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dee-writes-smut · 2 years ago

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MY ENDLESS LOVE

FEATURING boyfriend!Steve Harrington x f!Mayfeild/Hargrove reader

CONTENT WARNING near death experience, sad stuff, angst, mentions of PTSD, crying steve

SUMMARY Vecna's curse enlightens you to the endless love you have for your boyfriend

AUTHORS NOTE this is shit. Like actual shit, but its kinda cute?

“Oh god!” I could hear Dustin's voice, distant but frantic, as he panted and screamed my name. His hands gripped my shoulders, shaking me desperately, trying to pull me back from the brink. But it was too late. Time had slipped through our fingers like sand. The enemy was going to win, and I was going to die.

I didn't want to die. Not now, not like this. I wanted to live—to see the future I had always imagined with him. I wanted to wake up every morning to his smile, to build a life together. I dreamed of us having a house filled with the laughter of our children, chaotic and joyful. I envisioned family vacations in a van bursting at the seams, every inch of space filled with love and noise. I saw myself in the throes of motherly frustration, tearing my hair out over spilled milk and sibling squabbles, but loving every moment of it.

More than anything, I wanted more time. More time to share lazy Sunday mornings wrapped in his arms. More time to explore the world together, discovering new places and creating memories. More time to argue over trivial things, only to make up and fall in love all over again. I wanted more time to love him, fully and completely. And I wanted more time for him to love me, to see us grow old together, weathering life's storms hand in hand.

But those weren't the cards I was dealt. Fate had other plans, and now, lying here with the weight of impending doom pressing down on me, I realized I needed to take you back to where it all began. You need to understand the journey that brought me to this moment. The choices, the sacrifices, the battles fought and lost. Let me take you back to the start, so you can truly grasp how I ended up here, on the edge of losing everything I held dear.

MARCH 17, 1986

“Babe!” I call from the kitchen, the pounding in my head so intense I can barely think. There's a rush of thumping footsteps from the floor above, and then, suddenly, my gorgeous boyfriend is standing in the doorway.

“Yeah?” Steve asks softly as he steps into the kitchen, walking toward me until he’s close enough to wrap me in his calming embrace.

“Do you have any Tylenol?” I sigh, allowing myself to melt into his embrace. His touch eases some of the tension in my throbbing skull, but the ache remains intense, bringing tears to my eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll get it. Are you okay?” Steve sounds worried as he runs his fingers gently through my hair.

“Just a headache, no big deal.” I smile and pull away from his arms. Steve's face scrunches in uncertainty, confused by my sudden distance. I quickly grab the two small pills from his outstretched hand and toss them back, dry-swallowing them. “I’ve got work in ten, so I’m outta here. I’ll see you later tonight.” I lie, pressing a quick peck on his lips before leaving the house.

As I start the car, I let out a long sigh. I hate lying to Steve, but ever since Billy, I can't help but blame myself. If I hadn’t been such a coward, my twin brother would still be here. Instead of rushing to his aid, I grabbed Max and watched as that thing took him away from us. The guilt gnaws at me, an ever-present shadow.

I drive through Hawkins, the small town seemingly unchanged despite the chaos that has unraveled my life. The familiar streets and quaint houses pass by in a blur as memories flood my mind—Billy and I racing our bikes, sneaking out late at night, sharing secrets and dreams. Now, all those memories are tainted by the haunting image of his final moments.

Pulling up to my trailer, I stagger into the tiny home, only to be jolted from my reverie by the blaring ringtone of the landline. I groan, rubbing my temples in a futile attempt to soothe the ache, and answer the phone.

“Hello ma’am, this is the Hawkins High School counselor calling.” A woman's voice informs me, and I inwardly sigh. Max.

“Hi,” I respond flatly, my head throbbing as I yearn to get to the woods and meet my dealer.

“Is this Ms. Mayfield-Hargrove? I have you listed as Max Mayfield’s primary caregiver.” Ah, yes. After Billy's death, my birth father (Max’s stepdad) left Hawkins, leaving Max’s mom to care for her. When Susan spiraled into alcoholism, unable to cope with her stepson's death, I took Max in, went to court, and gained custody. She moved in with me and Steve. Max completely shut down after Billy's death, and communication with her became impossible until the school called, asking for permission to check in on her weekly after her "tragic loss." Allowing them to talk to her seemed like the best way to keep an eye on her without invading her space. So, I agreed. Now, I get monthly check-ins from the school, providing a small measure of comfort despite her distance from me. At least she’s communicating with someone.

“Yes, this is she. Who are you?” I ask, noting that this woman doesn’t sound like the usual bored office ladies.

“Oh! My name is Ms. Kelly. I've been counseling Max.” Oh god, the counselor herself is reaching out to me. This can't be good.

“What’s up? Is Max okay?”

“Well, that’s the issue. When I called her into my office yesterday, I managed to drag some information out of her. Apparently, she has been experiencing headaches and nosebleeds. I think her trauma is starting to physically affect her, which is quite worrisome.” Funny, I’ve been experiencing the same symptoms. I wonder if Max has been having nightmares too.

“Alright, what can I do to help?” I ask, though I wonder if there’s anything I can truly do. Maybe she’s blaming herself for Billy’s death like I am. But it wasn’t her fault—there was no way she could have freed herself from the iron grip I had on her. As Ms. Kelly drones on with suggestions, my mind begins to wander into a dark place where Billy’s voice whispers in my ear.

“What’s wrong? Feeling guilty for having a part in my murder? Well,” Billy tsks, his voice as sharp and cold as I remember it. “We can’t have that now, can we? Own it. You didn’t try to save me. Not even after I called for you. No, you just sat there and held our stepsister. You are a sick, sick woman, sis.” He spits his nickname for me, sending chills cascading down my spine.

“No!” I scream, suddenly finding myself in the woods instead of the kitchen. How the hell did I get here? I take a seat on the picnic table where I usually wait for Eddie to show up, holding my head in my hands.

The familiar sounds of the forest surround me, birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. The cool air helps to clear my head a bit, but the sense of unease remains. Eddie is late, which isn’t unusual, but today it grates on my nerves more than usual. I need my fix to numb the pain and drown out Billy's voice.

As I sit there, waiting, my thoughts drift back to Max. She’s been through so much, and I feel like I’ve failed her too. After Billy's death, she shut down completely, her once vibrant spirit now cloaked in a heavy shroud of grief. I try to be there for her, but she’s closed off, retreating into herself. The school counselor's calls are my only lifeline to understanding what she’s going through.

The sun begins to set, casting long shadows through the trees. I pull my jacket tighter around myself, shivering more from the memories than the cold. I remember the last time I saw Billy alive, the terror in his eyes, and the helplessness I felt. It’s a memory that haunts me day and night, a constant reminder of my failure.

Finally, I hear the sound of a motorcycle approaching. Eddie pulls up, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a concerned frown when he sees me.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, dismounting and walking over to me.

“Yeah, just a rough day,” I reply, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Eddie hands me a small bag, and I quickly tuck it into my pocket. “If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me,” he says, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

“Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate it.” I manage a small smile, though it doesn’t reach my eyes.

As he rides away, I sit there for a while longer, trying to gather the strength to face the rest of the day. I think about Steve and how worried he must be, how much I hate lying to him. I think about Max and how desperately I want to help her, even if I don’t know how.

Eventually, I stand up, brushing the dirt off my jeans. I start walking back to my car, each step feeling heavier than the last. The night is falling, and the woods are growing darker, but the real darkness is inside me, a gnawing emptiness that I can’t seem to fill.

As I drive back home, the radio plays softly in the background, but I barely hear it. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Billy, Max, and Steve. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to move past this guilt, if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself.

When I finally pull into the driveway, I sit in the car for a few moments, taking deep breaths to steady myself. I need to put on a brave face for Steve, to pretend that everything is okay even when it’s not. I walk into the house, greeted by the warm light and the comforting smell of dinner cooking.

Steve looks up from the stove, his expression lighting up when he sees me. “Hey, you’re back! How was work?”

“It was fine,” I lie, forcing a smile. “What’s for dinner?”

MARCH 21, 1986

The revelation hit me like a brick last night: Eddie Munson, my oddball dealer with a heart of gold, tangled up in murder rumors. It seems absurd, the kind of gossip that churns through Hawkins with the regularity of a bad sitcom rerun. But there it was, whispered in hushed tones at the edge of the night, coloring every interaction with a shade of doubt.

Now, as I navigate through my day, there's a tight coil of anxiety buried deep in my chest. Not just about Eddie—whose eccentric charm and relentless heavy metal advocacy hardly paint the picture of a killer—but about my secret dealings with him. I'm wrapped up in this now, whether I like it or not.

Inside the car, the atmosphere is a mixture of teenage angst and my own growing irritation. Dustin, ever the energetic spirit, manages to kick the back of my seat one too many times, snapping the thin thread of my patience.

“Henderson! I swear to God if you kick my seat one more time I’m throwing you on the side of the road and you can walk to Family Video!” The words fly out sharper than intended, mirroring the pounding in my skull.

“Sorry! Geez, someone has a stick up their butt today,” he mutters, a touch defensively, earning a light smack on the back of his head. I’m not usually this snappy, but with Eddie missing and my stash dwindling, my usual buffers against stress are paper-thin.

We arrive at Family Video, and I park the car with a bit more force than necessary. Dustin’s voice breaks through my fog of discomfort.

“Hey, are you alright?” He's looking at me with those wide, innocent eyes full of concern. It’s enough to soften the edges of my mood, at least momentarily.

“Of course, dork. Let’s go see your boyfriend,” I tease, masking my turmoil with a forced chuckle as we head into the store.

“He’s not mine, that is all your business over there,” Dustin shoots back with a grin, lightening the mood as we walk through the door.

Steve, behind the counter and as oblivious as ever to the undercurrents of tension, greets us with a smile. Our banter flies over his head, leaving him puzzled but amused. "Huh?"

“Oh no! I don’t claim him, that is all you Henderson,” I laugh, trying to immerse myself in the normalcy of our jests. But then, the familiar warmth trickles down my nostril, pulling me back to a harsher reality.

“Babe, your nose is bleeding!” Steve’s concern is immediate as he rushes over, his hands reaching out to steady me.

I wave him off, more embarrassed than reassured, and head to the bathroom. Inside, I press a wad of tissue against my nose, staring at my reflection with a mix of frustration and fear. The stress of keeping my dealings with Eddie a secret, compounded by the physical symptoms that seem to mirror Max’s own troubling signs, is becoming too much.

The cool, flickering fluorescent light in the bathroom casts stark shadows across my face, deepening the hollows under my eyes and highlighting the fatigue that no amount of makeup can cover. As the bleeding slowly stops, I lean against the sink, taking deep, steadying breaths.

I can’t tell Steve about Eddie—not just because of the drugs, but because dragging him into this mess could put him at risk too. Hawkins, for all its sleepy town charm, has a darkness that clings stubbornly to the edges of everyday life, and I can't shake the feeling that this is all spiraling towards something bad.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I plaster on a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. Steve is there, his expression a mix of concern and love, ready to envelop me in his arms.

“Let’s get what we came for and head home,” I suggest, trying to sound more upbeat than I feel.

As we browse the aisles, Dustin chattering away about the latest horror flick he wants to rent, I can't help but feel the weight of all the secrets I'm carrying. Every laugh, every light moment feels overshadowed by the nagging thought of Eddie, the rumors, and the very real problems lurking just beneath the surface of our little town.

The day drags on, each moment tinged with the dull ache of my headache and the sharper sting of guilt. As much as I want to confide in Steve, to share the burden, I know I have to keep these shadows to myself, at least for now.

