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cantforgetaboutmunson · 2 years

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While my guitar gently weeps ~ Max Mayfield

Song: While my guitar gently weeps - The Beatles

Summary: Max finds solace with you one night, after a particularly rough nightmare. While sitting in your room, she asks you play a song for her.

Pairing: Max Mayfield x gn!Reader

Warnings: Angsty, swearing, mentions of death/grieving, mentions of Billy, fluffy moments here and there.

Notes: This is a bit of a long one, sorry. I haven’t written anything like this in 5 years, so please bear with me. The idea popped into my head earlier this week and I just have a soft spot for Max. Plus the song just seemed fitting in my mind, especially since it came out in 1968. I also made the reader like 1-2 years older than the younger kids. Just so them having a job made more sense. Reader and Max aren’t together in this one, but they both know of the others feelings. You can listen to the song throughout this one if you want :)

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Coming home from the late shift at the Arcade was not something I was thrilled about. The smell of sweat along with an overwhelming stench of old pizza made me feel slightly sick, but hey, it pays well and I couldn’t complain too much. My parents were out of town visiting one of my relatives so it was just me at home. Not that I minded too much. Placing my keys down on the coffee table, I headed towards my room, passing the kitchen on the way.

I wasn’t all that hungry. I had eaten a late dinner with Steve and Robin after they were done with their shifts at Family Video. It was nice working next to them. During breaks, I would go next door and poke fun at Steve for another one of his failed attempts at keeping a girls attention. Robin would join in occasionally and the both of us found enjoyment through Steve’s deflated expression. It was all in good fun. All of us teasing each other on our love lives, or lack there of. Steve and I would tease Robin about Vickie, the Robin and I would tease Steve, and they would tease me about my feelings for Max.

It’s not like I haven’t told her how I feel. I have, I swear, it’s just that neither one of us has really spoken on where this goes for our relationship. At least, not anymore than we already have. She wants to take things slow, she’s still processing things after the whole Starcourt fiasco, which I completely understand. Even if her and Billy weren’t on the best of terms, he was still her brother. She’d talk to me about him from time to time, only when she was ready to speak on it though. I’ve never wanted to pressure her to talk to me, so I just let her come to me when she feels comfortable. I care about Max, more than I originally thought I would, and I only want the best for her.

I was finishing changing out of my work clothes and into a pair of shorts and a hoodie, when I heard a series of knocking at my front door. I wasn’t really expecting anyone. I looked at the clock on my nightstand, it read 10:37. Maybe it was Dustin? He did have a tendency to bike over to my house when he had nothing better to do.

Upon opening the door, I don’t see Dustin. Instead I’m met with Max, who looked like she had ridden her skateboard all the way over here. She was breathing heavily and it looked like she had some tear tracks on her face that were slightly dried. From the wind blowing in her face you think.

I looked at her concerned, “Max? What’re you doing here? It’s kinda late.”

She rolled her eyes at me slightly and was rolling on the balls of her feet. She was avoiding looking at me in the eyes and it made me feel more worried.

“Mom’s not at home tonight and I didn’t feel like being by myself. Are you going to let me in or what?”, she said while looking at the wind chimes my mom hung up by the door.

Upon realizing that I haven’t given her space to come in, I frantically open the door a bit more, “Oh yeah! Yeah, yeah, come in. I’m sorry for not letting you in sooner.”

She brushes off my apologies and walks right past me to my room. I locked the door and walked behind her. She got there before me and was laying on my bed, her back towards me. It was quiet for a moment. I didn’t want to accidentally set her off by asking her what was wrong when I knew she probably wouldn’t want me asking that. I leaned against the door frame to my room and just played with the loose string on my shorts.

“You don’t have to stand by the door like a creep, you know. Especially in your own home”, Max said with her back still turned. “Come over here”, she paused, “Please?”

Immediately I started walking over to my bed and sat up, leaning on my headboard. Her back was close to my thigh and all I wanted to do was touch her. Just so she knows that I’m here and she’s not alone.

She turns over suddenly and I can see the furrow in her brows as she’s thinking. Of what, I don’t know. I reach over and rub my thumb between her brows and her face contorts back to one of neutrality.

“You’re going to get premature wrinkles if you keep thinking so hard like that.”

She fixes her gaze on me and flicks my thigh, “Shut up asshole.”, as she then looks away from me, hiding a small smile. I count that as a personal victory.

A minute passes, neither of us talking. Just the sound of us breathing and Max leaning into the hand that was playing with her hair. She seemed content for now, and so was I. As long as she was no longer crying.

“I miss him, you know?”, she says quietly. I look down at her to see that her eyes were flicking between looking up at me and looking at something in my room, that I couldn’t pinpoint.

“I miss him sometimes. The smell of his cologne mixed with cigarettes. Him blaring his music in his room when Neil wasn’t home. I even miss him getting annoyed at me for being late to his car.” The hand that was playing with her hair was now being held in her hand. My thumb as rubbing back and fourth on top of her hand. She sniffed and looked at our hands, “I had a nightmare. That’s why I came here. I couldn’t go back to sleep and the more I tried, the more pathetic I felt. Pathetic at the fact that I can’t be by myself anymore without feeling so alone. Pathetic at the fact that even though he was a shitty brother, he was still my brother and one of the only pieces of family I had left. Pathetic at the fact that I’m rambling about this to you when I know you probably have better things to do but the think is, I don’t feel safe with anyone but you.”

I’m stunned by her words. She’s never said that much in a short amount of time. A warm feeling blossoms in my chest at the fact that she feels safe with me. Out of all of our friends, it’s me she wants to be around.

“I don’t think it’s pathetic honey. You’ve never been pathetic to me. Never ever. You’re one of the strongest girls I’ve ever met. I’m always going to be here for you. No matter the time of day, you can come to me and I’ll be here with open arms. I care about you Max. I always have and I always will.”

She looks up to me and a small smile breaks out onto her face. She squeezes my hand and starts to sit up. Leaning on the headboard with me, she looks to the other side of the room, “Can you play the song? For me?”, she says quietly.

I knew what song she was talking about. It was one of the songs that I learned early on in our friendship, thanks to Eddie’s guitar lessons, and she would ask me to play it for her when she comes over. I walk over to my guitar and make my way back to her.

I pluck the first couple of chords until eventually the soft tune starts filling the room.

“I look at you all

See the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps”

I feel a weight against my shoulder as I continue strumming along with the words. I wasn’t the best singer, in my opinion, but that never stopped me from playing it for Max. All she had to do was look at me with her beautiful eyes and I would do absolutely anything to keep the sparkle of wonder that remained in them.

“I don't know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love

I don't know how someone controlled you

They bought and sold you”

My head slowly lowered down to lean against hers on my shoulder. This had become second nature to me. Max and me, sitting on my bed, with her close to me, and listening to the same song every time she comes over. This was our new normal now. Away from the Upside Down, away from demodogs and demogorgons. With or without the use of labels between Max and I, it doesn’t matter to me at the moment. She matters to me. Right here, right now.

“With every mistake

We must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps”

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I hope y’all enjoyed that one! I tried my hardest to make it all flow together and hopefully y’all could understand where I was going with it. I’m also hoping I didn’t make too many errors. Maybe I’ll write more like this in the future but for now, thank you for reading :)

Nic <3

#max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x Gn!reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #fluff #angst #stranger things x reader #max mayfield imagine

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e-dollly · 2 years

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Can you please do October headcanons for Max x gn reader? Thanks for your time!

Sure thing ! I enjoyed writing it, but it's my first time :>

Max x GN!Reader October Headcanons

So first of all, we all know that Max likes playing tough.

But when you both are alone, it’s only cuddling under the covers and “don’t you dare leave- I don’t care if you have anything to do, you’re staying with me !”

Definitely making hot cacaos,this always end up in a cacao powder fight

When your parents come back home, they often find you both snuggling on the couch, under the warmest blanket of the house sound asleep

Then, when the noise of the camera wake you up, you will go to your room

Max will lay on your torso while reading comics

If you run your fingers in her hair, she will smile so hard !

She will hide her face in your neck and kiss it as a thank you

She also will be the same color as her hair

But don’t you dare stop !

She will pout and then move away

Now !! For cuddles sessions !!

There is two choice :

She lays on you, her head in your neck, playing with the small hair.

You’re holding her and tracing shapes on her hips and lower back.

Second scenario : You’re curling on her side, while she’s holding you with her head on top of yours

She sometimes will kiss your head

Will steal share each others warm clothes

For Halloween !

Oh God she has so many ideas !

You probably go as a couple from an horror or action movie

Or maybe she’ll somehow managed to rope the party to go as a movie group

Who knows, she probably threatens Mike and blackmailed Dustin or Lucas

ANYWAYS

Please, carve pumpkins together !

You do Max’s, she does yours !

She’ll definitely keep it even if it’s rotten

Her mom knew it was gonna happen, so she took a few pics of you, your pumpkin, Max and her pumpkin.

