#fucking hat brenner

[ibelonginarkham]

Let's talk about some facts that keep us up at night! I'll go first-

Henry was taken in 1959 by Brenner, meaning he was twelve, Eleven was also twelve in the first episode meaning that if we're to believe that it's true she's Henry's daughter he'd have been 21-22 when she was conceived. And if he was forced to have a kid with someone by Brenner that's awful enough.

But if we're also to believe that the other children are siblings to Eleven then we need to take a step back and remember one crucial and gut-wrenching fact;

Some of those fucking kids are more than 4 years older than Eleven.

[artiststarme]

Come to Poppa

Based on a prompt sent to me awhile ago from @yaoiprofessoryuki. I'm sorry it took so long but I hope you like it!

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Steve was never close to his dad, not like a father or son should be. They never played catch in the front yard or camped out in the woods. They certainly never talked about sports or girls. The closest they ever got was performing elementary science experiments at the kitchen table until his mother scolded them both over their own laughter. One day though, everything changed. Out of nowhere, Steve became less of a son and more like a roommate that coexisted in the same house.They lived in the same house and their paths intermittently crossed when they were both in the house at the same time, but their relationship was gone. 

Nevertheless, all Steve wanted after fighting the demogorgons with the kids was to see his dad. He craved the comfort that only a dad could give through all-consuming hugs and emotionally stunted advice. His dad was a scientist, surely he could ask him just what the fuck those monsters were. If anyone could understand, his dad would. 

But after waiting up all night and into the next day, his dad didn’t come home. His secretary didn’t pick up the phone when he called and the hospital had no records of him. His dad was just gone, disappeared just like all the evidence of the demogorgons. Steve’s mom filed a missing persons report with the Sheriff’s office but even their investigations were moot. It was like his dad fell off the face of the earth. 

***

After their 1984 encounter and getting the absolute shit kicked out of him by Billy, the kids start hanging out at his house. His mom had taken to leaving for weeks at a time at the drop of a hat to avoid thinking about his father and Steve was climbing the walls in order to escape some of the oppressive loneliness that the house seemed to ooze. He thought the kids would find it fun to have a big house to themselves to make a mess in and just be kids away from the responsibilities of the Upside Down. He was wrong. 

Eleven froze as soon as the door swung shut behind her, her eyes on the family portrait that hung in the living room. In it was a sixteen year old Steve, his mother in her nicest dress, and his graying dad. It was one of the last pictures that they all looked happy in. But Eleven wasn’t looking at the picture in happiness or curiosity, she was looking at it in horror.

“El? What’s wrong, what’s going on?” Mike stood between her and the photo, his hand comfortingly rested on her shoulder.

All the kids surrounded her and Steve just followed her gaze and looked at her in confusion. When Dustin saw him looking back and forth, he snuck a peek before his eyes widened in sudden realization. “Holy shit, guys! Look at the picture! Steve, how the hell do you know Dr. Brenner?”

Steve’s eyes scrunched in confusion, “what? I don’t know a Dr. Brenner.”

“There’s a picture of the two of you right there!” Lucas flailed his arm towards another picture of the two of them in black suits at his cousin’s wedding. 

“And right there,” Max added, pointing at a picture of Steve holding a report card with straight A’s and his dad beaming with pride to his left.

“That’s not Dr. Brenner, that’s my dad. Martin Harrington, not a Brenner,” he said while rolling his eyes in exasperation. The imagination of these kids was going to make him lose his mind one day. 

“No, papa.”

“Eleven, that’s not the man that hurt you. That’s my dad. He was boring and dorky, he wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

“Papa!”

“I think she would know who experimented on her for years,” Lucas said, rolling his eyes. 

“Not if she thinks it's my dad!” Steve was really reaching his limits. He’d just wanted the kids to have fun for a day, he hadn’t expected slander against his dad. 

“What if it's the same person? Your dad and Dr. Brenner,” Dustin pondered. 

Steve just shook his head. “There’s no way, my dad worked at the Department of Energy for the government. He ran research experiments on electricity and water and shit. He never worked with kids!” 

“The Department of Energy was just a cover up for the experiments on kids!” Mike screamed.

That was the last line for El. As soon as Mike raised his voice, she flinched and threw the family portrait to the ground with a flick of her wrist. The frame splintered and the glass shattered upon contact with the fireplace tile. Most disturbingly to Steve though was the long tear in the photo separating his dad from him and his mom. An unfortunately positioned shard of glass had separated his dad from his family in the portrait just as an unknown force had in reality. 

“Hey! That’s one of the last pictures I have of him! He disappeared last year and you just ruined our last picture together. Fuck Eleven, he’s not your papa.” Steve dropped to his knees next to the broken frame without regard for the glass and fretted his hands over the portrait. 

“He’s a monster!” El yelled, an accusing finger pointed directly at the ruined canvas in his hands. All of the pictures on the walls fell to the floor with a deafening crash. In a single moment, all remnants of his dad were erased from the living room. 

“No! You’re ruining everything, stop! My dad was just a nerd that loved science. He might’ve been a little strict about grades but other than that, he’s a good guy!”

“Steve, we are telling you that that is Dr. Brenner. I don’t know why he has a different name at work or why you don’t know what he did at work but it is him. We met him last year and he’s missing because… Well, we’re pretty sure El killed him or at least really hurt him. That’s why he didn’t come back.” Dustin delivered the news as gently as possible but his words still registered like a knife in the back. 

“What.”

Suddenly, Steve saw everything differently. The missed basketball games, the unexplained absences and late nights at work, the weird interest in his experiments. It felt like the loving dad that he grew up with was a stranger he never knew at all. The kids didn’t seem to notice his shock or the fact that they had just ruined his life. They continued arguing amongst themselves until Steve tuned back in. 

“What if Steve knew about it? For all we know, he could've had a part in it! Maybe that’s why he wanted to join the Party. He could be reporting back to Dr. Brenner right now!” Mike ranted. Jesus Christ, Steve hated that kid.

“You really think Steve had something to do with it? I’m pretty sure he’s failing at least three classes right now. There is no way someone would use him as an accomplice in a conspiracy this big,” Dustin shook his head and sent a wink at Steve as if he was defending him. But Steve didn’t take it that way. 

They knew about his dad’s disappearance and were now insulting him? Fucking shit, he’d risked everything for these kids; his reputation, his old friends, his relationship with Nancy, his life! And they still doubted him and saw him as an idiot. They saw him as a traitor that would work as an accomplice to torture other kids. Fuck it. 

“Get out.”

“Steve, Mike didn’t mean-”

He cut Lucas off with a glare. “Get out! I don’t want you here. Just get out!”

They all walked out with varying degrees of guilt until Steve was left alone with nothing to do but look at the ruined family portrait with its shards of broken glass and cry about the injustice of it all.

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[tiredistic]

would it be totally crazy to request janis being a brat and regina getting mad so she gets spanked for it….

"Lesson"

pairing: Regina x Janis

content warning(s): Smut, d slur, mentions of substance, description of bruising,

summary: Janis being a brat and Regina Dealing with her.

a/n: It wouldn't be crazy in the slightest, I actually enjoyed writing this. and uhm warning its a tad long. There's some Oc work in there for the sake of the plot. Hope you enjoy!

It was late on a Saturday night, the night was hot and the party made it hotter. Bodies rubbing together as the loud music bumped through the frat house. Cups swinging as people drunk and high mindlessly danced around.

Janis was only here because Regina was here, but Regina wasn't anywhere to be seen, she attempted to look for her with no success.

So she stayed in the corner, watching her cup closely.

After a few minutes, Janis took a turn to observe the crowd. A mix of people dancing, yelling, drinking, doing drugs, it was all very meh.

Then Janis spotted the blonde, she was all the way across the room. She was talking awfully close to that one chick, Hayden Brenner.

Hayden was totally a cool girl, she played sports and her hair was always perfect. She was so smart and pretty.. but that wasn't the point.

Regina was getting all close, obviously showing interest, nodding along to everything Hayden said. It was infuriating, the way Regina was touching her shoulder, letting her hand linger before moving it.

Janis kept her eyes on them, not even blinking as the bright party lights shone brightly.

It didn't take too long before Regina noticed Janis staring at her through the crowd.

Janis was hoping she'd come to her senses and stop the foolishness, but she smirked at her continuing her conversation.

That really got to her.

Janis threw her drink down, rushing to the bathroom to calm herself. She locked herself in the small room, staring at herself in the mirror, running her hands under the cold water.

Fuck Hayden, if Regina was going to play it this way, so was she.

Janis found herself on the dance floor, perfectly in Regina's range of view.

It didn't take for her to start feeling the music, she danced very lively, swinging her hips, her ass swaying seductively which attracted those nasty frat boys perfectly.

The frat boys weren't going to make Regina jealous, she needed to up her game, and she knew just who to do it with.

Under the disco ball, there danced Ricky Williams. Her poofy brown hair coming from her hat, her bright teeth shining off of the lights, and her head bumping to the music.

She was perfect, Regina disliked Ricky anyway.

Janis sauntered over to her, and instantly the two started dancing together.

"Janis fucking Imi'ike, long time no see." She laughed, looking the girl up and down. "It's been so long since you've been at my party."

"It's been so long since you hosted one." Janis countered, she made sure to look extra flirty smiling extra bright, getting extra close.

They chatted for a bit longer, catching up, enjoying their time.

Janis was having so much fun, that she forgot all about her plan- the plan that was working fantastically.

Regina was pissed off. Her playful attitude towards Hayden turned into cold jabs at her. She stared daggers at Janis, dancing with that dyke Ricky.

She hated Ricky. Which sounds weird being that she was at Ricky's party. Regina being Regina, she was only here for her own benefit.

Regina's eyes followed Janis, watching her as she grinded on Ricky, as they danced in sync, the bass bumping encouraging them further.

It made Regina's blood boil, her face all red. She squeezed her cup so hard that her drink spilled over.

"Uh oh," Hayden laughed, "look at that random freak dancing on Ricky Brenner." She mocked, noticing why Regina was upset.

"That's not a random freak, that's my freak!" Regina sneered, "Hayden, I'm going to fuck you up if you don't stop laughing."

"Crazy how you can't even keep a social failure to yourself."

Regina gave Hayden the finger before pushing through the crowd making her way towards Janis.

Ricky noticed Regina coming, and she raised her hands in surrender, backing off of Janis.

"Hey Regina, glad you could join us." Ricky laughed as they stood eye to eye.

"Shut up Ricky."

"Hey Baby! What's up?" Janis played dumb, she had to bite back a laugh looking at steam practically come from Regina's ears.

"Don't fucking babe me." Regina grabbed Janis's wrist, pulling her away from everyone (Mostly to get away from Ricky) and upstairs to a private bedroom.

"Just what the fuck was that!?" Regina yelled, tossing Janis into a room locking the door behind them.

"No need to be dramatic Regina" Janis coughed, stumbling back into the room.

The bedroom was small, a twin bed pushed towards the wall. The rug was soft, and the windows were cracked open.

"Dramatic? You were dancing on that son of a bitch Brenner!"

"Well maybe if you weren't sweet talking Hayden all night you could have had me to yourself.." Janis mumbled, looking at the blonde.

"Oh my gosh. That's what this is about?" She ran her hands through her hair, "You got some fucking nerve, I was merely being polite to Hayden, while you were whoring all over Ricky!"

"Oh so now we're jealous? Maybe if you were paying more attention to your own girlfriend we wouldn't be standing here."

"Don't put this on me."

"Or what?"

"You think I'm not going to punish you for that?" Regina sat on the bed, her eyes not leaving Janis once.

"I was hoping you would.."

"Come. lay down." Regina commanded, her attitude still cold.

Janis followed Regina to the bed laying on top of the girl. Regina then pulled Janis's pants down just enough for her ass to being full view.

Without any warning, her hand came down on it like a lightning bolt, it was fast and hard. And holy shit did it hurt.

Janis moaned at contact, her skin turning bright red, marking exactly where Regina's hand hit.