MARCH 23, 1986

The air in the small office room felt heavy with anticipation as Max beckoned me inside. I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach, but I followed her lead, my senses on high alert.

“What's up? Did you find something?” My voice was strained with worry as I approached her, scanning the room for any signs of danger.

“Look.” Max's tone was grave as she motioned toward the files spread out on the desk before her. Each one told a chilling story: Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, and Maxine Mayfield—three students with eerily similar symptoms: post-traumatic stress, headaches, nosebleeds, nightmares. A shiver ran down my spine as the pieces began to fall into place.

“Chrissy and Fred were both killed by Vecna. I think these are the warning signs that he is targeting them,” Max explained, her voice low with concern.

“Max,” I said, my voice trembling despite my efforts to remain composed, “I want you to bring Dustin in here. Do not let Steve come with you. I mean it.” The urgency in my tone was palpable, fueled by the fear of what might happen if Steve were to find out.

Max hesitated, sensing the gravity of the situation, but she nodded and left the room. Moments later, she returned with Dustin in tow, a look of urgency etched on her face.

“Okay, we don’t have long because Steve is kinda freaking out,” she said, pulling Dustin into the room with her.

“I am going to tell you two something, and you aren’t going to breathe a word of it to Steve. Do you understand?” I met their eyes, my own filled with a mixture of fear and determination.

Two solemn nods were all the confirmation I needed before I confessed, “I have Vecna’s curse.”

The room fell silent, the weight of my revelation hanging in the air like a thick fog.

“You have what?!” Steve's voice echoed from the entryway, shock and disbelief evident in his tone.

“Oh shit,” Max whispered, her complexion draining of color.

“I’m sorry, but he wouldn’t let me go without following behind,” Dustin winced, bracing himself for my reaction.

“I can’t fucking believe you right now!” I exclaimed, my frustration and fear bubbling to the surface as I turned my glare from Dustin to Steve. “There is a reason I didn’t want you to know, Steve! You can’t just bully a child into letting you eavesdrop! Where is your trust in me? In our relationship?!”

“That is not what this is about and you fucking know that! You were just going to let yourself be killed and not say anything?” Steve's voice cracked with emotion, his eyes glistening not with anger but with hurt.

“I didn’t want our last days spent under this dark cloud,” I sighed, the fight draining from me.

“Well, you aren’t going to die. Neither of you are because we are going to figure out a way to save you,” Steve declared, his voice filled with fierce determination.

��Steve,” I managed through my tears, the reality of my situation washing over me in waves, “you can’t fix this.”

“Yes! Yes, I can,” he insisted, stepping close to wipe away my tears with the gentlest touch, his voice firm yet breaking. “You can’t die. I won’t let you.”

In that moment, surrounded by the stark walls of the school office and bathed in the harsh fluorescent light, the intensity of our predicament settled in. His promise, so full of resolve, felt both comforting and heartbreakingly futile.

MARCH 24, 1986

"What are they doing?" Dustin's voice cuts through the tense atmosphere, his gaze bouncing between Max and me, then back to Steve and Lucas. Their eyes are fixed on us with a mix of concern and anticipation, as if they're waiting for something monumental to happen.

Max finishes sealing the last envelope, her hands trembling slightly, a testament to the gravity of our situation. "You done?" she asks me, her voice steady despite the underlying tension.

"Yeah," I reply softly, adding my final letter to the stack. "Good idea, by the way," I offer, trying to break the heavy silence. But Max remains silent, her eyes distant as she hands out the envelopes to the boys. I follow her lead, passing one to Dustin and another to Lucas. Steve watches, confusion evident on his face, realizing there's no letter for him.

Before anyone can react, Max intervenes, stopping the boys from opening the envelopes. "Don't!" she insists firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

"They're for after… you know," I explain, attempting to ease the tension, though I'm not sure if it's for their benefit or ours.

"You're not dying," Steve declares with fierce conviction, his eyes locking onto mine. "Nancy and Robin are going to find something, a solution. You both are going to be fine."

"We know. It's just a failsafe," Max reassures him, though her voice betrays her uncertainty. I share her doubt; the letters are more a precaution than a solution.

Max interrupts any further protests by announcing, "I need a ride to the cemetery," and without waiting for Steve's response, she grabs her jacket and heads for the door.

Despite Steve's objections and Max's stubbornness, we all end up piling into the car and making our way to the cemetery. Once there, Max and I step out, leaving the boys behind. As we walk towards our destination, I hear Lucas calling out to Max, but I keep moving forward.

"I'll talk to him first," I tell Max, giving her a reassuring smile before parting ways. I slip a letter into her pocket before heading to Billy's grave, my heart heavy with the weight of what's to come.

Settling down in front of Billy's headstone, I take a deep breath and open the letter, my hand trembling as I begin to read aloud.

"Dear Billy, I was a coward, and you died because of it. It's my fault, and I should have tried harder. I think it was because I was scared, or maybe I thought you deserved it. Some sick sort of karma after all the abuse I had to endure after mom died. I’m sorry. You deserved better, and I should have tried harder. Now, I am getting the karma I deserve. Basically, what I’m trying to say is see you soon, little brother. I love you."

Tears blur my vision as I pour out my heart to him, my voice breaking with each word. Then, just as I finish, everything goes dark—a chilling prelude to Vecna's twisted vision.

In the darkness, I hear Billy's voice, taunting and accusing. His words cut through me like knives, reopening wounds I thought had healed.

"You're sorry, huh?" His laughter echoes in the void, haunting and cruel. "I don't think you are. You know what I think? I think you're grateful, glad that I'm dead."

"No!" I cry out, my voice raw with emotion as I try to defend myself, but he's relentless.

"You enjoyed it, didn’t you? You are one sick bitch," he sneers, his words laced with venom. I'm paralyzed, unable to escape the torment of his accusations.

"I loved you!" I plead, desperate to make him understand, but he refuses to listen.

"No, you didn’t! You never did!" His voice echoes in the darkness, a constant reminder of my failures.

And then, just as I think it can't get any worse, I witness the horror unfold before me once again—the fleshy tentacle piercing Billy, the grotesque manifestation of Vecna's power.

"Y/N, it’s time," Vecna's voice cuts through the darkness, his presence looming over me like a suffocating shadow. I'm trapped, helpless to resist as he reaches out with his twisted, clawed hand.

"Oh god!" Dustin's voice sounds distant, barely audible amidst the chaos of my mind. I want to reach out to him, to cry out for help, but it's too late. Vecna is closing in, and I'm powerless to stop him.

"Baby! Please, no! Come back to me, I can’t!" Steve's desperate cries pierce through the darkness, pulling at something deep within me. It's the sound of his voice, filled with love and desperation, that gives me the strength to fight back.

"My love," Steve whispers through tears, his voice trembling with emotion as he begins to sing "Endless Love," our song, our promise.

"My first love," Max joins in, her voice tinged with sorrow and regret. Then, one by one, Lucas and Dustin add their voices to the chorus, their song wrapping around me like a lifeline.

With every note, every word, I feel a flicker of hope ignite within me—a spark of defiance against Vecna's darkness. And as their voices fill the air, I find the strength to break free from his grip, to run towards the light, towards Steve.

As I reach him, battered and broken but alive, I collapse into his arms, his embrace a sanctuary amidst the chaos. "I love you," I whisper, clinging to him as if my life depends on it.

"Don’t ever fucking do that to me again. I can’t lose you, baby," Steve sobs, his voice breaking with the weight of his emotions.

"I won’t, I promise," I vow, my heart overflowing with love for him, for us.

"I love you," he murmurs, holding me close.

"And I you, my endless love."

#steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dustin #billy harringrove #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #dustin stranger things #stranger things #season four #vecna #angst #steve harrington imagine #Spotify

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stevie-petey · 4 months ago

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OH MY GOD THE BATHROOM SCENE THAT WAS PURE PERFECTION!!! I loved how Steve and bug teased Robin about Tammy. Steve being helpless and needing bug for everything, and bug just having to be their babysitter. She's the babysitter's babysitter. More like a nanny cause it's 24/7 for this poor girl. Bug having to scold Robin and Steve, and trying to get them to behave was so real. I just know that girl has a headache. Johnathan and bug running to each other 😭❤️. God I love them so much. They were so worried about one another. ( I saw a photo of robins shoes on Tiktok, it had titties drawn on and it showed how Jonathan immediately clocked her) Dustin being such a loudmouth and telling everyone that Steve and bug kissed. I loved the reactions too, Mike being absolutely disgusted, Lucas cheering, Jonathan choking😭. That must be so weird for all of them to finally see bug moving on in a sense. Dustin is gonna be so sick of stug I can't wait.

Dustin ranting to the party: " I go to bed, he's not there, I wake up and he's in my kitchen!!! He's ruining the sanctity of my home!"

Mike: " That's just sick."

I wanna know how the betting ring turned out, who won? Did anyone? Or did Steve wait too long? Did someone bet it would take a near death experience? If so I bet it was Jonathan.

Nancy feeling guilty about their fight and not knowing how to approach bug. Did she talk to Jonathan about it? Or did she keep it to herself? I'm sure in the elevator at the hospital Jonathan would've explained himself. Which would probably add to Nancy's guilt.

I can't wait to see bug take care of el. You know if El was having trouble bug would be right there to help her and comfort her. Maybe one last scene with bug and hopper😭. But on the bright side MURRAYYY. God he's gonna get sidetracked with all the teenage drama. Like they get their plan ready and he starts talking to the kids trying to gauge the situation.

Once again, I loved the chapter!! Truly the only thing that reduced my stress today thank you🙏🙏🙏

writing bug as the overworked babysitter had me gigglin i cant lie LMAO like she was just. so over it. add the fact that both the idiots are in love with her and boom: poor bug cant catch a break

and dustin WILL eventually get sick of steve mans will become even more dependent on bug once theyre together <33333 and the party will be hearing horrendous stories about it all (as for the betting ring ,,,,, that question will be answered in the next chapter !!)

the reunion between jon n bug i was SO excited for them to be together again :((( its the longest theyve gone without having scenes together i was deprived and sad. season 4 will SUCK for my lil jon n bug heart </3

in my mind i see nancy DID talk to jon about everything in the elevator. after theyve apologized to one another she asked him why he went to bug and not her, and jon would be surprised she even knew about that. hed explain that he needed his best friend, he was scared hed lose nancy and needed advice and that bug always somehow knows how to force the words out of him. that hes not used to communicating yet and that hes working on it for nancy. when she hears this, she understands a bit more and DOES feel even worse. she immediately regretted yelling at bug in the first place, so hearing jon explain that it truly wasnt anything more than “im sad and need my bestie” ,,,, she feels like shit

bug and hopper scene 🤭🤭🤭🤭 good luck guys ! and murray will DEF be a treat lmao

#ask #anon #m speaks #nyas insight #looooove breaking down long asks its my crack #also this ask made me realize i somehow forgot wills reaction ?????????#guys i keep forgetting to add will idk whats happening to me #i love that boy i feel bad

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magicofsimplestories · 1 year ago

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4. There must be another way

Dustin both loved and hated this sad trailer house of his family. On the one hand, they used to be happy in it, with deceased Skip teaching his elder son Dustin the fist guitar chords, and Brandy making flavory apple pies in the tiny kitchen.

On the other hand, the poverty of its facade and the interior made Dustin's heart sink in shame. No one of his friends could know where and in what conditions he lives.

It was almost half past 10 when Dustin left the trailer and took a night train to the shiny San Sequoia. He committed these sneak-outs twice or thrice a week in an attempt to find something worthy that he could trade for money. He saw no other way. With his father gone, he needed to provide for his mother and little brother. All his attempts to get a part-time job failed. This was the only way he was left with.