She developed the photos and your redhead pinned it on her wall

( She also have pics of dates you both had, and photos of the whole party )

You’ll eat candy till you get sick

When you sleepover in Mike’s basement, El, Lucas and Will take so many pictures of you both being cute and Max blushing at your comments

They even called Jonathan so he could take some profesional pics of everyone

To summarize, you both are so cute !!

Thank you for your request I hope you liked it ! ★

#stranger things #max mayfield x gn!reader #max mayfield x you #max mayfield #el hopper #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers #e's stories #max mayfield x reader

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crvptidgf · 2 years

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TYSM FOR 1K!!!💞

omg i really did not think this account would get such traction - considering i continously have been MIA in the past.

but srsly thank you to everyone who has shown any amount of support these past few years, no matter how fleeting the interaction.

i feel like i should do something special but idk what!! any ideas?💓

♡ ♡ ♡

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dopelavender · 2 years

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stranger things fans after the illegal events of vol. 2

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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healing

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 5,445

warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??

a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333

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November 1985

“No.”

“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”

Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.

“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.

She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”

The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”

Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.

“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”

Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.

“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”

Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.

It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.

You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.

Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.

But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.

There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.

Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.

You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”

He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.

When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”

He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.

“Hey. Glad your test is over?”

That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”

You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.

“You have work today?”

Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.

Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.

“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”

You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”

The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.

“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.

The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.

“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.

“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.

“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.

Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.

Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.

“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”

“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”

Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.

Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.

He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.

You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.

He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.

When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.

Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.

He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.

“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.

He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?” “Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.

“Besides what?”

You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.

Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.

“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.

“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.

“You know what.”

“I want you to go.”

“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”

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The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.

Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.

She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.

Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”

You and Billy.

You and Billy Hargrove.

Sharing a room.

Sharing a bed.

Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.

“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.

“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”

That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”

You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?

Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?

“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”

He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”

He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.

“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”

You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.

“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”

You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.

“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.

You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”

Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.

“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”

You nod your head, and try to move back from him.

Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”

You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”

Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.

“Really?”

He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.

“Yeah, baby.”

Baby.

It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.

And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.

“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”

“Mhm. Thought so.”

This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.

“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.

When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.

You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.

You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.

Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.

“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.

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Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.

“Right hand blue.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”

Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.

“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”

“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.

He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.

Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.

He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”

“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”

“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.

“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”

You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.

“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.

You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”

His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”

Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.

The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.

It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.

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You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.

You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.

He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.

When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.

You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.

He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.

“C’mere then.”

You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”

“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”

“Billy.”

“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.

Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.

He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”

“Yeah.”

Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”

“Yes.”

He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.

Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.

He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.

“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”

You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.

“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.

“You’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”

He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.

It’s just me.

“Do they hurt at all?”

Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.

“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”

You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.

He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.

“Goodnight, Billy.”

He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.

“Goodnight, baby.”

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When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.

Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.

You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.

Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.

Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.

You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.

“Sleep okay?” she asks.

“Mhm. You?”

“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”

You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.

“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”

You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”

“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”

You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”

“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.

“Oh my god.”

“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”

“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”

“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.

“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”

Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”

He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.

“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”

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Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.

It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.

It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.

You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.

“Whatcha doin’?”

Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.

“That sounds nice.”

“Mhm.”

“I can go back inside, if you want.”

Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.

“Okay.”

He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.

“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”

“I understand, Billy.”

You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.

“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.

“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”

He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.

Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.

When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.

He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.

“You motherfucker!”

You get him back, and he’s laughing.

Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.

You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.

“Billy!”

“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.

You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.

When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.

“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”

You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.

He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.

He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.

Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.

It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.

When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.

Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.

“I’m in love with you, you know.”

“I know,” you respond.

He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.

“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”

“Damn right you are.”

You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.

“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.

“So much for that,” Billy says.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”

“Stop whining.”

Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.

“Get off.”

“No.”

“Get off, please.”

“Make me.”

There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.

He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”

And you’d do it again.

“Didn’t work, did it?”

“No. Shut up and take it.”

By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.

You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.

He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.

He’s never had this before.

Hell, you’ve never had this before.

And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.

You’re healing him. You.

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The Player and The Cheerleader

Billy Hargrove x Cheerleader Reader

Summary: All Billy thinks cheerleading is that's it's just flips and splits. The view changes when he has a run in with a certain Hawkins High School cheerleader.

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Billy didn't care for anyone by any means. Either it be in Indiana or California. If he doesn't see you as someone worth his time then he didn't talk to you or give you the time of day. One of those groups in specific were cheerleaders. From his point of view they were only pretty girls to look at, that's pretty much how everyone treated the cheerleader at this point. Pretty things to look at.

The cheerleaders sometimes had to share the gym with the basketball team. Which did peeve some the guys on the team but as long as the cheerleaders were pretty they could handle it. But there was one odd ball on the cheer team, the captain. Always mouthing off the players when they got to close to the cheerleaders or a ball got to close to hitting one of them.

"Hey! Shit for brains!" A voice can be heard from then other side of the gym. "I thought the point of the game was to get the ball in the basket?!"

"Jeezu..." Tommy huffed. "Can you seriously be pissed about the same thing every time? It's just a ball." He answered to you. Clearly tired of your constant shouting at the basketball team when a ball would go the wrong way.

"And it's just balls between your legs, and they can just as easily deflate." You sassed back. To Billy, it was almost comical to watch. You with the tough guy act, puffing up your chest to a dude way taller than you with colorful pompoms in each hand on your hips.

"What a bitch..." Tommy huffed again.

"Oh get over it." Billy snapped. "What's captain pompoms gonna do?" He laughed at his own statement. Like said before he found the whole conversation comical-

WHAM!

A basketball went flying right into Billy Hargroves head. He snapped his head around to see the who had the nerve to hit him. His eyes met with captain pompoms. The two had a stare off. That's what it felt like for the rest of practice. The two practically eyeing each other the entire time.

After that stunt was over, after constant staring at one another, Billy had only one reaction in mind. A big one.

The next day followed. Billy knew where he could cut you off and corner you, in-between Mr. Johnson's chemistry class and Mrs. Shoffer's English literature class. It happened fast no one could react to it, actually you doubt anyone saw it happen. What you thought was just another normal day of school turned out to be more than that. A harsh hold took your arm, taking you away from the crowd into the more secluded part of the hall. Where you came face to face with a fuming Billy. His jaw was clenched and eyes held anger.

"What, you think you're real funny for the shit you pulled yesterday?" He interrogated. "Try it again see what fuckin happens..." His threats did not stop. Well his empty threats. As much as you are terrified of what he could do, you knew he'd never act on them. Your brave front was standing strong. Taking in every threat, comment, and remark he could throw at you. To get a reaction, if you were a guy you would have answered with your fists at his first remark. But you are not. You are you. You knew the exact thing that would make him even more angry.

" You are nothing but scuff on the gym floor, and that's all you will be."

Billy did not like that one bit. Who does this bitch think she is? His fist rose into the air, readying to strike. The force came down, you felt the air brush past your face, to only make contact with a metal locker. The sound ricocheted through the hall.

You open up your eyes. Now, again, staring at him. Anger was not held in his eyes anymore. If was fear and sadness, to you it was peculiar expression to see on his face. The actions that just happened finally caught up to you, you inhale deeply not knowing you stopped breathing. Everything caught up to you.

SLAP! Your hand came down, striking Billy Hargrove in the face. Hard enough to leave a mark. Not knowing that one had just been healed from another hand. "What the hell is your problem?" You yelled, agitated. "God, you fuckin creep." You make your way back to your class leaving Billy stunned. He didn't know what to do. He has never had someone react to him like that before. It intrigued him. He had an interest in you now.

After that encounter Billy made it his mission yo agitate you as much as possible. I mean, how else are you supposed to show someone you like them. From poking you with a pencil in class, purposefully missing the hoop so the ball bounces into your direction, anything at all just so you could look at him. He was succeeding and he was royally pissing you off. Until on fateful autumn day, everyone had gone home for the day. Except for the extracurriculars that took place after school. Two of those being basketball and cheer practice. Just as the practices were about to start, Billy took notice that you weren't with the cheer team. Which he thought was odd, but instead he chose to go smoke a cigarette before practice. He made his way to the small alley like way that was outside the gym that lead to the track field. And the sight before him made him stop in his tracks. there you stood cheer practice outfit and all with a lit cigarette hanging from your lip.

"I thought cheerleaders didn't smoke?" Billy joked to you, giving you his famous smirk.

"And I thought shit stayed in toilets, but I guess I was wrong since you're here." You said taking a huff of your cig.

"Damn, always ready with a comeback are you?" Billy said, lighting his cigarette.

"Why are you messing with me Hargrove?"

"Ouch, last name basis now sweets?"

"Shut up." You won't deny it, that dumb nickname that he started calling you grew on you. "Is this because of me smacking you?"

"No."

"Was it me hitting you with a basketball?"