"Little slut. You like this huh?" Regina spanked Janis again, her hand staying on her ass a little longer than before. She liked how the girl whined and moaned under her simple touch.

Then again and again, each hit harder than the last. Janis's ass reddened, the skin getting hot under Regina's touch. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes.

Her mouth pleaded for mercy, while she pushed her ass back, silently begging for more.

"Such a little whore. You'd do this for Ricky?"

"No, just for you Regina.."

"You say that, then I remember that look you gave me when you danced with her." Regina scoffed, slapping Janis once again.

"Please Regina.. I only did it for you."

"I find that hard to believe."

Regina's hand came down again, earning a yelp from the girl.

Regina felt herself get aroused at the sight, Janis whining and moaning in her lap, held at her mercy.

"Please Regina, i'll never do it again." She begged, she looked up at Regina but she was met with a devilish smile on her face.

"I think you deserve a few more, don't you think so- oh wait it doesn't matter what you think." Regina laughed, as she smacked her ass again and again.

"please- it hurts." Janis's body started to tremble, her hands reached down to stop Regina's hand,but Regina grabbed it, holding it still at her back.

"Keep them there." Regina asserted, as her hand came down again, noticing how Janis kept getting wetter and wetter she decided a few more before stopping.

"Please Regina- i'll be good I promise just stop." Janis cried out.

Regina paused, she smiled leaning down to whisper in Janis's ear.

"Come."

"Fuckkkk!" Janis let out a long loud moan, her body shaking as she came. Her tears spilling as her mind dazed.

"Good girl."

Regina carefully pulled Janis's panties up followed by her pants, watching to make sure the bruise wasn't rubbed the wrong way.

She picked the girl up, a whine leaving the girl. Regina admired her work all over Janis's face, the blush all the way to the tears.

"Lets go back to my house, I can fix you up there alright?" Regina smiled, Janis nodded.

Regina made her way out the back, where her car was. She laid Janis down on her side, in the back so it wasn't so un-comfy.

When they got to Regina's house, Janis was already knocked out. Regina got them into the house and to her room, she cleaned Janis up and changed her clothes using some extra Janis had from her closet. An hour later they went to bed, tired from their busy night.

[klausinamarink]

One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 10)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 next: Part 11 | ao3

time for shenanigans.

Jim’s frustrated.

This whole week has been a major event after another; Joyce’s son vanishes on Sunday, the same happened with Eddie Munson the day after, and the Hollands’ daughter going poof the other day. And then Will’s body had been found in the quarry, which was a cherry pick top on with Benny’s sudden death and the damned MK Ultra stories he can’t get out of his head-

Jim pinches the bridge of his nose. Takes a deep breath. Exhales it out. Yeah, Jimmy boy, exhale some of that shit out.

He’s sitting in his vehicle on the roadside, just at the intersection of Cherry Ave and Cornwallis Road. He doesn’t really have much to do. Theoretically, he should be sitting his ass behind his desk at the station but what is he going to do?

The goddamn suits and rangers of the state had shown up right after Will’s body was recovered and told him to relax because they got it all covered.

Yeah, right.

In a different time, Jim wouldn’t mind shouldering off the responsibility and leave the big hats to finish it. But he’s not that kind of cop. He doesn’t trust the state to place their greasy hands over the cases. At best, they’re going to fuck it all up.

But it seems that they really aren’t kidding about being involved. When Jim had tried to get into the morgue last night to do a better autopsy on Will’s body, the doors were guarded by, not one, but three rangers. He almost punched them all out, but he had simply shared the most polite conversation he can with them before they politely kicked him out.

He had thought about seeing Joyce earlier this morning, but he would be a heartless jackass to accidentally send her to a public breakdown at her son’s funeral.

Now he’s tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, staring at nothing on the road, unsure what to do and where to start.

His mind wanders to the notebook sitting in the glovebox. Having already read it front to back, he can admit that Wayne really has a sharp eye for everything. There’s one particular point about Eddie being last seen with a cut on his hand that’s nagging the back of Jim’s memory cave. But nothing solid comes up so he brushes it aside for now.

“How long it’ll take for you to even care out what happened to my nephew before his body turns up next?”

Jim stops his tapping on the wheel and drops his forehead against it, sighing heavily. Wayne really knows exactly what to say that haunts you for the rest of your damned life.

Not so different to what Joyce had fired back at him few days ago.

Will’s body comes back to his mind again. He hadn’t seen him up-close, not with the coroner being defensive on preventing contamination. But Jim’s not an idiot. He had seen enough of Will’s perfectly intact body to call bullshit on the accepted belief the kid fell into the quarry.

Suddenly, he gets a sinking feeling in his gut.

Jim looks up towards the direction of the laboratory. He’s too far to actually see the building but he feels its presence nonetheless. Enough to conjure up the image of Martin Brenner’s polite smile when he said no, we haven’t seen a child here on these grounds.

He starts the engine.

—

From the way Wayne keeps glancing up at Joyce, she senses that her pacing is getting to his nerves.

It’s fair for him to think that. She’s been practically burning through his kitchen floor for the past thirty minutes. Or she thinks it’s been thirty minutes. Hours were quickly slipping and the sun’s already setting outside. 

Hours without any word from Will or Eddie. Not even a tiniest flicker from the lightbulbs. 

Despite her empty stomach, she can feel bile climbing up her throat. She swallows it down, daring a glance back to Wayne. 

He looks up at her again, his hand rubbing the side of his temple. Joyce tenses when she catches his mouth opening as if he’s ready to say something. She’s already had enough listening to the hauntings of her mother’s scolding in her ear and whispers from the townsfolk (including Lonnie and Jonathan) right behind her back. She doesn’t want to hear another one to her face from Wayne.

Just then, through her anxiety, she gets struck by a realization.

“Of course!” Joyce snaps her fingers in a feign of excitement. “They probably went back to my house!”

Wayne gives her a bemused look. “Your house?”

She nods quickly, already pulling the older man up as she reminds him through a long-winded explanation of how she manages to establish communication with Will and later Eddie at her home. Wayne looks all the more confused, but he hurries along with her to his truck. It’s a quicker drive from the trailers to Cornwallis. Wayne follows her brief directions, soon parking on the driveway. Before he even stops, Joyce jumps out and runs to the front door. 

She realizes a second too late that she should give him a warning about the current state of her living room. But whatever words she’s about to say withers in her mouth when she steps into the house.

The Christmas lights are gone. 

Every one of them that she’s strung up, even a few she had reluctantly pushed to the corners this morning, are nowhere to be seen now. Her only way to speak to her baby, gone.

As she gapes around the room, her eyes land on the suspect, who’s kneeling on the couch and methodically replacing a new layer of wallpaper above it. Right were the letters used to be.

“Lonnie.” She doesn’t know how she finds her voice, but it doesn’t sound like herself. It’s too calm to match the anger burning within her chest.

Lonnie looks over his shoulder, unfazed. “There you are. Thought I had to call the cops when you disappeared this morning. Like mother, like son, huh?”

Joyce clenches her jaw tight at the normalcy of his tone. She glares at him, making Lonnie mockingly throw his hands up. 

“Oh, sorry. Never meant to say that. I was just worried about where you went.” Lonnie chuckles. Then he looks over her shoulder and his expression falls. Joyce dares a quick glance and sees Wayne standing awkwardly in the doorway. She cringes inwardly, motioning at the other man to leave. But Wayne doesn’t move. He just crosses his arms and stares back evenly at Lonnie.

When Joyce peers back at Lonnie, his eyes are darkened. She can hear his teeth grinding as he gets off the couch and towers over her. “Seriously? We just buried our son and you run off to-”

“What did you do to the lights?” Joyce cuts him off. Her voice is still and quiet.

Lonnie raises his eyebrows, his temper briefly quelshed with confusion. “What?”

“The lights, Lonnie. Why did you take them off? And why are you ruining the wallpaper?”

He has the audacity to sigh and shake his head as if his heart is breaking. That liar. “I threw them out.”

It feels like the world just stopped. “What?”

“Because your mind’s not right, Joyce. I can’t see you act like this, pretending that Will’s trapped in the walls-”

“Since when have you ever cared?” Frost drips out of her voice. She hopes it turns into icicles and stabs into her ex-husband’s heart.  “You never gave two shits about me when I had to bust your ass out of jail countless times and take up the night shifts because you couldn’t hold a job anymore. You never cared how hard or loud you’ve hurt me in front of Jonathan. You never, never cared about Will until you thought about hitting him too.”

“Joyce-”

“And now you show your face up, acting like the grieving husband and father so you can make everyone believe you’ve cared. But you never did. Because I bet it’s because of that sweet money the state’s going to donate to your pocket for acting like the way you are. So what gave you the fucking right to take down all of my lights, tear my wallpaper off, and act like it’s for the sake of my sanity?”

Lonnie throws his arms up, his face looming closer like he always does when they fight. “Because you’re sick, Joyce! You’re acting completely irrational and ruining this house-”

“I’m ruining the house? Is that what you care for now?!”

“Yes! Because this is where you and your son live in-”

“If you fucking dare to move back in here-”

Amidst their arguing, Joyce barely remembers Wayne. She just hopes that he had just left already, seeing no point in watching a couple’s dispute. It’ll hurt, but it would be the best for him. He doesn’t deserve being dragged into more of her messes.

Lonnie’s hand suddenly shoots towards her in a blur. Joyce instinctively flinches away, already feeling the phantom stinging of the previous slaps. 

But she doesn’t feel her head snapping to her side or taste sharp copper in her teeth. She peeks her eyes open (she doesn’t realize she had shut them) and sees Lonnie’s arm being held in the air by Wayne’s tight grip.

“If your way to end an argument is to hurt someone, then you’re better to take the loss and leave.” Wayne speaks to Lonnie’s face so softly that his usual gruff tone vanishes for a moment. Oh. Joyce realizes. That’s how his anger sounds.

Lonnie stares at him wide-eyed, a drop of sweat trailing down his cheek. His forearm whitens around Wayne’s fingers the longer they grip into the skin. Finally, Wayne leans away with a curt nod and lets him go, making Lonnie stumble back. He looks at them both before the familiar snarl of displeasure returns. 

“You’re both fucking crazy. You both deserve it together.” He spits just before he storms out, loudly slamming the front door shut. 

Trembling, Joyce glares through the still-open window as Lonnie starts up his car and promptly drives off. 

Wayne scoffs quietly, “Serves him right.”

It should be enough to let her relax and breathe again. But there’s so much of her anger boiling her veins that Joyce grabs her head and curls her fingers into her hair, pulling it harshly so that several strands get ripped out.

This should be enough. But there’s so much of her anger boiling her veins that Joyce grabs her head and curls her fingers into her hair, pulling it harshly so that several strands are ripped off.

She can hear Wayne calling her name. But she doesn’t listen or look at him. She just turns around and stomps her way down into the house. And then there’s a blast of cold air and heavy crunching of leaves under her feet. Before she knows it, Joyce yanks the shed’s door open.

The first thing she sees is a pair of shovels. She grabs them, only for both tools to be somehow tangled with each other. It makes her more mad as she struggles to separate them. But once they’re freed, they get caught against the other tools in the shed.

“You’re kidding me.” She says to nobody in particular except this stupid shed and whatever god is up in the sky who likes making her life miserable. She tries to shove her anger down, but the shovels are stuck again and they’re just banging against the shed, doing nothing but make the buzzing in her head louder and louder and she can’t think of anything other than-

“Joyce.” 

She jumps, her shoulders up to her ears. She whirls around, expecting to see Lonnie crawling back to her. But it’s only Wayne, standing just a few feet away.

She glares up at him. “What?” 

He looks wearily at her and at the shovels in her hands. “What are you doing right now?” Wayne asks, sounding too gentle like he’s trying to coax a scared animal. Thinking of that comparison makes Joyce even more mad.

“None of your damned business.” She hisses. She turns back to what she’s trapped herself in doing and tries to free the shovels. How is it this hard to get a couple shovels out?! 