That evening Dustin decided to look around a coffeeshop not far from the boardwalk. Watching the lights of the Bay Bridge get brighter in the night sky, Dustin sneaked a table candle into his pocket. Why not? It’s not that they have many at home.

“Brown, I left the box at the back door,” Dustin heard a tall man in a coffeeshop hat say on the phone.

Dustin smiled and stood up from his place.

“All right, what do we have here,” he mumbled opening the box. He smiled in satisfaction noticing some cash hidden under a kitchen towel and was about to sneak the money into his pocket, but an unfamiliar male voice made him freeze.

“I believe the owner of the place left the box not for you. But let’s pretend I saw nothing.”

Dustin swallowed nervously and straightened. His eyes widened in astonishment when he realised who caught him in the act.

“Oh my freaking God!” He whispered in awe. “Niel Dwyer! The band leader of The Outlanders!”

The man only smiled.

"The Outlanders" has been one of the most famous rock bands in Pleasantview, and Dustin was obviously a huge fan. The box and the money were forgotten in a blink of an eye, and Dustin stepped into the light to ask for an autograph.

Niel smiled again and nodded.

“I’m a huge fan, Mr. Dwyer,” jabbered Dustin while Niel was signing a piece of paper that Dustin had found in his pockets.

“It’s just Niel,” corrected the idol with another short but friendly smile.

“I play your songs on my guitar quite often,” went on Dustin receiving the paper.

“So you’re also a musician,” responded Niel meaningfully. “Then let me show you something.

They went back to the front porch of the coffeeshop and stopped at the spot for street musicians.

“Okay, son, listen to me,” said Niel calmly. “I don’t know what’s going on but I suspect your life is far from a sweet dream. You know, I have not always been rich and famous. There were times when tips from my street performances were my only income. You’re a good guy, I can see it in your eyes. So pack your guitar and earn your money instead of… borrowing it from a stranger’s box, all right?”

“Yeah,” breathed out Dustin.

Niel turned around.

“What’s your name, son?”

“Dustin.”

“There is always another way, Dustin. I wish you luck,” and Niel stretched out his hand for a handshake.

Dustin shook the hand directly, making Niel smile again at the boy’s inspired agitation.

“Thank you, Niel,” responded Dustin.

“See you around,” were Niel’s last words before he disappeared behind the corner of the coffeeshop.

“There is always another way,” repeated Dustin in his head on his way back to Willow Creek. “There always is.”

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amayzingmayzie · 1 year ago

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Sometimes I think about my Starlight Express song opinions so here they are:

(PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM AMERICAN SO I CAN ONLY WORK WITH SO MUCH)

Rolling Stock makes me feel manly- something about it makes me wanna pump some fucking iron

Call Me Rusty is adorable and is a better introduction to Rusty than Crazy. Call Me Rusty points out his stubbornness and willpower to win, while also showing that the coaches show genuine concern to his condition and don't just go "man this kid is fuckin insane"

If you think I Got Me is "too empowering," You're weird. I understand thinking it's a little odd for setting up Dinah's character, but there's a difference between that and "oh the women are too independent." I think my biggest problem with I Got Me is that there are not coach intros.

I like Lotta Locomotion for what its worth. It's just a cute lil intro song

Whole Lotta Locomotion- wheeeew- it's certainly... a song! It tries so hard to be girlboss-y but fails lyricwise and makes them even more dependent on men- but Im not gonna lie and say I hate it because Jesus it's catchy-

FREIGHT IS GOOD, YALL ARE JUST MEAN- I specifically like the one version from London 1992 where the coaches ARE BRUTAL FOR NO REASON- Also, versions without CB suck ass

AC/DC is at its best when Electra is an over-the-top diva and the components MUST eat it up.

Pumping Iron makes me feel so ungodly feminine (I wonder which part I sing) AND I LOVE IT. I LOVE FEELING FEMININE. I especially love when Greaseball is super snarky and flirtatious.

He'll Whistle At Me puts me to sleep. Make Up My Heart is beautiful. He Whistled At Me is terrible narrative-wise but MAN OH MAN DOES IT MAKE ME FEEL GIRLY

Coda of Freight is REALLY REALLY GOOD????

There's Me is adorbs and I. MISS. IT.

Poppa's Blues is a banger, yall are just haters. Also, hot take, but Poppa should NEVER be white.

Belle may not have much of a purpose in terms of the story, but jeez, her voice is beautiful. I love Belle so much.

I am a Rap enthusiast, so I have to give you my opinions on all of them. Hey You is a classic and it was my first Rap. It sounds so silly and Electra makes me giggle every time. Check It Out is so stupid but WOW IS ELECTRA GAY- I love the beat too. What Time Is It is so extremely CAMPY but I have a soft spot for it- The only version of Own It, Nail it that I have is the 2017 London workshop, and that one was almost a carbon copy of Check It Out. BORING.

UNCOUPLED is always such a sweet song. I HAVE A GRIPE WITH PEOPLE WHO MAKE DINAH SO MF SOUTHERN. Like, I get it, but don't give her a HUGE accent. See Jane Krakowski.

Girls Rolling Stock makes me feel so girlboss.

CB (or Wide Smile) is a mf bop and a masterpiece

Right Place, Right Time makes me jam out hard

The beginning of He Whistled At Me Reprise makes me so sad- DUSTIN QUIT CRYIN BOY!

Dinahs Disco is so slay and Electra is such a prissy princess-

"CB! CB! YOU GOTTA HELP ME IN THE FINAL SEEECTIOOOON"

One Rock N Roll Too Many makes me lowkey sad- but my god is it funny-

Only He is a masterpiece. BUT... NEXT TIME YOU FALL IN LOOOOOOOVE IT BETTER BE WITH ME THE WAY IT USED TO BE BACK THEN WAS WHEN WE TOUCHED THE STARLIIIIGHT-

Next Time You Fall In Love makes no sense to me lyric-wise but the song slaps

"I love it when romance occurs on the railroad"

The Megamix my beloved

So, tell me what you think! Do you agree? Disagree?

#ilovetazstarship #starlight express

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remuslupinbutcooler · 1 year ago

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Robin Buckley Drabble

ft Steve because we love a good ally

themes ; discussion of Billy Hargrove ; his death , not really any romanticism due to me writing it at like 5 am and posting it now , I’ve been off due to family issues so i apologise but i will be back to writing for you all again 💗

The usual fast paced heart rate began as my feet led me into the centre of town, my hearts constant beating causing my breath to become laboured and my vision to become blurred. Everything suddenly felt heavy or almost chaotic. I caught myself in the window of one of the stupid shop, i looked like a mess. Strands of hair covered my face, eyeliner smuged , mascara clinging to my lashes , my shirt felt too big almost as though it was drowning me , my jeans cuffed and covered with various sharpie drawings felt almost too attention grabbing and my sneakers felt too red . I shook my head before deciding to take my mind away from myself and my imperfections . My eyes cast themselves over to the video store were a familiar stranger stood at the counter. My feet practically rushed through the doors and upto the counter.

“Hey there- OMG?!” Steve took a double take before almost jumping into the air . “HOLY SHIT?! YOURE BACK??”

“I guess..” I rolled my eyes before giggling and looking around . My eyes fell onto another familiar face, semi familiar. I hadn’t seen Robin Buckley since High school, since band and cheer practice. She looked almost-

“Hey”

“hey..” I smiled at her before turning my attention back to Steve

“you back for good or?”

“good. I’m back for good.” I nodded. “ I’m all…uh…better” I smiled before glancing at the male before me.

“That’s good. Bet Dustin’s happier now you’re here .”

“really ?”

“yeah… he kinda didn’t shut up about you while you were gone.. I mean you’re his sister ? He missed you.”

“oh… i mean he told me he missed me and that he’s glad i’m back but i didn’t think he meant it.. he’s all over that Munson kid? Is that his name ? Eddie ?” I scanned over dvds next to the counter .

“Yeah..Him..”

“jealous Harrington?”

“N-no..”

“He is.!” Robin laughed before stepping into the little counter box

“you really think Munson is gonna replace my brothers literal dating slash life slash everything coach??” A laugh escaped my mouthy and caused me to throw my head back .

“See ? Even she thinks you’re being stupid “ Robin playfully pushed Steve. Dustin never mentioned this or them dating .

“Look..he worships you .. never shuts up about you “ I roll my eyes before stepping away slightly and scanning for the horror section .

“oh..! Thanks”

Robin giggled at a now embarrassed Steve. I never knew Steve Harrington could get embarrassed, always felt as though he was some kinda emotionless god . I guess this is what adulthood does to some popular kid who’s never faced rejection or even reality.

“ looking for something?” Robin threw herself over the counter, eyes stuck onto mine. I never noticed how pretty they were or how good her hair looked or how it fitted her face perfectly. I shook my head as an answer, far too mesmerised to answer. I turned my attention back to searching for some basic horror movie .

My hand reached for one, its cover was practically red and stared some blonde bimbo on the front ; probably the main and final girl. It was something to watch, i wasn’t gonna pay too much attention to it.

“Just this ?”

“uh huh..”

“So since you’re back…” Steve winked before combing his hands through his hair

“save it Harrington.”

“Thought you’d be over him by now..”

“You thought wrong “ I rolled my eyes. The “him” in question was none other than Billy Hargrove, my fake yet very real boyfriend. No one really knew how Billy and I “started “ our relationship. In all truth we didn’t. It started with me walking in on his dad almost beating him to death and Billy threatening me.

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“You..you fucking tell anyone and your ass is dead. You hear me Henderson ?” Blood poured from his nose, his eyes looked heavy and almost too sad to blink open. Billy Hargrove was a dick , this was his only reason for his behaviour. I felt sorry for him.

“How about this… I won’t say a word to anyone if you say we’re together.”

“ and why would i do that ? just date some loser-“

“Billy…I can’t believe you’re the first person i’m even telling this to but…uh…ilikegirlsandnotguys.” I hung my head in a cloud of shame , too embarrassed to even admit it fully.

“ You ? A fucking perfect little-“

“don’t. I already feel like shit for it.”

“why ?”

“because it’s not exactly a good thing around here ? “

“ i know that but-“

“ look is it a deal or not ? cause if you even utter a word about me liking girls then i’ll fucking tell everyone about you and your dad.”

“like anyone would believe a girl lover .”

“like anyone would believe daddy’s punching bag?”

“fine. Deal. “

“ Thank you. You kinda look bad ass with bruises. You could lie and say you were fighting some guy tryna save me or something.. you’d be a chic magnet in minutes.”

Billy laughed before patting me on the back , “ yeah… about that.. can i cheat on my fake girlfriend?”

I rolled my eyes , “ yes sure .. can i?”

He laughed again, this time harder and more friendlier, “ yeah sure … You’re safe with me .”

“and you’re safe with me.. if you need any help with that… call me. My dad kinda used to hit my mom so i kinda know a thing or two.”

Billy nodded before pushing me out of his window . “ goodnight my beautiful- BAHAHA- sorry… goodnight girlfriend”

I rolled my eyes at a now overly joyous billy pissing himself due to how funny he thought our situation was. “ goodnight boyfriend..ew”

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“ no offence Harrington but you try having someone protect you and be there and then something takes your only sense of safety.” I rolled my eyes before paying.

“sorry…”

“it’s fine.. it’s just uh…hard you know”

“ yeah well… if you ever need a shoulder to-“

“please stop hitting on me. It’s not gonna worrrkkk “

“ i know but… it could.”

“uh huh… bye guys ..”I waved before hopping onto my skateboard, my eyes glue to the ground and surroundings. The Hawkins sun setting over me .