"No." He said blankly again.

"Then what is it?"

Billy took a huff of his cigarette then looked you in your eyes. No hate or anger, something you can only describe as adoration.

"I find you interesting." Was his only answer.

"What?" you were confused by this answer. What was so interesting about you that made Billy intrigued. " Your like curious about me or something?"

"Exactly."

"You know curiosity killed the cat, Hargrove." You sassed.

"And satisfaction brought it back, and I am not satisfied yet so get used to me sweets." He said taking his cig a stomping it out onto the ground walking away.

You grumbled at his response, inhaling the last of your cigarette with blushing cheeks. Stomping out your cigarette then making your way into practice. 'Why does this asswipe make me blush'.

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Weeks of this teasing have gone by. Everyday Billy would find a new way to make you mad, blush, or embarrassed to get a reaction out of you. He claimed "It's because you so cute." Which made you blush even more. Gosh, you couldn't stand half of the guys at this school. Why was Billy the only one making you feel this way?

Truth be told, Billy had seen you around way before he had met you. How you walk down the hall with your head held high, looking away in disgust at the "popular" kids, over all not conforming to what a cheerleader is by Hawkins view point. You fought, yelled, got in people faces. Billy love all of it, it made him excited. Excited to talk to you and ask you questions, even ones you deem are stupid. All he wanted to do was to be around you. Damn, he loved it in a way.

Practice had ended for the day leading off into the weekend. A light rain pour had come down, everyone else had a ride to get them home. Everyone except you, well you did but he was running very late. Billy made his way outside to find you standing in the walk way waiting to be picked up. Cigarette hanging from your mouth.

"What are you doing here?" Billy asked.

"Waiting." You simply put.

"Do you want a ride?" He asked.

"No, I have a ride." You said. "But he's running late."

"What your boyfriend?" Billy said, the words had jealousy behind them.

"No." You sighed. "My brother you dipshit."

"oh..." He sighed. A silence fell between you two. Not uncomfortable, but nice enough for you two to be around each other. But Billy had something building in his stomach, a nervous feeling. He hated it. He needed to tell you something.

"Hey." He called to you, you turn your head to face him. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened."

"What?" You were confused by what he just said.

"I said I'm sorry, did you not hear me?" Billy said, He turned his body to face you. "I said I'm sorry." You just stood there silent. Still taking in the fact he is saying sorry. "I'm sorry that I almost punched you into a locker. I realized I was acting like someone I didn't want to be, and you calling me on my shit. It made me look at you differently. I noticed more about you. How you always make sure the other cheerleaders are okay, how you genuinely care about the people you have around you, and you don't take any shit. And- shit I'm bad at this." He's now embarrassed by everything he just said. Heat rises to his cheeks and ears.

You step toward him, placing your hand on his arm. "I thought you were doing pretty well." You smiled, comforting him in a way. He just looked at you. You never smiled at him directly but now that your smile was intended for him. 'damn' He wants you to smile at him all the time.

"Do you want to go on a date?" He asked straight out. You were shocked by his forwardness, but not entirely surprised.

"You want to go on a date with me?"

"Hell yeah, why wouldn't I?" He made it seem like you were speaking a different language. "Listen one date is all I ask, her if you still think I'm a piece of shit I'll stop everything that I'm doing."

Your smile grew even wider. "I would love to go on a date with you Billy."

"Dang, back on first name basis already? Looks like I'm getting a second date already." He joked to you, in turn caused you to laugh.

For the remainder of your time you and Billy talked till you had been picked up. You both talked about anything and everything. It was pure bliss, you loved every second of it. You both were abruptly interrupted by the honking of your brothers car.mYou said your goodbyes to make your way to the car. The smile that held your face did not drop. I didn't drop on Billy's either, when getting home Max found it incredibly disturbing to see her step brother so giddy.

That following night Billy arrived to your house to take you on your promised date. Which one date turned into another and another and another. Till it reached throughout the whole school that Billy Hargrove and the cheer captain were finally official. With many guys questioning Billy as to why he picked you out of everyone, to which he said if they insulted you again he had no problem with dealing with them himself. Girls just snuffed their noses up to you since you now made Billy officially off the market. Not like you cared, he's your boyfriend now and you have him all to yourself. So you could say everything did work out in the end. You and Billy have each other.

"So I guess we have Tommy to thank since he is the reason we met?" You joked.

"Hell no, I would have went after you even if you didn't hit me with that basket ball." He smirk.

"Jeez, you are something Billy." You smiled, leaning into him to seal your lips in a kiss. Yeah, nothing could beat this.

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STRANGER THINGS - CUDDLING HEADCANONS

YOUNG TEENS

characters: will byers, Lucas Sinclair, eleven/Jane, max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, mike Wheeler

TW: none

Word count: 450

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WILL BYERS

-oh he is totally the little spoon

-he really likes when you cuddle him from behind

-you're so warm and it feels so nice

-will play with your hand a lot

-at first he's a little awkward

-he'll try to always say something

-but eventually he stops and just enjoys your presence

-one of his favorite positions is facing each other and his nose touches your chest/neck

-he absolutely melts when you rub his hair

-he'll fall asleep right there and than

-when you're not alone, he's more reserved

-he'll still hold your hand and be close to you

-touching your legs together

-but nothing more

-he's too embarrassed

LUCAS SINCLAIR

-when you first suggested cuddling, he was so excited

-and of course nervous

-he wrapped a hand around your shoulder and you put your head on his

-he was smiling the whole time

-with time he became used to it

-but it's still his favorite part of the day

-sometimes when he's tired he'll fall asleep on you and you'll have to hold him

-he likes to put his head on your legs when you're watching TV, or simply just talking

-he absolutely ADORES hugging and squeezing you from behind

-with your beck pressed to his chest

-you really like playing with his hands and tracing his palm lines

-one time when he fell asleep on you his friends walked in on you, and joked about it for a month

MAX MAYFIELD

-if you were good friends before you started dating, there were already cuddles

-tho not so intimate

-you'd lay on her bed, your arm around her shoulder

-or watching TV and she lays her head on your shoulder

-if you weren't good friends the cuddles will come later in the relationship

-when she trusts you more

-she'll never admit to anyone, but she likes being cuddled by you

-but she doesn't like when you're hugging her too tight

-she likes to breath, and be able to move

-she doesn't move much, but if you do, she'll say you're "annoying"

-obviously she's joking

-she doesn't really like being the big spoon

-she just likes to feel safe in your arms

ELEVEN/JANE

-she didn't really understand the point of cuddling

-so she never initiated anything

-but one time you were watching a movie on her bed

-hopper fell asleep on the couch

-so you wrapped an arm around her

-she really liked the feeling

-from than on she always wanted to cuddle

-she felt so safe and comfortable

-she didn't initiate at first, and always waited for you to do something

-but eventually she grew more comfortable with physical touch

-now every time you're sitting or laying next to each other she moves closer to you

-and you wrap a hand around her

-later on she would lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat

DUSTIN HENDERSON

-ok he HATES being the little spoon

-he just likes to hold you

-he feels like he's protecting you

-he always holds your hand

-he likes to talk about the D&D companies

-he's cuddling you and describing EVER DETAIL of it

-you can't complain

-he's so excited and it warms your heart

-his cat often joins you two

-if you fall asleep he decides to sleep too

-cause what's the point of just sitting there not doing anything cause he doesn't want you to wake up

MIKE WHEELER

-he's TALL

-always wraps his limbs all around you

-he likes to talk a lot

-and complain about D&D

-he doesn't enjoy being the little spoon

-he much more prefers to hold you

-if it's him hugging you from behind, or you laying on his chest

-when you fall asleep he likes to play with your hair (if you have any) so he won't get bored

-or just trace your features

-if he has access to your beck he always does the little man with his two fingers

-and he pretends he's doing parkour or something cool

-you like having conversations with him

-not looking at each other, and just saying your thoughts out loud

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Surprise Visit

pairing: Steve Harrington x gn!reader warnings/tags: child abandonment, unsupervised minors, Dustin being a little shit, very little swearing, mentions of violence (no real violence takes place) summary: everyone is staying over at Steve's house (I swear, his house is canonically almost like a mansion) when the kids hear strange noises coming from downstairs in the middle of the night. a/n: this is my first short fic on tumblr, so I have no idea how this will work out. Also, yes I'm very aware that it doesn't make a lot of sense, but bear with me. wc: 1.1k

Just like so many times before, the entire party ended up at Steve's house. It was that time in between the holidays where everyone just stays inside all day, savoring the last bits of the Christmas spirit and the New Year's celebrations. Seeing as Steve's house was always rather empty with just him, it wasn't unusual that at least one person would sleep over or come by during the day.

You were already there, as you had spent the night with Steve. Dustin had come in during breakfast, which had become such a habit that a bowl of cereal already stood on the counter. Robin had showed up around 11.30 A.M., which was uncharacteristically early before they realised she had tagged along with Nancy, who was more of an early bird. After that, the other younger kids had stopped by one by one, naturally staying as they got to talking.