But she still senses Wayne behind her, even approaching closer. She whips her head back to him, “Leave.”

Just after she says it, the shovels she’s been holding bang against some equipment inside, creating a cascade of metallic crashes.

Her frustration explodes. She drops the handles and kicks at the wall several times hard enough that it almost surprises her it doesn’t collapse. Her hands dig back into her hair as she yells up at the sky. And because Wayne is still here for some godforsaken reason, she yells at him too. 

“Just go! You already know how goddamn sick I am! Just go and spit on me after wasting your fucking time for sitting around and waiting for your nephew-”

Wayne takes another step forward and-

He hugs her. 

Joyce stiffens at first, a second of shock overcoming her. Then she lets go of her hair just so she can pound her fists onto his chest, attempting to twist away from his embrace. Bad women like her don’t deserve hugs like this.

“What did I tell you about using others to comfort your pain, Joyce? Now I’m going to feel awful for wanting to give you a hug. You see what you’ve done? To your own mother, no else?”

Wayne doesn’t let her go. Instead, he smooths her hair down, careful at the aching patches where she’d just abused her scalp. Something about that motion makes Joyce to drop her arms down. Her breath shudders as she lets her face be buried into Wayne’s cardigan. It smells like cigarettes, old oak leaves, and flour oddly enough.

It sends a crack somewhere through her heart.

She doesn’t recognize the wretched sound coming out of her mouth. It sounds like a dying animal, too rough and guttural as if it wants to cut through her throat. Her small body wracks violently with every sob like it’s desperate to rattle her soul out to leave this earth. She wants to leave, but Wayne isn’t letting her. He keeps her arms tight around her, slightly rocking them side to side like a father does to a child. Just like how Joyce does to Will and Jonathan after a bad day and night. 

Thinking about it restarts the cycle of tears again.

After she feels her tears are spent and regains control of her breathing, Joyce taps on Wayne’s arm. He gets the message and unwraps himself from her, though he keeps a hand on her shoulder. The front of his cardigan is nearly soaked through but he doesn’t raise a complaint.

Joyce’s eyes feel swollen. There’s snot and tears running down her face, which she’s quick to wipe away. Once she’s sure she can speak without another threat of tears, she mumbles, “Sorry about that..” 

“No need to apologize. Seems you really needed that.” Wayne tells her softly. She looks up at him and there’s a small sincere quirk of his lips. Not a single ounce of malice or pity is shining out of his doe eyes, just complete reassurance and comfort. 

It almost makes Joyce cry again, but she holds it together and just sniffs her snot back in. 

Silence falls between them, but it’s not as awkward or tense as Joyce expects. It’s more comforting. Maybe breaking down in front of someone who doesn’t immediately taunt her does more wonders than she thinks.

“Do you want to explain why you were wrestling with these shovels?” Wayne asks. A flush of shame comes over Joyce and she looks down to the ground again. Crosses her arms as if it’ll prevent herself from answering.

“Joyce?”

She lets out a shaky sigh. Fuck it. Wayne’s been with her this far.

“I want to go back to the cemetery.” 

There’s a pause. She doesn’t look up as Wayne asks, “Come again?”

She sighs again. Flicks her eyes up to stare directly at Wayne. “I want to see who was that boy they buried as Will.”

Wayne furrows his brows. Then the realization comes over him. “You-”

“I know it’s stupid and very illegal.” Joyce keeps her hands to herself so they don’t flail around, takes a step away from him. There’s something wrong with her in which every time she wants to be taken seriously, another thing happens that keeps testing Wayne’s patience for her.

She continues, “But I can’t stand it. I know in my heart and soul that whoever they found in that quarry just looks like Will, but it’s not him! If it was, they would’ve allowed an open casket or let me stay with him for a bit before-” Her breath shudders again. “I just want to know what the hell is going on!”

Joyce tears her gaze away from Wayne, staring at the ground as if it’ll rip open and spit Will back to her. “If you want to throw me into jail or Pennhurst for this, then go ahead. If you’re fed up with my ‘delusions’-” she spat the word, “then leave and forget about me.”

The silence drags for a horribly long time that Joyce can see their shadows extending before her eyes. Then Wayne’s feet shuffle out of her view. She closes her eyes, shivering from the cold catching up to her.

Then there’s a little nudge on her arm along with Wayne’s gruff voice speaking, “Alright, better now than later.”

Joyce blinks her eyes open, her jaw falling open at the sight of Wayne back to her side and holding out a shovel to her. While carrying the second, no less. “W-Wha-?”

“You’re right on a couple things.” Wayne interjects her kindly. “There’s some strange stuff happening around here these past few days. It has to do with our boys going missing and we both know they’re alive somewhere. If you’re beyond certain that the kid you saw being buried isn’t Will, then nothing hurts to check.”

Joyce almost wants to laugh. She almost asks Wayne if he’s losing it. But she sees that look in his eyes, the hard determination she’s seen in herself too. It gives her a spark of hope again.

She takes the offered shovel. She has to bite the insides of her cheek to keep some hysterical giddiness from showing. Staring into Wayne’s eyes, she says, “If you’re in this with me, for what we’re about to do, then you need to also help me out if we get caught by Hopper.”

Wayne gives out an exasperated sigh, but his mouth quirks up something resembling a smirk. “Let me double check my bail money first.”

—

As they drive up into the cemetery, it’s gotten dark enough that all of the headstones look like lumps. Undead potato lumps. A morbid joke that his sister Suzanna once shared with Wayne when they were kids and has somewhat stayed in his vocabulary. Once he slipped and said it around Eddie few years ago, who had gladly adopted the phrase.

“The grave’s over there.” Joyce frowns, pointing over to a direction behind them.

“And we’re going to stop here.” Wayne says, parking the truck at the very end of the road where the oldest areas of the cemetery start embracing the woods. “Wouldn’t want to park near your boy’s grave and get caught too soon.”

Joyce makes a small ah sound. Wayne cuts the engine and headlights off and they both get out. He takes the shovels from the truck’s back, along with a crowbar and a flashlight. Joyce raises an eyebrow at the crowbar but says nothing as she takes the flashlight and the lead to their destination.

They hurry further in half-crouches, carefully weaving around the other gravestones. The groundskeeper has night shifts for a reason and lord forbid if there’s any sneaking reporters hungry for pictures.

“Here.” Joyce whispers. There’s almost no need for her to point it out with the too-new marble headstone and bouquets of flowers are placed on the recently-buried dirt.

They stand together on the side, staring down at the ground. A little adrenaline rush of I am actually doing this comes down onto Wayne. He should feel ashamed of himself. That he should have listened to his logical side of not helping a grieving woman’s delusions and now it’ll start a landslide effect of following Al’s forbidden footsteps.

But he doesn’t feel anything. A little nerves, sure. But otherwise? He’s just calm. Nothing towards himself or Joyce.

Maybe he’s like this because a part of him already wants to dig up Eddie’s grave in the future just to hold his boy close for the last time.

Or it’s just the Munson thing.

He breathes slowly, repositioning his grip of his shovel and handing the other to Joyce.

She doesn’t take it. She stares down at the still-fresh dirt with a lost expression. “But what if I’m wrong? That all this time, this is Will and everyone was right but I’ve been denying it?”

“Then you’ll cry.”

She looks up, shooting him a baffled look.

“You’ll cry, either out of relief or grief.” He continues, nudging the shovel’s handle to her. “It’s the best any of us can do. And what happens next is up to you.”

Joyce’s eyes well up again but she shuts them tight, her expression shifting to the hard determination Wayne is already familiar with. She opens her eyes and takes the shovel in her hands. Then she gives him a single nod.

Wayne nods back and plunges the shovel’s blade into the dirt.

It’s less back-breaking than he expects. Benefits of growing up south and spending years at the plant, he supposes. The soil’s still loose enough so it might’ve helped easing their efforts. But his arms and knees start to ache after one and half feet in. Joyce’s already trembling at this point, pausing to catch her breath every minute or two.

“I’m not sitting down until we get to the damn casket.” Joyce pants out before Wayne opens his mouth. He wisely keeps it shut.

By the time their shovels hit polished wood, it’s fully dark and a absolute miracle that any groundskeeper hasn’t heard them. Yet. Wayne snatches the flashlight and kneels down to sweep the soil off while Joyce collapses to her feet.

“God.” She tilts her head back, seemingly regretting the motion as it brings some dirt falling on her hair. “I’d almost prefer Mr. Turlington’s gym classes to this.”

“If this was his grave, we would’ve made him proud. Hold this.” Wayne hands the flashlight to her.

“I can barely lift my arms!” Joyce protests, but she takes the flashlight, keeping the beam aimed at the head of the casket. Wayne feels his hands around the edges, shuffling more of the tightly pressed earth away.

He stands up, reaching out for the crowbar above. He moves slowly, feeling conscious of the fact that there is a young boy’s body inside. Any more quicker and heavier movement he and Joyce make might just break the casket itself.

“Did ya get the casket sealed?” He asks.

“No, finding the right casket itself was expensive enough.” Joyce winces right after she says it, as if paying for a casket by itself is the most shameful thing in the world. She eyes at the crowbar in his hands. “Why do you ask?”

“From what I heard, unsealed caskets are easier to reopen.” Wayne kneels back down, roughly scooping out a few handfuls of one wall so there’s a small pocket of space. He looks again at Joyce, silently asking are you sure about this?

She gives him an unwavering stare that all but replies with yes, get on with it.

Wayne wedges the crowbar to the side of the lid. He silently prays that this action won’t taint his memory for eternity and then pushes down on the crowbar with all of his might.

It takes about what feels like hours before a crack resounds and the casket opens. Wayne grabs onto the newly freed lid, pushing it up until the top hits the earthy wall.

Joyce makes a choked noise, almost close to a sob. Wayne himself recoils at the sight of Will Byers’ too-pale face, eyes softly shut as if he was just sleeping.

But the smell…

Wayne sniffs the air. Continues for a moment, unsure if his senses are messing with him. With his eyes still on the boy’s face, he asks, “Do you smell anything?”

A strained chuckle comes out of Joyce. “What?”

“Do you smell anything?”

Joyce falls silent before she starts sniffing. Then again with more consideration. “..No. Just the dirt.”

Wayne manages to tear his gaze away from the boy and back to Joyce. “Doesn’t matter how much chemicals you put in a body for preservation, the smell of rot comes back as soon it’s buried.”

Realization dawns on her face. Then she carefully crawls over next to him, ducking under Wayne’s arm as he still holds the lid up. Joyce looks down at the body and slowly reaches a hand out to the face of her son. She gently cups the cheek, bringing a terrified expression upon her before it shifts into a frown of doubt.

“Do- Do bodies always feel like plastic?” She asks slowly. Wayne looks at her with shared confusion and reaches out to touch the boy’s face. However, his hand must have been too slow or too quick because it instead brushes against Joyce’s.

She gives out a too-loud startled squeal, her head bumping hard against Wayne’s chin. He falls back, hearing a small groan from Joyce. In the process, he loses his grip on the lid and barely stops it from slamming shut by kicking his leg out and holding it up halfway. The weight’s gonna bruise it for days.

“Ow, oh, Wayne!” Joyce is suddenly fretting above him, rubbing the back of her head. “I’m so sorry! You didn’t mean to startle me that bad, it’s just the nerves and-”

“I’m alright.” Wayne means it, even if his chin and leg might not. He’s had worse than beginner’s level grave-robbing. “It’s my fault I scared ya.”

Joyce’s shaking her head. “No, really, I’m sorry-”

Wayne grunts as he slowly pushes himself up. “Would ya get the lid off my leg first?”

“Oh, of course!” Joyce scampers back, groaning with effort as she pushes the lid off. Wayne pulls his leg back to him, rubbing the bone carefully. Yep, he can feel a bruise coming.

“Wayne.” Joyce’s voice is very still.

He sits up more upright. “What’s wrong?”