#hawkins #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #robin buckley x you #you x strangerthings

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sebyplay · 2 years ago

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(this is going to be my last post this is for @elumax-supremacy)

Pov: its july 24 2002 and Elumax are married and have a beautiful life, oneday El wants attention to her both lovers but they are busy, they told her she can have the attention after they are done, El is sad and decided to climb in the tree, later Lucas and Max found her and telling her to get down but she dont want to. Will, Dustin and Mike came but little did she know that her little secret will came out.

Max: Ms Mayfeild Sinclair, i demand you to get down from that tree this instant!

El whos sitting on a brach: Fv*k no!

Lucas: sweetheart! pls get down now, you might hurt yourself!

Will who stop by to visit Eleven: What the hell happened here!? why is my sister sitting on the top of a tree!?

Lucas sweating: well- Will, we told El she can have an attention from us later after Me and Max have finish our work.

Max: And now she's refusing to get down in that damn tree!

Mike who just enter: hey guys sorry im late i was busy doing- OH MY GOD EL WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE!?!?!?

Dustin whos next to mike: what is she doing there!?

El: LEAVE ME ALONE!

Mike: GET DOWN THERE EL RIGHT NOW!

Will: oh my god…

Lucas: thats what we've been telling her for hours! she wont get down.

Mike: SHES BEEN THERE FOR AN HOUR!?!? SHE NEEDS TO GET DOWN THERE RIGHT NOW! SOMETHING MIGHT HAPPEN TO HER!

Will who is jelous: why are you suddenly concern?

Dustin: ohhhhh…

Max raising her eyebrow: yeah Mike, why so suddenly concern about her?

Mike Shouting: BECAUSE SHE IS PREGNANT AND IF SHE FALL DOWN SHE MIGHT LOSE HER LIFE AND THE BABY'S LIFE TOO (Mike suddenly cover his mouth)

Everyone went silent and look at El, she look at Mike with an angry face.

El: MIKE I TOLD YOU ITS SECRET!

Mike: im so so sorry el! i didnt mean it!

Lucas and Max look at El direction: your… your pregnant?

El looking down: …yes…

Max and Lucas shock: so that means…

El look at them with tears on her eyes: yes loves…

Will and Dustin: wait… THAT MEANS WERE GONNA BE UNCLES!?

Mike: yes dustin your gonna be an uncle speacially Will.

Will and Dustin look at eachother happy: WERE GONNA BE AN UNCLE!

El laugh but turn to Max and Lucas whos just standing still she got down immediately from the tree carefully to face her lovers, El is nervous but she look at mike and he gave her a thumbs up she smiled and talk to them

El: umh… Max, Lucas…?

Lucas and Max whos still shock: yep.

El: are you guys okay?

Lucas: yes El, were just, shock…

Max: we just have a question.

El: what is it?

Max: El, how long have you been pregnant?

El: About 10 weeks.

Lucas: how did you know your pregnant?

El: 6 weeks ago, i was late for my period and im starting to feel nuxious all the time, i took several test, and all of them came back positive.

Lucas and Max: oh.

El: yep.

Lucas: so… how do you feel?

El: I'm quite okay, what about you two?

Max and Lucas look at her: well… were happy.

El: wait- what really?

Max: hell yeah, Were gonna be a parent.

Lucas: i cant wait to meet them and become a dad.

El smilling: i also cant wait to meet them too.

The three hug eachother and Lucas and Max kissed El cheeks

Max: El,this is the best thing ever happen in my life.

Lucas: i agree.

They continue to hug eachother a minute, Dustin and Will look at them at awww

Will: they look so Fv*king cute!

Dustin: i know right!?

Mike: yeah,they are cute but can they let go now,im kinda hungry.

Dustin and Will look at mike in angry/Killer face: DONT YOU FV*KING RUIN THIS CUTE MOMENT MICHAEL WHEELER.

Mike who almost sh!t his pants: y- y- yeah, i wont bother, i'll just leave. bye!

#stranger things #elumax #elmax #lumax #hopclair #mayhopclair #byler #dustin henderson #Adult au

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your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag · 1 year ago

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Asking 3, 4, 5, 6, and 17 for the stranger things ask game (Thats kind of a lot, sorry)

dont worry nons, i lovre doing these ask games :)

3- favourite scene in the entire series?

well that's hard. there are a. lot.

ok i'll do one as a viewer and one as a crazy insane totally un-normal cinematography nerd. as a viewer: holy fucking fuck fuck max's scene in dear billy. WHAT THE FUCKCKCJFJ. its cliche, i know, but the SONG, the LETTER, the LIGHTING, the DRAMATICS, thE FUCKIGN MEMORIES!?!@?1 MADWHEELER CAMEOO!:!>!>>!?@?!@/ IT S ITS SO FUCKING PERFECT AND I LOVE EVERYTHHIGN ABOUT IT. god its just. everything.

as a cinematography nerd and professional gay, THE FUCKING RAIN FIGHT. holy hell. where do i start. the dramatic lighting. the amazing fucking camera work. the car between them. the way we can feel will's absence after he leaves. the RAIN. mike wearing a yellow polo (pssst its will's colour pssst he's projecting) AND AND AND AND the colouring of the shot being blue because HE'S PROJECTING!!!! the way will tears up oh i want to hug him. the most iconic lines ever, confirmed gay will (if you have basic media literacy), and the way mike is jus. so distraguht. :((( (also compare it to mlvn break up its EMBARRASSING how much sadder it is lmaoooo)

4- saddest death for you?

well this one is hard. because does max count (i totally think she's coming back alive btw) im saying she counts. I CAN'T F-FEEL OR SEE ANYTHITGN. I DONT WANT TO DIE IM NOT READY. AFTER HER BEING FUCKING SUICIDAL AND ANXIOUS DISTANCING HERSELF FROM EVERYONE ALL SEASON AND HER CLUTCHING ON TO LUCAS SAYING SHE DOES WANT TO LIVE SHE DOES SHE DOESN'T WANT TO DIE SHE WANTS TO KEEP FIGHTING I- RHAHHHHHHHH. her arc is about finding the will to live and then they. fucking. killed her. (maybe). rahhghh.

max.

5. should eddie have died in s4 or should it have been steve?

eddie fulfilled his purpose. he absolutely should have died in s4 (as in, the options are eddie never existed and steve dies or what we got in the show, that bitch was not living till s5) and im happy with the choice. i think steve dying in season 5 is a much better choice, because we've bonded with him, we like him (despite his fans), and he means so much to the kids. it'll hit harder in s5. from a screenwriting perspective, i think steve dying in s5 is better than in s4.

but on the other hand, i dont think they should have emphasised dustin and eddie's relationship that much. it should have been like a 'he was innocent, he didn't deserve this' death and not a 'oh no my best friend/older brother figure' death. bc the second one is steve.

so yes, i like eddie dying in s4 as long as steve dies in s5

6. Death predictions in s5?

oh. haha. steve. he's a fucking goner. for sure. i think steve confesses his uNdYiNg LoVe to nance, dies, and then everyone freaks out bc 'omg st3ddie are in heaven together.'

i do think all of the kids are safe, re: will, mike, lucas, dustin, el and max. they have specifically said its ending happy, and any of the main party dying is not happy. that said im a little scared for dustin. just like. 1%. if you told me one of the kids was out, i think its him. but im pretty sure they're all good.

robins safe, #diversity, nance is safe #love triangle security, argyle might be in danger, but he kind of doesn't feel important enough to die (i love him but dude doesn't even have a last name ffs), if steve dies then jonathan is safe, but if steve lives, jon's in trouble,

i think both joyce and hop are safe, hop especially, they did not fake him out in s3, then have him be gone for alllll of s4 just to kill him off in s5. fucking pointless (i do wish he died in s3 though. im a hopper hater, fight me.)

vickie is also safe, #diversity and also she's too clueless, max is double super duper safe (because why save her from such a good and epic and sad death just to kill her later), i do think murray is in trouble, its been a good long game death and he (sadly) isn't that much of a fan fav. erica may be in a bit of hot water. she's a fan fav and her death would be hard on both viewers and characters

also im hoping dreaming and praying for lonnie to come back so jonathan can kill him with either his bare fucking hands or (and this one i like) a chainsaw. please. please. PLEASE GIVE JON A CHAINSAW IN SEASON 5 I BEG YOU DUFFERS.

so steve, murray, erica and (🤞) lonnie are the only ones i think im sure enough to predict are dying, in that order of likeliness.

17. What song is saving you from vecna?

oh. well. any mcr, obviously. but i do have loads. specifically:

cemetery drive because the sheer power of the funniest thing ever would get my ass in the air (mikey falling on the way down im so sorry but 😭😭😭 my fav video on youtube) /j

you know what they do to guys like us in prison but it has to be live and frank's vocals have to be boosted to high heaven

planetary (GO!), because i need to get up and go back. to safety (i think im funny :,)

DESTROYA. be serious a second.

and finally, kids from yesterday or wttbp would do the trick. this is probably my nmost serious answer, because the raspy vocals in either of those songs are enough to make me sob my eyes out and they are the anthem songs of the respective albums.

#sorry nons i did ramble a lot.#ask #anon #stranger things #vecna #mcr #my chemical romance #max mayfield #byler #st5 #st4

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lauradefendszeearth · 2 years ago

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I just finished a wonderful fanfiction called There’s Comfort at the Bottom of a Swimming Pool and I can’t find if the author has a tumblr but uh here is the fic.

I got a little idea in my head and decided to try writing something for the first time uhm. Ever? I’ve just read like 200+ Steddie fanfictions so my head is full. So uh please be nice oh god this is terrifying. Tell me if there are typos though I wrote this directly into tumblr on my phone at work cause the idea wouldn’t leave me alone. Huge shout out to the author for an amazing story that literally made me laugh and cry and feel all the things oh my god.

Essentially steve didn’t know who he was or what he liked and he and Eddie were on a break figuring themselves out and Gareth wrote Steve a list of stuff to try. The author talked about art, guitar, bird watching etc etc. He likes guitar with its rules to follow even though he sucks at it. Visual art is too Freeform. Too much room for his self doubt to creep in and it makes him frustrated.

Steve decides he will try ballet. He liked physical activity even if he had hated sports.

Goes to a beginner class with mostly young girls but the teacher is nice. He even wears the tights. He knew he could’ve gone for ballroom or even swing but he didn’t want to dance with a partner he just wanted to dance for himself.

So he goes in the right clothes, and he bonds with the kids. Helps the boys know that dance doesn’t hurt their masculinity, tries to be a better example than he had.

He gets pretty good. Not professional or anything but good enough that he goes all the way up to intermediate level classes. They even ask him to help teach and he loves helping and playing with the kids.

He doesn’t tell anyone about it for a while. He’s not ashamed he just wants something for himself. He still prefers cooking and baking for the family but this is a close second. A hobby outside their little group where he can focus on himself a little.

When he and Eddie are gonna move to Indy he has to tell the tiny Hawkins studio he’s leaving. They’re all sad to see him go and even throw him a little going away dance party with mini performances from the kids. He brings Eddie and Robin who invites Nancy to come with (thru makes a special trip on a weekend even though the distance sucks), and the whole family. Joyce and Hopper, Will, El, Jonathan, Wayne, Dustin, Lucas, Max and even Mike asks if he can come. Mike has loosened up a bit more finally even though he’s still a little shit.

He didn’t tell them at first but Steve had put together a little farewell performance as well. Included all of the students he’s worked with over the past few months. Everyone is stunned into silence before the applause breaks out. Eddie is completely speechless. He almost looks like a cartoon with his jaw lax and eyes big. He finally snaps out of it and gets a huge proud grin on his face and Steve feels his heart swell and the nerves he didn’t know he had fade away.

