marcy wasn’t trying to pick the lock to the open the gate, a second bobby pin held tightly between your teeth.
“You guys know the fence isn’t like topped in barbed wire, right? We could just hop it.” you said between huffing breaths, hunching slightly as you caught your breath.
“Did you run here? Where’s your bike?” Max asked, looking you over judgementally.
“My bike? My bike is probably being ridden by some kid in Malcolm; I sold it when I moved. I have a license-I don’t need a bike.” You replied, standing up straighter and wiping the sweat from your forehead.
“How are you gonna get away from the police when they get called?” Lucas asked.
“Why would I need to run from the police?” you countered.
“Because we’re breaking and entering. And every year we do this, the police get called.” Dustin said, dropping his bike against the fence.
“And we’ve never been caught, so you better not get ruin that streak.” Max pointed a finger at you, trying to look as stern as her slight baby face would allow.
“Wouldn’t she love getting caught by Officer Harrington? Probably wants him to frisk her…” Marcy muttered, roughly pulling the bobby pin from the pad lock.
“Hey!” Dustin snapped before you could “That’s my sister. Be nice or go home.” Marcy looked up, gobsmacked, gaping like a fish. But Dustin didn’t back down, watching her carefully, firm in his convictions. Marcy scoffed, rolling her eyes, but she dropped the sneer she’d been sending you every so often.
“If anyone’s gonna get us caught, it’s me.” A tiny voice added, trying to diffuse tension in the group.
Will Byers was still tiny and frail, still wearing a bowl cut, still dressed in hand-me-downs, and still happy as ever to be a part of a group. He was taller than last you saw him, but he was only an inch or two taller than Dustin, which wasn’t saying much as Dustin would always be sort of short. He was still stick thin, although now he looked as though he ran, maybe even track, either way his legs looked strong and powerful. He finally looked like the kid who fought monsters before adulthood, who’d nearly died twice and saved lives all the while-he looked powerful, but there was weariness in his eyes, the light had been dimmed with age. He looked to be the oldest of the group despite them all being the same age; he just had a maturity that comes with forced growing. It made you sad to look at him-you were sure that his whole childhood had been ruined by all of this. But he was smiling, that was the uplifting thing-he kept smiling throughout his lives pain.
“You will not!” you replied, chuckling to yourself as you pulled him into a slightly unwanted hug, filled with emotions you hadn’t had moments ago.
“I missed you too…” Will muttered, rubbing your back awkwardly. He wasn’t put off by the sentiment, you noted, just simply that he was embarrassed by it happening in front of his friends and a practical stranger. Still, he didn’t push you away; he accepted your love with as much in his own heart for you. The bond you all had shared didn’t fade with time away from them all; you swore you’d given bits of your heart to everyone who’d lived through the mess of Hawkins that you’d never have a full heart to give to anyone else. That didn’t matter though, not when you had all these little families waiting for you.
You let go first, huffing out a sigh and nodding slightly “Alright, let’s do this before we get caught.” You announced to the group.
“Lock’s not coming undone. It’s no good.” Marcy countered, getting up and shrugging comically “You should just head home, Y/N, it’s a crap shoot.”
You rolled your eyes “If you think a shitty lock is gonna stop us, then you’re nuts.” You hooked your foot into the fence and gripped onto it, pulling yourself up, climbing carefully until you got to the top, hooking your leg over the other side and looking down at the kids staring up at you. “You act like we haven’t done this before, guys, come on!” you cried, jumping off the top and landing gracelessly on the tile below, hopping to your feet and pulling off your top and shorts, hopping into the open water and relishing in the luke warm water left open since the pool’s closure for the day. Soon enough you were surrounded by laughing kids, splashing each other and bobbing under the water.
“Wait!” you said as Max tried to dunk your head underwater, using her buoyancy to gain leverage against you “Where’s Mike?”
“Visiting with El!” Will called, chasing after Lucas. It was as though no time passed. You found yourself smiling at the whole scene, pushing away from Max and catching Dustin by the ankle before he swam over to Lucas, leaving Marcy pouting in the corner, not even in the pool.
“Personal question.” You whispered, cupping a hand over his ear.
Dustin groaned “What?”
“Are you and Marcy a thing or not? Cause she tried to tell me that you were.” You asked softly, eyes darting briefly to her steely gaze, toes grazing the water.
Dustin shook his head “Not as far as I know.” He said. He didn’t look happy about the new information either; instead he was frowning, a crease forming in between his eyebrows. “It’s complicated, I’ll explain later.” He said, swimming off before you could demand an answer.
You nodded to yourself, choosing to take a break from the dog pile forming in the corner and not wanting to breech the wall of sneer Marcy was building. You held yourself up on the ledge, staring out into the forest.
As much as you were trying, this place would never be a happy place for you. It was full of too many terrible memories to fully enjoy. Heather had worked here, she was head lifeguard when you returned, her dream job. She’d written you letters every summer you were away from Hawkins about her job, all of them a who’s-who of people who flirted with her-the little kids who made her laugh in their attempts and all the adults who made her want to crawl out of her skin-and how she couldn’t get the smell of chlorine out of her hair and how, at the end of every summer, her hair would be green from the constant chlorine in it. She’d always have her save of the summer, the highlight of the last year’s being performing mouth to mouth on hunky senior Bryce Lee, which she bemoaned was the closest thing to kissing she’d gotten up to.
You were the highlight of her last summer.
