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El and Lucas the Max Protectors™
a lot of people seem to hc Max as really protective, and I get it because that comes standard with the type of character that Max almost is. but Max is not protective. she's emotionally protective, she's physically supportive, but she's not physically protective. in a moment of danger you never see Max stepping out in front - you see her at the back of the group. and she never has a bruised ego about it. she never insists she doesn't need stupid boys to protect her and she never does the "ohh thank u kind sir lmaooo" thing with Lucas after the danger has passed.
I'm here to tell you that while Max might not readily admit to it, she likes to be protected. loves to be protected. not in a damsel way; we've seen her get out of some horrible situations on her own. she never really expects or seeks it out, but her friends just do protect her without her having to ask, and it means so much to her. because Max has felt unprotected all her life, and she craves it. can she even remember a time when she felt totally safe in her own home? she lives with two abusers and I can't imagine Max seeing her mother as any kind of of protector, after putting her in that situation. Max hasn't had anyone make her feel safe in a long time.
so I love that while Max is capable of taking care of herself, when something scary happens, you can find her unapologetically peeking out from behind that nerd boy and his little slingshot, the one who she made fun of for screaming like a little girl. I love that it seems like Max's character would be the one protective of her abused ingenue bff, but she's the one always standing back with awe while El bodily shields her from monster after monster. I think being protected like that makes Max feel very loved.
Bonus: El's protection means so much to Max that the literal last act of her life is to try to reciprocate and try to protect El when she needs it. i'm done, do not speak to me
#drugging billy and trying to stab vecna are her only truly physically protective acts that i can think of#this accidentally became an#elumax#gifset#elmax#el / max#i'm emotional about this#i'll never get over max's face when el says stay back#?? oh are we not both shitting ourselves rn? ok go get em girl I guess?? iloveyoubecareful??#outside the hospital does max have to trail her hand ALL the way down el's arm like that? no but she did#please also do not miss: max and lucas' hands on each others shoulders in the sauna#max over el's shoulder at the snowball kills me#👹 (if you touch her again i will kill you again)>😠🧍♀️#i'm curious what maxs protector/protectee dynamic with el would've been if el never had powers#character analysis#gifs#mine
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❀Snow Solitude❀
Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Snow days aren’t a rare thing in Hawkins, Indiana, but that doesn’t mean they’re put to waste. For a group of dipshits, they know how to spend it.
Request: N/A
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry about going MIA! I got sick after I published part 2 of Bet, and lost any and all motivation to write. But it’s slowly coming back! I’m hoping to post a couple blurbs for Christmas/wintertime, and (fingers crossed) Bet part 3 soon.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Cursing
!I don’t own this gif!
The block of ice was colder than normal snow. It was ice that would make this igloo into a fort. Make this snow day into a snow war.
Steve wasn’t one to spend his snow days doing anything. He didn’t need to shovel - his parents paid people to do that. He didn’t play in the snow - he was a teenager for Christ’s sake. At least, he didn’t ‘play’ in it until the Party decided he was their honorary babysitter.
“Look, dipshits, I’m not getting in there.” Steve planted his feet in the four inches of snow with crossed arms.
Dustin mimicked Steve in a playful way while Mike did it a little more seriously. “You didn’t help make it, so you have to get into it.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Who’s the boss here? Oh right, it’s me.”
Lucas groaned and stooped down to grab some snow. “Why is this such a big deal?” He packed the snow together to form a sturdy snowball.
“Because Steve doesn’t pull his weight around here.” Mike looked from the teenagers to his friend.
With an eye roll, Steve said, “I’m the one who drives you all around and makes sure you don’t kill each other, dipshit.”
“Well, we know how to do that ourselves.” Mike retorted.
“Oh do you?”
“Yeah, we do.”
“Do you really?” Steve egged on.
This went back and forth between the children for a couple minutes until the sound of snow crunching drew the attention of the sane five.
You had taken a walk to enjoy the snow day when you stumbled upon the party and Steve. You started to approach them, thinking you’d join in on their fun. You didn’t think you’d join in on an argument.
“What’s going on here?” You ask, looking between them all.
Dustin shook his head as he looked away from Steve and Mike.
Max looked over at you. “Idiots being idiots.”
You nodded with a ‘seems legit’ face. You weren’t going to question it. “What’s the idiots being idiots about?” You were surprised said idiots still hadn’t noticed your arrival.
El pointed at the igloo. “Snow.” They were arguing about snow.
A laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head. Only these boys would do that. “Hey, babies!” You call out to them and they look towards you. “Wanna stop the fighting and actually have some snow fun?”
You wanted to have fun. You didn’t want to, and you were sure the Party didn’t want to, stand around and listen to this bickering.
“Y/N, when the hell did you get here?” Mike asked, crossing his arms. Steve hit him in the arm for ‘aggression’ in his voice.
You smiled sweetly at them. “I believe it was towards the start of this little quarrel.” You gesture between the two of them. “Which was long enough to know that whatever it was about is stupid.” Who argues about snow?
“It’s all Steve’s fault.” Mike weakly defends himself.
That earned a sigh from you and a smack in the back of the head from Steve.
“All he has to do is go in the fucking igloo!”
You scold the boy a little. “Bite your tongue.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’ll bite my tongue if Steve grows balls.” He muttered.
You sigh a little. “How about I go in? Will that satisfy your weird needs?”
“If Y/N goes in, then I’ll go in.” Steve piped up a little too fast.
Mike threw his hands up exasperatedly. “Fine! Just go in!”
You laughed and rolled your eyes. You didn’t understand why this was such a big deal. It was an igloo. An igloo.
You pushed past the two, lightly hitting your shoulder against Steve. When you got to the entrance of the snow fortress, you ducked down and carefully crawled in. Sure, you were decked out in a winter jacket, a beanie, a scarf, and gloves, but that didn’t mean you didn’t shiver your ass off when you fully got inside.
Steve was close behind you, which wasn’t shocking as this was a small, enclosed space.
You plopped your butt down by the back of the igloo, careful not to lean back. You wouldn’t want to ruin the Party’s hard work.
Steve sat down a little off to the side and looked around. As if there was much to really look at.
“They did a nice job.” You said after a moment of silence.
It was painfully obvious that once Steve was away from the Party, they went into a full blown snowball fight. The yelling and laughing wasn’t hard to discern.
Steve nodded. “At least they know how to do one thing.”
“I’m sure they know how to do other things,” you reply with a smile.
He chuckled and shook his head. “You’d be surprised…” He trailed off as his eyes landed on something that seemed to be stuck on the ceiling of the igloo.
You couldn’t tell what the look on his face was, so you took a look for yourself.
A plant seemed to be stuck smack dab in the middle of the ceiling. The leaves were undeniably familiar, and the red berries attached made it even more definable - mistletoe.
You both were at a loss for words. It was right above you.
“Those little dipshits…” Steve muttered under his breath.
“How’d they…” You started to mutter at the same time. You didn’t finish the thought, unsure if it was, “how’d they get it up there,” or “how’d they know we were going to be under here.”
He cleared his throat a little. “We… We don’t have to do that.” You looked at him, trying to read his face. “Those dipshits won’t have to know.”
You didn’t know if you should feel rejoiced he wasn’t going to make you kiss him, or disappointed. You didn’t know until you spoke without much thought.
“But… what if I want to?”
He looked to be in shock for a second, but he tried to recover quickly and smoothly. So that he could, without much else said, move in closer to you and place his lips on yours.
He had been King Steve in high school, and that charm slowly had worn off him. But there were moments where he did things like this; and it was unclear if he was still that teenager from high school or the boy slowly becoming a man. Or maybe both.
You tried to hide your surprise as you kissed him back a second after he went in for it. You didn’t think he’d actually go for it. You’d thought he’d awkwardly laugh it off or something. But you’re glad he went for it.
Steve was less dressed for the cold than you, so his icy lips felt like they were walking through a fire while against your warm ones. While your hands sunk deeper into the snow below you, his found your cheek. In contrast, his touch burned with passion against the surface of your reddening face.
Just as he was the one to go in for the kiss, he was also the one to pull away.
You tried not to lean into him, but you wanted more. A longer kiss. Anything. Everything.
As you fluttered your eyes open, you were greeted by a smile gracing the lips that you wanted so bad to pull back to you. But the smile was a contagious one, allowing you to calm down your urge for him.
“I gotta give it to them - those dipshits know a thing or two once in a while.”
You let out a laugh and throw your head back a little, looking up at the mistletoe.
You had to thank them all later today.