He decides to open a small studio in Indy. He reaches out to other ballet studios and finds the kids who struggle to afford lessons and gives them lessons for free. Or if they insist on paying he asks them to donate resources to local charities. He doesn’t need the money, he has his government hush money after all. He doesn’t tell the parents that though, just tells them he makes enough to do this.

Eddie continues giving guitar lessons. He does get paid by the shop but he gives most of it back buying sheet music and accessories for himself and his students.

One day Eddie looks at Steve and asks him if he’s thought about getting a bigger studio space. Steve is confused and Eddie looks a little shy at first but mentions that he would love to combine their efforts and make a music studio/dance studio hybrid. Steve spins him around excitedly and they start looking for studio space immediately. They even start combining ballet and metal and do some select classes and performances where eddie plays and Steve and the kids dance. It’s not ground breaking but it’s fun and the kids laugh and jump and Steve’s never felt happier than when he glances over at Eddie to see his big manic grin while he plays for he kids.

Eddie’s niece April even tries a few classes. She doesn’t like dance but she likes to play bass. She gets good enough that she plays for performances and classes at the studio with Eddie sometimes.

Steve watches and thinks to himself that this is family. This is love and support. It took him a long time to get here. He’s still not perfect or fully healed. He’s not sure he ever will be. Will never like fireworks, will always jump when a light flickers unexpectedly, and will probably have nightmares for the rest of his life. But he’s here. He built himself from the ground up so that he could be his own person and made space in that life for more.

Oh and Eddie does convince him to go swing dancing on a special night at a gay bar.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet #kinda #I have never written any fanfiction please be nice to me

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lovestuckyhatemarvel · 1 year ago

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What? Am I finally rewatching season 3 of Stranger things? And is this me watching s3e1? Yes, yes it is. Why did I take so much time between seasons 2 and 3? Broken brain, innit?

1.) I understand they must have done so much work for the opening sequence of the Russian scientists turning the keys and starting up the thing that spins and does electric shit and opens a portal but I’m mostly focused on how there’s a noticeable difference between the portals and tentacles/vines between each season. Like really obvious if you’re watching them as closely together as I have been lately.

2.) I forgot the machine fucking explodes after failing to hold a gate open and they slow mo a bunch of randos dying.

3.) I also forgot how absolutely cartoonish the Russians are in this. That soldier went full Darth Vader on a random scientist for no fucking reason. God, the Duffers are boring.

4.) Oh yeah, this is the season when Hopper becomes annoying.

5.) Steve is adorable in his cute little Scoops Ahoy outfit. His shorts are longer than the kids’ shorts are. How do people think those shorts are slutty? Literally even Mike is wearing shorter shorts than Steve.

6.) I forgot there’s a power outage to the mall in episode 1. IDK how since Steve flipping the light switch a bunch and Robin calling him dingus for the first time in the show is referenced by like so many steddie writers.

7.) I forgot that dirt moving on its own is a plot point here.

8.) ‘Let there be light’. Steve Harrington is a dweeb.

9.) Will’s spidey senses are tingling

10.) I never noticed that Mike and Will have almost the same hair this season.

11.) Oh yeah, the beginnings of the duffers not actually understanding feminism because they don’t understand the intersection of sexism and classism.

12.) I forgot Dustin gets back episode 1. Maybe it’s because steddie fics space things out differently, but I thought I remembered it being like, episode 2 or something.

13.) I forgot all of Dustin’s toys lure him out thanks to El and it causes Dustin to spray Lucas in the eyes with hairspray for like a full 15 seconds.

14.) I want to force feed Billy Hargrove his own goddamn hair. Karen Wheeler, I still think you probably have really shitty politics but you deserve better than Billy.

15.) Hopper seems to have forgotten literally all his character development from season 2 just so Duffers can do the overprotective dad bit. Like what the fuck do you mean Hopper doesn’t know what a heart to heart is? I’ve seen the flashbacks to how he interacted with Sara. I saw the goddamn time he contacted El over the radio to apologize for being a shithead at the end of season 2!!!!!!!! Please stop acting like this grown ass man doesn’t understand what an apology is at this point.

16.) I love Max with all my heart

17.) Steve really is so bad at flirting. I would die for him.

18.) I really hate that suddenly Joyce has to teach Hopper, the guy who has comforted and sweet talked his way into literal government facilities, how to fucking talk to people nicely. Like DID THEY WATCH THEIR OWN SHOW? THIS MAKES NO SENSE. This characterization only works if you literally forget seasons 1 & 2.

19.) So many rats. So many really obviously fake rats. That’s not to say I’d want the exploding rats to be real, but something about the lighting on them or something is off.

20.) Will just wanted to play D&D but this season he’s Foreshadowing instead.

21.) Joyce is so goddamn sad and I would be too. RIP Bob Newby.

22.) Hopper really is a cartoon character of himself this season. Also why is he still in his work uniform this late at home?????? WHY CAN HE NO LONGER TALK TO CHILDREN AT ALL????? Suddenly he’s lying about a child’s grandma.

23.) Okay but Max is a genius and is super pretty.

24.) I think Will constantly asking for D&D and everyone blowing him off is why they think he’s the DM even though he isn’t

25.) IDK if I noticed before that the Russian code is literally translated in the subtitles

26.) I’m still shocked the fandom loves Billy as much as they do since he’s obnoxious, racist, and definitely up for being a cheater, and usually at least one of those things is a dealbreaker for people on tumblr to think he’s fuckable. Usually the ‘fucks married women’ part.

#stranger things #stranger things rewatch #s3e1 #stranger things s3e1

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weirdo09 · 2 years ago

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oh ym god oh my god okay so i saw your post of filliing your inbox with headcanons or drabbles or whatever

and okay so ive read loads of byclair fics and obv byler and usually byclair is kinda like on hating mike and lucas being the only one to remember wills birthday

but what if like when they all go back to hawkins and shit and dustin and lucas bring out this box of like a bunch of gifts of things wills really wanted that they put all of their allowances into and its like stuff wills always wanted and they actually celebrate wills birthday because i hate birthdaygate and i want will to be happy and i need a fix it fic because it makes me so sad

that’s good, hol up, i’mma write it ✍🏾

thanks for the ask, btw <3

#asks #tinylittle superfan ☺️

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stevie-petey · 5 days ago

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DARE I SAY THE BEST CHAPTER EVER!! (alongside w dear billy) oh my god oh my god oh my god stug in the upside down, the “im dust!” moment, slightly jealous steve, robin and bug cuteness, and my wife nancy being the best group captain?? i might just explode into tiny little bits m 😭😭😭

i was gonna talk about this at the end but it CANNOT WAIT. bug’s visions were so bad it makes me want to throw up VECNA WHEN I CATCH U WHENNN I FUCKING CATCH YOU WITH THESE HANDS. him using her dad against her was so cruel and using her fear of losing steve was FUCKED the stancy vision scene made me feel sick. to. my. stomach.

anyways! 😇 i love how eddie and bug’s conversation about dustin lead them to open up to eachother about how neither one of them truly dislike each other and that they were just envious of eachother cause who wouldn’t be? dustin’s the best kid ever 🥲 i know bug really needed to hear about dusty’s conversation with eddie about how much he appreciates her and adores her and how sad dustin will be when she leaves, bc bug was so sure that dustin has grown up to hate her and resent her which is so sad and so untrue :( so eddie assuring her that dustin talks so much about her with adoration made my heart melt 😭 such a sweet moment <33

steve’s little jealous moment made me giggle YES HE IS SO BOYFRIEND!!!!!!

(“Here, let me just–” He comes next to you and throws your arm over his shoulders before either you or Steve can protest. Immediately the pressure on your injured leg lessens. You sigh in content, and Eddie smirks. “There ya go, princess.” “Don’t call her that.” Steve snaps, but even he has to admit that Eddie’s help is needed.)

calm down stevie they’re platonic besties.. (yes the 3 annoying siblings trope is very much canon in my head..and i can’t decide which ones the middle child bug or eddie)

i can’t even pretend to be mad at u for that cliffhanger it had to be done..

also how does one write such sweet tooth rotting moments only to make you feel violently ill the next second??? making direct eye contact with u cutie m..

I LOVED THE CHAPTER!!! pls pay for my therapy x

this chapter truly had everything ur so right LMAO.

and YES the im dust scene !!!! cutest siblings alive god i love them :( i was happy to finally shed some insight into dustin n bug like i promise guys im not just making dustin a dick for no reason (unlike the duffer bros ???)

and bugs vision was just a cultivation of all her deepest, biggest insecurities and fears weve seen over the last 4 seasons and i feel like its such a new insight into her character. will being her deepest regret, her father being her deepest hurt, and steve/nancy being her deepest insecurity like UGH !!!! my poor baby :(

the steve/eddie/bug scene made me giggle to write like eddie and bug are finally begrudging besties and steves just like ???? and eddie would def be the middle child, bug the oldest, steve the youngest. 100%

#lilacccs #ask #m speaks #bdyr insight #i cant pay for ur therapy i can barely afford my OWN #however i offer u a cute stug scene coming in the next two chapters !!!

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ME @ BILLY NOT DYINGGOD FU CKING DAMN IT GOD FU CKING DAMN IT!!!!! GOD. FUCKING DIE DIE DIE DIE GET DISEASED GET DISEASED AND DIE

GET THRUSTED INTO THE FUCKING UD IDIOT!!!

with the. ARMY? hello ?????

DO THEY ALL LOOK LIKE HIM NOW STOP SHUT UP EW EW WHAT? IM LM AO O O OASDJASDKJADSKJHASDKJH ADH?????

the m all ... rats.

WHAT did hopper say oh my god jesus christ? bro just tellher thE TRUTH sjdkjhsfkjdhskljhfdJSHDFKJHSDF SSTOP OH MY GOD KAREN YOURE SO RIGHT

i remember accidentally listening in on my mom on the phone on the landline <3

Friends Dont Lie oh babey youre about to getITTTT

DONT LOOK. SO HAPPY HOPPER JESUS

DONT LIE TO JOYCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU YELLED AT A LITTLE BOY stopppp trying TO DATEHERRRR oh its not a date. yeah. yea h huh. uhuh. ugh. AUGH

GET DEMAGNITIZED IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i want to kill that white man i hate him so much his hair is so ugly i think he should be bald- GIRL PROBLEMS YOU GOT IT BABEY GIRL USE THAT SHIT AGAINST THEM.

DUSTIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! STEVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THATS HIS BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM CRYING THEIR RELATIONSHIP MEANS THE WORLD TO ME.

DESTROY HIM ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET HIS ASS!!!!!!!

"You could have all the ladies you want and more" "More? I like more..."

THE AUTISM !!! AND HOMOSEXUALITY !!! OF WILL BYERS SETTING UP DND AND NOT LISTENING

AND THE AUTISM AND QUEERNESS OF EL TALKING TO MAX ABOUT THIS SKJDHAKDJH

is he gonna explode into a bunch of rats or somethIng IS HE DRINKING THE CHEMICALS???? GOD HES SO DISGUSTNIG IM FU CKING KSDJHFSDKFJFSDKJ i cant wait until he dies. <3

BRO I CHOKED HOLY SHIT

MY MAN? ive never hated a character so much that i thought they deserved all this shit happening to them. YOU ARE NOT FIT TO SAVE LIVES RN IDIOT YOU NEED TO BE HOSPITALIZED

i LOVE Robin so much. !!!!!!!!!!!!

GIRLIE JUST GOING INTO HER CREEPY ASS FUCKING ASMENT WIHTOUT TURNING A LIGHT ON? OK Show me the diseased rat. SHOW ME THE DISEASED RATS

Small rodents rarely get rabies !!!!!!!!!!!!! theyre not usually the carries of disease !!!!!! theyre carries... of carries !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAD THEYRE USING RATS nd also cgi ones!!!! WHAT ABOUT THE LITTLE RAT ACTORS

EL AT THE MALL!!!!! god the overstim must be a lot AKDJHASDKJH YOU CAN SEE IT ON HER FACE EVEN IF SHE IS EXCITED AKSDJHAKSDJH thats so MUCH.