The thought permeated your thoughts. You were the highlight. And you’d barely seen her. She declared it in the last letter she wrote you before you moved back, stating that even her new boyfriend, Keith, couldn’t beat you coming back. You were flattered, excited to see her, but then Hawkins took over your brain and you fell away, despite her pleas to come visit her. You just couldn’t find the time, you were so tied up. It all felt so stupid-you should’ve visited her. You should’ve let her in. You shouldn’t have gotten in yourself in the first place. You should’ve spent your summer by the pool instead of hunting monsters.
Maybe if you did, it all wouldn’t have happened the way it did.
You let go of the edge, sinking into the water with nose held, squeezing your eyes shut. The memory came anyway.
Heather never took the closing shift, but she did when you asked. You told her that you’d hang out while she closed up. And she agreed. In reality, you were watching the perimeter of the woods entering the park, waiting for the sign El had predicted you’d see. To prove that all of this was manifesting physically too.
“So, anyway, Keith’s been begging me to dress up like this character from Dragon Slayer, Princess Daphne, apparently he’s into her. And I don’t know, you know? Like is that weird?” Heather was rambling as the skimmed the pooling, waving a polite goodbye to her co-worker, leaving the pool area with a confused expression.
“Hm? Oh, um well it’s only weird if you think it’s weird, Heath, if you’re into it or up for it, then do it.” you said; you weren’t really paying attention, you’d heard about this before. “But know that my dweeby brother is into her, too.” You added with a smirk, looking over to catch her grimace before looking back out into the woods. As expected, Hopper was waiting at the forest edge, leaning on the door of the paddy wagon. You nodded to him, which he returned easily.
“Ew! Ugh, Y/N why would you tell me that? SO nasty!” Heather exclaimed, almost dropping her skewer in the pool.
“What? It’s true! Him and all his little buddies used to be, well not so much Will, but he had a hard couple of years so I get it. But him and Mike and Lucas all adored her. Now it’s just Dustin cause they both have little girlfriends.” You said.
Heather sighed “You remember when everyone in middle school wanted to be in relationships so bad? And we played matchmaker for a fee? How many relationships did we set up in seventh grade alone? Like fifteen?”
“Probably, the only one that stuck was Carol and Tommy, not my best move. They’re the only ones I really remember, other than when I tried to set up Steve Harrington with myself and it all fell apart.”
“Oh yeah!” Heather giggled “He wanted his money back and you’d already spent it on the tickets to see The Outsiders at the Hawk. So I had to set him up with Annie Howards to get him off your ass! Oh my god that was a nightmare, I was worried about it for weeks!”She shrieked, but you weren’t listening. Something caught your eye at the corner of the scene and you were trying to signal to Hopper to look out for it, but he wasn’t listening-he was all dazed out, his mind under someone else’s control.
Quickly, you paced to the other side of the pool, gripping onto the fence and trying to force yourself to be able to see further away from yourself, wishing binoculars weren’t so suspicious in this scenario.
“So, anyway, are you coming with me and my mom to see Cher? You said you would but then you’ve been so busy since you got back-” she never got through that last sentence; it was cut off by a guttural scream. You turned around fast, but not fast enough-it was already too late.
You’d never seen one up close; you’d never seen what they did to people. They really did earn their names; they attacked just like wild dogs and looked like demons. It was on top of Heather, ripping at her flesh, tearing her limb from limb. You ran for your crowbar, pulling it out of your bag and smack the thing as hard as you could.
But it was too late. It didn’t matter.
Heather was gone.
The thing had gone after her face, ripping off her skin and then her head. Blood pouring from the open wound on her neck. It was eating her head. She was gone. She was gone.
You couldn’t remember what happened after that, the memory of Heather’s lifeless body took it over.
It filled your mind even now.
You forced your head above the water, gasping desperately for air, your lungs screaming to feel something again. You forced yourself to the edge of the pool, holding yourself up and squeezing your eyes shut, counting every breath you pushed out and took in.
Ripping and tearing and screaming…
But Heather’s scream echoed through your mind. You couldn’t block it out. You had to get out.
Blood and cries and oh my fucking god…
“Police!” you heard a voice behind you called, and you vaguely felt someone pulling you out of the pool and pushing you to move forward. But you were frozen in place, unable to move, trapped in your mind.
The white lights blinded you at first, but then they were street lights and the sky was warm and sunburnt. You found yourself running to the fence, but something was coming towards you, fast. You let out a scream that rip through your throat. You tried to scramble up the fence, but your wet feet slipped. You hit the concrete and tile with a thud.
And Heather on the ground lifeless and gone and oh my…
It was over you before you could try to cover yourself, to protect your vital organs. Across the tile, Heather’s body lay lifeless and bloody.
“No!” you cried, but it wasn’t your voice, it was Heather’s final cry. And then, everything went black.
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No One Like You
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by StilesBastille24
Max rolls up on her skateboard. She’s got this serious look on her, with her brows curved down, her mouth a firm straight line. “I need a ride to the hospital.”
Steve’s up in a heartbeat, smashing his cigarette beneath his sneaker and fishing his car keys out of his back pocket. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Max stops storming across his lawn. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and Steve sees the battle in her clear blue eyes about whether or not to cry. “I’ve gotta go see Billy, okay?”
Words: 40411, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Susan Mayfield, Mrs. Henderson, Joyce Byers, Will Byers, Robin Buckley
Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington
Additional Tags: post-season 3, Billy & Steve get together, Max is a great sister, Steve is a good guy, Billy is recovering, Steve helps him do that, Bisexual Steve, Robin is an awesome best friend, 80s movies references, also: hair washing
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