Joyce doesn’t answer. Her back’s toward him, the flashlight still shining inside the casket. Wayne scoots closer, peering down to see-

Will’s head turned on the side, no longer attached to his body.

It feels like Wayne’s soul is exhumed out of his body all at once. His first thought is, oh lord I just decapitated a dead kid in front of his mother. But somehow through his panic, he notices that despite the damage, there’s not a spot of blood anywhere.

Joyce reaches her hand in again and picks up something. Holds it up close to the flashlight for a closer look.

It’s a wad of cotton.

Wayne checks the head and neck of the body. Thick wads of cotton sticks out of both ends.

“I knew this wasn’t Will.” Joyce whispers, her tone devoid of anything save a hint of triumph somewhere. “None of his moles match and there wasn’t even a birthmark.”

Wayne stays silent, staring down at the body that is not Will Byers. Who that half of the town came and mourned for just hours ago. All of this for a fake body.

“Wayne?”

Joyce’s looking at him, concerned. It feels terribly juxtaposed. A grieving mother sitting atop of her son’s fake body wanting to know if he’s alright.

“Did they tell ya who found the body?”

Joyce thinks for a moment before replying, “Not anyone specific. I think Hopper said it was somebody from the state.”

Wayne swallows but his throat’s too dry. He lifts his gaze up towards the sky at last. The stars are coming out. “Chief told me that the state’s taking over Eddie’s case.”

They both become quiet for a long time. Until they both catch a faint whistling tune of the groundskeeper. Then it’s a mad careful scramble out of there.

—

Brenner studies the new dummy on the table, taking a glance at the reference photographs laid out on the desk besides McNeil, who stands on the opposite side and poorly hiding his fidgeting.

There’s nothing wrong with McNeil’s works. It’s a masterpiece, much like the previous. Anyone who never touched a human body or kept on his payroll wouldn’t notice the difference.

But Brenner always sees flaws in perfection. That’s the duty in being a scientist. Running through the tests over and over until the subjects are one hundred plus ten percent faultless.

It always leaves a bitter taste on his tongue when he skips over a mistake, even for the sake of studying. He’s being more considerate these days after the disastrous cases with Henry and Eleven.

“Is this accurate to the boy’s measurements?” He asks. McNeil stops fidgeting and straightens up with an air of confidence that should be permanent.

“Yes, sir.”

Brenner eyes the small flock of bats and devilish marionette inked on the right arm. “Is this the only tattoos he has?”

“No, sir.”

“Then where are they?”

McNeil clears his throat, almost looking away from Brenner. “It’s difficult to perfect the other designs when there’s bare references of what they exactly look like. Tattoos are heavily variable, sir.”

Brenner sighs quietly in disappointment. He’ll save this discussion of incompetence much later, preferably once Eleven returns. “Then find the exact designs and make sure they match.” He looks down at the blank intimation of Eddie Munson’s face, thinking for a moment. “And give it the impression that it’s been deceased for longer than Will Byers-”

The door suddenly opens and Agent Sterling walks in with an annoyed expression. “We have an intruder.”

Brenner frowns. “I beg your pardon?”

She gestures for him to follow and he’s lead to the screening room of their security footage. One of them shows the police chief Jim Hopper cautiously walking through the basement level, undoubtedly heading to the room with Eleven’s gate.

Brenner can’t help but chuckle. That man truly wants to know more about what they are doing.

“Should we eliminate him?” Agent Sterling asks.

He shakes his head, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. “No. Just tranquilize him and send him back home. Place our listening device somewhere in his residence as well.”

“Yes, sir.”

—

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[possessedramblings]

No upside down au but things aren't magically okay

TW! Parental abuse, neglect & abandonment, Racism (Billy Hargrove is a piece of shit) Alcoholism, bullying and sexual harassment

Things aren't just happy and great because the Upside Down doesn't exist, and I want to write about it, so this is my take and my AU.

Will, Jonathan and Joyce are still in poverty, on the brink of nothingness, and it doesn't help that Lonnie is a piece of shit, who still has occasional custody of the boys. Every other weekend, Joyce is alone in her little house, while the boys are with their father, because the three of them are too afraid to speak up.

Mike and Nancy don't get along, plain and simple. It's not because they're siblings and because "siblings fight" but because they're in a broken home. Karen is out some nights seeing her "lover" and Ted is just the worst. He yells at the kids, shames Nancy, belittles her to the point that she leaves Mike alone. He hates her because she can leave, which is why he begs for a bike, or to spend the night somewhere, anywhere but home.

Dustin is the kid of a single mother, who is overbearing on him. She's an anxious woman who fears Dustin's gonna get hurt. He gets bullied at school, and not just insulting words. He gets shoved, his d&d dice, books, hats, and other things get stolen, and sometimes he comes home with bruises from the older kids.

Lucas has it fine at home, but once he leaves it's no longer anything happy. He's afraid to spend time with his friends because of Billy and all of the other assholes. He constantly gets harassed because of his skin, the way he talks, the way he looks, and it gets even worse when he starts talking to Max. His parents worry that one day, he won't come home.

Max couldn't hate life more. She's always angry, and it's all her moms fault. Her mom decided that Neil Hargrove was a good man, but it led to a life of absolute fucking pain. Billy was angry with her, for what - she didn't know. Neil was a drunk, he'd drink and drink for hours, using bottles as weapons against everyone else in the house. She saw the same hatred in Mike Wheeler, which caused her to lash out at him, but she knew it wasn't his fault, it was their parents.

Jane's mom couldn't properly care for her, something about a neurological disease that would get worse as the years passed. So she was given up to a foster home. Poor Jane was young, ad could hardly speak, let alone know her own name, so the man, Brenner, didn't care to know names. Jane, now Eleven, didn't know how she got there, or why, but she grew up believing her mother hated her, until she ran away after the oldest kid there snapped.

Steve never knew what his parents were like. They were always away. They'd bring back snow globes from every state airport in the country, but that's all he knew about them. He started to act out so he could possibly get their attention. He stopped once he finally saw something he hadn't noticed before. Jonathan wasn't flinching when he hit. He was just as bad as any old abuser. He tried to turn himself around, he really did. He had to change, especially after seeing Dustin, Lucas and Mike being thrown around by Billy.

Robin knew she never had it easy. She grew up in the trailer parks after her mom and dad lost their jobs ad had to find somewhere else. Her parents jumped between jobs for a long time, and once Robin was old enough, they gave her an old hand me down bike and set her on her way. She knew life was even harder after she discovered her undeniable crush on Tammy Thompson. She would be a town pariah if anyone found out.

Nancy on the other hand, was a town pariah. Her home was the least of her problems. She was humiliated by a man, by several men. Steve Harrington and Tommy Hagan calling her a slut, her own father accusing her of being a whore, and her employers objectifying her at every chance they could get. Nancy felt just like an object for the pleasure of men, so she started learning to defend herself, wanting to be her own woman, but too afraid to deep down.

Jonathan always pushed back how he felt for his mom and brother. Joyce was a struggling woman, and Will was so young, he didn't want his brother to feel like the world was so cold and dark, so he took more hits for the both of them. He took hits from Steve and Tommy, he wanted to keep everyone else safe so he took hits.

Things aren't happy in Hawkins, but we can certainly pretend.

[evansbby]

babe im so sorry but pete brenner is so ick to me 😭 he's like this little goblin who is giving me loki eyes and loki jet black hair, thor 1 (or thor in general) icky facial hair, and endgames steve asshole fucking face (this one is just me raging.

he's serving me costco!!! gas-station sleeve manager! (the one kind of sleeve that i cud never get on board with coz if the floors are fucking sticky im sure u are too GAG!) he's giving me the viral wholesale gummy bears that gave everyone the shits! conspiracy theory youtube shorts!!! bald men on podcasts and with hat wearing maga bestie!!! he's serving me pasta poked through winers and boiling them! he's 7-11 cold pizza! He's those shitty choco coins and rock candies in dispensers that are definitely expired but they dumped it in there threw away the package and just hope they dont get sued coz its a pain in the ass to clean! he's giving me pilf (papa i'd like to fuck) until you look at him in sunlight!

bestie i can't take it!

😭😭😭

- 🐝🖖

AHHHH bestie 😭😭😭😭

Look I know okay I knowwwww I’m literally an embarrassment 😭😭 it’s not the looks of Pete BRENNER it’s more the ~vibe~ of him that’s sexy okay??? It’s just when he was rapping it was hot and idk how to explain it 😭

Not Costco 😭😭 but you’re low-key right he does give a Costco vibe omfg

BHT LISTEN you just have to look at him NOT in direct sunlight, but in a dark room and you have to squint and tilt your head a bit, THEN you’ll see the daddy potential that I see!!!

[every-dayiwakeup]

I've got a few things to get off my chest:

🔵The next time I see anyone saying "yeah he died and apologized but it's still not enough" my response will be:

So tell Jesus that sacrifice isn't enough and neither is "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing".

Actions speak louder than words, and on top of that Billy's last words were an apology.

But I guess when you add it all up in the Catholic calculator, it means absolutely nothing.

Too much talk of change without mentioning the integral step for change, which would be getting Billy support and him leaving his abusers.

We write fanfictions where he gets to do that because canon would not give it to us, which is ultimately what fanfiction's sole purpose is.

Unpopular opinion maybe, but I don't think Billy is the one that needs to change here. I believe that his environment makes all the difference, and even then it sure as hell won't be easy.

There's nothing wrong with him, and I often see people overexaggerating "what he's done".

Why aren't other characters in the hot seat? Why specifically Billy? Why are any characters obligated to make up for whatever they've done?

Fiction gifts us escapism, and I've seen an uptake in people blurring the lines between the two.

I don't want Billy to change who he is, and I think it's kind of funny that to some, being in a relationship with Steve (or anyone) will "fix him". Let's not act like Steve Harrington doesn't repress his emotions. He's also like 19, and it makes no sense to me that anyone would want to be in a relationship with someone who's goal isn't to love you, but to "fix you" somehow until you're "worthy of love".

You're basically dating a therapist.

🔵Let Billy Hargrove be messy. Quite frankly other characters should be, too! He is a textbook abuse victim, and if you can't accept or bother to understand what abuse does to someone, that's a you problem.

Let characters make mistakes. Relating to Billy aside, I enjoy him because he stands alone among npc characters, and I firmly believe if not for the narrative:

not being able to handle him

trying to reduce him to a joke like damn near every other character (yes hahaha have a bunch of forty year olds creepily watch a teenager, and just for extra laughs let's make him look like a homewrecker and his groomer a feminist!)

framing said victim repeatedly as the big bad teenage "oh he's mature looking" boy (like we don't have enough of that bullshit 😒)

going directly against Dacre's Billy (pushing the whole womanizer thing for one... "happy screams" 😑)

guiding an immature audience to hating a character because he's not a main

refusing to condemn canon abusers while shitting on an abuse victim (for the love of fucking hell, if you feel the need to tell your audience who to hate and who to root for, then I guess you don't think you've done enough of a job as a writer)

... maybe just maybe viewers wouldn't hate or misunderstand Billy as much. Plus in addition to overexaggerating they also tell blatant untruths, so there's that.

I don't know about y'all, but I don't see the point in herding people to like or dislike characters. Let them come up with a conclusion on their own.

I wouldn't even give a flying fuck about what other characters in ST have done, had it not been for the general fandom demonizing one character while putting on their hypocrite hats and their bloated sense of self morality.

They act like Billy is worse than Vecna, Brenner, those bullies in season 1... They refuse to even bring up Neil, and conveniently "forget" that Billy was possessed for most of s3.

The only people I really see making excuses are Brenner and Vecna stans. Oh, and Jason, too.

I don't really care who stans who, but if we're going to keep playing this bullshit morality policing game (with fictional characters 💀), let's not act like the worst character on TV is Billy Hargrove.

Seriously, I can come up with a list of characters (Stranger Things included) who are worse.

The difference being it doesn't keep me up at night... because they're not fucking real.

