#jane hopper imagine

[harringroveera]

For a long time, Billy assumed coming out would be hard. It was actually slightly easier now once he had come to terms with it.

With the kids, they were fine. Half of them didn’t give a shit. With his friends, they were all supporting him as expected. With his mom, Billy had never doubted for a second that Joyce would be anything but happy for him. And he was right. She even baked him a rainbow cake.

The hardest part was coming out to his dad.

It took him a year to call Jim Dad on a random Tuesday night dinner when his dad asked him to pass the bread. He thought telling the man he was gay would be easy peasy lemon squeezy. It was actually hardy struggly lemony not-easy-at-all.

But when his dad opened his arms and held him ever so tightly there, Billy realized he was just overthinking it. Jim wasn’t Neil. Thank fuck he wasn’t. He hugged Billy for as long as Billy wanted to, until Billy cried into his shirt like a little kid. He was sure Dad cried a bit too. And Mom. And Jane. Everyone cried.

As it turned out, coming out wasn’t all that hard for Billy.

[bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove]

The Second I Met You - S.Harrington

Summary- Steve is used to being alone for the holidays until he doesn’t have to be anymore. After befriending Dustin’s old babysitter, Y/N becomes an important part of his life, someone he can’t imagine being without, someone he has loved since the second he met her.

Warnings - Mentions of Steve's shitty parents, Female Reader, Use of Y/N, Steve isolates himself to cope, (let me know if I missed any)

Author's Note - Welcome to Day 2 of my 25 days of fics! I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know about any mistakes in my writing! I want to improve!

Word Count : 1037

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It was known around Hawkins that Steve Harrington had rich parents, said boy taking advantage of that in high school. However, it wasn’t very known that his parents were not the most present in his life. He never had a good childhood or one that was worth remembering. He never had fun on family vacations when they used to do that because his mother was too worried about his father cheating. So holidays were even worse, he usually spent them alone, getting take out and watching shitty television. He never had any holiday traditions, until Y/N.

Y/N was Dustin’s neighbor and old babysitter, he remembered her from high school, graduating the same year together but he never talked to her. Once Steve had befriended the Henderson boy and his band of misfits, he unintentionally befriended the girl. On top of that, he had befriended Eddie Munson, a boy who he never imagined being friends with.

Y/N had a similar situation to Steve, her parents were never home and she was often alone, however her parents weren’t filthy rich like Steve’s were. So every holiday, she would host all of her friends at her house and have a little holiday party or gathering. So this year for Christmas eve, she had invited all of her friends over to her house for a party.

Her house was on the smaller side so it felt a little cramped with everyone there but they all made do. All of the younger kids were hanging out together in the living room, the couches filled with Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Will, Max and El. The older teens were scattered around the house, Eddie and Gareth talking in the kitchen by the snacks, Robin and Nancy were sitting in the small dining room laughing and Steve was sitting in the backyard away from everyone. He was overwhelmed, going from no plans for the holidays to constant get togethers with his friends. Sure he loved his friends but sometimes he just needed to be by himself, to be alone like he was used to.

He was outside for a good 15 minutes before he heard the door open behind him and shut again. “What are you doing out here all by yourself handsome?” Y/N’s voice rang out behind him.

“Just needed some time alone,” He replied.

“Oh, do you want me to leave you alone?”

“No, I like your company.” She took that as an invitation to sit, so she sat right next to him, their thighs touching.

“You wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” Y/N asked him gently, bumping her shoulder into his.

“I don’t really know. A lot, I think I’m just used to being alone so it’s weird to be surrounded by so many people, y’know?”

“I do know. I was so used to being alone especially on the holidays that I became a person I didn’t know. That’s why I started doing these parties. I wanted to be with people I love instead of sinking deeper into my mind and making myself sad,” She explained. 

“That makes sense, so you surround yourself with people you love to make you feel better.” She let out a hum of agreement before resting her head on his shoulder. 

“Stevie, can I ask you something?” She questioned.

“Of course you can.”

“Why do you isolate yourself so much? Don’t get me wrong, I love my alone time but I can’t be alone constantly. Is this an active choice or is it something that just kinda happens?”