Losing track of time entirely, it got dark much sooner than expected. Since no one really felt like going home and there were more empty bedrooms than would ever be used, everyone just stayed over for the night. Nancy and Robin ended up in one bedroom, the six kids divided over two others, and you had fallen asleep next to Steve in his room.

Around 2.30 A.M., you were woken up by a soft knock on the door. Confused, you looked up at Steve, who's expression looked similar to yours. You got up to the door and opened it, only to find El, Max and Dustin standing on the other side.

"You better have a good excuse to wake us up in the middle of the night," Steve groaned as he stood behind you, rubbing his eyes while stifling a yawn.

"It's not the middle of the night, that's 3 A.M.," Dustin commented with his usual sarcasm, earning himself a 'mom' look from Steve, who glared at him with his hands on his hips.

"Ignore him," Max said, "We heard a noise coming from downstairs."

"A noise?" You asked, "Are you sure?"

You had barely finished your sentence before you heard some indistinct footsteps and muffled voices that you couldn't make out. You glanced over your shoulder at Steve, shooting him a somewhat worried look.

"Alright," You said as you looked back at the three kids again, "You three go to the others, we'll get Robin and Nancy and see what's going on."

"I'll get the bats," Steve replied, somewhat annoyed to be woken up to inspect what the hell was going on this time before reaching under his bed to grab a couple of baseball bats, including the one with the hammered nails.

You sent the kids to stay with the others, telling them to wait for at least half an hour if no one came back. After that, you got Nancy and Robin, who weren't exactly pleased to up either, but also didn't like the idea of someone or something being in the house.

Carefully, you went down the stairs, Steve in the front with you right behind him, closely followed by Robin and Nancy in the back. You had to look back once to slightly glare at Robin, who was whispering "please don't let this be the day I die" over and over again, to get her to quiet down.

The sounds seemed to come from the kitchen, so after making sure no one heard them coming downstairs, Steve quickly opened the door to the kitchen, turning on the light with one hand while clutching his bat with the other one. This seemed to startle whoever the intruders were, because they turned around to face the four of them.

"What the-" Steve could get out before realising who exactly were standing in his kitchen. "Mom? Dad? What the hell are you doing here?"

His parents looked quite confused and rather alarmed by the sight of seeing the four people, all holding a baseball bat, seemingly ready to get a swing out of them.

"Don't talk to your mother like that," Steve's father scolded, his face turning from shocked to stern in a matter of seconds. "And what is all of this, all of you looking as if you're about to bludgeon someone?"

A bit shocked by the outcome themselves, they lowered their improvised weapons.

"What brings you two back to Hawkins?" Steve asked, a somewhat bitter undertone in his voice. "I haven't seen you for what feels like forever."

"We were busy, you know that," His mother answered, her tone matching that of her husband's. "We thought it would be good to stop by and... surprise you for the holidays."

"Well, you're a bit late then, huh? The holidays are over." Perhaps Steve was a bit harsh, but who could blame him? His parents we're rarely home, and even if they were, he couldn't seem to find anything to talk about with them.

"Come, come, don't get sour," His father said, "We only wanted to surprise you, but it seems like you've got your hands full with the three of them." He motioned to Robin, Nancy and yourself, a somewhat suggestive undertone laced in his voice.

"Oh, that's not- we're not-" Nancy stammered as Robin shook her head, "It's not like that- Well, not for all of us... I mean, they are- but we aren't- no."

"Yeah, that totally made sense," Steve said sarcastically.

"Oh, fuck off, they get it," Robin replied, while you just shook your head.

"Anyway," Steve continued, "Thanks for dropping by, but I really don't feel the need to keep this going. I'm going to let the kids know everything's fine and then go to bed."

"Wait, kids?" Both his parents asked in unison.

"You don't need to, they've been listening from the top of the stairs the entire time," Nancy replied dryly, glancing over her shoulder to look at the six kids huddled together, who quickly hurried back to their rooms.

"Of course they have," Steve shook his head before walking out, pulling you along with him while ignoring his parents. Nancy and Robin followed, shooting an awkward smile at the adults before going upstairs.

Once you're back in his room, you lean against the door as Steve sits on his bed. "Are you alright?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, I'm alright..." Steve sighed as he lightly massaged his temples. "Don't know how I'm going to deal with my parents in the morning, but I'm fine."

You walk over to him and sit next to him on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder. "We'll figure it out... better get some sleep now."

Steve nodded, putting his arm around you as you both got comfortable again. You'd have to deal with his parents in the morning, if they hadn't already left again before you got up, but that was an issue for later.

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #robin x nancy implied #x gn reader #steve is a mom #this doesn't make sense #writeblr #dustin henderson #max mayfield #el hopper #lucas sinclair #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #will byers #divider by saradika #oneawkwardwriter fics

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teaaagan · 1 year

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Door

Y/N: *Kicks the door down*

Max: What did you do?

Y/N: Nobody died

Max: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

#incorrect quotes #max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #max mayfield x you #max mayfield x y/n #max mayfield x male reader #max mayfield x male!reader #max mayfield x fem reader #max mayfield x fem!reader #max mayfield x female reader #max mayfield x gn!reader #stranger things incorrect quotes #stranger things #max mayfeild x reader #max stranger things

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mxrcjqckspnchqsc · 1 month

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Lost You

Pairing: Max Mayfield x GN!reader

Pt1: Promise?

Summary: In which Vecna targets you instead of Max and she's scared of losing you

Genre: Fluff/Angst

TW: Near death experience, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of strong language, romance themes, and the usual stranger things theme.

A/N: Your favorite song is Everybody Wants to Rule The World by Tears for Fears. You sorta have to read the first part to understand this one, I said sorta because this one shot starts where the first part ended and stuff.

IT'S FINALLY HERE SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT GUYS I DIDN'T MEAN TO

Anyways enjoy this oneshot/imagine(that isn't proofread whatsoever)

You ran for what felt like miles, you panted now out of breath. When you realized that you weren't in your house anymore, it was red and clocks were floating. And when you turned around you was met with a dead Chrissy Cunningham, you also screamed at the sight.

"Y/n," Vecna's voice loomed the air. "It's time for your suffering to end."

You turned around and was face to face with Vecna, he backed you into a corner. Which was stupid on your part as vines began to wrap around your arms and legs.

"Let me go!" You exclaimed.

"Why should I? It's clear to see you're suffering out there." Vecna stared you down.

"You don't know anything!" You spat.

"Oh but I do, I know everything about you Y/n." Vecna revealed. "I know about your mother and her history with the pills, such a shame isn't it?"

"Shut up!" You screamed.

"I'm only telling the truth y/n, it's all your fault. You should have been more careful," Vecna looked into your eyes.

You tried to look away when you felt a vine making its way around your neck, choking you.

"There's a reason why you don't tell them the truth, why you don't tell Max the truth." Vecna spoke.

...

Dustin held the radio in his hand, listening to Robin's words as they came in and out. Apparently well according to Robin, music was the key to saving Vecna but what was your favorite song?

Dustin ran back to the group and took out everything from your bag.

"What's their favorite song?" Dustin asked the group.

"What? What does y/n favorite song have to do with this?" Max exclaimed.

"Well Robin said that the key to escaping Vecna is by listening to your fav- nevermind what's her favorite song?" Dustin exclaimed.

"Uh let me think!" Lucas exclaimed.

"We don't have time to think, Y/n is about to die right now!" Steve panicked

"They aren't going to die, just tell me what's their favorite song!" Dustin screamed at Steve.

...

"You're not really here," You said in between breaths.

"Oh but I am Y/n, I am here. And I don't plan on leaving,"

...

"Cmon, cmon," Steve mumbled to himself, why did you have so many cassette tapes in one bag?

"Tears for Fears!" Max exclaimed, out of nowhere. "That's their favorite band!"

And with that, the group began to look for the one cassette that they knew you owned by them.

"I found it, I found it!" Lucas exclaimed.

"Hurry put it on!" Steve exclaimed.

"I'm trying!" Dustin shouted.

"Hurry up!" Max exclaimed.

...

Tears welled up in your eyes as Vecna's hand went to go over your face, that's when you hear it.

"Welcome to your life"

Vecna turned around to see where the noise was coming from and that's when you saw them, saw her. They were screaming at you to wake up, hoping that you would. You saw yourself and you were flying? But that thought erased your mind when Vecna turned back to watch you again, you squirmed.

"It'll all be over soon," Vecna told you with his hand over your face.

Through his fingers, you were still able to see your friends. And you realized that you couldn't die now, they needed you, she needed you. Your favorite memories of them began to flood your mind, when you were truly happy.

The dice rolls to a 12, you did it. You won the game. Lucas runs up to hug you as did the others. They all began to cheer for you.

"You did it Y/N, you did it!" Lucas exclaimed.