[awesome-opossum-after-hours]

rewatching stranger things part 4! (s4 vol 1) this one may be a bit shorter bc it's such a recent season and I feel like people have pointed out most of this stuff already

-Brenner is still hiding out in Indiana, as seen on the license plate of one of the cars in his neighborhood

-the flashback is dated September 8th, 1979 specifically

-010 moves his eyes like Will did when he was possessed, using his "true sight"

-Henry got to Brenner, but apparently it takes about 5 fucking GUNSHOTS TO KILL THIS BITCH

-El has a pennant in her room of somewhere called Dynamite Falls

-Jonathan has a framed picture of him and Nancy, a red smiley face, and a poster of The Evil Dead in his room

-Will has a The Cure "Boys Don't Cry" poster, and a corkboard of his drawings

-the Lenora Hills mascot is an Eagle

-Mike has a One Way sign hanging up, and what looks like an Ozzy poster?

-Dustin's room did not really change, and his D- is in Latin

-you can kinda tell how much they're struggling not to laugh during the "boobies" car scene...love it

-I still feel like there's something with Ms Kelly

-Jason's jersey number is 12... that's so foul why'd they have to use my lucky number

-Eddie's eating some type of Chex Mix, looks like the original which is a solid choice

-the band kids are wearing their hats while eating lunch

-weeder

-thats totally Eddie's handwriting saying "GIMME HEAD TIL I'M DEAD" bc I saw a bts video from the set design crew where they showed a drawing of Vecna from Eddie's room, and the handwriting matches that and Corroded Coffin's logo

-Erica's character is a Rogue, which is one type that the original party did not have

-Chrissy has a brother

-Eddie and his Uncle seem to both be huge collectors, their trailer has lots of hats and mugs on display

-there's a stain on the ceiling of Eddie's room

-Chrissy and Eddie are both wearing white Reeboks

-what sort of significance does 4819 carry??? that's the house number of both Max's old house on Cherry Hill Lane in Hawkins, AND the Byers' house on Lonzo Way in Lenora!

-Jason spray painted his jersey number on the wall of the Hideout

-I wonder who started the whole trend of vandalizing Benny's Burgers and turning it into a teenager lounge? probably Tommy H and all them, maybe Billy had some involvement too

-the town marks Barb's death as the "start of Hawkins' downfall", despite the cover up being released a year after Will's disappearance

-despite not knowing how to skate, Mike was doing fine when he was skating over to El

-there's a Rick Sanchez in the Family Video system. WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB

-i think Mike's actions towards Will made me really hate him bc I've been in a lot of platonic situations like that. friendships faded bc of one-sided effort, but I always got blamed despite being the one to try and keep them up. it sucks, and I'm sure it sucks more when you're in the closet and crushing on said friend

-shut up Angela it doesn't look like El shit herself, that's gotta be real talent if she shat all over the FRONT of her dress.

-Rick has a box of Cheerios on his table, maybe from Eddie?

-the boathouse was not exactly a quiet place to hide, the floorboards were creaking with each step

-Eddie was literally SHAKING

-after Eddie lets Steve free, Steve has a dramatic recovery moment in the background. Robin can be seen comforting him, checking if he's okay

-there are so many demobats, and I wondered how we haven't seen them before? the only other time we see the outdoors in the Upside Down is in season 1, where Nancy goes to try to find Barb through the tree portal. guess I'll have to do another rewatch!

-FUCK I WROTE A LOT MORE AND NEVER SAVED IT SO ALL MY PRECIOUS AND HILARIOUS THOUGHTS GOT DELETED

-most of the characters wear watches. this is because it was the 80s and nobody had cell phones. who would've guessed?

-the rainbow room seems to really value arts and crafts

-half the walls of the Rainbow Room go from red to purple, the other half go purple to red

-"this place is not a prison" well then maybe decorate a little better down there Brenner it looks like shit

-I always thought that Steve tore the bat's head off with his dogs out but turns out he ripped the body like diagonally ew... like tail and wing from the head and the other wing

-why are they getting interrogated at the Wheeler's house when it's Dustin, Max, and Lucas

-Eddie awkwardly standing in the background while Steve gets bandaged🤪

-Eddie changed underwear from the time he was getting manhunted by the Justice Squad of Superjocks

-Nancy had a demobat land on her back and somehow did not get clawed

-Eleven's mom says "I love you" to her right before she's taken away

[farnwedel]

Das Leben braucht mehr Schokoguss 12 - Meeting the family

Oh, boy.

Kirsten, Fabians Schwester, gibt „Isabella“ die Hand, Elisabeth umarmt sie. Kirstens Mann stellt sich vor mit

„Ich bin Georg, Kirstens Eigentum“

o_O Bruder. What the fuck.

Mia fühlt sich ein bisschen unwohl, weil alles so schick ist. Wie bei Annette in der Wohnung, nur schlimmer und teurer.

Es gibt Essen. Als die Konversation irgendwann zum geheimen Familienrezept für den Nachtisch (Mousse au Chocolat) wandert, kippt die Stimmung etwas. Elisabeth nimmt es Kirsten nämlich übel, dass diese so tut, als hätte sie eine enge Bindung zu ihrem Großvater gehabt, was aber nicht der Fall war.

Dann erzählt Mia, dass sie eigentlich gar nicht Isabella heißt. Ihren echten Namen könne keiner aussprechen, deswegen habe sie sich einen ausgedacht und sei erst kürzlich von Isa zu Mia gewechselt. Kirsten und Georg finden das albern, Elisabeth springt ihr bei.

„Irgendwie passt Mia tatsächlich besser zu dir. Bei Isabella erwartet man irgendwie eher den Typ zarte Prinzessin“, bemerkt Kirsten. „Hat dir schon mal jemand gesagt, dass deine unbegründete Überheblichkeit deine unschönste Eigenschaft ist, mein Kind?“, fragt Elisabeth […].

Bodyshaming, girl-on-girl-hate und Familienzwist. So wird das gemeinsame Abendessen doch erst richtig stimmungsvoll, hm?

Fabian geht eine rauchen und Mia leistet ihm Gesellschaft. Er entschuldigt sich für Kirstens Verhalten. Sie erzählt ihm, dass Stefan die Stola genäht hat.

Auf dem Weg zur Toilette begegnet Mia einem kleinen Jungen, der aus seiner Zimmertür rausguckt, obwohl er eigentlich schon schlafen soll: Konstantinos Leonides Justinian Brenner, genannt Leon, Kirstens und Georgs Sohn. Bald nicht mehr der einzige, wie er Mia verrät. Das soll sie aber niemandem sagen.

Natürlich platzt sie kurz darauf damit heraus, weil Kirsten sie spitz fragt, ob Mia ihr nicht auch einen Wein einschenken wolle. (Der Wein ist alkoholfrei, das ist offenbar bisher niemandem augefallen.) Fabian rettet Mia, indem er behauptet, er habe Mia davon erzählt. Oma Zuckermann freut sich unerwarteterweise und in der allgemeinen Aufregung brechen Fabian und Mia auf.

Also, Mia ist ja wirklich ein bisschen tollpatschig (such a klutz haha *rawr* oder whatever), aber sowas einfach allen zu erzählen ist echt nicht okay. Schlimmer wär eigentlich nur, wenn der Chef bei der Weihnachtsfeier vor allen Leuten einen dummen Witz über die bis dahin nicht allen bekannte Schwangerschaft einer Mitarbeiterin macht.*

*völlig hypothetisches Ereignis, das ich definitiv nicht so miterlebt habe.

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#5

how that scene in the RV should have gone.

Steve: I want six kids

Nancy: I don't want kids at all

Steve: Hmm, guess we never talked about that kind of stuff when we were together, because we were, and still are, teenagers with a shitload of other stuff going on.

Nancy: I guess we're not really compatible on a lot of levels, and even though the nostalgia of first love is potent we shouldn't let it sway us into believing we should try again.

Steve: Yeah, you're probably right.

end scene

1,375 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#4

I'm gonna fucking say it: Billy is the least bad of the human antagonists on that fucking show. Those little shits in season one literally made Mike jump off a cliff while holding Dustin at knife point. Jason whipped up a vigilante mob and got himself a gun at the drop of a hat. Brenner kidnaps and tortures children. Henry is a literal serial killer before anyone ever interferes with the trajectory of his life.

1,472 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

#3

drives me up a wall that fanon interchangeably calls Steve the babysitter, big brother, and mom, like those aren't all wildly different vibes??

Anyway, the vibe Steve actually gives is oldest cousin still stuck at the kids table at a family reunion.

1,523 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#2

stranger things really screwed the pooch by never having a scene where all the siblings pairs (Mike and Nancy, Will and Jonathan, Lucas and Erica, Max and Billy, and Steve and Dustin) are having 5 simultaneous but separate, high volume arguments, while El and Robin just 👁👁 👁👁

(Steve and Dustin started in the only child group but they set each other off, and they lost their high ground spectacularly)

2,387 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

really truly cannot stand when Steve is painted as a fragile softboi who will crumble at an unkind word.

Steve is a (barely) reformed mean girl. His instinct is still going to be to bite back meaner. We literally see it as recently as season 4 when Dustin is getting too close to the bone, Steve goes too mean. He immediately cops to it and apologizes (because, reforming) but that's still how he's wired.

His skin is thick, his mouth is mean. Steve is a bitch (and I like him so much)

4,521 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

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SOKO Leipzig S24E5 - 8 liveblogging

Schatten der Vergangenheit

what. the fuck 'du willst doch nicht dass die NSA dir beim pullern zuguckt' xDD the fuuuuuuuuuuuuck a visceral fucking opener jesus christ INA :D schön dich mal wieder zu sehen moritz outfit = liebe moritz wieder mal am absperrband heben, der gentleman finds geil wie die beiden einfach nur am ideen spitballen sind draussen, anstatt halt.. zu ermitteln xDD lmao und die typen hören immer noch die gleiche musik hoodie <3333 was die immer mit flashback szenen haben 'Deutsche Partei für Deutsche'? ...jan. die jacke ist leider etwas hässlich 'ich muss jetzt zur arbeit'. du bist vorher HIN zu deinem haus gelaufen xDD oooh, hat moritz einen neuen holster?? nicht mehr der braune? lmao... was ist das für propaganda jetzt? ich hab fremde kennengelernt und die haben mein herz geöffnet uwu gott moritz <3 so hübsch 'das ist ne richtige liebesbeziehung zwischen dir und der zelle' XD MORITZZZZZZZZZZZZ kadsjkladsjl 'MHHH is aber lecker!' schön betont das wasser trinken xDD und wie er den typen mit schlucken wassern besticht damit er antworten gibt xDDD liebs JESUS moritz. the ragee und das licht ist nicht vorteilhaft xD ALTER MORITZ einfach mal so die autotür aufreissen und lässig hinlehnen ;-; wie süss die sind beim einzug XDD der makler da am rumlungern amira and her smol husband <3

Grosse Erwartungen

mal wieder wer am smoothies machen fuck you marc and your call lmao what a cunty running outfit lmao interesting song (Iggy Pop - Gold). not surprised that it's Leonard Cohen text ina warum hast du keinen schal dabei. hast doch sonst so schöne XDD mal wieder in dem fucking haus am filmen mit der schwarz-weissen küche und der weirden treppe warum ist da n roter ballon an der decke?? ...und jetzt episode 6 ist wieder voll winter? 4 war ja irgendwie nicht so? ??? 'sie wollten doch kinder kriegen' ? none makes sense XDD moritz so verwirrt von der tante 'ins fruchtbarkeitsyoga' w a s OH. yeah they never told moritz that jan bought and used the coke huh? mit was für nem vaseline filter habt ihr die szene aufgenommen? ;-; aww ina wie sie sagt dass sie jan vermisst finds ja geil wie erst gerade minusgrade sein sollten (weil es hat aktiv geschneit) und jetzt läuft moritz mit der flauschjacke aber hochgekrämpelten ärmeln rum. so frierst du dir die handgelenke ab xD urgh, that fucking grey filter XDDDD moritz. wie ne motte das blinkelicht am anstarren xD warum hast du das überhaupt am tisch?? XDDDD wie moritz sich aufregt über die beweislage, während kim full russenhocke aufm stuhl steht?? und ina nur 'ja danke herr brenner für diesen inspirierenden pep talk, und dann würd ich sagen zurück an die arbeit' XDD 'ich hasse euch alle' XDDDD XDDDD 'ich weiss gar nicht was ich jetzt suchen soll. was soll ich jetzt hier, am computer *auf tasten rumhau*' xDDD random einstellung von moritz wie er rückwärts aufen flur läuft. und dann wieder mal lässig an den kaffee automaten gelehnt. XDD und bisschen rumwandern im flur mit kaffee xDDD mini parkour für moritz :D XDDDDDD MORITZ DIE YOGA POSE AM VORZEIGEN. AUFM DREHSTUHL xD brich dir nix dabei xD