“ I think I’m scared of getting hurt, or being used for my parents' money. In a way its both an active choice and something that happens. Like, I love Dustin but sometimes I feel like I’m being used because of my car,” Steve explained, “I feel like I’m being stupid.”

“You’re not being stupid. You have very valid feelings, trust me I get it, these rugrats use me for rides constantly too. It’s part of the whole acting like an older sibling to the kids thing.”

The two of them kept talking for a while outside until it got too cold so they went back inside. All of the younger kids went home, Robin and Nancy too just leaving Gareth, Eddie and Steve. Steve usually spent the night at her house after a party because they would usually sit up and talk until the sun came up. The two of them retreated to her room after she told Gareth and Eddie that they could crash at her house if they wanted to, they knew where everything was. 

Y/N and Steve sat on her bed and continued their conversation. She was happy to get some more information about Steve and why he acted the way he does. She understood him better than she thought, they were more similar than they originally thought. She looked at the alarm clock next to her bed, the time ready 1:06 A.M, “Merry Christmas Stevie,” She smiled sleepily at him.

“Merry Christmas beautiful,” He returned a similar grin before letting out a slightly obnoxious yawn.

“Do you have to yawn like that? Like a dying cat?” She joked with a giggle.

“Only to annoy you,” He chuckled back. She laid herself down on her bed, waiting for Steve to follow suit. When he did, she tucked herself into his side, resting her head on his chest and listened to his heart. “Wanna know something?” He asked, she enjoyed hearing the rumble of his voice from his chest.

“Yeah, tell me anything,” She replied, her voice sounding sleepy to him.

“I have always had a crush on you, since the second I met you in the first grade.” She perked up at the confession, sitting up slightly to look in his eye, a smile on her face.

“Really?”

“Yeah really.”

“I’ve felt the same way since the second I met you.”

The two of them settled back into the bed, both of them falling into a peaceful sleep despite Gareth and Eddie playing loud music and laughing loudly in the living room. They both had admitted their feelings, a huge weight getting lifted from both of their shoulders.

[plussizefantasia]

What More?

Flufftober Day 8: Rainy Days

Jim Hopper x reader, El Hopper & Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

AN: I really like how this one turned out! I love it when I'm able to kind of switch POVs like I did in this one. If you enjoyed reading this or any of the other flufftober fics I've put out, please support me by reblogging! Anyway, See y'all tomorrow.

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When you woke up this morning it was to the sound of rain pattering against the roof of Hop’s cabin and the man himself gone from the bed you shared. You treasure the rain, Hop thinks it's kind of ridiculous how much you love the rain. When it was storming you would stop whatever you were doing and sit at the window with a blanket while you watched the downpour.

 Today is no different, when you hear the shower outside you drag yourself out of bed. Taking the covers with you and walking into the bigger room of the cabin that held Hopper's big laz-y-boy chair and your own plush chair that you brought when you moved into his place. When you walked into the living room you were pleasantly surprised to see Jim already there. Holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hands and leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Mornin’” He called, sipping from his own mug and lifting the one next to him on the counter. “When I heard the rain I figured that you’d want to sit and watch it come down. Made you some coffee.” You took the mug from his hand and took a sip. It was exactly the way you liked it and your heart swelled with affection for the gruff man that you loved.

“Thanks, Hop,” you pushed yourself up on your toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Is Jane up yet?” You asked. 

“No, figured I’d let her sleep in. Don’t have much to do today.” 

“Well if you don’t have anything to do, would you want to sit and watch the rain with me?” You made your eyes bigger in the way you knew he couldn’t say no to and pushed your bottom lip out. “We could cuddle. And I could play with your hair the way you always say you don’t like but I know you really do?” Your offer was becoming even more difficult to refuse. 

The sigh that your man let out was both defeated and adoring and you did a little happy dance in the kitchen when you realized you had won.

“Could you pull your chair over here so we can look out the window?” you asked pulling out the pouty look again. 

Jim grumbled but acquiesced. When the large recliner was in the perfect position you grabbed him arm and pushed him down into the seat. Swiftly gripping your blanket and softly launching yourself into his lap.

Almost instantly his arms wrapped around you and you rested your head on the shoulder. 