WILL!!! just following behind them aKDHJ

IS THAT THE !!! OHHH AHHHH LOOK AT HIM IN HIS LITTLE SHORTS STOP IM FUCKING CRYING . THE OUOAKDHAK !!!

excuse me while i- WHEN RATS ARE HOSTILE THEY SHOVE THEIR ASS AGAINST THIGNS AND AGAINST YOU!!! THEY PUFF UP !!! OR STAND ON THEIR HIND LEGS!!!!

EW OH MY GOD AOIASDAKSHSADKJH STOP STOP STOP THE TAIL COMING WITH IT . GIRL. EW? OH I HATE THIS OS MUCH ACUTALLY ADKJDSLFKDHFSJLDFKJHLFDSKJH EW THE WAY IT FUCKING RUNS IS MAKSJDAKSJDHLASKJDH

BRO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!!!!!!!!! YOURE DISEASED. !!!!!!!!! die die diedied ide ide ide ide idedie die die die die die DIE DIE DIE DIE

GIRL YOU LOOK TERRIFYING.

IS he jUST GONNA START KILLING ??????

EL N MAX PHOTOSHOOT PLEASE THIS IS CUTE I THOUGHT THEY WERE CHECKING THOSE GIRLS OUT NOT AKSDJHAKSJDHKASJHDJH <3

WILL JUST WANTING TO PLAY DND!!!!! OKAY KING !!!!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

EL!!!! FUCKING ASKDJHASDLJAKSH oh i dont think i can put this into worrds but being autistic and having your opinion changed so drastically because someone elseshares a point of view about a situation with you and now thATS YOUR OPINION!! Theres probably a word for this and i dont know it rn but THAT!!!

I DUMP YOUR ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY GIRLIE!!!!!!

WILL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

its not a date.

HEs. yeah hes really giving incel in a way i cant put into words

bro youre trying TOO hard and thats? not what Joyce needs? like BOB UNDERSTOOD THAT? he gave her the space she needed when she needed it anD BACKED OFF WHEN SHE ASKED HIM TO!!! HE ONLY PUSHED WHEN IT WAS NECESSARY ??? AND THAT WAS LIFE OR DEATH LITERALLY

Mr Clarke reminds me of this guy on youtube who talks about lizards??? LIKE THE OPTIMISM THE EXCITEMENT !!!!!!!!

what the fuck happened to Hopper was he actually alwyas like this?? LIKE HE. He wasnt last season??? DOnt get me wrong i dont think he was GREAT but like this is just. a steep ass fucking decline?

BILLY HELLO WHAT THE FUCK YEAH I HATE HIM MORE I HATE HIM SO MUCH NASTY NASTY NASTY NASTY

This also reminds me of that weird uh. im never gonna find this but there was this video of a warehouse like this with a guy in a gas mask like they were wearing in the beginning of this season? and it had some like code in it or something????? semi determined to find that now

DISEASED RAT KING!!!

Pattern of ending songs for this season too I cant remember if last episode even had one but thisone doesnt and it ended with something connected tothe UD - a half ending song again? like theres MUSIC but theres no lyrics? which happend last season too when things ended like... "half" in the UD 🫡

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LETS GO GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay okay okay starting off strong 1984 i see you i see you all these bald men are so sweaty and shiny and exhausted looking.

OH THE VFX BUDGET WENT UP BABBBEYYY OH LOOK AT THAT SHIT THATS COOL AS FUCK

So El isnt the one who opened the gate OG?? Really sick that they needed that much power to do it only forit to backfire and some little girl could do it with ease - OUFH SORRY TO THE BITCHES WHO JUST GOT EXPLODED

i understand why the bald men are sweaty and exhausted looking

SO WHY DO THEY WANT TO GET IN THERE SO BAD!!!!! OH THIS IS THE RUSSIAN PLOT PART YEAHHH

is this like ....... wanting to win the coldwar type shit??? because we're past the space race and into the 80s.... (<- guy who doesnt know much about this specific subject of history tbh)

EL LOOKS SO GOOD - fucking hate seeing them kiss im so sorry it makes me so uncomfortable - FEELING REAL HOPPER THOUGH LIKE ITS ICKY but also damn KING GIVE UR KID SPACE

i fucking LOVE THE shift in colours in this season !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE ITS SO BRIGHT I LOVE IT!!!! AND STEVEEEE!!!!!! AND I FINALLY GET TO MEET ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh this movie is foreshadowing some shit i can feel it. labesq SHIT!!!!!!! AND THEN THE POWER GOING OUT!!!!!!!!!!! this means things my brain is too small to make proper connections

OH SHIT LITTLE ME!!!!!!!

YEAH SEE Lost smoke monster !!!!! somethings thers i just know it

"im not gonna fall in love" "ok"

JOYCE MY BELOVED

booOOOOOBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DUSTIIINNNNNNNNNN

<- guy whose just REALLY EXCITED TO SEE THEIR FAV LITTLE MAN

GIRLIES WHO ARE WE LOOKING COOL FOR IM -

thought it waas gonna be gay forgot Billy existed

HOPPER IS ACTUALLY A FUCKING INCEL IM CRYING ITS BEEN LIKE 20 MINUTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KING OH MY GOD SHUT UP rooted for you but nah youve really always been like this

A Heart to Heart? What is that? <- man whose never been shown compassion???? WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS shut up

ngl tho me n hopper shaking hands how to you approach people about things without people helping you write shit out word for word

this entire board roOM REMINDS ME OF THE BEGINNING OF SEASON 2 OF FARGO - but she a woman TYPE SHIT AKSHJD

Nancy is. trying so HARD and girl i am so sorry

HIS GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THE WAY HE TALKS ABOUT HER <3333

Steve. i got nothing to add he just. wow

ROBIN I LOVE HER I L OVE THE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS ON THIS SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its romantic <- jealousy

Its gross <- somehow not jealousy tho sorry

Its bullshit <- jealousy

BRO ARE HE LLO WHAT PIED PIPER SHIT IS HAPPENING???? CRYING AT ALL THE LITTLE CGI GUYS LOOK AT THEM ALL!!!! THEY ALL HAVE LITTLE WHITE FEET THO???? THOSE ARE. exploding. theyre exploding. :(

ENOUGH OF HIM I DONT WANT TO SEE HIM I WANT TO SKIP THROUGH HIS MOMENTS I ACTUALLY HATE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH IM IN. PAIN. LIKE. OU GH. THE. SECOND HAND EMBARASSMENT IS? PAINFUL I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE HIM I HATE HIM IHATE HIM PHYSICALLY GAGGING

LUCAS AND MAX mAKE me so happy and MAx is still transmasc coded in my heaRTTTTT

DUSTIN BABY IM SO SORRY YOURE HAVING A MY CANADIAN GF MOMENT BUTSHES MORMON AND FROM UTAH

SHOWING MomEnts of Joyce being so happy and gENUINELY IN LOVE WITH BOB JUST HURTS SO MUCH HE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE

oh now we have shit with MAGNETS and the spaceship space race cold war babbeyyyy

DISEASE RATS!!!!!!!

HOPPER ASHING ON HIS FACE KING????? OW?????????????????????

This is so uncomfortable bro my dad did this to me once and it was horrifically misguided on his part and he was making some wild ass assumptions about my relationship with certain people and oUGADHADKAJSHAKSJH this isthe season of second hand embarassment and its PAINFUL

MIKE IS JUST MA KING IT WORSE PLEASE SHUT UP I OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I KEEP PAUSING IT BC I CANT HANDLE THIS

HOPPER H ELLO ????

THIS IS

BRO THIS fucking entire season is gonna be so fucking painfULLLL STOP STOP STOP like the. BROOOOO stop stop stop whose got a link to a breakdown of the family dynamics between everyone and how fucked up everyone is i cant even put thi sinto words im just losing my mind hopethis makes sense

SORRY DUSTIN I !!! GOD. PICKING UP RUSSIAN SHIT INSTEAD OF HIS GF SORRY

i literally cant handle this weird Billy fucking Milfs arc and i cant even begin to stress how much i fucking hate it and him. I have literally no room in my heart for that piece of shit

im SORRY to KaREN WHEELER THOUGH LIKE DAMN GIRL your mariage is in shambles and you really want to be fucked by THIS GUY ?

HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IDIOT FUCKING GET ATTACKED BY FERAL DISEASED RATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CALLING ALL RATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!

i know he fucking dies but iM GONAN LOSE MY MIND DOES HE GET FUCKIGN KILLED BY STOPP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP THIS IS SO FUC NNY YEAHH HYEAHHH BABEY FUCKING GET HIS ASSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

#bo posting #stranger things #st #live blogging

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demadogs · 2 years ago

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Hi,i have this doubt. The duffers said the ending of st5 will be emotional,that some co producers cried knowing the ending and they can’t satisfy everyone with the ending.. what do you think this means? This statements scream to me that someone is gonna die,what do you think?

i think no matter what, the ending will be very emotional so they might not be referring to a main character death but that does sound like someones gonna die. i think the “not everyone will be satisfied” part could be referring to the endgame couples. not even just byler but jancy too.

also i forget her direct quote but millie said that the duffers are too attached to their characters to kill any of them and honestly shes right thats why they keep adding new characters that are written to die from the start instead of killing the og gang. maybe it’ll be different this time since its the last season and its not like theyre killing off an actor and wont be able to work with them again but idk. heres what i think:

will dying honestly just wouldnt make sense at all. they need the satisfaction of this character whos been suffering from the very first episode to get his happy ending or honestly just ANY ending/closure thats not death. i cant see them having this character suffer alone in the upside down, be possessed, be ignored by his friends and feel behind in growing up, fall in love with someone he assumes could never love him back, and then DIE???!! that’d be insane. it would be a very incomplete character arc. i unfortunately think he would be more likely to die than any of the other kids just because he has such a big role next season and killing say lucas or dustin would be so random but i do think it would just not be great writing if they killed him. for so many reasons. like there are deaths that i absolutely did not want but do make sense and are well written in the grand scheme of things, eddie being one of them. i think every death in the show so far abides to that actually, whether i wanted them to die or not but that just wouldnt be the case for will at all.

theres also the fact that every single death in the show has played a big role in the next season so if someone were to die in s5 we’d never see how that affects the characters they were closest to making THEIR character arc incomplete as well. so because of that i dont think it would be jonathan or joyce because we’d never see will cope with that, i dont think it’d be any of the og party kids for the same reason (and i honestly just dont think the duffers would kill the og boys), i dont think itd be hopper bc we wouldnt see el cope, plus she just got him back so thatd just be plain mean. and i dont think mike or will would die bc byler will happen. they wouldnt have SO much queercoding for both of them only to have them kiss maybe once and then one of them dies. itd be a waste of all the time they spent building them up. but i do believe mike will have a near death experience.

i dont think it will be el at all because like millie said, theyd never have the balls to do that, but also this would almost completely ruin byler for me. it objectively wouldnt be wrong because mike has had feelings for will this whole time but i would actually understand those who would be mad at mike for just dating will “out of nowhere” after his gf dies. it’d look so bad and like will, we need to see el truly happy to satisfyingly finish her character arc and that involves being happily single and have a very healthy wholesome friendship with mike. she and will probably would be willing to sacrifice themselves but i dont think anyone would let them go through with it.

i also think a lot of characters are just too random to die. robin, nancy, argyle, murray, lucas, dustin, erica, these are all characters that do play a big role but not one big enough that i think they may die.