Ich sehe dich

omg kim und moritz zusammen aufm scooter :') bahaha und ina 'lässt euch nicht erwischen' xDD und geiler lemon tree remix im hintergrund <3333 ina. almost running someone over aww wie ina der frau n tee/kaffee macht in deren eigener wohnung xD fürsorglich wie immer damn bitch, you're strong (bc poledancing) boah aber immer noch so schlimme filter für die flashback szenen <3333 moritz am leiden wegen hangover xD wie kim ihm die haare wuschelt :3 same girlie 'soll ich mitkommen? das elend hier ist eh kaum zu ertragen' [...] 'hast du mich gerade elend genannt?' 'heul doch' XD und shoutout an die person im hintergrund am kaffeeautomat mit der echt wilden frisur 'stalker strafrechtlich verfolgen' ist auch schwierig auszusprechen hoLY SHIT ja hallooooo herr rehhäuser schön in der uniform gott und die stimme <3 'morgen. UÄÄ' xDDD 'gestern zu viele shots.' 'und sie halt auch nicht mehr 20' sabINE xD with the burn und sein blick dazu xDD 'uhu, lecker' xD sabine ist nicht marian. die gibt dir nicht einfach so pillen xD XDDD wie er die kopfschmerztabletten vom opfer nehmen will warum die pasteten im kühlschrank?! MORITZ xddddd WIE INA IHN WEGZIEHT VOM ZUHSCHAUEN (der poledance class) xDD löasdkladn was ist das für ein vogel?! wieder mal ein hässlicher schnauz xD XDDDD boah der typ XDD 'eine knackig, voll im saft stehende, attraktive, hochgewachsene blondine und nicht meine 50-jährige vertrocknete ex-freundin' ALTER wie eklig kann der typ sein xD UGHGGGG the wink. disgusting boah der typ ist so disgusting 'dann sagen sie der schlecht-gefickten bullenfotze mal ganz schnell wo sie gestern abend waren. sonst denkt die nämlich sie haben gar kein alibi' xDD sadaslkdjkasjdlk jaaa mehr vom polizisten <33 XDDDD moritz hach wie moritz nicht auf den sexistischen spruch vom anderen bullen eingeht und dessen fist bump und dann aber mit kimmie einen macht (mit explosion) für die retourkutsche dass kleider keine einladung sind <3 :O alter. box ina nicht du wixxer welp XDDDDD wie moritz ina den rücken streicht beim kotzen xD und schön brav nastuch dabei xDD kim am aufregen über dick pics XDDDD MORITZ. WIE ER DIE POLE DANCE STANGE VON OBEN NACH UNTERN MUSTERT ICH SCHREEIEEEE XDDDDDD MORITZ AN DER STANGE CRYING i KNEW the cop would be a dirty cop (well for datenbank checken) aw wie moritz das verschwiegen hätte. und ina einfach nur 'eh ne, ich muss das melden' xD ...hä moritz weiss doch das jan mist gebaut hat? warum war dann seine reaktion so komisch beim letzten mal als das aufkam mit dem herz?? 'hab gleich viel weniger schiss vor dir' 'na wenn das mal kein fehler ist' awwwww cop in zivil hach moritz AAAAH RETTIG DRAUSSEN, IN SCHAL UND MÜTZCHEN xDDD und kimmie und moritz in den gecheckten schals 'kommt nie einer drauf dass das n bulle is' xDD rude but true bby und wie rettig sich nach hinten duckt .....der typ hinterm baum.. aawww ina 'danke für den einsatz, das war richtig mutig von ihnen' nooo hot cop </3 it was obvious it had to be you but whyy also wtf did he install behind the light switch covers?? XDDDDDDD MORITZ MIT DEM BLAULICHT UND DEM HAPPIEST GRINSEN XD und wie ers wegstellt wegen ina xDD kleine motte <3 uff rehäuser why WSAJKLLKDJAS gott wie er sie rumträgt help unfortunately he's hot damn moritz <33333 awww wie doro ina umarmt

Mit einem Bein

what the fuck is happening in this opener xDD ..why is it filmed and edited this way xD leipzig really likes to get silly with it huh xD XDDDD kimmie am die haushälterin nachahmen xD 'alle spuren die der täter' 'eh, die täterIN' 'täterin? war das jetzt gegendert oder gibt es dafür wirklich anhaltspunkte' jan xDD boah und das fucking 'woosh' sound editing is SO bad and SO 2014 youtube xD moritz <33333333 okay er gibt einfach einen fick auf wärme xD wie hübsch er aber im schnee aussieht jetzt na das fucking piano klimpern XDD 'aber sie können etwas ausrichten' 'kann ich nicht' 'wieso?' 'er ist tot' 'tot? also, so richtig?' 'schon, ja' XDD the editing XDDD gott der fukcing flauschige weisse pulli <3 christ xDD what is happenin in this episode hallo an den staatsanwalt oder whoever das schon wieder ist AAAAH kim und jan aufm sofa, rücken and rücken am researchen :D das ist super süss XDDD wie kim moritz voll an den arm schlägt wo er sagt er geht in ein kickbox gym xDD XDDDD wie die alte in angreift was war das für ne fucking unterhaltubg xD und was ist mit der falsch? xD moritz hat echt ne fette schramme von der? xDDDD NOOOOOOOOO XDDDD 'ich dacht die frage gibts immer nur im fernsehen' cue moritz staring into the camera like that fucking groundhog meme, completed with 'woosh' sound effect jesus christ, leipzig. wer von euch hat gedacht das ist ne gute idee? xDD XDDD und ina moritz noch schön ins gesicht tappst xD XDDD WHAT IS HAPPENING THIS EPISODE XD AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DAFÜR KRIEGEN WIR NACKTE KIMMIE? (also ja mit badetuch) HOLY FUCK moritz ya fucking horndog xDDDDD stop sniffing xD XDDDD what is happening it's amazing how not even they are sure if they want to be fucking or not??? like, what is AAAAAAA ASJDSADJASKLDJAKSLDJ HELP ja shirtless moritz darf ruhig öfters rumlaufen lmao the 'it was all a dream' neon sign über ihrem bett. ja so fühlt sich die fucking episode an xD halb traum halb nightmare alter johannes. wer hat dir das erlaubt so auszusehen? XDD what is wrong with EVERYONE xDDD 'ihr kriegt das ganz gut hin. am abend nicht mehr über den fall zu reden' 'das liegt an moritz. der will am abend immer sofort ins bett' *moritz spuckt kaffee aus* xD very subtle my guy bhahaha und ina am 4d schach spielen weil sies genau weiss xDDD und jan weiss es.. nicht? xD help the fucking comical ass music cues. I can't with this fucking episode xD this has only been HALF THE EPISODE my fucking god moritz aufm sofa <3 awwww XDDD I swear to fucking god what has happened to the writers xDD moritz wie beim fucking therapeuten mit ina und das 'das erinnert mich immer mehr an zuhause' XDDDDD KIM WARUM BIST DU SO ÜBER DEN TISCH GESLIDED UND DANN EINFACH MAL AUF MORITZ BEINE AM SITZEN? XD ihr nehmts echt nicht soo ernst mit 'unauffällig bei der arbeit' XDD the editing is so stupid holy fuck gott sorry aber moritz blick mit hochgezogener augenbraue zu kimmie auf der couch/seinen beinen sabine nochmals mit dem täterin xD XDD moritz als rettig. neiiiiin xDD war das ne fucking halloween episode?? xD und die fucking glockenschlag edits auch immer THE JUMPCUT XDDD 'und deshalb ist rettig genial und wir nicht' xDD 'gib mir deinen schuh. [..] komm schon aschenbrödel, zier dich nicht so' xD what is haaaapppeeeeniiiiiiiingggggg xD 'kaffee?' 'is leider aus' 'ach ne :(' xD again, what the fuck is happening xD sushi!!!! :D aaaaaaaaaaaaah moritz' blicke zu kim <33 und wie ina einfach so done mit ihnen ist xDD XDDDDDDDDDDDDD omfg jan ist clueless und ina immer noch am 4d schach spielen xD gott die zwei auch einfach <3 lmao das einbuchtungsfoto die tochter hat ne schöne jacke XDDDD '[die schramme] kommt eigentlich ganz gut an' bad boy moritz

[spicyspiders]

Thank you for being the heart and soul of 001xmale reader fics I was wondering if I could get a really aggressive reader who is trapped in the facility and hates it and everyone in it but 001 takes interest in him and starts to build a relationship with him and starts to develop feelings for him and eventually 001 confesses ending with them getting together?

Saying that I'm the heart and soul of 001 x male reader fics is so funny yet so sweet :') Hope you enjoy!

Good morning sir, how are we feeling today?” Dr. Brenner asked when he entered the room. At your silence, he asked another question, “are you going to cooperate with us today?” He asked, staring you down intently. 

“Why should I?” You finally answered. 

“He speaks!” Dr. Brenner exclaimed, paying no mind to your eye roll at the outburst. He was used to it by name. Dr. Brenner pulled out a chair to sit in front of you, close enough to where his knees were almost touching yours, “you know, all we want to do is help you,” he smiled softly. 

“By forcing me into this facility to be used as a lab rat?” You had trouble controlling the anger from rising in your voice. You had never been angry like this before, but after spending months in the facility, you began to change, becoming a more angry, guarded person. 

Dr. Brenner let out a light chuckle, “I guess not,'' he glanced away for a long moment, staring down at the briefcase you just now noticed he had brought in with him, “even though you are our most uncooperative patients, there is much we have learned from you,” he looked back up at you, an excited look in his eye. 

“What’s in the case?” You asked. 

A slow smile stretched across Dr. Brenner’s face, it made you feel uneasy, “it’s funny you should ask,” he picked up the briefcase and put it in his lap. He opened it slowly, keeping it facing him, “I have an experiment just for you.”

You didn’t respond, only kept glancing from his face to what he held in his lap, trying to convince yourself that you weren’t getting scared.

What Dr. Brenner pulled out was a collar, and as if on cue, one of the workers of the facility came into the room. He was a burly man, obviously hired by the facility for his physical strength. Whatever this collar was, it was bad news. 

Before your parents had discovered your powers and had forced you in here, even though you were legally a grown fucking adult, collars and hats never made you nervous, they were inanimate items, they couldn’t hurt you. But now, after being taken prisoner to this facility, the very thought of them made you feel uneasy.   

This collar looked different from the ones that had been used on you before, what Dr. Brenner held in his hands looked simply like a sleek, black collar, but you knew there was likely more to it than that. 

“You like the color black, don’t you?” Dr. Brenner asked sarcastically. 

“It does go with everything,’ you tried to play along, maybe if you played nice he would just put it back in his briefcase you wouldn’t have to see it again. All it did was get a chuckle out of Dr. Brenner, and even earned a low one from the guard that stood at the door.

You were on your feet the second Dr. Brenner started inching closer, “what does it do?” You asked. 

Dr. Brenner didn’t respond, only let out a long sigh and glanced at the guard. 