"That was so amazing Y/N!" Mike agreed.

"You just have to play with us again!" Will smiles.

"Forever actually," Dustin added.

"I shall!" You laughed.

You thought of another memory with your friends, one in particular.

You and Steve were riding down the street, Madonna came on.

"Oh, this is my jam turn it up Steve!" You exclaimed.

"Oh my god," Steve mumbled but does what he's told.

You began to sing along to the lyrics with your fake microphone.

"And we're living in a material world and I am a material girl," You sung along, horribly which made Steve chuckle.

You glared at him before laughing with him, it felt like hours and you hoped it would never end.

Another tear rolled down your face as you remembered one more memory, of Max.

You had gotten a bad grade on a test, and you weren't happy about it at all. Max approached you and saw your face and knew what it was.

"Hey," Max greeted.

"Hey," You grunted.

"Wanna hang out at my house today?" Max asked.

"It's the middle of the week, Max, maybe this weekend."

"My mom said it's fine,"

"No she didn't," You replied instantly.

"Cmon just this once, we can rent that movie you wanted to see."

"Really?" You turned to look at her.

"Yes!" Max smiled. "Whatever it takes to make you happy."

"I'm the happiest when I'm with you," You admit, Max's cheeks flushed as your words as she smiled at you.

You gasped as your hand was now free and punched Vecna in the face, knocking him away from you.

"Help me make the most of freedom"

You fell to the ground, you tried not to care as you got up and ran towards the portal.

"And our pleasure, nothing ever last forever."

You ran closer and closer to it, Vecna tried to ruin your path. You tried your best to evade it and you made it to the portal.

"Everybody wants to rule the world."

You gasped as you fell down, the others began to surround you. Max hugged you tight. Steve wiped a tear from your face as he caressed your head, you hadn't realized you were crying.

"I'm okay, it's okay." You told them but you were really you were telling yourself that.

"That was scary Y/n, please don't do that ever again." Lucas says.

"I'll try," You smile at him.

"I thought I lost you," Max whispered.

"You'll never lose me Max, never." You told her and that was a promise.

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e-dollly · 2 years

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Request Guideline

Courtesy is always nice, thank you !

I will write for fem!reader and gn!reader

I won't write very dark themes for the moment, and I'll be doing girlxgirl and boyxgirl I'll also write shipxreader !

If I do write boyxboy, it will probably not be a reader insert

Request are : open/closed

I will write for :

Max Mayfield

Lucas Sinclair

Robin Buckley

Azriel Shadowsinger

Back to : Presentation

#stranger things #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #robin buckley #max mayfield x gn!reader #lucas sinclair x reader #robin buckley x reader #azriel imagine #azriel x reader

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captain-tch · 1 year

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The Other Side (Stranger Things x MayfieldSibling!Reader)

Your adopted sister has been targeted by Vecna, and you will do anything to protect her.

The van was filled with a sombre silence. No one looked at each other, too focused on the task at hand. Dread was building in the pit of your stomach, your fingers nervously lacing and interlacing together.

All of you were going to take down Vecna.

A seed of doubt settled into your mind. Vecna was more powerful than anything you had previously faced, his vines polluting your darkest fears and possessing the power to make you break, all without being seen. That, and El was nowhere to be found. Why did you think you could do this?

You looked over your shoulder at your sister Max, her and Lucas chatting quietly amongst themselves. She was smiling. You felt yourself smiling too, thankful that she was at least able to feel something other than pain.

She was the reason. She was the reason you had to be hopeful. If you didn't succeed today, there was a high chance the monsters of this world would sever the only surviving sibling you had. She wasn't blood but she was your sister. She helped you feel like you belonged in this ever changing world, made you feel sane when you questioned your sanity, she helped you by being Max.

No, you couldn't afford to lose. You would win. You had to.

"Hey." The person besides you whispered. You looked at them from the corner of your eye, taking in Eddie's anxious appearance. His knee was constantly knocking against yours. "Are you okay?"

Were you okay? It felt like a strange question to ask. Ever since you moved to this foresaken town with your adoptive family, you had been anything but okay. After being roped into the dangers of Hawkins Lab, watching your adopted brother be brutally killed at Star Court and being trapped in the Upside Down, you were far from okay. But even after all of that, fear gnawed at your bones. You were scared, terrified, not for yourself, but for Max, who had been so riddled with grief it nearly killed her.

And now she could die again.

You felt a hand grab yours. The callouses on the hand - which you quickly realised was Eddie's - scratched delicately at your skin as he squeezed your hand.

"Thank you." You meekly whispered, relishing the warm rings almost imprinting into your hand. They kept you grounded, pulling you out of the spiral of worry clouding your thoughts. In any other situation your mind would be reeling at the sudden, intimate contact with him. Today wasn't the day for childhood crushes.

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts you didn't see the pink blush spreading across Eddie's cheeks, or the knowing look Dustin sent his way. You turned your attention to the window, watching the place you began to call home rush past in a blur.

The Creel House stared back at you. You sighed, dread taking root in your stomach. Nancy started repeating the plan. You barely listened to a word, it was already inscribed in your brain. Instead, you looked at Max. Her bright orange hair that trailed behind her when she rode away on her bike, giggling. The freckles dusted along her fair skin, disappearing into the creases of her skin whenever she grinned madly, normally because she was muffling a laugh at one of your terrible puns. The headphones draped around her neck, her lifeline before Vecna cursed her. You'd never heard a Kate Bush song but could recite the words to Running up that Hill in your sleep.

"Good luck."

You were pulled out of your trance as Max stood up, moving swiftly out of the motor home, Lucas and Erica at her heels. You got to your feet, feeling yourself being dragged down an inch. You frowned, and saw your hand was still connected to Eddie's. He stared at you in a way you couldn't decipher, his features soft, yet fearful. "See you on the other side."

You swallowed, licking your lips nervously. You nodded vaguely, removing your hand out of Eddie's hold disobeying your heart's orders to keep hold of him forever. Words started to form on your tongue, that knot in your stomach growing tighter. You had an overwhelming sense of wrong, and every instinct told you to run, to whisk everyone away and live every day surrounded by the safety of a lullaby.

Max.

The urge to save her was overwhelming. It overpowered the doubts, the fear, the anxiety. That small glimmer of hope gave you the strength to summon a smile at Eddie. "See you there."

You waved farewell to everyone, feet hitting the pavement outside the Creel House. The door closed behind you, the motor home giving a slight roar before zooming down the road.

It was too late to back out now.

You sucked in a deep breath, gazing upon the house standing over you. From the outside, it looked unsuspecting, the perfect home for a typical nuclear family. You knew the secrets hidden behind the stained glass. You knew of the blood, the death, the torture seeping into the woodwork. You knew of the creature who was nourished there, of the evil that took root and made it his hub for nefarious activities.

It was in that house, in a parallel world to the one you knew, that he pushed your sister to the brink. It was there he pushed her to the edge and caused her even more suffering.

God, you hated that fucking house.

"Y/N, come on, we don't have all day!" Max beckoned you from the front door, waving at you madly. You huffed, picking up your pace and walking across the threshold.

Lucas passed you a torch as soon as you entered, offering you an encouraging smile. "We've got this."

You nodded absentmindedly, not wanting to tell him how you knew you four had definitely not got this. You were deeply regretting this plan already; you knew there was no other option to save her. You had to at least try.

Lucas and Erica split off, walking around the house trying to find where Vecna was. You heard their footsteps disappear, watching Max from the corner of your vision. She didn't move, staring at the floor.

"Hey," you moved to stand in front of her, squatting so you were in her eye line. "Everything is going to be okay."

"Then why are you looking at me like I'm going to die?"

Her words left you speechless. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to form any words. Max rolled her eyes, shoving her headphones over her ears. "That's what I thought."

She moved to go into the adjacent room, your hand shooting out to grab her arm before you could comprehend what was happening. Max looked at you over her shoulder, then at the hand on her arm. Sighing, she begrudgingly tugged her headphones off of her ears. "What?"

"I don't mean to look at you like that... I'm just worried. I would do anything to protect you, but with this Vecna, I can't do anything except make sure Kate Bush is on repeat." You gave her a shaky smile. "You know I would jump in front of a bullet for you."

"I know." Max returned your smile, gaze soft. "You're the best sibling I could have asked for."

"The feelings mutual." You opened up your arms. She didn't hesitate falling into them, your arms wrapping around her like armour. "I'll never let anything happen to you."

Max's arms squeezed around your neck. You wished you could freeze this moment forever, your sister holding you like you were the only thing anchoring her down. You wanted to keep your arms wrapped around her while she was baiting Vecna. You wanted her to be safe.

Lucas' footfalls thudded on the wood harshly. He thundered down the stairs, freezing when he saw the moment you and Max were sharing. He cleared his throat awkwardly, forcing you and Max to pull apart.