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˚ · · . · ✵ ✷PART TWENTY-SEVEN
HAWKINS, INDIANA
DECEMEBER 1984
Another year has flown by and this town has started to be the only place I like. I don't want to go back home to Odessa even though My dad has been hinting at it. He's been talking to me about going driving on dirt roads and maybe buying a farm. Back to the old days.
I know that if we go home, I'm not gonna like it.
All the terrible things that happened, happened. It's life now and I have to find a way to deal with it and move on. I am actually. I've started therapy sessions at the end of last month. Hopper had gotten in touch with a doctor from the lab who connected me with a therapist. I'm allowed to freely talk about everything that's happened, my feelings about it, how I'm gonna move on from it.
Meanwhile I've actually started to pick up my grades. On the nights that I can't sleep I spend it doing extra credit or studying for anything coming up in my classes. My last quiz wasn't so bad I got a b minus. It wasn't like miracles were gonna happen overnight.
It just means that whatever new normal that's out there for me, I'm adjusting to it.
Dayton is coming home soon. After I got home with Mickey that night we all talked on the phone for what felt like hours. I told them what my mother had told me and it felt like we were finally seeing clearly.
I didn't think a year ago that this boring town would throw me for any loops. But it did.
I'm not grateful for the loops, not at all. If I had the chance I would make sure none of this ever happened. But I am grateful for the people who were beside me when the world literally turned upside down.
Now I'm chaperoning for the snowball dance. It's not what I wanted to do on my free night. I didn't have plans per say but I would've came up with some. That's all shot to hell now. I've got to keep an eye on who's coming and going from the dance.
Make sure these kids aren't up to anything.
A car pulls up from the lot meaning another kid is getting dropped off. These kids all looked so dorky with their fancy clothes. It was cute when you didn't think about how crazy and annoying middle schoolers were.
Mickey came with me and was inside mingling. He had come out of his shell surprisingly. Or maybe he never had a shell and I was just assuming.
I saw Mike, Lucas, and Will come in. They all greeted me with stares. They had never seen me in a dress and with the whole nine yards of prepping I did to look decent for the dance. It reminded me of the first time I went down into the basement.
No way I was letting them forget that. They looked all dazed out like they hadn't see a girl before. Little did they know that the girls would start lining up now. Lucas and Dustin were tripping over Max.
Mike had Eleven.
Will didn't really have his sight on anyone yet. But I figure just letting the kid have a good time is all anyone could ask for.
Then Max showed up.
She looked like she was in pain from the hair-do that her mother did for her. I helped her out a bit and loosened the pins in her hair and she thanked me. I know that her and El are gonna get along great. The inner feminist in me is gonna make sure of it.
I was still waiting on El and Dustin to show up before I switched places with someone else. I was dying to get inside and get a drink.
I see Dustin getting out of the car with his hair done up. He's still got the curls but his sides are slicked back. He looks like a little womanizer! He sees me and smiles as he comes my way.
"Looking fly there kid." I compliment him.
He purrs at me and I laugh. "Thank you."
I open the door for him and let him in.
I wonder who dropped him off.
My nosey self bends down to see who was driving the car and sure enough it's Steve.
After that night me and Steve were cool. It was like we were friends but we haven't really said that to each other yet. We throw jokes in class. If I see him in the hallways he waves, I wave. At lunch too. And most times he's around when I pick up Mickey from D&D nights.
Usually we talk as the boys are all gearing up to leave. Sometimes he gets there before they finish the game and we talk amongst ourselves. It's nice.
"Is that Jessie Glendall!" He shouts at me.
My eyes go wide in embarrassment. It was enough that my dad talked me into taking this job for the night. And more than enough when both my dad and my brother made me wear a dress. And now Steve is calling me out like this?
I jog over to his car.
When I get there I lean over the passenger window and flip him off. "Very funny idiot. Remember I know you listen to Donna Summer."
He giggles at me threatening him. "I'm proud of it. So do your worst."
"You know I could have sworn I saw your mini me walk past me. Farrah Fawcett spray and all." I joke and his smile drops. He would kill me if I let that slip. "Relax."
Theres a moment that passes but it's not awkward.
"So you're doing good right?" He asks.
And then there was that. He was there when my mother bid her goodbye to me and Mickey. He didn't say anything about it at first. He's only recently started asking me if I was okay. I would have been fed up but I expect it from him. This is how we first started talking anyways.
I nod my head.
"Yeah. I'm getting there," I trail off in a thought. "You know only friends ask each other if they're okay, right?"
I watch as Steve scoffs lightly, facing the front window now. "You trying to say we're friends Jessie?"
I shrug my shoulders casually. "Milk girl and the king of Hawkins. Doesn't sound too bad."
Steve chuckles and so do I. He slaps the wheel of his car and turns to look at me again.
"No it doesn't."
"Alright let me get back to it before I find out you're staring at my boobs."
He starts sputtering a response but I don't really hear it as I peel myself off his car. I turn around dot walk away when I hear shuffling so I turn back. He's got his whole head out the passenger side window.
"You just ruined our friendship. That's great."
I taunt him. "You trying to say we're friends Steve?"
He smiles at me and I smile back.
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I'm standing next to the kids table watching over them when I see a random girl walk up to them. Lucas and Max just stepped away to go and dance after Mickey had pulled a cute little girl from the crowd.
I feel bad for Dustin but I know he'll find his someone. And it's only middle school anyways. There is a lot more life left for him to go and find love. Or whatever it is middle schoolers are calling it these days.
"Hey Zombie boy. Do you wanna dance?" She asks him.
Zombie boy?
I walk over to Will with my hand out. "How about you dance with a pro?"
Will takes my hand and I walk him to the dance floor near Lucas and Max. The scoff that came from that random girl didn't go unnoticed by me.
I place his hands on my hips and let my arms reach down to his shoulders. It doesn't take long for him to be moving in beat. He's not that bad of a dancer.
"Anyone else calls you by anything other than your name you tell me. I got a carton of milk waiting." I let him know and he laughs, his shoulders dancing as he does.
"Thanks Jessie."
The night ends with all of my kids on the dance floor. They're happy and hopeful. That's all I can ask for really. I know that everything is gonna be okay. It won't go back to normal, nothing really can go back to the way it was.
But it wouldn't be too bad in Hawkins now.
Might've been those stars I learned about. Finally heard my wishes.
#DAMSEL#steve harrington x oc#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#stranger things imagine#stranger things fic#I love the school dance ending#I hope I did it justice with Jessie#AND IT BEGINSSSS#REV UP THE ENGINES BRO
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The wonderful @sneakysprinkle requested, “Hey I would love love love it if you could make a mileven fic set at the cabin with the rest of the party. (Maybe they could explore elevens powers?) please please please!! :)” Here you go, hope you like it!!
Jim Hopper stood in the dark corner of his hunting cabin smoking a cigarette and keeping a careful eye on his adopted daughter, Jane. The young girl sat quietly on the couch her legs crossed underneath her while a small gaggle of pre-teens sat on the floor in front of her. They had decided as a group that today would be the day they would determine just how powerful Jane was. Hopper had insisted he be present for the “experiment” for the safety of everyone involved. Dustin was the first to break the silence,”I mean we know you can kill people and close interdimensional portals, so I guess we can check that one off the list.” Mike groaned, of course, Dustin had made an actual list.
“Give me that,” Mike snapped and tore the paper from Dustin’s hands. “Time travel? Teleportation? Replication? Are you serious?” Mike crumpled the sheet of paper, he had been the only one of the party to veto this idea. “Don’t you think she’s gone through enough test already? We’re supposed to be her friends and you want to poke and pinch at her to make her do to party tricks?” Mike looked desperately to Hopper, “You’re the adult here, tell them we shouldn’t do this,” the Chief remained stoic, unmoved by Mike’s plea. “Mike,” Mike turned to look at her, “I want to do this, I need to do this,”
“Yeah but- El, just- I don’t want you to feel like you need to. You aren’t some sort of sideshow attraction.” She smiled at him softly placing her hand gently on his shoulder, “I’ll decide when it’s time to stop, I promise I won’t be-” she looked towards Hopper,” I won’t be stupid.”
For over an hour Dustin rattled off ideas from his list, most of them were based around things he had seen in movies or on TV. The truth of the matter was there was no way of knowing what Eleven could really do or what things were even possible, this was a totally alien concept to them. At first, things were pretty tame, making a spoon float mid-air, turning the lights on and off, but after a while, that wasn’t enough. Eleven started pushing herself more and more, she made the doors slam and caused a fire to roar to life in the fireplace. She sent chairs flying across the room and burst the lightbulbs in every lamp. “Okay, that’s enough!” Mike said but Eleven was in a deep trance, blood pooled in her nostrils and dribbled down her lips.