“Tell me what it does!” You yelled when the guard started moving forward towards you.

You ended up with your back pressed against the wall behind you, held down by the guards' heavy weight. You thrashed under his heavy weight and even the guard let out a few grunts of exertion, “this will help with that,” Dr. Brenner said lowly to himself when he managed to get the collar locked around your neck.

Once the collar was around your neck, you felt an intense itch under your skin, like your powers were just under the surface trying to claw their way out, but then it all went still, the feel going as quickly as it came.

You felt your knees buckle below you, “get him into the chair,” Dr. Brenner said to the guard.

“What did you do to me?” You gasped out. 

“It feels better, doesn’t it?” Dr. Brenner asked, “this collar suppresses your powers, and it looks like I was right,” he sounded triumphant, “it helps with the anger too.” He smiled down at you.

“You motherfucker,” you said, still trying to get your breathing under control. 

You had to control yourself not to smile when you watched the smile fall from Dr. Brenner’s face, “guess we’ll still have to work on that,” he muttered. “Let’s go,” he said to the guard, and you watched as they both went to the door. 

“I’ll get this fucking collar off!” You screamed after them. The door closed with a click, and then you were alone with an overwhelming stillness that you hadn’t felt since you discovered your powers.

-

You were dozing off by the time the door opened again, but this time, it wasn’t Dr. Brenner or the same guard from earlier. It was Peter Ballard.

Peter wasn’t the worst of all of the workers at Hawkins. He didn’t bother you, and you didn’t bother him. 

“Dinner,” he announced after he came in. It was then that your stomach decided to announce itself with a loud growl, but you were too exhausted to feel embarrassed. Peter gave a light chuckle at the noise, “looks like I came just in time,” he tried sending you a warm smile, but it quickly fell from his face when he saw the glare you gave in return.

“Thanks,” you murmured when he sat the tray down on the table in the room.

Peter sent a light smile your way before heading back to the door. When you still felt his presence in the room, you looked up to see him watching you. 

“What?” You asked, you didn’t like others watching you eat.

“Dr. Brenner gave it to me, says it neutralizes my powers,” you gestured to your neck where the black collar laid snuggly around it. 

Peter nodded, and you watched as his eyes flicked down to the collar before looking back up into your eyes. His eyes were filled with sadness as he looked at you, but before you could question it, he opened the door and left the room. 

It was a weird interaction, but being that you were hungry and exhausted, you dug into the shitty facility food the moment the door shut.

Soon after some time had passed and your tray was empty, Peter slipped back into the room. “Almost time for lights out,” he said after entering. “Come on, I’ll take you to your room,” he held the door open and waited for you to comply. 

“What about this?” You held up the empty tray. 

“Just leave it. Someone else will grab it,” he gave you another one of his soft smiles.

“Or I could knock you out with it and run out the door you’re leaving open,” you responded, testing him. 

Peter didn’t falter, but a look of sadness did flicker in his eye for a quick moment, “you don’t want to do that,” he said quietly. You couldn’t tell what he meant by it, if it was a threat, a warning, or something else entirely. 

You stood slowly from the chair and placed the tray where you just sat, keeping an eye on Peter the entire time. He still stood there, it was almost menacing. 

You followed him out into the familiar halls. It wasn’t new for you to be escorted throughout the facility, usually after picking a fight with a guard or one of the patients, but you weren’t used to walks that were almost entirely quiet. 

“Here we are,” Peter announced when you stepped up to your door. It annoyed you, you had been here for some time now, you didn’t need an announcement to know where you were, especially not your own room. 

“Goodnight.”

You were almost entirely in your room when the single word stopped you in your tracks. The word made your throat ache in a way that it hadn’t for a long time now, and you had to clear your throat before forcing out a response.

“Goodnight,” you whispered. You never thought a word you had read, heard, and said so many times before could now have such an effect on you. You didn’t look at Peter after responding, only sat down on your bed with your back to the doorway where he stood. It was a long moment before you heard the door close, a small part of you wanting to know what Peter was thinking before he finally decided to leave and close the door.

-

After that day, you started to see a lot more of Peter. You probably already saw him a lot given how little of the facility you would see each day, but now you actually began to pay attention to how often you would see him. 

“May I join you?” 

“Why?” You asked. In your time at the facility, you have never seen an employee sitting at one of the lunch tables with a patient. You weren’t sure if you wanted to start now. 

“Because I want to sit with you,” Peter responded, an edge to his voice making it sound like that was an obvious answer that you should have already known. 

“I don’t like eating with other people,” you said, hoping he would just go away. 

He didn’t. “You don’t have anything left to eat.”

He had you there, “fine,” you grumbled out. 

Satisfied, he pulled out one of the chairs and sat down. Peter’s food looked almost as bland as what the patients were served. You sat while Peter ate in silence, you would occasionally glance his way, getting caught staring by Peter almost every time. 

“Did Brenner put you up to this?” You asked when Peter was done eating. 

“I told you I wanted to sit with you,” Peter repeated. 

You scoffed, “If you’re going to be fucking annoying can you at least take this collar off?” You asked angrily, slumping over onto the table, both arms resting in front of you. If you were going to continue to be locked in this facility, you at least wanted to feel like yourself again. 

“I wish I could,” Peter responded sadly, he placed his arms down on the table, his brushing yours. It made you startle and straighten up back into your seat. When you looked up, Peter was watching you, an unreadable look in his eye.

-

Weeks went by. Peter still escorted you everywhere and sat with you to eat, you even started eating in front of him. When Peter first took notice, he kept smiling a stupid smile that you wanted to slap off, which you reminded him of. 

“Stop smiling,” you hissed. 

The first time you ate in front of him was also the first time you heard him laugh. 

-

Soon, you found yourself back with Dr. Brenner.  

“No bodyguard this time?” You asked. 

Your breath caught in your throat when instead of responding, he unlocked the collar from around your neck. You looked up at him with wide eyes, now clutching the naked skin of your neck.

“Mr. Ballard told me you’ve been on good behavior.” You still stared at him, wide-eyed. “I won’t be running any tests, for now, we need to let your body rest and recover to your abilities coming back.” With that, Dr. Brenner left. 

And back to your routine, Peter now stood in the doorway where Dr. Brenner had just left. 

You pushed past him, you could feel a headache coming on, probably as a result of the collar coming off. 

The rush of it felt uncomfortable. You just wanted to be left alone, but Peter wouldn’t let that. Once you were in your room, you turned and found him inside close behind you. 

“Why can’t you just fuck off?” You asked. Something was rising, but you couldn’t tell what it was.

“You don’t want that,” Peter said. 

“Don’t tell me what I want!” You yelled, your powers expanding around you in all directions. Peter didn’t move, and that made you all the angrier. 

Peter stepped up to you, placing both hands on your shoulders tightly, “tell me what you want then,” he whispered. 

“I want to know why you care,” what you felt was rising came in the form of hot tears running down your face. You were so angry and sad. Sad and angry at the way Dr. Brenner could put you in that collar, leave it on for weeks, and then take it off without worry about the repercussions. Sad and angry at how before you had the collar on, you hated everyone in the facility, and you didn’t want to admit it, but you now cared for one of them. “I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered, “with the collar off I will.”

Peter’s fingers felt soft on your skin as he brushed your tears away. His hands felt so big, like they would consume you, but all he did with them was use them to cup your face and tilt your head up so he could press his lips to yours.

It made you cry harder. You hadn’t been kissed for a long time, and now you feared you would disappoint Peter with your inexperience. But Peter kept brushing your tears away as they fell and kept kissing you and kissing you and kissing you.

[frog4278]

Hi hello I am here to spread @dawg3i and I's Stranger Things monster AU propaganda

So far the monsters we have are:

Mike - Gargoyle

Will - Wizard (I know he's canonically 'zombie boy' but this works)

Dustin - Gorgon

Lucas - Zombie

Max - Oni

El - Anomaly

Steve - Werewolf

Robin - Werecat

Jonathan - Poltergeist

Nancy - Vampire

Billy - Straight up devil

Eddie - Vampire

Argyle - Kappa

Joyce - Witch

Hopper - Werewolf

Suzie - Possessed dummy doll (Think Slappy)

Jason - Werewolf

Chrissy - Fairy

Angela - Pixie

Dr. Brenner - Warlock

001 and the other lab kids - Anomaly

El's whole anomaly thing is that the anomaly is a hybrid of a bunch of other monsters and some nasty Upside Down stuff. So the anomaly is covered in vines that act as armor and the main body is kinda smokey like the Mind Flayer.

[El's anomaly form. 001's form is more white. The anomaly towers over werewolves and causes mass destruction wherever it goes]

The Party didn't know any of this in s1 of course. They just thought El was a weird bald fairy (She started out as a fairy when she was born prior to becoming an experiment. After she lost her abilities post s3 she had to learn how to actually be a fairy and cue the s4 bullying) Honestly Lucas and Dustin were relieved when she disappeared after going into her anomaly form to defeat the demogorgon because what the fuck

Mike, after El disappears: EL WHERE DID YOU GO

Lucas: Maybe this was for the better uhahah whatthefuckwasthat

Dustin: nonoyeahhhhaaha I think this is for the best

Other misc notes because this whole post is a mess. Dustin wears a hat because of his snake hair and he's tried to turn Ted to stone multiple times bc he keeps forgetting Ted is already stone (Ted's also a gargoyle). Gargoyle Mike. Mock. Or Rike. Dustin names all of his snakes and names one of them Dart for honor. Mike says he can totally use his wings but he's a filthy liar. He’s like totally able to fly he just can’t right now cause of reasons. Shut up. Vampires can go out into the sun and moonlight by wearing certain rings made by witches/wizards/basically any magic handler (Think Vampire Diaries). The Wheelers got theirs from the Byers and Eddie was able to get fashionable ones. Erica's the type of zombie that will crawl on walls n shit. Lucas’ bed is just. A bed of dirt and a tombstone. A tombstone with a single Micheal Jordan poster taped to the headstone. Fairy Chrissy has those cottagecore vibes.

Pre s1 Steve and s1 Steve would take any moment to shift into his wolf form. It was an ego protector and a huge thing to show off his strength and intimidate people. But then Jonathan (A fucking ghost) put his ego in place and made him tone down on the shifting. It made Steve realize that no matter what there's something bigger and worse than him that can kill him.

Anyways s2 Steve was very clear about changing every now and then for specific purposes or emergencies. Cue Dustin going "Holy shit can I PLEASE see your wolf form please please please" and Steve's like "shut the fuck up"

None of the kids had seen his wolf form so they kinda always pestered him about it. During the demodog standoff he didn't even change then, only making his arms go halfway for strength purposes. During his fight with Billy, he only changed when Billy started attacking the kids. He WOULD'VE won if Billy hadn't had silver brass knuckles. Billy almost murdered him. Steve now has burn mark esque face scars from Billy's silver brass knuckles.

Jason is like s1 Steve and transforms all the time. Jason’s wolf form is unusually smaller. People don’t know much werewolves so there’s nothing to compare to and everyone just thinks he's huge but in reality Steve’s form is like 7ft while Jason's is 6'3".

In The Party and Hellfire's DnD games humans just have extensive lore since they're so uncommon in their world. They all have overpowered humansonas.

Will is the most naturally 'human' looking out all of them except for maybe the vampires. His inhuman features are stuff like pure purple eyes, claws, pointed ears, purple scales, and that thing evil characters have where there's black stuff on their hands and feet. That but purple and not evil. He also has that on the tips of his ears.

Steve's type is just. Vampires. I can't blame him. Even when Eddie and Nancy are in their bat forms Steve and Robin go heart eyes. Their tails wag whenever Eddie or Nancy enters the room. They try to hide it but it never works. They lean up against a wall when they walk in and they don’t say anything but they have a silent understanding. The way Robin finds out about Steve’s little crush is when Eddie and him are talking at Family Video and his tail is going 90mph. Steve finds out about Robin's crush on Nancy when he starts noticing that she has a death grip on her tail only when she’s talking to her. She blames it on anxiety or just a fidget like chewing your nails but they both know she’s a terrible liar. Also stuff like her ears perking up when Nancy's talking, her pupils widening, and purring.