"Sorry to interrupt." As much as it wasn't the poor boys fault, you wanted him to disappear. You knew what him being here meant before he said it. "I think I've found Vecna."

A tense atmosphere enveloped you both. You nodded solemnly, bringing yourself to your feet. You gestured for Lucas to follow the way, blocking out his and Max's conversation, the pounding in your ears too loud to hear anything else. You had lost Billy to the Upside Down, and whilst you weren't awfully close and he tormented you for years for not being blood, it still ripped you apart seeing him perish that way. You didn't want to lose Max too.

Lucas held the door open as you all filtered into the attic. There was what appeared to be a shrine assembled by the window, black widow spiders contained in jars. You shivered at the sight.

Almost as if by command, you saw the torch in your hand flicker. You gulped, eyes flitting to Max. She kept her back straight, attention fixated on the shrine. She looked fearless.

"I guess we best get started then." Max shrugged off her backpack, sitting in front of the shrine. She held the walkman in her hands, the soft hum of Running up the Hill cutting short when Max clicked the tape to a stop.

Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. You and Lucas waited for something to happen. You wiped your sweaty hands on your pants, unable to tear your attention from Max.

"Now what?" Lucas cut into the silence.

You shrugged, leaning against one of the wooden beams. "We wait?"

Max sighed deeply, breaking the quiet. She began to talk about Billy, about how she felt so guilty about him dying, about how she was relieved he was dead. You wanted to comfort her, the words dying on your lips as you noticed her eyes had become milky and her speech had come to a halt.

You and Lucas exchanged a look. He disappeared to give Erica the signal, returning swiftly. Neither of you tore your gaze from Max. It felt like your breath was caught in your throat, waiting to see if she would start levitating.

For the first time since Billy perished, you prayed. You prayed that a higher power would protect your sister from the thing you couldn't. You prayed you all survived this, that you all would end this evil once and for all.

A creak from downstairs interrupted your thoughts. Both you and Lucas stood rod straight, twisting to the attic entrance. Lucas moved towards the sound; you put your hand on his arm, holding him back.

"You stay here, keep an eye on her. I'll check it out."

Lucas didn't protest, his attentive eyes quickly falling back to Max. You resisted the urge to look back, creeping down the stairs and holding your torch like a weapon. The stairs creaked under your feet. You froze, holding your breath, waiting for something to jump out of the shadows.

Nothing.

Your breath left you in a gasp, your hand grasping your chest. It felt as if it couldn't get any tighter. Tightening your grip on the torch to fight the shaking of your hands, you moved throughout the house, peering around corners and jumping at your own shadow. After scouring the house for five minutes and not seeing anything, you felt the anxiety ebb away.

The torch fell loosely by your side. You kicked yourself for being so easily spooked, for being so easily pulled away from Max's side. As you turned around to retreat back upstairs, a flash of green caught your attention. You wanted to tell yourself it was a trick of the light - you couldn't lie to yourself when you heard a slight thud and curse words muttered.

Your muscles tensed. Your eyes darted between where the figure had now appeared, their back to you, and the way to the attic.

They had blocked your path.

You swore the blood circulation had been cut off in your fingers from how tightly you held the torch. You crept forward as slowly as you could, praying the old house would be fair to you and not reveal your presence. A higher power mocked you; as soon as your foot fell, a loud creak echoed throughout the silence.

The man spun around. Jason Carver stood in front of you, eyes erratic. He looked almost gleeful when he saw you, smile twisting manically.

"Hey, Y/N, right?" You swallowed nervously, nodding your head. Subconsciously you felt your eyes move towards the attic, hoping he wouldn't go anywhere near Max. You needed to distract him.

"Do you know where Lucas is? I'm worried, he's my friend, and I think that monster," Jason all but spat the word, making you shrink back against your will, "has corrupted him."

"Sorry, can't help." You shrugged, drawing up a facade of nonchalance. "I think Max mentioned them both going to the arcade?"

"Oh really?" Jason took a step closer to you. You resisted the urge to retreat backwards, standing your ground firmly. "Because me and the boys passed it on the way here. It was closed."

You really hoped he couldn't sense the sweat beginning to bead on your skin. "Look, my sister is an angsty teenager, do you really think she tells me the truth twenty four seven? Just because I'm her sister doesn't mean I'm privy to all the details of her life."

Jason didn't look convinced. He took another step closer. This time you instinctively stepped backwards, spine smacking into the wall behind you. He leaned closer to you, his face impossibly close to yours, eyes flickering across your features.

"I think you're lying."

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, to buy the kids more time, when the floorboards above your head creaked. Both of your heads snapped upwards. Your gaze connected with Jason's, his eyes wild. He turned on his heel.

You needed to buy them time.

Before you could think, you kicked his shin. It was a fairly weak shot, the kick not knocking him to the floor, but hard enough to know you were there. It was a warning. Jason froze, turning slowly around. Your breath caught in your throat.

He looked manic.

"Jason, think about what you're about to do."

He smirked. There was no trace of the arrogant, peppy basketball player who's charm could disable anyone in a ten metre radius. No, he reminded you more of a cheshire cat.

"Oh, I've thought about this long and hard." Before you could process what was happening, he was pushing you backwards, your back slamming harshly into the wall. You ignored the flare of pain, stumbling to remain upright. He grabbed your neck, pinning you to the wall. His grip on your neck was tight, your breath leaving you in a raspy gasps.

He leaned closer to you, whispering on your skin. "If anything gets in my way, I'm willing to do anything to avenge Chrissy."

You pawed at his hand, eyes catching the torch still in your grasp. Without a second thought, you smacked the torch into the side of his face with a resounding crack. His grip from your neck instantly released. You sucked in big gulps of oxygen as he stumbled to the side, hand cradling his bleeding cheek.

You forced yourself to speak, the words scratching at your tender throat. "This is bigger than you, Jason. Go home."

He fixed you with that deadly stare again.

He was on your like a shot, his fist pummelling your face before you could comprehend it. Your nose erupted in pain, blood gushing down your cheek. You fell backwards, Jason catching you before you fell to deliver another hit to the face. His fist kept flying towards you. You endured a symphony of pain.

You felt yourself get weaker with each hit. One of your eyes had swollen shut and the darkness was beckoning you. Jason dropped you carelessly to the ground, not sparing a glance at your limp form. You tried to shout, to scream, to give Lucas and Max any form of warning - each time you opened your mouth, his fist was there. The words were throttled into silence. You drifted out of consciousness, sending one final prayer of protection for your sister before blacking out.

You woke up in a haze. Your head was foggy, and your sight was blurry. Your face felt like it was on fire and you couldn't suppress the groan slipping past your swollen lips, pushing yourself to sit upright. Your head swam with the movement.

Shouting from upstairs caught your attention. Max.

You bolted to your feet, teetering in place. You didn't let this deter you, stumbling towards the attic. You clung to the banister, all but dragging yourself upstairs, closer to the sound of the ruckus.

It took you a moment to take in everything that was happening. Lucas was backed into a corner, his hand raised defensively in front of himself. Jason's back was to you. Max was hovering in the air, her legs and arms limp.

It wasn't working. The plan wasn't working. Max's walkman was nowhere to be found and Jason was going to be one of the reasons your sister would die. The pain was non-existent now, replaced by a pure unfiltered rage.

Lucas' eyes fixed on you. You raised a shaky finger to your lips, demanding him to stay silent. He slightly shook his head, his way of discreetly warning you but you weren't thinking clearly, thoughts occupied with Max's levitating body.

Jason was rambling some nonsense. You paid no mind to it, creeping as quietly as you could behind him. He was within touching distance. The rage fuelled you to hook your arm around his neck, dragging him towards you. He stumbled, his words halting as he flailed.

"Y/N!" Lucas cried out in warning. You were deaf to it, tightening the grip on Jason.

"Go help her, now!" You commanded, arm trembling with the sheer pressure you were applying to Jason's neck. You were still weak; Jason sensed that. One moment he was fighting underneath you, and the next he'd pushed you away. You collapsed to the floor with a thud. Jason didn't even pay you any mind, moving towards Lucas with deadly intent.

Under his feet, a distinct crack fractured the silence.

He'd broken the walkman.

It felt as if the world stopped. You heard that crack on a loop in your mind, the sound of Max's death warrant having been signed.

Jason.

Adrenaline brought you to your knees, ignoring the flares of agony consuming your body. Hatred supported you to a stand. Grief sent you forwards, spinning Jason's body towards your own so you could stare at him as you -

A bang echoed throughout the house.

Fire. Burning agony you had never experienced before exploded in your abdomen.

Lucas gaped at you, staring at your stomach. Frowning, your eyes followed his gaze, breath stuttering when you saw the blooming red starting to spread there.

Jason's eyes were wide in panic, frantically looking between you and Lucas. His strong demeanour quickly crumbled, him sputtering out his words. "I didn't mean - the gun was just for show!"

You didn't have any time to react, hearing a crack. Your hand weakly pressed on your stomach. Above you, Max's bones had begun to break.