then theres max. i dont think she’d die but im not as confident in this one. im not saying she wont wake up. they would have just killed her this season if they werent planning on having her wake up. she will definitely play a part in next season and i think a lot of it may be related to the state shes in. like if shes blind, she will notice things the other characters dont because theyre focusing on what theyve seen whereas max would pay more attention to what theyve heard or touched. it could be a really interesting point of view if shes blind. but it could be a situation where shes still very weak and her body hasnt fully recovered yet so shes more at risk than the others but the reason im hesitant to say she could die is the same reason i dont think hopper would die. like el, lucas is currently mourning the loss of her. she’s not dead but he did lose her and to bring her back only to lose her again for good would just be so brutal.

yall are gonna hate me for this.

this leaves one last person and believe me i am just as upset as you are but fuck i really think it might be steve. every season he is seen as a hero to these kids, hes always putting himself first before any of them and protecting them in every way he can, he always ends up getting his shit rocked, he is a fan favorite. it would be a very impactful death, much more than any of the random characters i mentioned earlier like dustin or erica. it’d have such an impact on people that i think a big reason why it hasnt happened already is because there are people who would literally stop watching if he died. ive NEVER seen a fictional character so universally loved like this so if they were ever going to kill him it’d definitely be the last season. and if they want a super emotional death that gets everyone talking, he is 100% the one to go with.

going back to how we would never see the characters cope with the loss, i think they could get away with it for this one. it would be fucking devastating for dustin especially bc he just lost eddie but steve might have helped him a lot with his death and he could take his advice for steve’s as well. and for robin it would also be so sad but i think she and dustin could find comfort in each other about it.

like i said earlier there are deaths that i really really wish didnt happen, but from a narrative perspective are well written and do make sense. steve makes sense because of how much of an impact hes had on EVERY other character. even if we dont see much interactions with some of them theres still little things that show us how close their relationship is with steve, the kids especially. we know hes closest with dustin, but mike, will, lucas, and max all still have a wholesome relationship with him and one way they showed us that was him regularly letting them into free movies through the back door of scoops ahoy. another one was him giving max and el ice cream and knowing el shouldnt be out. he also was the only one who went to lucas’ game even tho he didnt seem thrilled about his date and couldnt even sit with robin cuz she was in band. also the fact that max wrote him a letter. she didnt write any of the other older kids a letter which shows that she had a closer relationship with him than any of the older kids and one that goes beyond just being with them whenever the worlds going to shit again.

since most people would be on the same page with how close they were with him, this avoids the problem i mentioned earlier of a single character having an unresolved character arc because we never see them mourn. theres not another character i can think of that has this big of a relationship with almost everyone on the show. like robin dying would be so sad for steve but mike wouldnt be that affected. nancy dying would be so sad for mike but lucas wouldnt be that affected. erica dying would be so sad for lucas but will wouldnt be that affected, you get the gist. steve’s death would affect everyone.

i HATE to say it but it checks so many boxes on why it would objectively be a well written death for both the characters and the audience. BUT ID LOVE TO PROVEN WRONG!!!!!

#sorry this took forever this is long as hell #i was so anti steve death before s4 came out bc like i said people would straight up stop watching the show #but now that this is the last season its very possible #if someone must die he makes the most sense #but its so sad for dustin oh my god #i hope im wrong #stranger things #byler #ish #eden answers

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green-graveyard · 3 years ago

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since when was s1 that sad and angsty

#m literally sobbing rn wtf is wrong with me #ITS JUST SO SAD #LIKE THEYRE ALL SO SMALL AND INNOCENT AND LOOK AT ALL THE TRAUMA THEYRE GOING THRU #LOOK AT HOW SWEET AND DORKY MIKE IS #HES JUST SO INNOCENT #AND JOYCE OH MY GODV #SHES JUST SO SAD OVER LOSING WILL IM SO FUCKING SAD RIFHT NOW NO ONE TOUCH ME #AND HOW MIKE ABD LUCAS AND DUSTIBG ARE ALL STICKING TOGETHER #THEYRE JUST SO PRECIOUS #WHAT DID THEY DO TO DESEVE THIS #AND WILL #OH MG GOD #HES JUST ALL ALONE #AND IMAGINE HOW GUILTY DUSTIN MIGHT FEEL TOO #HIS LAST WORDS TO WILL WERE LITERALLY 'IM GONNA KILL U' OMFG I CANT DEAL WITH THIS SHUT #WHEN WAS IT EVRR THIS SAD #LIKE WHAT

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The Eddie Special | e.m.

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: When the world suddenly feels like it's crushing you under its weight, one person always manages to make you feel whole again. And it's getting increasingly harder not to admit your true feelings for him.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Themes of sadness and anxiety, Major Fluff, Friends to Lovers

A/N: It's okay to feel sad or lonely or anxious for no reason. It's the silly price we pay for being humans. But you'll be okay.

It had been the most uneventful and mundane day, with little to note and even less to remember and yet for some reason as you pushed out of the swinging double doors of school, flat of your shoes scuffing down concrete steps, you felt like you could barely breathe. It was like you and Atlas had switched places and all of a sudden the weight of the word was on your shoulders and your shoulders alone. The waves of anxiety that had started shallow at the start of the day had swelled and were building like a tsunami of raw emotion, ready to swallow you whole if you gave in.

You weren't sure when you had bit your lip but you could taste the metallic iron on your tongue. And the chilled air nipped harshly at your cheeks and your heart was hammering in your chest and you could feel beyond the horizon of anxiety the blanket of sadness waiting to wrap around you until everything was dark and bleak and empty.

You stumbled over a stray rock and noticed one of your laces was undone but you didn't have the energy to bend down and tie it so you kept walking, tripping a few steps later and feeling the burning shame of embarrassment mix in with the dread and unease like oil and water sploshing around in your stomach.

You wanted nothing more than to go home, crawl into your bed, and fall asleep if only to escape the overwhelming emotions for a few hours. And maybe when you woke up they would be pulling back like it was low tide again and you'd be able to breathe. Because these emotions had no cause. Sometimes they just happened and they curled around your neck and layered over your eyes until you felt nothing other than hopelessness like a cruel and wicked game with you as the unwilling pawn.

You crossed into the parking lot with heavy eyes sweeping over car hoods and bobbing heads until they settled on a familiar untamed mane. Eddie Munson was leaning against the side of his truck staring down at Dustin Henderson whose mouth was forming words quicker than you could've attempted to decipher. And Eddie was rolling his eyes and saying something back, arms crossed and head quirked.

"You're missing the entire point! It's not the fact that they fought the Soul Reaper, it's the fact that they chose that specific route which would put them in his path which was foreshadowed in the first book–" Dustin's voice was adamant and they way he argued had you believing his point without even knowing the context for the conversation.

"Does luck not exist in your world, Henderson? Happenstance? Coincidence perhaps? Or the fact that it was the only route that didn't involve a known threat?" Eddie's voice was a mixture of annoyance and barely concealed amusement.

"It's never a coincidence in a fantasy trilogy where even the color of their cloaks has meaning, Eddie!"

Eddie was first to notice your presence, turning to face you with his eyes lighting up.

"Y/N agrees with me, don't you?" he said, shifting his body so his back was resting against the frigid surface of his van so he could face you. Dustin rolled his eyes and let out a scoff.

"She does not–" Dustin sounded frustrated, seemingly ignoring the muffled voice coming from what you presumed was his walkie-talkie buried somewhere in the depths of his bag.

"Yes she does. She always does," Eddie shot back, turning to cast him a look.

"She doesn't even know what we're talking about–"

"Yeah, well, she knows I'm right–"

"She doesn't–Oh my god," Dustin huffed, dropping his backpack to the ground, ripping open the zipper and viciously digging through it to find his walkie-talkie. The voice coming from it was louder and more clear as he plucked it from his bag and wrestled with the antenna.

"What, Mike?" he hissed into the receiver.

"I've been calling you for like the past ten minutes! Where are you Dustin–" Mike's heavily irritated voice crumbled through the static and Dustin squeezed his eyes shut in aggravation.

"I'm coming! Can you tell Steve to look up the definition of patience," Dustin struggled to zip his bag back up, tucking the walkie-talkie in between his neck and shoulder before swinging the bag over his back.

"Steve says to run or he's leaving you," Mike quipped back and faintly you could hear Steve's voice grumbling something about Henderson and idiot and manners.

"Sorry, I gotta go. I'll see you Monday," he said to Eddie, a rueful grimace on his face. He turned to you, face brightening into a smile, eyes squinted in childlike glee.

"Y/N, it's nice to see you. You look lovely," he said and you were barely able to give him a parting smile before he was darting across the parking lot in the direction of Steve's car, hissing something else into his walkie as he ran.

Eddie let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he watched the freshman nearly barrel into a disgruntled couple before turning his attention back to you.

"Hey, sunshine."

Two simple words and you felt like you were going to burst. His regular term of endearment for you felt distinctly out of place on a day where you felt like all the storm clouds in the world were nestling in your brain. You took a shaky breath, chanced a look up into his eyes and felt your throat tighten.

He slowly pushed himself off the van, arms falling to his sides as he took in your appearance. Shoulders slumped, hair messed up from fidgeting with it it one too many times, lower lip bitten raw and swollen. But your eyes clued him in to your inner turmoil. He felt his own mood plummeting as he studied you and your rounded doe eyes lacking their usual sparkle.

"What happened?" he asked, taking a step closer, feeling his hand flex as if he wanted to reach out and touch you. And a hot rush of anger splashed his cheeks directed at whoever or whatever was causing your chin to wobble and his heart to clench.

You shook your head, biting down on your sore lip as you fought back the embarrassing stinging of tears in your eyes because nothing had happened. There was nothing remotely different from yesterday where you were laughing so hard your stomach ached from one of Eddie's anecdotes to today where you felt like the winds had been viciously ripped from your sails.

"Nothing," you managed to squeeze out, feeling salty tears collect in your lashes, one or two spilling out, chasing each other down your cheeks, "Just, sad, I don't know, I feel–"

You couldn't finish, feeling your throat tighten more as the tsunami crept closer and closer. And the panic that had been lurking under your skin since the moment you had woken up started clawing its way up your neck until your breaths started coming out shaky and uneven.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, shame suddenly burning hot in your stomach as more tears fell and soon you were crying, the emotions you had been fighting all day winning the battle.

He stepped closer until his cologne was invading your senses and you could feel the heat emanating from his body. Hesitantly his hand reached out to your back, scratching lightly at your shoulder blade, ducking his head down to catch your eyes that were focused on the ground because looking at him made your embarrassment worse.

"Hey, woah," he said, his other hand reaching up to capture your chin to tilt it upwards so he could see your face, feeling his heart clench at the sight of your tears, "why are you apologizing?"

"Because nothing happened and I'm crying for no reason and I'm being stupid–" a few choppy breaths followed by a hiccup cut you off and Eddie was grimacing at you like you were causing him physical pain.

He knew you've had these moments before where the world felt suffocating with seemingly no explanation. He's had them too where he's locked himself in his room and buried himself in his comforter, no energy to even listen to music. But you weren't being stupid. The price of having good moments was that sometimes bad moments lurked between. And he'd be damned if he let you feel the gnawing sense of hopelessness that he knew well.

"Sunshine," he felt his own breath get stolen for a moment, both hands moving to rest on your cheeks, cradling your face as he angled it higher until you could do nothing but meet his eyes.

"You're not being stupid," he chided, stuck between poking fun at you to lighten your mood or soften his tone to quell your anxieties.