“El, stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Max cried, just as she said that a large book came flying across the room hitting her square in the jaw. “Hey!” Lucas yelled throwing his body across Max as records started cutting through the air. Hopper ran to his girl, holding her head in his hands, “Jane, you have to stop this, okay.” He said this in a way that sounded calm but his eyes were full of terror. “Jane?” Nothing changed the cabin was now in full chaos. Max and Lucas ran for the door but it wouldn’t open and Dustin dove under the couch for protection. Hopper was now shaking the young girl, “Come on, kid, snap out of it!” Her brown eyes were glazed over and her mouth hung open slightly, she was completely gone, disappeared into her mind.
“I’m so sorry for this,” Hopper said as he drew his hand back and gave Jane a hard smack across the mouth. “What did you do that for?” Mike screamed as he moved closer to Eleven. “I’m running out of ideas here, kid.”
“Look out!” Max screamed as a butcher knife flew through the air implanting itself into the wall. “I think I know something that’ll work,” Mike cried as he ran for his backpack. He dove over chairs and books making his way towards the bag. Once he had it in his hands he dug around frantically before he found what he was looking for. He double checked the cassette was still in his Walkman and then joined Hopper who was still desperately trying to pull El from her trance.
As Mike fumbled with the headphones he could hear Hopper pleading with Eleven, “I promise you this isn’t that place. You are safe here, I would never, ever let anything bad happen to you I promise. But you need to come back, okay? Please come back. You have to come back to me, El. Come back to Dad, okay?” Finally, Mike inserted the jack correctly, he moved quickly wiping the blood from El’s ears as he slowly placed the headphones over her curly hair. Pressing play Mike waited for a sign. Mike had spent hours putting together that mixtape that was now bursting through the headphones.
He had sat in his room for days waiting for songs to come on the radio so he could record them on a cassette. Most of them were cheesy love songs or ones he thought El might like but the first one on there was the song that had played the night they had danced together at the snowball, the night they had kissed. Mike waited a tense few moments while the cabin and what felt like the world around him shook. As the tape whirled in the player, the color slowly returned to El’s face, her eyes lost the glaze that had so deeply covered them.
The chaos that had erupted so suddenly slowly began to calm itself like the rain receding after the climax of a storm. Suddenly Eleven blinked as if she was just waking up from a deep sleep. “Dad?” She whispered softly. Mike had never seen the Chief so overcome with emotion. He wrapped Eleven up in his arms and held her there for a very long time. Without a word he picked her up and took her into her old bedroom, the one she had used before Hopper had moved her into his home. After placing her gently down and the Chief entered the room and instructed the Party it was time for them to leave. Dustin, Lucas, and Max left without a word but Mike stood still, and Hopper understood that the Wheeler boy wasn’t leaving without saying goodbye.
The Chief gave him a nod and Mike quietly moved into the bedroom. Eleven looked so small covered in the massive quilts Hopper had piled on her. Mike took a seat next to the bed and held her hand. Hopper emerged with a washcloth and basin and without saying a word Mike took the damp cloth and began to wipe the blood from her mouth and ears. Hopper took out a cigarette with shaking fingers but thought better of it and went to take his smoke outside. Mike sat alone in the room for a few more moments before she opened her eyes, “Mike?” Her voice was hoarse and her lips were cracked.
Mike leaned forward giving her a small kiss on the forehead, “Hi,” he said gently as if she were a baby animal. “I’m sorry.”She said and Mike nodded his head, he wasn’t mad at her, in fact, he didn’t even feel like he was owed an apology but he knew that Eleven would never forgive herself if she didn’t attempt to make amends. “It’s okay, I know you can’t control it,” he winced, “I, I mean you can- I just mean sometimes- I- you,”
“No, you’re right,” Eleven whispered, “I can’t control it.” She looked to him and there was so much pain in her eyes Mike felt his whole body ache to see her like that. “Do you ever wish I was normal?” She asked pulling herself deeper into her cocoon of blankets. “What?” Mike asked genuinely taken aback by the question. “Do you ever wish I was like other girls? Like Max.” Mike shook his head furiously, “Why would I ever want that?” He asked as he pulled her hand closer to him, “El, you’re amazing, why would I ever want to be with anyone else?”
She pulled away and turned her back to him, “Normal girls can’t do what I do. Normal girls don’t almost kill their boyfriends,” her voice broke at that moment and her body began to shake as tears spilled from her eyes. Mike got up and quickly moved to the other side of the bed, “Please, don’t cry, just please don’t cry,” he said softly. Thinking quickly Mike grabbed the one-eyed teddy bear that sat on the floor. He picked it up and made it’s feet walk over to El’s face. “Hi, El!” Mike said in a high pitched voice, there was a hint of a smile on her lips, Mike pressed on, “Do you know that I think you are the most amazing, most powerful, most bitchin’ girl I know?” A smile quickly spread on Eleven’s lips but disappeared just as quickly. “And I think Mike Wheeler is the luckiest guy in the whole world. You wanna know why?” Mike asked still using the bear to do most of the talking. El remained quiet, Mike took the bear’s paw and wiped a tear that was slowly falling down her nose, “Come on, ask him why.” Mike prompted, “Why?” El asked quietly.
“Mike is the luckiest guy because you love him and he loves you,” by this point Mike had stopped using the high pitched voice and spoke directly to her even though he still moved the bear as if it was still talking, “And there is nobody else in this universe that he would fight a demodog for, and there is no one else in this universe that he would call every night for-”
“Three hundred and fifty-three day,” Eleven said. She sat up and pulled Mike into a hug, “I would never want anyone else but you, I love you.” He whispered as he wrapped his arms tightly around her. She pulled back, resting her head against his forehead, “I know, I love you too.”
After a few more minutes the Chief reappeared smelling of smoke and Mike understood it was time for him to leave, besides he knew that El would want to go and spend the night in her new bedroom, the one with the flowers that Will had so painstakingly painted by hand over the summer. As Mike walked out the door and towards his bike Hopper called out to him, "You're a good kid, Wheeler. You got a good head on your shoulders." Mike nodded and turned to leave, "Listen," the Chief said and he slowly walked to join Mike, "I never thanked you, for what you did, back when she first escaped. If you and your buddies hadn't found her, I don't know what would have happened."
Mike nodded, "Well, I mean I couldn't just leave her out there, she needed someone." The chief took a deep a breath, "Well, if it means anything I'm glad the person she ended up needing was you." And with that, the Chief turned back to the cabin. Mike began to peddle but heard a small voice call out, "Wait!" Miike turned to see El standing on the porch she ran to meet him. Before Mike could say anything El pulled him into a kiss. Mike's heart pounded, and his legs felt shaky, he wondered if he would ever get used to kissing her or if it would always feel like the first time every time. The feeling was so amazing Mike could have sworn he was floating, in fact it really did feel like he was floating. He didn't even realize he had been until his feet gently touched the ground.
#stranger things#stranger things fan fic#stranger things drabble#mileven#eleven/jane#mike wheeler#jim hopper#dad jim hopper#requested
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Bites and Threats (Steve Harrington x Reader)
*gif not mine*
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Warnings: Violence, Swearing and Threats of Violence
Prompt: “I am hungry, and tired, and injured so unless you all shut up it’ll be one of you I kill next alright?”
Request: @winchestertardis
Bites and Threats
At first you hadn’t even realised you’d been bitten, you had heard Dustin yell out for you to be careful, and then when you were all back on the bus panic over you fell to the ground faint headed. Despite your faded muffled yells to stop Steve ripping your favourite jeans you had in fact been bitten by a Demo-dog, and you still managed to kill it too but that is not the point right now.
You hadn’t known it at the time but Steve’s heart was pounding painfully in his chest at the thought of losing you, he wasn’t even your boyfriend, he thought pitifully as he tried to wrap cloth around your leg as you hissed. Clutching onto his arm your brother was pacing at a loss for words for a change as you were crying out in pain at the burning cursing through your body.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.” You had heard Steve mutter as he tried his best not to tug at it too tight as he was tying the knot.
“Oh my God.” You cried leaning back on the wall as Steve finally stopped fixing you up and Dustin looked over at you tears streaming down his own face and Steve watched you as you controlled the pain showing on your face and pushed yourself up.
“I’m okay, Dustin look at me I’m okay.” You lied as you started sweating just a little bit more from the pain.
“Are you sure?” Her younger brother stutter through fear and worry, she nodded trying to calm him.