You were all transfixed, tears streaming with each crack. With each deafening sound you realised you had lost. Max was going to die, you had been shot and Vecna would have won.

It would all be for nothing.

You felt yourself growing fainter by the minute; you refused to sit down. You were waiting for Max, waiting for her to pull through.

Another crack.

Please don't die.

Another crack.

Please don't die.

Her eyes began to bleed, the blood streaming down her pale cheeks. You heaved out a cry, giving into your body as you collapsed weakly to the floor, slumped forwards. You were sobbing into the floor. She was gone, she was really gone.

Max's body fell to the ground. Lucas caught her, pulling her into his arms. You forced yourself to crawl towards her, leaving a trail of red, grabbing her hand with your own bloody one.

"Max." You whispered, feeling her body tremble under your touch.

"I can't see." She gasped out breathlessly. "I don't want to die."

"You're not." Lucas reassured her, his voice thick.

When you felt Max still, you died with her. You sobbed, holding her hand so tight.

This was a nightmare. This was a nightmare.

Wake up.

You need to WAKE UP.

Max's still body became a blur. You tried to force yourself to focus, to allow yourself more time to commit her features to memory. With each passing second, more of her features were lost, until she was nothing but a senseless blob.

You tried to stay awake, tried to stay conscious. You tried to keep holding her hand, your last connection to her.

Your worst nightmare had come true.

All of this was for nothing.

Your heart turned to stone as the cold reality around you faded away.

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skinnywalker · 2 years

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My little dove

take me with you. I'm sick of mildew. I'm sick of all of these humans telling me what to do

Billy had been gone all afternoon leaving Max with no other option then watching TV after finishing her homework. The heat outside felt almost thick. Like the moment she stepped outside she was being chocked.

"I hate this."

She turned to Billy's sibling half sleep next to her on the couch. Max didn't know how she felt about them. Somewhere between the anger of escaping the hell of Billy's wrath and the pain of watching them be truly loved, she really liked them. They always tired to help her with extra work, tired to get Billy to drive both of them home, braided her hair, secretly did her choirs, they really did care about her. Max knew it. She knew they didn't want Billy to be so rough. They loved max like a sibling.

"They bumble!"

Billy slipped in the kitchen shaking the small bag of rainbow candy.

"You ok if I head out to a party tonught."

"Ahuh."

He smiled a bright toothy grin.

"You have a good night night sweets."

He leaned forward leaving a kiss on their temple.

"When you're old enough you'll come too. Help me deal with all these assholes."

He mumbled the last bit brushing past Max without a word. The door slammed behind him leaving them alone again.

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hold on tight — s. harrington

pairings: platonic!steve harrington x gn!reader

word count: 1.7k

synopsis: steve finds out that you’ve been asked out on a date and you realize he’s the big brother you never had, but always needed.

warnings: overprotective big brother steve aka nothing romantic in this one! reader wears makeup but their gender is never specified, reader also has a romantic interest whose gender is not specified (no explicitly stated sexuality), reader was a hawkins lab experiment like el, mostly just platonic fluff <3

a/n: I love love love platonic fics and there’s very little i’ve found for ST so if you know of any send them my way! I also adore big brother/parent steve and I hope I did him at least a little bit of justice. gif isn’t mine.

“You’re going on a what?”

You made eye contact with both Eleven and Max, the three of you simultaneously rolling your eyes.

The gang had all gathered at Steve’s for one last hurrah before the summer ended. Robin, Nancy and Eddie had finally graduated, a feat thought near impossible after the defeat of Vecna. But everyone had survived and had been relishing in the last three months of summer.

While the kids were preparing to start their sophomore year, you were prepping for your senior year.

You had escaped Hawkins Lab by Elevens side back in 1983, and had helped defeat the monsters of the Upside Down with your friends. Being a few years older than the kids had put you at a disadvantage when it came to the friendships that started as alliances, but your powers were much more developed than your younger sister.

“A date, Steve.” You replied calmly, somewhat expecting this type of reaction from him.

The man in question sputtered like you’d said the most atrocious sentence he’d ever heard. “With who? Who asked you on a date?”

The way he asks puts an emphasis on the wrong side of the question. This catches Max’s attention, the red head answering before you could. “And why do you say it like that, Steve? You think it’s so impossible that someone would wanna go on a date with our lovely friend?”

You know, and you know Max knows, that he didn’t mean it like that. But the red that tints his cheeks and the panic that sets into his eyes is just too funny.

“W-what? Of course not, I just meant-“ His eyes find her mischievous smirk and they narrow at her, focusing his attention solely on you. “I didn’t mean it like that. Now–who asked you out?”

His stern expression and the hands on his hips remind you of Hopper. The man you considered your father had yet to find out about this date, but you can imagine he’ll have a similar, albeit slightly more violent, reaction.

You roll your eyes again. Steve snaps his fingers, index finger pointing angrily at your face. “Hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. I just need to know who it is. For safety reasons.” He gives a one shouldered shrug, as if that would help in getting you to believe him.

A sigh escapes your lips. “If you must know, it’s a kid that was in my chemistry class last year and they work at the record store on main.”

“Lighten up, dingus!” Another voice calls. Robin emerges from the pool, taking the towel held out by Nancy and joining you by the pool chairs. “Y/N hasn’t shut up about this kid for weeks. Let ‘em have some fun.”

Ignoring your now flustered state at the girls words, Steve’s glare turns to the blonde. “You knew about this?”

You can’t help the groan that leaves your lips, head falling back in exasperation. “Steve!” You whine. “What is your problem?”

His arms maneuver to fold across his chest and he stares at you like you’ve offended him. “Well, excuse me for being concerned about you.” His tone is all sass, and if you were growing increasingly annoyed, you probably would’ve laughed. “How do we know his kid is trustworthy, huh? I don’t know if it’s slipped your mind, but we’ve literally been to hell, and I don’t know about you but I’m not willing to take any risks.”

“And I don’t know if it slipped your mind, but I have some very special abilities.” You remind him, mentally reveling in the way he’s pouting. “Even if his intentions weren’t good, I would know.”

You possessed a few telekinetic related powers just like El, but your main ability was foresight. You didn’t have visions and you couldn’t see years into the future, but you were able to know what would happen in the next minute. It allowed you to have impossibly fast reflexes and you usually knew what people were going to say before they did.

Steve struggled to come up with a rebuttal, and you sent him a knowing look. “Steve. I’ll be fine. I’ve known them for over a year now, and I really like them.”

When El had left with the Byers’ to California, you’d been able to stay in Hawkins and were residing in the Harrington household. Steve’s parents were gone ninety-nine percent of the time, and anytime they did pop back into town, you’d have a sleepover with Robin or Nancy.

Over the years, the former jock had become something of a brother to you. Like Dustin, you’d gravitated towards Steve, desperate to bond with an older role model that didn’t feel like a parent. He understood you better than Hopper but cared just as much. And after spending so much time taking care of Eleven and helping her grow into herself, it was nice to have someone be that person for you.

You could practically see the thoughts running through his head, and for a moment you feel almost bad about bringing up the topic around your friends rather than telling him in private.

It was a well known fact that he also saw you and the little sister he never got. Even after Hopper came back and the Byers moved back to Hawkins to live as one, big, happy family, you stayed with Steve. Of course you had a room there, but you assured hopper and Joyce that you were perfecting content with your living situation.

Hopper had been a little suspicious at the start that your “brother/sister” relationship with Steve was some kind of cover up. But he was quick to learn that that wasn’t the case.

You knew Steve was just being over protective. The two of you shared a bond that was different than even the one he had with Dustin. He wanted to keep you safe at all costs, and you couldn’t fault him for it.

Finally, under the pressuring stares of all of your friends, Steve sighed in defeat. “Fine. I guess, you can go on your date. But be careful. Please.”

A triumphant grin with a hint of fondness grew on your face. “I wasn’t looking for your permission, Stevie. But I’m glad I have your support.”

The smug grin was quickly wiped off your face, a squeal escaping your lips when he lunged for you, your body flying through the air and into the pool before you could blink.

“And…all done.” Nancy smiled in satisfaction, swiping the last little bit of lip gloss across your bottom lip. You looked over at the Max, El, and Robin nervously.

“How do I look?” All you received were bright smiles and gestures to look towards the mirror.

You braced yourself before twisting at the waist. The person staring back at you was almost unrecognizable. The makeup, the hair, the clothes were all foreign concepts to you, which is why you had the girls here to help you get ready. Without them you would have had no idea where to start, and you really wanted to impress your date.

When as much as expressed to your friends, they were quick to assure your that you’d look amazing wearing a trash bag, and if your date didn’t think so then they weren’t the one for you.

But they knew, and you knew that deep down, it was also partially for you. For the little kid that never got to experience these kinds of things growing up and who for once in your crazy life, just wanted to feel normal. Steve also knew this, he had to have, or else your not sure how he’s been able to behave this entire time.