Will is just a little guy. A lad. He can fulfill his life long dream of casting fireball. Joyce mentors him in his magic.

[There he is!]

Vampires probably can't smoke weed so RIP Eddie I guess. Pixies have simpler wings than fairies, like a translucent color. Fairies got them patterned pretty ones. Angela lowkey has a boring look but don't tell her that or she'll kill you. Pixies and fairies also carry around magic Tinker Bell style.

Gargoyle Mike cannot win a fight despite being a literally chunk of stone. He just freezes up. He has no idea what to do other than tackle. After he tackles you he tries to put on as much dead weight as he can. Just render them down until they give up. During his fight with Billy in s3 at the pool Billy chucks him through the wall. Possessed demon beats the shit out of a living boulder.

Max, just witnessing Mike get thrown through a fucking wall: a

Every time Dustin comes across a wild snake he wants to adopt it. It is his now. It just follows him home and everyone has to deal with it.

Lucas: Dustin can you like. Not bring those in here

Dustin, wrangling like four or more snakes in his arms: Oh wow. Okay so this isn’t a safe space

The Castle Byers scene. Oh boy. You know how in ianowt Sydney got overwhelmed and she just like. Screamed into the forest and shit blew tf up around her. Will does that. He just sits there in the rain as Castle Byers turns to rubble

Aight that's all we have for now bye

Oh and here's some art by dawg3i go reblog all of their stuff right now

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i’m literally so unwell. it’s almost 6 am. here are my st livewatch thoughts:

THEY PLAYED CALIFORNIA DREAMIN FOR THE CALI GANG’S INTRODUCTION. I LOVE BEING RIGHT

eddie munson i desire you carnally

why is murray such a whore this season. i’m not judging i’m just curious

that’s it i need that stupid grandfather clock. i need it

why the fuck do the munson’s have so many hats on their wall

jonathan “good boy” byers

SO TRUE ARGYLE HE’S SUCH A GOOD BOY

“hi murray :D” jonathan byers i would kill for you

i’m gonna eat enzo’s little bitchboy moustache

robin and nancy are literally two halves of a whole autism

nancy makin fun of robin’s running. my smile hurts

THE RUNNING UP THAT HILL SCENE MADE ME FUCKING SOB LIKE A BABY. I FEEL LIKE I’M GONNA DIE. MAX MAYFIELD I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU

what the FUCK is brenner wearing. what the FUCK

his suit is so fruity i love it

i’m gonna throw up i’m gonna kill everyone that even looks at el what the fuck. i’m gonna chew brenner’s toupee off

NANCY MAX BONDING NANCY MAX BESTIES NANCY MAX INTERACTION

CAN EL CATCH A MOTHERFUCKING BREAK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHAT THE FUCK. I’M GOING TO KILL

SAM OWENS I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU HOW DARE YOU

jamie campbell-bower u are so creepy and hot <33

argyle and jonathan deserve to kiss. just a little kiss it won’t hurt anyone

omg okay byeler bonding and saying deep shit together on top of a car, paralleling jonathan and nancy doin the same in s2. so very true besties

omg no hopper can’t be blaming himself for sarah’s death. noooo sad little bald man :(

can yuri like die already lol

murray canonically beat the shit out of a teenager. obsessed with this man

stranger things more like trauma things amirite haha. i’m in pain

are these idiots not even going to change out of their funeral attire. theyre gonna get their clothes dirty

dustin u are so annoying <3 said with love and affection

YES YES STONCY CRUMBS THANK GOD I HAVE SOME SUBSTANCE

steve babygirl you are SOOOOOOO stupid i love you

kate bush the true hero of stranger things

okay in the creel house scenes sometimes max’s collar is up and then it’s down in the very next shot. poor direction on the duffers’ part. 0/5 stars /j

i’m so glad that brett gelman gets to throw his whole gelussy into his performance this season. literally good for him

how dare brenner boop el’s nose. i’m going to throw a fit

omg steve looks so good in that mustard sweatshirt. im so fucking gay

this mormon house is literally my worst fucking nightmare

THEY MENTIONED KALI. THEY SHOWED US BABY KALI AGAIN

LUMAX STAN ROBIN REAL

let me guess the lab’s freaky orderly is 001. if i’m wrong i’ll be upset

“what’s the internet” “don’t worry about it” best interaction of the season

“your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital waoaiauh”

steve babygirl please don’t drown

FUCK nancy’s awesome fit has just been ruined i’m so fucking upset. my girl looked so good

SCRATCH THAT SHE LOOKS BETTER LIKE A FERAL WET CAT BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF DEMOBATS

owens and brenner are so divorced

el deserves to get her powers back tenfold and kill brenner in every horrific and painful way possible. like as a treat

NANCY BANDAGING STEVE’S WOUNDS AND ASKING IF ITS TOO TIGHT PARALLELING HER BANDAGING JONATHAN’S CIT HAND IN SEASON ONE. STONCY REAL I’M TELLING YOU STONCY REAL

nancy wheeler has guns. in her bedroom

are hopper and enzo gonna fuck. and then is enzo gonna die

ugh they better not keep harping on about steve getting back together w nancy if theyre not gonna make stoncy happen. i’ll throw up if they just revert back on themselves and make steve/nance happen again and just shit on jonathan’s character

WAIT THE FLASHCARDS FROM SEASON ONE. WAIT WAIT THE GOOFY PLUSHY WAIT I CAN’T COPE WITH THESE CALLBACKS I’M GONNA BE SICK

what the fuck i can’t believe the time travel theories were kind of right

omg are they finally gonna explain how will communicated in s1 when he was in the upside down omg this shit RULES

oh god the “hi” scene is gonna kill me

can officer callahan like die already i fuckin hate that guy lol. and the irony of him doing a carrie reference by calling the kids “little pigs” isn’t lost on me

ARE. ARE THEY SERIOUSLY IN A BOILER ROOM. THESE FUCKERS LOVE NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET SO MUCH

i fucking CALLED it i KNEW the creepy orderly was 001 i fucking KNEW IT

NANCY NO NO NO NO NANCY WHAT THE FUCK NANCY BABY NO WHAT THE FUCK NANCY NO NO WHAT NO BABY WHAT THE FUCK NO I’M GONNA FUCKING THROW UP PLEASE GOD NO NO WHAT THE FUCK NO NO PLEASE NO NANCY BABY IF THEY KILL MY GIRL I WILL BE OUT FOR BLOOD

wait omg omg what wait. jamie cambell bower is also the freaky creel kid

NOOOOOOO POOR BUNNY NOOOOOO POOR LITTLE BABY BUNNY RABBIT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

omg brenner’s brown wig is so fuckin stupid looking

omg theyre literally doing revenge of the sith. that’s LITERALLY what they’re doing

lol the cgi. bestie no

THAT’S IT ???????????????

[allaboardtheussharringrove]

So I went to this^ the Stranger Things Drive-Into Experience recently, and it was..... totally awesome!!! (in my opinion, but I’m very easily entertained though so🤷‍♀️) Here’s my run-through/review for anyone that can’t go to the dang thing🤗

But I will be spoiling some things from the experience/possible hints they gave about s4, so if you’re planning to go before it closes out or just not into spoilers *scroll awaayyyyy my friend*

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Alrighty then! So, when you scan you’re ticket they tune you in to a radio station that is broadcasting the show. And first thing you see after you get ushered into the numerous lanes is the CAMARO😱

Complete with tire smoke and conveniently placed in front of the Scoops Ahoy sign🤔😏 But this is supposed to be like you’re driving up to the mall with all the shit going on at the end of s3

Except when you pull up to their actual “mall” they have this (kinda goofy) pre-show deal hosted by a Mr. Clarke lookalike and some very enthusiastic Jazzercise people. And since you’re supposed to be at Starcourt, they have this little menu of themed concessions (mostly Scoops stuff🍦) that you can have delivered to the car.

Anyway, the show is cute- they’ve got Will, Mike, Lucas, El and Max talking to Mr. Clarke and doing trivia for the audience. Not to mention that the kids come out and interact with the cars. Max waved awkwardly at us and it was great lol

THEN when you get the go ahead, you tune into another radio station with Murray telling you what’s up. Basically, Russians have infiltrated Hawkins and Starcourt Mall, opened a gate and the gang (basically just Scoops Troop) is trying to fix things.

You drive up through a parking garage, and the first level you stop at is the Russian lab.🚨

Then Steve and Robin come out and try to shut down the big machine or whatever and have to hide from the Russian soldiers. Dustin drives a little cart around in circles yelling wildly, a demogorgon comes out and starts terrorising cars.....

I actually didn’t pay that much attention cause a Russian guard dude was teasing me for having a snack while I watched the show, tried to get the demogorgon to come scare me specifically, and it ended up chasing him away😂

And STEVE HARRINGTON FLIRTED WITH ME!!😫😭😍 it was great, before they closed out this part of the show his voiceover did the “ahoy ladies” bit and the guy playing Steve was all winking at me and did the ‘call me’🤙 thing~ I was honestly distracted the rest of the show cause all I could think was I FLIRTED WITH STEVE HARRINGTON😱💖🤯

NEXT you drive into the upside dooowwwnn *spooky* they’ve got the black vines, blue lighting, and fake snow acting as those little white floaties😯

They direct you to pull up in front of a big screen where you watch a montage of Will being lost in the upside down and possesed by the mind flayer (a recap of the upsetting parts of seasons 1 & 2)

Then everything turns RED, they start playing the haunting synth theme of the flayed in season 3 and there’s another shorter montage of Billy getting flayed and people melting into the flesh monster (I think? again, I’m already distracted by what happened with Steve and I was mostly trying to focus on every little deta about Billy at this point lol)

And for the finale, you pull up on the roof of this parking garage which is decked out to look like the inside of Brimborn Steelworks😳

Since we were the last car in the whole fucking crowd we missed the first half of Billy’s monologue😒 but it was when he was talking to El, the “we built this for you” speech which is just extra haunting when it’s blaring through your car speakers...

Then Eleven rises through the air and spins down, like she was falling through the void⬛️ (it was awesome) and you watch another montage all about El’s story: her captivity at the lab and with Brenner, escaping and meeting the boys, everything with the gate- it’s really just a recap of the show but it’s cool cause they act a lot of it out in front of the screens.

There’s this cute bit where there’s several different sets of actors playing Hopper & El, and they act out all the things they did while cleaning up and then living in the cabin~🧹🕺👻

Then Billy comes back all fully possesed and with a vengeance, and here’s where I freaked a little, it looks like they have a battle of powers !!!!!!! Like, Billy has his hand outstretched towards El and she gets pushed down to the ground by an unseen force, until she gathers her strength and fights back.

I was distracted by Billy having telekinesis there for a minute so the next thing I knew, he was floating up in the air and we had to watch him die😞 and Max came out sobbing, and there was hugging and scoops troop came out to comfort the kids- and I think Billy just disappeared(? which, rude)

Then Dustin and Suzie performed never ending story ah aah ahh ah aah ahh ah aah aaaaahhh✨😐

And the cars start to exit, but there was this video playing that looked like security camera footage of the “LYNX mall delivery guys” aka Russians loading an unconscious Hopper into a van in the mall parking lot🚐 😲

Also worth noting that the exit song was Enola Gay by Orchestral Manouvers in the Dark, and the VIBE of that song just fit stranger things so well ohmygod I’m still floored it was so good🎶

On your way out you go buy merch and it gets delivered to your car, I got an authentic scoops hat which is honestly super comfortable🤓⚓️ and then you can (kinda anticlimactically) take a picture of the stranger things logo (which we did and got yelled at for taking too long trying to get our lopsided Polaroid oops😬📸)

And that was my experience👍 If anyone else went and has points/details I missed PLEASE share cause ya know...Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington fried my brain, so 😅