“Of course Dust, I’m good. Now we should get out of here?” You strained best you could and all the kids bundled out but you just wanted to get to Steve’s car as quickly as possible. Steve was mumbling under his breath worrying about you as he practically carried you down the tracks, hoping to Dustin and the kids you just looked like you needed a replacement crutch.
“Did you hear that?!” Max asked over the yelling of the boys arguing over the stupid cat.
“Hey are you saying I’m lying?!” Dustin yelled making Lucas bark a sarcastic laugh.
“Yes! BECAUSE YOU ARE!” Flinching Steve held onto you a little tighter before you hissed in pain at your leg throbbing as it still bled.
“I am hungry, and tired, and injured so unless you all shut up it’ll be one of you I kill next alright?” You snapped making all of them stop and listen for the noise in the bushes.
Finding Nancy and Jonathan they glanced at you worried as you were pale and panting not able to hide it for much longer.
“I’m taking her to my car, she needs help. Watch the kids?” Steve begged Nancy who was also worried about you, despite her knowing your obvious crush on Steve she didn’t dislike you and well now Steve can act on his own feelings.
“Of course.” She mumbled as Steve got you away from the kids and to his car where you yelped in pain as you laid on the back seat.
“Y/N it’s okay you’re going to be fine.” Steve told you admiring you for hiding it from Dustin but worried because you made it worse.
“God Steve it hurts so bad!” You cried clutching onto his jacket trying to keep him close scared that you might hurt yourself more.
“I’m going to get you help alright? Just hold on for five minutes I’ll take you to the hospital.” He promised prying your hands away.
“Please, please don’t leave me..” You drawled as you found it easier to give into the pain, you felt him tense and hold you face in his hand.
“I’ll never leave you Y/N, I promise.” He said placing a quick kiss on your forehead before getting in the drivers seat and speeding to the hospital. Carrying you inside you passed out before you could even process what was happening around you.
* * *
Blinking you sighed as you came around, it was just getting light out and you were comfortable. Looking down in panic you gasped in relief as you saw both of your legs still there, shifting the covers you looked down to see the clean wound stitched up neatly and the pain medication in you IV relaxed you. You had no idea you had such a high tolerance for pain when it comes to protecting your family and friends.
“Hey, hey the doctor said not to move around so much.” The soft voice of Steve Harrington echoed from beside you, had he been there the whole time? Looking up to his face you gasped softly.
“Steve what happened to you?” You asked reaching out to stroke your fingers over his bruised cheek.
“Hargrove showed up at The Byers’, Will is okay by the way. It all happened so quickly last night, El came back and closed the gate. Everyone is okay, we’re just worried about you.” He explained making you smile softly.
“Sorry I caused so much stress, of course I would get bitten.” You joked but he didn’t laugh.
“Y/N I was so worried about you.” He stated making you shake your head.
“I’m fine, I’m okay. I’m here.” You promised as he grabbed your hand.
“What you did was stupid, but God you’re so strong and when you passed out I was goner, thought that was it I almost went out of my mind.” He admitted to the older Henderson sibling.
“Steve...” You started but he cut you off.
“No you need to know Y/N, nearly losing you just made me realise in this dumb town I can’t risk not telling you how I feel. Who knows what’s going to happen next, you need to know I love you.” He finished making you smile and bite down on your bottom lip.
“If getting bit by a demogorgon makes you say that I’l do it more often.” You joked as he leaned closer to you.
“Don’t you dare.” Laughing at his words you watched him, he wasn’t pushing yo to say it back but you could see he was hoping in his eyes.
“I love you too.” You whispered as he inched closer closing the gap between you but the door crashing open made you pull apart as Dustin and the gang ran in full of relief.
“You’re crazy Y/N but I’m so glad you’re okay.” Dustin whispered as he hugged you tightly.
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You were still on crutches over Christmas but by the time the Snowball came around you were just used to it, one more month and you would be completely fine but you didn’t want to risk it. Your legs were currently propped up on Steve’s lap as you both watched the TV and waited for Dustin to be ready but he was running around worrying about his hair.
“This is all your fault.” You mumbled as he stroked patterns softly on your legs.
“How so?” He asked in an equally as tired voice both content in each other’s company.
“You’re the one who told him about the Farrah Faucet spray, now he’s trying to look like you.” You giggled making him look over at you and smile.
“Well it works doesn’t it? I got the girl.” He smugly pointed out making you roll your eyes.
“It’s not about the hair dip shit.” You mocked making him lean down and press a kiss on your lips.
“Then what is it?” He asked fishing for compliments.
“Definitely your undeniable modesty.” You teased making him mock glare at you as Dustin came out saying he was finally ready.
“Look at you Dustin, you’ll knock ‘em dead.” You stated proudly not mentioning the state of his hair, no need to knock his confidence.
“Thanks. Now Steve if you’re done harassing my sister I want to go.” Scoffing a laugh at Dustin’s words you looked at Steve who was offended.
“How many more times dude, she’s my girlfriend it’s not harassment!” Laughing at the boys as they argued their way out of the door two seconds later Steve ran back in.
“Sorry I forgot.” He announced before leaning down and kissing you again.
“I’ll be back.” He promised making you nod.
“I’ll be waiting.” You replied as he stood straight heading back to the door which Dustin already disappeared through.
“I still love you.” He called out over his shoulder.
“I still love you too! Now go or he’ll be late!” You giggled at your boyfriend and settled comfortably on the couch waiting for him to return so you be together.
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Part One
A/N chapter two of my series! I'm posting this on AO3 as well, so if you see it there don't be alarmed lol. I'm so excited for this series!! Also, i’m picturing Tom Holland as an older Will, but you can picture him however you’d like!
Pairing: (eventual) Will Byers x Reader
Summary: when Will Byers' longtime crush moves away, he's heartbroken. But then, a few years later, she returns, and old feelings resurface.
Warnings: mention of killing the demagorgons if that needs a warning
Introduction
You took a deep breath as you drove past the sign that read 'welcome to Hawkins, Indiana!', your heart beating quickly in your chest. You hadn't been back there in three years, and you were anxious to see how much it had changed; although you doubt it had at all. But you knew that something would be different, and that something was your best friends that you'd eventually lost contact with due to entering high school and being busy all of the time.
You didn't even call any of them to inform them of your return, as you didn't want them to feel pressured into becoming friends again. You didn't know if they'd all moved on from each other, or if they were all still as close as when you left. You still remembered that day, although you didn't think you'd ever forget it, to be honest. It was the day your forever crush had told you he liked you, and the only thing you wished (Other than not moving at all) you could change was that you moved after the snowball dance, as you never got to dance with him.
But, you'd moved on. You'd even had a boyfriend in the years that had passed. You were a junior in high school now, sixteen years of age. You'd grown a lot in those years you were gone, and you wondered what your old friends looked like now. Did El grow her hair out? Did the boys grow much taller? Did Mike still have his freckles that lightly dotted his nose? Was Max's hair still a fiery red that you always thought was so cute? You supposed you wouldn't know until you saw them.
That thought made your heart speed up once again.
You were going to see them.
You parked your car next to the curb in front of your new house, the moving van parking in the driveway while your mothers car parked behind yours. You took another deep breath and excited your car, staring up at the Hawkins sky that you hadn't realized you'd missed so much.
Meanwhile, as you began to help unload the moving van, an unknowing group of friends walked out of the movie theater. "If you think about it, we're kind of like the lost boys," Dustin grinned, swinging a friendly arm over Max's shoulder. She rolled her eyes, shoving him off as Lucas intertwined his hand with hers.
"How so?" Will laughed, glancing at his friend as he tossed a piece of candy into his mouth. "Dude, we had to hunt and kill monsters twice. I think that we can consider ourselves lost boys."
El, who now went by Jane most of the time, Will, and Mike tensed slightly at the memories, but quickly forced them back. Lucas looked at his friend,"You mean Jane killed them?"
Dustin gaped at his friends, a squeaking noise escaping his throat. They all began to laugh at their friends embarrassment, before they all bid their goodbyes and went to their own cars (or, for those of who that didn't have one, went with someone else that did).
So, seeing as Will and Dustin lived semi close to the other, Will climbed into Dustin's car that had been gifted to him by his mother on his sixteenth birthday. Dustin turned his key, and the car turned on, the radio playing softly as he began driving. It was silent for most of the ride, besides Dustin's light tapping on the wheel to the tune of whatever song played.
But then, for some odd reason, Will thought of you. Which was strange, considering he hadn't spoken to or thought of you in quite a while. Although, every once and a while he did think of you and got the urge to call. He wondered what life would be like if you hadn't moved, and he wondered what would be different. He also wondered what you looked like now. Was your hair different? Had you gotten taller?
"Do you ever think of Y/N?"