You could hear him pacing downstairs and you almost rolled your eyes at his dramatics. He was just worried, you knew that, so you let him be.

Until the doorbell rang, and your abilities informed you of what could happen next. “Don’t your open that door, Steven!” You shot up from the vanity and launched yourself out of the bedroom, the girls hot on your heels as you ran downstairs.

Steve was inches from the door before an invisible force stopped him in his tracks. You looked back and found El with her hand outstretched and holding back a grin.

Sending her a silent thank you, you looked back at Steve, who was glaring back at the group of you. “Real funny.”

“Sorry, Harrington, we can’t have you scaring off the poor kid before the first date.” Max remarked, leaning against Eleven’s shoulder.

Nancy spun you by your shoulders, smoothing out and wrinkles in your clothes and any flyaway hairs that escaped in your haste to beat Steve to the door. “Okay, you’re all set.” She beamed. “Don’t be nervous, you’ll be fine.“ She assured, seeing the hesitance in your eyes.

You took a deep breath, facing the door and Steve, still stuck in his spot. “At ease, El.” You joked. She got the hint and freed Steve from his confinement, the man stumbling slightly.

Steve didn’t reach for the door again, only stared at you with a mixture of concern and acceptance. Without a word, he pulled you into him, embracing you with the hope that it expressed everything he wasn’t able to say. “Be careful, okay?” He mumbled.

You squeezed your arms around his torso. “I will.”

Robin handed you your purse that the girls had packed with all your essentials. A compact mirror, a travel sized makeup kit for touch ups, tissues and some pepper stray, just for safety. Not that you’d need it, but it helped put everyone’s mind at ease.

The group watched you pause in front of the door before you pulled it open. They only caught a glimpse of your date before it closed behind you. As soon as it shut, they were all pressed up against the window. You were already beaming at your date, tucking a hair shyly behind your ear when they opened the passenger side door for you.

Robin rested her head on Steve’s shoulder. “They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

She was joking, but Steve nodded. “Yeah. They do.”

And if Steve saw the quick kiss you shared while waiting for you to get home safely, he’d wait till the morning to tease you about it.

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fix me up

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,425

warnings: swearing, allusions to sex/sexual innuendos, basically billy being a flirty little shit, mentions of back pain, fluff

a/n: hiii!! i came up with this a few days ago and i’ve been in love with it but now i’m feeling a little iffy about it, so i hope someone out there in the void likes it. happy reading! love you!! <33

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“I think that if I have to lift a squirmy toddler up one more time, I’m just going to fucking die.”

“That seems a little dramatic.”

You’re sat on your knees next to where Billy lays flat on his back, his palms pressed to his eyes. You reach forward and rub your hand over his forehead, fingers smoothing over his hair.

He moves his hands, looking up at you like he always does when you’re sweet with him. He raises his brows for a moment, a little confused, but then he leans into it, allowing himself to enjoy your affection.

His hair is still a little damp from the shower he had when he got home, washing the smell of chlorine from his skin.

You drag your thumb over the slit in his eyebrow, across the circles under his eyes, lingering on the freckles he has. They’re your favorite part of him, you’ve decided.

Billy shifts a little, like he’s uncomfortable, his eyes scrunching closed in pain.

“Something hurtin’ you, baby?”

He grabs for your wrist when you take it away, smacking a kiss to your pulse point.

“My back’s fucking killin’ me.”

You pout for just a second, though he misses it because his eyes are still closed.

It’s a dull ache that travels from his lower back, up his spine, and spreads at his shoulders. He’s sore. And his sides hurt, too. He can practically still feel the little feet kicking the shit out of him as he tried to convince the kids they were not, in fact, going to sink.

Not with floaties on, and not with him there. Not on their backs.

“Want me to rub it for you?”

Billy snorts. “You’d do that?”

You readjust so you’re sitting cross-legged. “I mean, I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, but I’m willing to try to see if it’ll make you feel better.”

“I have complete faith in you.”

“Liar.”

He grins at you before he’s grabbing your face with both hands to pull you down to his level. He kisses you once; his mouth is warm and he’s a little stubbly, though it’s not like you mind.

When he pulls away, Billy sits up and flips so that he’s laying on his tummy, socked feet up by the pillows.

You go to straddle the backs of his thighs, but he’s sitting up again. “Wait—wait,” he says. He yanks his shirt off over his head and throws it somewhere behind him on the bed.

You roll your eyes. “Show off.”

“Like you don’t want your hands on me.”

You choose this moment to slap him on the ass. He groans and crosses his arms so he can rest his face on them, cheek squishing up so he looks much less menacing than he would’ve hoped.

You settle with your knees on either side of his hips, placing your hands on the skin of his back. He shivers, and you fight a grin.

Billy is so warm. He's like a space heater. It takes seconds for the tips of your fingers to warm up against him. You run your hands over the planes of his back, down the dip in his spine.

“I’m gonna touch you, and I need you to tell me where it hurts, okay?”

Billy hums. Having you on him like this is comforting, he thinks. He likes feeling the weight of you against him, likes your hands running all over him. Even if you do keep skimming his ass because you can’t help yourself.

You rest your palms against his lower back. “Here right?” You lean down and kiss the spot.

“Yeah,” he says.

“Where else?” you ask. You put some lotion on your hands so as to not make him uncomfortable, warming it up before you touch him. He fights the urge to make a joke about you lubing him up.

Your hands slide upwards, over his shoulder blades. “There,” he grumbles.

“That all?”

“My sides.”

You put your hands back against his soft spot, and rub them up and outwards in a sort of sweeping motion. “So, like, this whole spot?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“‘Kay. You’ll tell me if something hurts or if you want it harder, right?”

Billy snorts at the sexual connotation that your words carry. He’s laughing because he’s asked you the same questions before. And he likes that you’re the one asking them now.

“Billy,” you whine.

“You know I will.”

You start with his lower back, pressing your hands firmer than you had been against his skin. You rub in that same motion you’d used before, fingers spreading and trying to push the tension out.

He hasn’t complained yet, so you assume he’s doing fine. Assume you’re doing fine.

You keep doing that, rubbing his back and thinking about how you might do your own, reaching and sort of massaging the area to relieve the pain.

When you look up at him, Billy’s eyes are closed. It’s like he’s sinking into the mattress. It makes you smile.

You move to his shoulders. Your palms dig into the squish of his back, tanned skin and freckles moving under your touch. You push upwards, and hear him sigh.

Billy feels like he could die. Your hands feel so good and his mind is so muddled he’s not even sure he could form a coherent thought. He knows that if he’s like this and you’re only doing his back, he’d just dissolve if you touched anything else.

You start on his back again, remembering that he’d said it was bothering him the most. You use both of your thumbs and start at the very base of his spine, just above the waistband of his underwear, pushing hard.

You’ve only done this once when he moans.

“Ohhh, fuck.”

You stop. You’re giggling at the way he’s melting underneath you and it’s making you heat up in more ways than one.

Billy turns his head to look at you, half asleep, blanket lines on his cheek. “Why’d you quit?” he grumbles.

You grin. “You’re moaning, William.”

He rolls his eyes and face plants back into the comforter on his bed. “Am not.”

You laugh and he reaches back with one hand, blindly swatting at you. He misses but is too sleepy and entranced to do anything but relent, so your thumbs find his back again, pushing in the same motion.

This time Billy let’s put a low sigh, like the tension is being released from his back. You push a little harder, rubbing up a little further. He does it again, brows furrowing. He knows that he moaned for you. He’s trying not to do it again but he’s losing the battle.

“That good, huh?” you tease.

Billy’s eyes fly open and he pushes up onto his elbows. He’s said those exact words to you so many times it’s like he doesn’t even have to think about it anymore.

He’s not sure he wants to admit how much he likes this power you hold over him.

You take your hands off of him and place them over your mouth to keep from laughing. You’re so proud of yourself and Billy swears he feels his heart swell at your antics.

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask. “Clearly I wasn’t hurting you.” You’re laughing again and you lower yourself to rest your forehead against his back. He can feel your breath and your body shaking with giggles.

“Kiss my ass,” he says. He runs a hand down his face.

When you take him up on his offer, planting a kiss on the side of his ass cheek–even if it is on top of the cotton shorts he’s wearing–Billy breaks.

He laughs. It’s a warm and happy sound. He seriously can’t believe you.

The both of you are laughing like children, so loud that Max screams down the hall for you to “shut the hell up,” but that only makes it worse.

“Okay,” you start, trying to catch your breath. “Okay. Holy shit.” Your hand slides back up his back, fingers running up and down his spine, giving him goosebumps. “You feel any better? Or you want me to keep going?”

Billy flops back down into the mattress. “Please don’t stop. Need you to fix me up.”

You adjust yourself so that you’re sitting directly against the curve of his ass this time. You lean down to whisper into his ear, hands massaging at his sides.

“I think I can fix you up just fine, baby.”

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