The silence between you and Jim was always comfortable. He had said that he was too old for mindless chatter and you didn’t like speaking unless you had something that needed to be said.

It could have been minutes or hours you have no idea, but eventually, you were joined in the chair by a curly-headed teenager still in her pjs. The chair wasn’t necessarily big enough for the three of you, but you would actually die before marking her get up and switch chairs.

Instead, you just pulled her closer to you and made sure she was comfortable with you both.

“I like the rain” she had softly whispered. And Jim let out an almost silent groan, mumbling into your neck about how you “corrupted his daughter”. You could only softly smile and try to stop yourself from imagining all of the future rain showers you’ll get to watch with your girl. 

El never thought she would want another mom, she had really only met hers once but it seemed like it was enough. At least until you came into her life. She admired your strength, how you didn’t seem to care what others said, and how you yelled at Billy Hargrove for a full hour when you’d heard about how he had tormented her friends three years ago.

She didn’t think she would want another mom until she got one and now she never wanted to let you go.

Eventually though, after the third or fourth time, her stomach growled Hop made all of you move yourselves to the kitchen for a late breakfast which consisted of some buttermilk eggos for each of you. El topped hers with chocolate syrup, Hop topped his with some peanut butter and you added applesauce and honey. 

Slowly the three of you ate and discussed plans for the upcoming week, who would drive El where. When Hop had the late shifts and what you’d need to pick up for groceries that week. 

It was completely mundane and Jim couldn’t help but wonder if this is what his life would be like now. Now that there weren’t monsters to kill, Russians to defeat, or a little girl that needed to be kept hidden.

He wanted his life to be like this until he died. Lazy mornings with the girls he loves, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. Watching the way your eyes lit up when you watched the rain fall.

It was all worth it, he thinks. Because now he gets rainy days like this, and really, what more could he ask for?

[steviesbicrisis]

Season 2 rewrite that I think will be super cool: what if Eddie was a part of Kali's gang?

Maybe Eddie used to live in another state with his dad and when the police came to arrest him, Eddie doesn't wait for child services, he never finds out about his uncle, he just runs away.

He meets the gang and he likes what he sees: a bunch of outcasts, freaks, who want to take revenge on the people who hurt them. Eddie is full of anger, just like them, and he wants to make his father pay for what he has done to him and his mother.

But then, as he follows them in their avenging missions, something feels wrong. Despite all the anger in his bones, he can't bring himself to enjoy hurting others. He decides to stay on the sidelines, has no other place to go, no family, and doesn't want to turn his back on the first people who accepted him, even with their debatable moral compass.

When Jane arrives, Eddie, much like Kali, sees something of himself in her. When they go on her first mission, he decides to join them, much to everyone's surprise. And when Jane spares the man who she was supposed to kill, Eddie knows for certain she's just like him.

Jane doesn't belong with Kali, Eddie doesn't belong with Kali. But Jane has some people, friends, she told Eddie about, that are the closest thing to a family that she ever had.

The cops arrive at their hiding place, they're jumping on the van, but Jane doesn't. Eddie looks at the cops coming close, then at Jane, then at Kali, then he jumps out the van and follows her.

He wants to meet these friends who are worth fighting for.

[stincorrect]

Steve: Alright, who the fuck broke the toaster? Mike: It was Dustin. Will: Yep. Dustin did it. El: All Dustin. Lucas: Absolutely no one but Dustin. Max: Completely and utterly Dustin’s fault. Steve: *raises an eyebrow* Dustin: … Dustin: You guys promised…

[bookshelf-dust]

don’t leave me.

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,239

warnings: death/process of dying, post-death, mentions of post-death processes, grief, mentions of blood/blood loss/wounds, ambulances/fire trucks, anxious habits

a/n: i’m sorry in advance.

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It all happened so fast.

You'd pulled yourself up off of the tile, everything a blur as Max yelled for you, yelled something about looking for El. Something about her being taken.

Then Max had disappeared. You ran down the hall, through the back door to Scoops. And that's when you heard it.

A scream. And ear piercing cry. And it wasn't hard to decipher that it was Eleven. You knew it was.