"Hm?" Dustin hummed, glancing over at Will for a split second with lowered brows before looking back at the road. "Y/N," Will repeated. "Do you ever think of her?"
Dustin took a moment, but nodded,"Yeah, I think we all have at some point."
"It's funny, sometimes I'll watch a movie or see something that reminds me of her, and I'll want to tell her but then remember she's not here anymore," Will sighed.
"Jesus, you act like she's dead," Dustin chuckled, turning to drive through a neighborhood that he'd discovered was a shortcut many years back. Will chuckled too, his hands wringing together in his lap. "Huh, looks like someone's finally moving in to that house," Dustin said as he caught site of a moving van and movers carrying a couch into the house that had been for sale for a few months now, because no one ever really chose to move to Hawkins. Well, until now. Will looked over as well, seeing a middle aged woman that looked sort of familiar. He didn't think much of it though as they quickly drove past the house, and soon enough Dustin was pulling into the driveway of Will's house.
"I'll see you Monday," Will said, giving his friend a small smile and a wave. Dustin grinned back, his teeth now fully grown,"Adios, mi amigo." He backed out of the driveway as Will walked into his house, his mother calling out to him from the kitchen. He called back in response to confirm that it was him, you still running through his mind as he walked into his room.
He should've moved on from now, he shouldn't still be caught up on you. But every time a girl would show interest in him, he couldn't get himself to be interested back, no matter how hard he tried. He just hoped that soon he would forget about his childhood crush.
Little did he know, the universe had other things in store.
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Just wanted to say I love love love your writing. It's excellent! I have a prompt if you dont mind? basically its a few weeks after the snowball and elle still has super bad seperation anxiety from mike. In a typical teenage boy fashion he disappears for a week and totally forgets to tell her what he's doing. There's no phones to call her. He's camping for a school trip. Elle FREAKS. when hes finally back she doesnt know whether to cry in relief or kill him
The second the bus pulls up, he realizes his mistake.
His mother is there beaming, thrilled at his first camping trip but his eyes go past her to the tree line. He knows what he saw. He realizes exactly what he did wrong. Now as she fawns over him, he just wants to drop his bag and go apologize. Profusely. Preferably before the chief of police shows up to remind him that that is his daughter and Mike has a reputation as a troublemaker now. Also that he hit him. Jim Hopper is sore about that when he needs to be.
“So, Mikey—“
“I gotta go over to Will’s house,” he blurts out, “I’ll see you at home.”
Despite the fact that Will and Mrs. Byers have just gotten to the car, he runs after them. They both look at him and it shows on his face because Will snorts and Mrs. Byers looks torn between sympathy and exasperation for him. He just feels lower than dirt. He talks to her every night, he mentioned this months ago, they’re still hammering out how far she can reach—in the end he knows he should have said something. Mrs. Byers waves at his mom and jerks her head, he dives into the car.
“She’s over there,” he says motioning to the trees.
“I’ll double back,” Mrs. Byers says.
When she does he dives out of the car, taking off through them. It’s supposed to be a year, a year and then she can come to school properly. Be seen properly. But until that year is up there are rules, rules they have both agreed to. Rule that he’s making her break a lot of because he was an idiot. He runs as fast as he can and skids to a stop when he sees her standing there. She’s looking out at the bus but he’s not fooled for a second. And not just because he’s given zero thought to stealth in this. Nope, he knows for sure when she gives him a look reserved for Mouth Breathers and turns on her heel.
“El, wait!” he pleads and heads for her, “I forgot,” there’s a press of invisible wall, “come on El, I’m sorry,” he begs and the wall vanishes as she continues to walk, “I didn’t know it wasn’t going to work. I—“ he sighs, “I should have told you.”
“You. Promised,” she says whirling suddenly and jamming a finger into his chest, “you promised every night. And it’s been six hundred and four thousand eight hundred seconds. I thought you were hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeats as she rips her finger away from his chest, spinning on her heel and walking away. He jogs after her, “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”
“Worry,” she repeats and then scoffs.
El’s gotten better with speaking, a lot better. But when she’s upset or mad she retreats back into the single words. Fewer words means less chance of getting punished. That’s still how she functions sometimes. Most of the time. Around him and the guys, she does it too when she’s really comfortable. Though Hopper’s been after them to try and make her talk more. Help her get more comfortable that way.
“Yes, worry,” he says, “you were worried about me, that’s why you’re upset.”
“Not upset,” she says with a glare, “angry.”
“You use your powers when you’re angry,” he says, promptly sticking his foot in his mouth. The look she gives him is pure venom, “I mean i know you’re not supposed to but you broke the board the last time we played checkers.”
“I can be angry and not use my powers,” she mutters, folding her arms over her chest.
“I don’t mind when you use them,” he assures her quickly, “I think they’re awesome.”
She looks down and then looks back up at him.
“You cheated,” she accuses and he shakes his head.
“No, I forgot to explain a rule. That’s not the same thing.”
He’s way out of his league on this, somewhere in the back of his head he knows it. Max and Lucas have already broken up, Will says that Steve and Nancy will probably get back together if Steve doesn’t start going out with the new girl. He hears the adults around them say this is puppy love. That they’re still ‘just kids’. And yeah, they are. That’s the excuse everyone used when he was acting out last year anyway. But if he wants to be with her, he knows he has to step it up. And he knows he can. It’s just going to take more from him. But it’s worth it, he knows that too. Knows that above anything else. He watches her shift her weight, chewing on her lip and then looking at him.
“I’m scared,” she says finally, “of school.”
He frowns.
“Why?” he asks.
“Mouth Breather—“ she stops, “I’m scared of bullies. Bullies and math.”
“Me too,” he says, “but you knew how many seconds were in a week. You’re good at math,” he explains, “plus you’ve got your dad, no-one wants to be in trouble with him.”
“You hit him,” she reminds him and he feels his face go hot.
“I was upset,” he says, “but we shouldn’t hit people when we’re upset. Plus you hit a lot harder than I do.”
“He said you could hit well,” El confides in him and Mike grins, “but what if I do bad things?”
“You’re a teenager. If you didn’t mess up you wouldn’t be. Lucas gets grounded every other week,” he says.
“What’s grounded?”
“Uh, it’s like what you’re doing right now. But it’s usually because you messed up—which you didn’t do. I did.”
A firm hand claps on his shoulder and suddenly he wishes for her to use her powers on him again. El squeaks and he doesn’t need to turn around to know exactly whose behind him. He might as well just offer to kill himself with the man’s hat at this rate.
“Glad to hear you say that,” Jim Hopper rumbles, “especially after the week I’ve had of listening to someone whose not supposed to be outside talk about running after you.”
“I’m sorry,” he repeats emphatically, “I messed up.”
Hopper looks at him like he’s the one with abilities. Like he can see into his soul. Lucas called it ‘dad powers’ and even though is father’s not exactly what you’d call intimidating, there’s a reason Nancy does her best not to bring any boys around. A small hand threads through his and gives his fingers a tight squeeze.
“I messed up too,” El says, “we messed up together.”
“God dammit,” Hopper pinches his nose. The three of them are silent and looking at each other for a moment, “home,” he says pointing. El tightens her fingers on Mike, “go home,” Hopper repeats.
“What are you going to do, ground me?” El demands and Hopper stares before looking at Mike.
“Don’t tempt me,” he says and then sighs, “okay, stay. Listen to this,” he turns back to Mike, “I was a teenage boy once. I know what teenage boys are like. Are you like that?”
“N-no,” Mike sputters out before he squares his shoulders, “but I acted like one today. It won’t happen again. Sir.”
Hopper glares at him, then he looks at El. El’s fingers tighten on his, her thumb rubbing his knuckle.
“You forgive him?” she nods.
“Yes,” she corrects.
He looks at Mike.
“Next time you mess up, you gonna be here with a damn good apology?” Mike nods instantly, silently vowing that there won’t be a next time. Hopper looks down at their clenched hands and sighs, “as you were,” he says, motioning them back.
El drags him away from her adopted father and Mike hurries to keep up. He can practically feel Hopper watching them. It’s not nearly as nice a sensation as when El does it. Only when they’re a good distance away does her hand turn from tight to gentle, though it remains very firmly wound around his. It would be like they were any other couple in school if they weren’t so deep in the woods. But he knows instinctively that this is a privilege and that being like anyone else is vastly overrated. They go back to the cabin El’s called home for the past year and a half. It still floors him that she’s so close, that she’s been so close the entire time.
“Mike?” he realizes that his fingers have tightened on hers and forces his hand to relax, smiles at her, “are you okay?” she asks and he nods.