His eyes followed the glinting tears as they created rivers down your cheeks, soaking underneath his fingers that rested on the plush of your cheeks. He slowly swiped his thumbs under your eyes, collecting the moisture that made your eyes sparkle prettily up at him. And he swiped at the flecks of mascara that mimicked freckles, fingertips softly grazing so his callouses didn't hurt you.

"I'm crying," you sniffled, voice pinched and watery. He unconsciously mirrored your slight pout, brown eyes rounding as he felt his heart squeeze painfully.

"Yeah and I can't believe you still look cute while doing it," he replied, his thumbs pushing slightly into the fat of your cheeks as if he was goading a smile to your face.

And you managed a small one at his sweet words but a familiar pain stabbed into your chest. A pain that was long simmering and ever-present at the thought of his affection lacking the same weight as yours. His stemming from years of close-knit friendship and yours from your stupid unrequited feelings. And with the way he was cradling your face and looking at you like you were physically breaking his heart for just being sad, you weren't sure how much longer you could go without telling him you were disgustingly in love with him.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the image of him starting to become a dagger in your heart and he was wincing at you, feeling his own stomach coil in dread and anxiety at your anguish. He wanted to lean in, rest his forehead against yours and steal the war raging in your head so he could deal with it for you.

"Let me take you home, yeah?" his voice was quieter, a low rumble painting his words. You blinked your eyes open at him, tears obscuring your vision so you could only see a watercolor outline of his silhouette. But you were nodding and he was smoothing your hair back from your face, hands trailing down until they found your back and directing you to the passenger seat of his van.

The ride was quiet. Eddie had fumbled with the collection of cassettes stashed in the inner console, looking for one he knew was your favorite. And he had put it in, volume low but humming to help distract you from your thoughts as he drove. His eyes found yours at varying moments, brows tugging closer as he watched you gaze out of the window to the amalgamation of orange and red, eyes faraway, looking at something he couldn't see.

Nothing in his life caused him as much desperation as you did when you were upset. When it was something tangible like someone making a rude comment or a shitty grade on a test he could deal with it head on like threaten the kid who thought his snide remark was funny or scrounge up enough money to pay someone to give you a few tutoring sessions promising you that it was free. But when it was your own mind who was making you upset, he felt defenseless and he felt desperate.

When his van had rumbled to a stop in front of your house, driveway empty and lights off, he turned to see you frowning at it. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it a second after, fearing he had no words that would make you feel better.

"Eddie?" your quiet voice sounded over the soft music that he was already reaching to shut off. He turned to you and waited until you were ready to speak. You were worrying your bottom lip between your teeth again and he wanted to reach over and swipe it free and soothe the raw skin with his thumb.

"Can you come in?" He repressed the sudden urge to laugh. He wanted nothing more than to follow you inside. The thought of leaving you alone when your teary eyes made him feel sick to his stomach was incomprehensible. But he didn't laugh. Instead, he reached for your hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze and offered you a tender smile.

"Yeah," he breathed, shutting off the ignition before adding, "Of course."

The house was dark but warm as you stepped into the threshold, the heat settling into your bones and coaxing a soft sigh from your lips. Your bag fell from Eddie's shoulder followed by his own as he tucked them next to the litter of shoes. And you were still unmoving when he turned back to you, flicking a few light switches on illuminating your sunken features.

His hands moved before he could think and he was unzipping your jacket, softly peeling it from your body. You let him bend down and untie your one shoelace making it match it's already untied sibling before he was urging you to lean onto his shoulder for support as he tugged off your shoes. And then he was doing the same for himself, jacket draping over yours on the coat wrack and shoes finding a home clumsily next to yours.

"You hungry?" he asked. You shook your head on instinct but he was tutting at you. "C'mon, you should eat something."

So you acquiesced as his hand found yours and pulled you to the kitchen, flipping switches in his wake to brighten the house. He pulled out the chair to the kitchen table, guiding you to sit down before wandering over to rummage through your fridge.

"I'm gonna make you the Eddie special," he declared, squinting into your fridge and pushing things around as his hands searched for anything enticing.

There was no Eddie special but he liked the little laugh you let out at the declaration. He grabbed ingredients that he knew you liked, haphazardly pushing them onto the counter. He grabbed a half loaf of bread from the bread box and a plate from the cupboard. He nearly dropped a glass cup, juggling it in the air for a moment before securing it to his chest with a quick expletive.

You watched him flit around and felt your chest compressing in affection and longing. Eddie never failed to make you feel better, though today was tougher than most. He was the first person you called when you were worried about something, the first person you thought of when you wanted advice, and the first person you went to even when you knew you were going to ugly cry in front of him. And he never shied away. Instead he wiped away your tears and played your favorite music and made you an Eddie special, which you knew didn't exist but it still made your heart swell at the thought.

Those three words sat on the tip of your tongue, soaking sweetness into your taste buds. He glanced up at you, tongue peaking out of his lips in concentration, smile quirking to the side as his eyes squinted at you. And then he was walking towards you, placing the plate in front of you with a proud Voilà leaving his lips.

It was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, a bundle of strawberries, and a glass of orange juice but the strawberries were laid out in what was meant to be a smiley face though the fruit had rolled around distorting the picture. He rubbed his palm to the side of his jean clad thigh, suddenly nervous at your prolonged stare at the plate.

"'S not much but–" he started, insecurity pooling in his stomach.

"I love it," you interjected. I love you, you thought.

He let out a small breath, the corners of his mouth tugging up as he took the seat beside you. You scooted your chair closer making the bottoms of it scrape loudly on the tile, pushing the plate to rest between you and you grabbed half of the sandwich and held it out to him so you could share.

He wondered if you could see the fondness rushing out of him as he took a bite of his half just as you took a bite of yours. He wondered if you could hear his heart hammering in his chest as you leaned in to take a strawberry from the plate. He wondered if you caught his eyes trailing to your lips as they circled around the red berry, a droplet of juice running down your chin.

He was swiping it away instantly, thumb brushing your chin before tasting it between his lips. You felt your heart flutter at the action, feeling nearly breathless at the casual way he licked the juice from his thumb.

You were blinking at him and you felt like your chest was concaving. Your heart was beating a mile a minute and he felt suddenly frozen at your stare. He opened his mouth to say something but his voice was stolen as your hand moved up to caress his cheek. You watched his Adam's apple bob as your fingers moved to weave through his hair. You brushed wiry strands back, tucking them behind his ear. Your thumb ghosted over his eyebrow, then brushed his temple, then followed the curve of his cheek from the bridge of his nose to the swell of his cheekbone.

"Eddie," you breathed, anxiety pinching at your throat and he hummed. His eyes now hooded and heavy trailed from your eyes to your lips, up the slope of your nose and back to your eyes that he swears could get him to commit murder.

"I love you." The admission had nausea flooding your stomach but you couldn't hold it back any longer. You knew things wouldn't be the same after this. You knew you could be shattering a delicate bond but the words were starting to grow sour in your mouth the longer you held back from saying them. And you needed him to know. He needed to know that the more he treated you this preciously the worse off you would be when you got your heart inevitably broken.

"Yeah," he was breathless as your fingers traced his face. His cheeks felt hot and goosebumps erupted on his arms at your touch. He wondered if his eyes were heart-shaped by now–

He felt like his brain had short circuited. You had said something. You had said–

"What?" His voice was a ghost of a whisper. His eyes met yours and saw the doubt and fear and anguish swimming in your irises. You opened your mouth but no words came out and he felt desperate for you to repeat yourself for fear that he had misheard you or had mistaken you for one of his fantasy versions of you where you wrapped him in your arms and professed your love for him between kisses.

"What did you say?" his voice was firmer now, sandwich long forgotten on the place as his hands flew to your cheeks. Your hand fell to grip his bicep, squeezing nervously. "Please," he breathed, desperation soaking his tone.

"I love you," you repeated. You weren't sure if it was healthy for your heart to be beating this fast. And you waited with trepidation for his rejection and for that dark shadow of hopelessness to consume you whole.

But suddenly his lips were on yours. Warm, velvety, soft lips molding into yours, air expelling from his nose to brush your face as he sighed into the kiss. His fingers were intertwining into your hair, tugging you impossibly closer and you were melting into him nearly falling out of your chair to get closer, hands grasping at the cotton of his shirt.

"Say it again," he mumbled against your lips, forehead burning against yours, eyes shut as he memorized the feeling of your lips against his.

So you whispered it again and a third time when hot desperate kisses followed. Soon you were pulled onto his lap, one arm encircling your waist to press you closer and other moving his hand to cup your cheek.

"I love you, too," he replied, voice breathless and low and rumbly.

Like a man starved, Eddie's kisses didn't wain. And he paid special care to your abused bottom lip, hoping his sweet kisses would ease any lingering pain. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling yourself closer as if having any part of you not touching him was painful.

His fantasies of you spanned nearly all facets of his life from the most mundane tasks to the softness of his sheets but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine kissing you would feel so wonderful. His mind had turned foggy and suddenly the only working braincells he had left were telling him to kiss you over and over and over again.

"Be my girl," he murmured, lips lifting from yours to let the words out before they were reconnecting again. And you hummed against him, brain registering his words on a five second delay and tingling at his overwhelming affection.

"Sunshine," he muttered, finally finding the will to pull back so he could open his eyes. Your lips were swollen and your eyes were warm and you chased his lips with furrowing brows at his halting affection. And he kissed you again and again before repeating the term of endearment finally getting your attention.

"I want you to be my girl," he said again, voice stronger, arms wrapping around your torso tighter, lips leaning in to kiss your jaw and then where your jaw met your neck and then over your throat making your breath hitch.

"I thought the answer was obvious," you breathed, tingles shooting up your spine as he nipped at your neck before kissing away the hinting sting.

"I wanna hear you say it," he said against your skin, kisses alternating with soft love bites.

"Yes," you replied, leaning in for another kiss before adding a soft, "dummy."

You squealed as his hands dug into your sides, retribution for your name calling. And he grinned up at you, hugging you closer and repeating his three favorite words again against the underside of your jaw. And you felt like you could finally breathe again, the looming shadow of anxiety and dread pulling back, sulking off to haunt you another day. But you were okay with it because when it came back you knew exactly who to go to. And he'd make you an Eddie special and kiss you until you forgot your own name and you would be okay.

Bonus:

"Do you have any consideration for other people's time, Henderson?" Steve's voice was sharp as Dustin swung open the back door of his car. Lucas and Max were squeezed next to each other leaving him a spot.

"I was running late from class. Sue me, Steve, really," Dustin grumbled, slamming the door shut behind him. Max scoffed at him.

"We could see you talking to Eddie," she quipped, arms crossed over her chest as she glowered at him. Lucas grimaced from beside her.

"Yeah you big fat liar," Steve mumbled before snipping at him to put his seatbelt on.

"Hey, no need for the name calling," Dustin said back and Steve shot him a look from the rearview mirror. Mike twisted around from the passenger seat and held up the walkie-talkie .

"Is this a toy to you? Do you carry it around like an accessory? Because, funny enough, the rest of us use it to communicate especially if were making everyone wait–"

"Okay, now you're being dramatic," Dustin rolled his eyes.

"Well, did you only answer me because Y/N got there? I think they'd have enough consideration not to make out in front of you," Mike added, annoyed that he had seen Dustin deliberately ignoring his repeated calls despite chucking in a code red just to see if he would finally answer.

"They don't make out. They're not even . . ." Steve trailed off, squinting into the distance at you and Eddie and how much closer you had gotten since his last glance.

"They sure look like they're making out," Max said, eyebrows raising as she shoved Dustin harshly into his seat so she could lean closer towards the window.

"Hey–Ow!" he whined.

"I wanna see!" Lucas piped up, leaning over Max's shoulder making her elbow dig harshly into Dustin's stomach.

"You're–Crushing–Me!"

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