“Yeah, I’m just glad you’re here now,” he says, “and I’m excited to have you be at school with us.”
She dips her head and looks oddly shy for a moment. Then she takes a step forward, presses her hands to his shoulders, stands on her toes and kisses him. It’s the first time she’s started it, the first time she’s been the one to kiss him. He’s stunned and it takes him a moment to kiss back. El kisses with her whole heart like she doesn’t know any other way to do it. His hands shyly find her waist as he ducks his head to accommodate their growing height difference. Before meeting her he would have said kissing was gross. Now he’s not sure he ever wants to stop kissing her. When she pulls back, El beams up at him, looking thrilled with herself. It’s the kind of smile you can’t help but return.
“I’m excited too,” she announces and he can only nod, “see you Monday.”
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Of Dragons and Pillows
I think I might be spoiling you guys with like a story every night or something. My muse keeps firing up for stuff. I’ll probably have them have some sort of an awkward discussion in my next one or the one after. I’ve got two more planned but more may be forthcoming. I’m just not sure how I want to do the Talk between Mike and El.
However my next one may not be up for two or three days. My husband’s grandmother just died so we will have to do stuff with that and I work full time and have a kid so my free time is only when he sleeps before I go to bed. Hope everyone had a good weekend!
XxOxX
About a month after the Snowball Mike, after much begging and pleading and yardwork for Hopper managed to get him to agree to let Eleven come to his house under the cover of darkness and a hooded jacket and gave them a strict curfew of three hours only.
He was sure that Eleven had done some begging and pleading of her own and they talked nearly every night. Sometimes it was just for a minute or two, just to hear each other’s voices, sometimes it was longer if she had a question or if either of them had a story. Sometimes he called when the party was over and each of them got to talk with her too. Those times he felt jealous, but knew that they cared about her too despite the fact that he wanted her all to himself all the time.
But tonight was a game night and he couldn’t wait to introduce her to his favorite game and he hoped that she would like it. Even Max was coming. The two girls had settled out their differences during the Snowball dance and now they were starting to become friends as well.
As he meticulously set up the adventure he knew that it had to be a short journey for it only to last three hours, especially when he was going to make everyone reroll a new group for an adventure. But he knew that Will, at least had rerolled a Cleric for this adventure. He wasn’t sure about Dustin and Lucas but they could spend a few minutes on character creation as long as it didn’t take forever.
The chairs (including two more) had just been put into place when he heard the doorbell ring and raced up the stairs, brushing past his mom who was talking on the phone and wrenched open the door. Curly hair and a grin announced the arrival of Dustin who waved and walked past him, then he spotted Will getting out of his mom’s car and he could barely hear their conversation, which ended with Will’s exasperated and loud sigh as he shut the door. When he walked up he sighed, “My mom wants me to call every hour.”
Mike shrugged, “Won’t take that long. Maybe we can stretch it out.”
Will sighed with his folder and made his way to the basement.
Max and Lucas came next, not together, but not far apart from each other either. Lucas’s bike was parked next to the door and Billy’s car revved down the street. Max practically had to leap out of a moving vehicle for all the time that he stopped for her to get out but she made it in with a quick smile to Mike and Lucas’s urging to hurry downstairs so they could get started on telling her all the rules.
Mike waited next to the door, feeling more and more crestfallen as the minutes ticked by when he saw the flash of lights and leapt across the room to open the door. Hopper’s jeep came to a full stop and he tapped his foot urgently, waiting to see her again.
The door opened and a small figure exited the jeep, bogged down with so much baggy clothing that if he didn’t know that it was her he would have been very confused.
She raced up and collided with him and he wrapped his arms around her and they stayed like that, in the doorway for longer than they probably should have but it felt so good to hug her again. “Wheeler! She gets three hours! That’s it.”
“Yes, Chief!” He shouted back. “Come on in. You can meet my mom really quick and then we can go downstairs.”
Eleven pulled her hood down and she gave him a smile. Those curls that were styled perfectly at the Snow Ball were wild and errant now and still looked just as beautiful now as she did then. He took her hand and they walked into the house, stopping by his mom who just stared at the girl that her son was holding hands with. “Mom, this is El--. I mean Jane Hopper.”
Karen Wheeler could only really stare but smiled, “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too.” Eleven smiled.
Karen must have missed something deep in her son’s life for him to be bringing by a girl that she hasn’t ever seen before but before she could interrogate her son any further he made his exit.
“Well, now you’ve met. Let’s go.” Mike pulled her away and they raced downstairs to join the rest of the group, who was now arguing over something.
“She can’t be a zoomer. There’s no Zoomer class, Lucas.” Dustin fired at the two across the table.
“Can’t we make up a class?” Lucas shot back.
“No.” Mike broke in as he pulled out the chair next to him for Eleven to sit in.
“Hey El!” They chimed in simultaneously and she gave them all a bright smile.
“Hi.”
“Why the hell not?” Lucas huffed out.
“Because then we would have to make shit up and I don’t want to do that tonight.” Mike huffed back.
“Well what can we do then?”
Mike turned to Max, who was looking really confused. “What sorts of things do you want your character to be able to do?”
“Move fast, jump, talk fast. Stuff I do.”
“How about a thief?” Will spoke up from his notes. “A thief is based in dex and int mostly with some charisma thrown in if she rolls high enough.”
“What’s a thief do in the game?” Max brushed her hair back behind her ear while she focused on Will intently.
“Steals stuff, scales cliffs and down chasms, can hide in the shadows and make devastating backstabs and find traps. We haven’t had one yet.”
“Good idea, Will.”
“Sure. Why not. Lucas has told me some stuff about the game but how do you make choices and stuff?” Max asked.
“You won’t have to worry too much about that. Each member of our party is starting over for this adventure.”
“Come on, Mike. I thought you were joking. My dwarf has a +2 axe! That’s bullshit.”
“You don’t have to keep the fucking character Dustin. Just for today. Your dwarf will live again.”
That seemed to placate him and he settled back to dig through his backpack and pull out his character folder and put a new sheet out. “What to do. Probably another warrior…what race?” Then he started mumbling while pulling out his dice bag and beginning to roll.
Mike turned to Eleven, who was just sitting and watching them all. “I have a character sheet for you too if you want.”
Her brown eyes darted back and forth between the game and Mike and finally she shook her head. “No. But I would like to read more on it.”
“Sure.” He brought out his handbook, which was actually in pretty good condition considering the fact that he used it so often. “I know it all pretty much by heart now.”
She nodded and took the book with another smile and he returned it, letting his hand linger on hers for a moment before turning back to look at his friends.
Max and Lucas, with help from Will were explaining the basics and handing dice to Max for her stat rolls.
This continued for about ten more minutes before everyone decided they were ready to start.
Eleven had taken up an awkward position with her knees up and back against his shoulder, which hampered his ability to move somewhat but she seemed like she was comfortable so he didn’t mind at all.
“You will start your journey in a small fishing village…” Mike began.
The game went on with each of them making their own mistakes and choices as the game progressed. Finally, during a fight with a wolf, Dustin rolled a 20 and the entire room erupted in cheers and high fives as he beheaded the creature with a swing of his axe.
“Take that you bastards!” He roared and rolled again, landing a 10 causing him to miss the next swing and the next wolf to give him a minor wound to the arm.
Eleven spoke for the first time since they started as her attention was split between the book and the game. Mike noted that she was on the chapter about races, “Is a 20 good?”
“It’s awesome. We play it just a little different but a 20 means that you do the best that you possibly can. Most of the time it’s an instant kill, sometimes we make them roll again for the crit but usually on the low level stuff it’s just one roll.” Mike explained and she nodded.
The continued playing and Will rolled a 20 to heal, healed a severely wounded Dustin to full health which spilled over to heal Max and Lucas to nearly full health as well.
They continued to play and nearly every roll ended up a 20, they were getting it so often that Will started to think something fishy was going on. He had a bit of an inner radar on strange things since his possession and kidnapping into another dimension. Finally though he noticed that Eleven was very focused on the die and slammed the table with a fist. “Ha!”
The rest of the group jumped in their seats and he pointed at Eleven with playful accusation. “You’ve been messing with the dice, haven’t you?”
“What the hell, Will? You can just point your finger at her. She hasn’t done anything.”
“There’s been an awful lot of 20s, Mike.” Dustin remarked.
Eleven looked much like a deer in the headlights, “I….I…”
“It’s okay Eleven.” Will soothed, smiling at her expression to help ease her sudden fear.
“I did. I made it to be a 20 each time because it made you happy. Was that a bad thing?” She sounded confused in the way that she was when they first found her and started teaching her about things and words she had missed out on growing up in the lab.
“No. But the reason 20s are so awesome is because they don’t happen that often. It makes them special and if they happen all the time then it’s less fun.” Mike told her gently and she turned to face them with the book in her hand.
“But isn’t it easier?”
“Yeah. But sometimes it is way more fun to do it the harder way. It makes us use our characters more and learn how to do things differently. We learn from the low rolls.” Lucas chimed in.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” She put the book down and Mike lifted his arm to bring her in for a short hug to comfort her.
“Don’t apologize. It’s still fun.” Will shrugged. “But…since you’ve broken the law of the game we are forced to intervene.” The smaller boy leapt up and grabbed a pillow, launching it at the two. Eleven managed to catch it with her powers before the other boys jumped in and started throwing pillows at each other.
The D&D game devolved quickly into a shouting match peppered by feathers and laughter and by the time Hopper came by to get her she was exhausted and so much happier than she had been since the Snowball.
Mike walked her up the stairs and to the door. “I’m sorry about the game, Mike.”
“Don’t be. It was just a fake game anyway, to help Max and you.” He shrugged and fidgeted anxiously.
“Mike?”
“Yeah?”
“I liked it. Can I play with you guys again?”
“Yeah! Keep the book too and read up. Just don’t fix the dice again.” He joked, “And you can maybe even come over for movie night and stuff too. And when you go to school we can share some classes but I don’t know if Hopper will be able to put you in. I could ask him about coming over to catch you up in school.” He was rambling he knew, but before losing his nerve, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, then another peck to her lips and she blushed before giving him a smile and opening the door. Hopper was starting to let off a series of irritated honks from his jeep. She turned away from him with an irritated huff and walked to his jeep and after settling into the seat she waved and smiled at him. And he was still watching her as the disappeared down the street.
He couldn’t wait to see her again.
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I wanted to write something lighter, sometimes I don’t get the group dynamic down just right but I think it would definitely be something that she would do to make them all happy.
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You’re Not Alone
On Archive this is chapter 3, but for now on here it is chapter 2. I have this thought of bring in more darkness into my writing. I have never really been a writer for horror and mystery, but I feel like right this fiction is helping me develop my writing. I’m having so much fun with the characters and I hope it isn’t to terrible.
Hawkins 1983
He couldn’t breathe; blood was oozing out of his side causing a warm puddle to form all around him. In the far distance of the school he could hear the kids screaming; the monster screeching at the top of its lungs. He had been so close to getting her back, to creating the ultimate weapon, but it wasn’t enough.
“Down here,” he heard someone yell over the chaos. Brenner opened his eyes, lights from the ceiling flickered on and off. He could hear the hard footsteps of men running down the hall way. He looked at either side of him to see all the dead and half eaten bodies.
The screeching became more intense, the lights grew brighter; hurting his eyes and making the room white. The footsteps stopped in their place, everything stopped. Brenner lifted his hands to his ears, the sound making him want to cry out.
“He’s alive,” a man kneeled on his right side, putting pressure to the wound by his liver. He let out a gasp, never understanding what pain really was until this moment. “We need to move before that thing comes back.” Brenner looked around him; three men clouded his vision as they started to lift him from the floor.
“El!” he heard a boy scream from down the hall. “El where are you?” His screams were becoming faint. “Eleven!” and then all he saw was darkness.
Hawkins 1984
She sat on Wills bed, watching him breathe. She had been so excited to meet him a year ago. The boys had made him out to be the best friend anyone would want, but once she watched all the bad men crowd Mike’s house just a year ago, she knew meeting him was never going to happen.
His eyes were still rimmed with darkness, and his hair was slightly greasy. He had woken a few hours ago, screaming and crying for Joyce. It reminded her of all the times she would wake up in her old room from dreams. How she knew that even though she woke up from the nightmare, it didn’t mean it was over.
She thought about the dream she had. Her cheek still felt a sting his to pressed her fingers to it. The memory of her Papa made her shiver. She didn’t know what to think, and she didn’t know if she should tell anyone. Friends don’t lie, but was this a lie or a secret; a word she had learned from the T.V.
“I’m sure he’ll wake up soon,” Joyce stood in the door way, watching El as she daydreamed. The sudden noise made her jump looking up at her in surprise. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” she said slowly walking into the room. “Mike should be leaving soon. I thought I would let you know.” El bent her head in appreciation, giving one last look at Will before standing up.
“Will you tell me when he wakes up?” El stood eye level to Joyce, making her realize that within the past year she had been growing. She looked down at the space pajamas she was wearing, and then back at Will. “Thank you for the bath last night,” she said before leaving the room.
“I don’t know what I’m going to tell my mom,” she heard Max’s voice from the hall. “She is going to kill me; I won’t be seeing daylight until I’m eighty.” El crept around the corning, looking into the front room not wanting to disturb them.
“Maybe you should tell them about Billy,” Lucas said. “They can’t be too mad at you if you say you ran from him.”
“No,” she said back. “I think him and I have an understanding now.”
“Well, I get to go home to my mom.” Dustin said. “She sure as hell didn’t fine Mews, so now I need to console her while she morns.” El wondered what a mews was, and why it meant so much to Dustin’s mother. She stayed where she stood, looking at the group of friends, all lazily sitting around the room. Mike half laid on the couch, his dangling from the middle, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest.
“El,” she jumped slightly, Dustin stood from his spot on the floor. He walked over, giving her a hug. “I think it’s totally badass that you risked your life, again. What was it like? What did it look like? Did Hopper go all badass superhero on the demi-dogs?” El slowly crept into the room, suddenly feeling slightly uncomfortable.
“Umm,” she said quietly.
“You don’t have to answer those questions,” Max said from her place on the wall. “I’m sure it was different to you than how these guys picture it.” El slightly smiled at her, feeling a little embarrassed for the way she had treated her before.
“You’re like a Jedi knight,” Dustin began to talk again. “I never thought one of my best friends would be a Jedi. No one would believe me if I told them.”
“Shut up Dustin,” Lucas said. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk about it.” Dustin took a seat next Lucas on the floor, their backs leaning on the couch, Mikes leg sat in-between them. Dustin threw a punch at Lucas’s arm, Lucas sent one back.
“Can you not,” Mike said quietly. He kept his eye closed; arms over his chest. “Some of us are trying to sleep.” El took a seat in front of them, Max scooting from her place on the wall the sit next to her.
“What was it like traveling to Chicago?” max asked her. She looked sideways at the girl, and then down at her hands.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I wasn’t scared, but I also felt,” what did she feel? “Like I was missing something.”
“Maybe you were just homesick,” Max said back. El lifted her head to look at her.
“Homesick?”
“Yeah, like a feeling you get, you know?” Max search around the room for words. “When you just really miss your home, it makes you feeling like your missing something.”
“Yeah,” El said nodding her head. “I have been homesick.”
“Me too,” max said back. “I moved far from home recently. I’ve been very homesick.” El looked back down at her hands, slightly feeling guilty for the way she had been treating her. “But, I’ve made some friends, and got to fight some other dimension beings, so I guess I’m not as homesick as I was before.” Max smiled at her, she gave a smile back.
“Okay guys,” Hopper stomped into the room. “It’s time for everyone to get on their bike, or however you got here in the first place, and head home.” Mike stretched and opened his eyes.
“Can I have like ten more minutes?” He asked.
“Nope,” Hopper said. “Everyone up.” They all stood from their spot, mike sitting up and putting his head d in his hands. “You and me,” he pointed to El. “We are heading back; we have a lot of work to get done if we want to sleep tonight.” El gave a slight groan, the moment she had been dreading was coming.
“Can’t we wait until Will wakes up?” She asked.
“Maybe we can see him another time,” Hop said. “I don’t know when, but once I find out what’s going on, maybe we can work something out.”
“What about me?” Mike said standing from the couch.
“What about you?” Hopper said back.
“When can I come and see her? Will you let me know if anything is happening? Will there be a time that we can all get together at the cabin?”
“Wow kid,” Hop said putting his hands up in defense. El looked over to Mike, his eyes matched her sad ones, and he looked back.
“We’ll wait outside,” Max said grabbing the boys by their shirts and dragging them out. She closed the front door with a slam, their shoes scrapping on front porch as they walked down the steps.
“I don’t know,” Hop said slowly. “I don’t know anything until I am able to figure out who knows that El is not only alive, but here.” A silence fell between all three of them. El thought about the days that were going to follow, how she would take her usual seat on the couch, holding her teddy and watching all the dramas she could find on T.V. She thought about her dictionary, how she was going to learn more words, even though she was going to go days without talking. She thought about Mike, and how he would call her every night for a year, and if he would do the same now that he knew she was listening. “I’ll give you a minute,” Hop said, looking between them before walking into the kitchen.
Mike walked up to her, standing close as he grabbed her shoulders.
“I still can’t believe you’re here,” he said with a slight smile. “I can still tell you about my day, if you’ll be listening. Maybe this time you can let me know that you’re there.” El threw her arms around him in a hug letting her eyes fill with tears.
“You promise,” she said into his neck.
“I promise,” he said back. He pulled her back to look her in the eyes. “Maybe you can go to the snowball this year. We can dance, and have punch.”
“Punch?”
“It’s a drink,” Mike said with a wet smile. “And we can all hang out and be normal for once.”
“Normal.” Mike pulled her into another hug before breaking her away from him. They stared into one another eyes; Mike was trying to hold back tears. El leaned forward slowly moving towards his lips.
“Okay,” Hop said walking back into the room. “Minutes over.” Mike gave a frustrating sigh, letting his hands fall into hers.
“Every night, I’ll be there, I promise.” He looked up a Hop before removing his hands from hers and walking out of the door. She let out a little growl of frustrations as she cried, watching them leave down the drive way from the window.
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Stranger Things ‘Chapter Nine: The Gate’
Well, we’ve come to the end of an awesome season! Seriously, this episode had me either on the edge of my seat in fear, crying because of how emotional it was, or not being able to wipe the smile off my face.
Eleven is back! She has an emotional reunion with Mike. He tells her he called her everyday and she says she knew. She heard. Awww!! But then Mike finds out that Hopper has been hiding her for almost a year, and he lashes out at him. It broke my heart when he broke down in tears. He’s been missing her so much and this whole time Hopper has known where she is. I know that must be really tough for him to comprehend.
El reunites with the rest of the gang, and Joyce, which was so sweet! But she gives the cold shoulder to Max, which I think is a little harsh. She doesn’t even know her.
They all split up. Hopper and Eleven go to the lab, where they need to close the gate. Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy take Will to Hopper’s cabin. And Steve stays with the kids at the Byers.
Will’s journey this episode was intense. I could feel his pain through the screen. His screams gave me chills. That actor is phenomenal. He’s tied to the bed and heaters are put on and fires are set. The room is boiling to try to kill the minster inside of him. But it seems to slowly be killing him and that was tough to watch.
Joyce got so mad and just wanted her son back. And she was remembering Bob, and how this monster inside her son is the reason he died. She turns up the heat to immeasurable temperatures, almost killing Will. Jonathan is really worried, but Nancy gives the final push and places a hot knife on him an the monster leaves him. Fuck!!!! That whole scene was fucking intense and made me squirm and cry, but Will is back! He’s himself again. After all that kid has been through, it’s really great for him to finally be back.
Steve has taken over the role of babysitter of the kids. He promised to keep them safe, and that’s what he’s going to do. He doesn’t want to indulge in their crazy plan to lure the monsters away from the lab to give Eleven time to close the gate.
Billy goes to the Wheeler’s house in search of Max. This scene was hilarious! He full on flirts with Mike’s mother, who just took a bath. I was both cringey and ridiculous but i loved it. Well, he finds out Max isn’t there, so he goes onto the Byers house next.
Billy turns up at the Byers and starts a huge fight. But Steve protects the kids, like he promised he would. Although it doesn’t go very well for him. The fight was brutal, and Steve was getting his ass beaten. But he didn’t give up. The kids are cheering on, and Max has the brilliant idea of jabbing a sedative into her step brother. He’s down and Steve is barely conscious. Max tells Billy to never mess with her or her friends again, and almost hits him with the nail laden bat. Good on Max! She finally stood up to her brother.
Steve is completely out of it, so the kids take things into their own hands and head to the tunnel. Max drives, even though she’s 13 and doesn’t know how to drive. She somehow manages to get them there safely. Steve freaks out when she sees this kid driving a car! It was hilarious when he woke up he thought that Mike was Nancy!
They go into the tunnels, Steve taking the lead. He does eventing he can to protect the kids. They spread gasoline and then set it on fire, causing an explosion. The demodogs go away, except for one. Dart.
It turns out that Dustin did have a special connection to Dart, and he does remember him. This scene warmed my heart. This monster from another dimension actually did care for its caretaker. He feeds him some nougat and they safely pass by him.
Steve helps the kids up out of the tunnels, but then a horde of demodogs come running at him and Dustin. But, luckily they run right on past, because Eleven has been working on closing the gate and they’re all in a rush to get there.
Eleven and Hopper made up on their way to the lab. El tells him that she found her mother. She doesn’t say anymore, except for the fact that she looks ‘bitchin’ with her new makeover. Her new favourite word. Oh I love their relationship! Hopper tells Eleven that he had a daughter, but now she’s gone. He locked El up because he didn’t want to go through the pain of losing Sarah all over again. Such a beautiful moment between the two of them.
Eleven bravely enters the lab, considering it’s where she went through years of torture. They head down the pit to the gate. Hopper keeps watch as Eleven uses all the power she has, channeling all of her anger the way Kali taught her to, into closing the gate. This scene was incredibly powerful. The red lighting, and El working as hard as she can to close the gate. I was holding my breath the whole time and got goosebumps when the gate finally closed.
Eleven collapses into Hoper arms, blood coming out of both nostrils because of how much power that took out of her. She is completely exhausted, but she’s alive. She’s alive and she closed the gate.
It’s all over, and things start to conclude. Murray’s watered down story has made the news. We finally get real justice for Barb. It’s reported that she was killed by toxic chemicals that leaked from the Hawkin’s Lab. It’s not quite the truth, the truth is a lot messier, but it’s something. She’s finally been given a farewell.
Hawkin's Lab is shut down, which is a huge victory! They’ve gotten away with way too much stuff, and this is just so damn satisfying. For El and for everyone else who was put though hell because of it.
Dr Owens gives Hopper a birth certificate for Eleven. It says that he is the father and Eleven’s name is ‘Jane Hopper’. She now officially has parents, and Hopper is her legal guardian! That makes my heart so happy!
The Snowball Dance! Dustin got some Farah Fawcett hairspray, and Steve gave him some advice. He dropped him off as if he’s his own child, which was so adorable. I did feel bad for Steve when he sees Nancy, and then sadly drives off.
Dustin is declined by all the girls, but he gets to dance with Nancy, who he’s had a crush on for years. That was so sweet and nice of her. Will got to dance with someone, and Lucas and Max danced together, and Max even gave him a quick kiss.
And finally, Mike and Eleven have a dance. They both don’t really know how to dance, but it’s so sweet. They share a kiss too. That whole final scene made my heart smile. The music, the atmosphere, it was the perfect ending for these kids.
Everything is peaceful and back to normal… or is it? Everything turns Upside Down and the shadow monster is lurking over the Upside Down version of the school.
What a fantastic ending to this phenomenal season! This episode was damn near perfect. The conflict of the season was resolved, and everything ended on such a positive and beautiful note.
My favourite parts about the season were Eleven and Hopper’s relationship and Steve’s transformation from douche to dad of these four kids. I didn’t really like Steve in S1. I mean he got redeemed a little towards the end, but this season just completely changed my view of him. He’s my new favourite character.
Hopper and Eleven’s relationship is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They act like a real father and daughter. They fight, and Hopper does eventing he thinks is best for her, even though she doesn’t see it that way. And he admitted that he was a little harsh and in the wrong sometimes. I just love the dynamic of those two.
The kids were fantastic as ever. I loved the whole Dart storyline. Max was a great new character for the show, and I hope next season she really becomes in with their group.
Bob Newby, superhero. We all knew he wan’t going to last when he was intercede, but that didn’t make his death hurt any less. He deserved so much better.
Will was incredible this season. He was barely in S1 so it was great to get see more of his character, and the ramifications of what he went through last season. He was full on possessed for quite a big chunk of the season, and Noah Shnapp was absolutely phenomenal playing the role. He completely blew me away.
Mike and Eleven’s reunion was so beautiful and touching. I’ve grown attached to these characters and seeing them reunite really pulled at the heart strings.
I’ve wanted Nancy and Jonathan to be together since the start of the show, and I think they got together at the right time. As much as I feel bad for Steve, I’m sure he’s want Nancy to be happy, and she obviously wasn’t with him.
The only thing that brought the season down was ‘The Lost Sister’ episode. It just took me out of a world and stalled the momentum of the season. I appreciate the back story and extension of the world, but it just felt completely out of place.
Overall, a fantastic season full of so many great moments. I look forward to seeing what Season 3 has to offer!
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