You made it out, stumbling to a stop as you watched the Mind Flayer's many arms latch on to Billy, start to tear him apart.

But Max was dragging El away, her back turned to the scene. You were glad she couldn't see it. She was focused on getting El somewhere safe, towards Mike, towards anything.

But something in you allowed you to move, and before you knew it, your arms were around his hips, pulling Billy back, as far away as you could get him.

He was crying, begging you to stop, telling you it hurt too much.

And then he was on the floor, collapsing in your hold. He was losing too much blood, too fast.

You remembered that day after he got the lifeguard job where he told you all about the training he had to go through, learning about what to do if someone got hurt.

Your eyes scanned over Billy's torso, looking for the worst of the wounds. There was a deep one, right over his ribcage on his side, and it was gushing.

You pressed both of your hands over it, wincing as he cried out and curled in on himself. You didn't know when you'd started to cry, but it didn't matter. Because he was crying too.

You kept the pressure firm, trying to staunch the wound, but he'd already lost too much blood. You'd never seen Billy this pale, not even when his tan had started to fade in the spring, when his sun-induced freckles had gone and all that was left were his true ones. The ones under his eyes. On the tops of his cheeks.

"Stop, please baby, please. It hurts."

Billy was bringing a hand to your face, wiping desperately at your tears, trying to pretend they weren't for him.

"No. I-I can't. You c-can't. N—"

Billy was smiling at you. "It's too late. I already am. I can feel it."

His voice was hoarse, like it was a struggle to get the words out, to try and talk to you.

He started to cough, and you let up, hands flying to his face. Fat tears were falling from his eyes, clumping his much too long lashes together, trickling down the sides of his face and into his hair. His blue eyes were shining in the multitude of lights in the mall around you.

"Don't leave me. Please. Don't w—" He stopped, coughing harshly, chest heaving with the sheer force of it.

"Don't wanna be alone, w-when it happens," he finally finished.

You turned your head to look away from him, a sob tearing free from your throat.

"It's okay," Billy said.

You looked back at him, grabbed hold of his hand. "Where's my kiss, baby?" Billy was shaking.

Your breath hitched at his question. At what it meant.

Billy had been hooked on goodbye kisses from you since you'd gotten together. It didn't matter if you were just leaving the room to go to the bathroom, if you were only gonna be gone a few hours to the store. He wanted a kiss. And he wanted one now. You just didn't know if you had it in you. To say goodbye.

His eyes were glazed over, fresh tears falling. You tried to wipe them away, tried to ignore the pleading look in his eye, tried to pretend this wasn't it. But it was. You both knew it.

"Please."

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Anything for you, pretty boy."

The cheesiest, most lovesick of grins graced Billy's face as you looked at him.

You leaned down, slotting your lips over his. You didn't care that they were salty and a little metallic. You did care about that fact that they were starting to go cold, that they weren't the warm lips you'd kissed a million times. The warm lips that had kissed up your shoulders, the top of your head, your stomach.

It was soft, the kiss. You didn't want to hurt him. You lead, not wanting him to have to worry about exerting himself too much.

You pulled away and his brow twitched, so you kissed him once more.

"I would never leave you."

Billy blinked. You noticed how slow his breathing was becoming, alarmingly so. It would happen soon. And it was going to hurt. But you weren't going to make him go through this part alone. You couldn't. He deserved better.

He moved, pulling the ring off his middle finger. He grabbed for your left hand, slipping it onto your ring finger. You knew what he meant, and the gesture almost made you fall. It was a little big, sure, but it didn't matter.

You kissed his forehead, pushed the curls out of his line of sight. He looked up at you, eyes never leaving your face.

He was smiling again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I don't want to go. Not yet."

Your cries were silent now, but the tears were still just as steady. Billy's palm was cold in your grasp.

"I know you don't. I'm sorry too. I-I love you, Billy."

"I love you too, Y/N. Don't let Max see, okay?"

You nodded your assurance at him. That was all he needed.

"Take c-care of yourself. P-please. I love you."

You nodded again. You couldn't speak, not when his eyes finally glazed over enough that he wasn't really look at you anymore. When his hand wasn't gripping yours.

You were holding Billy's hand, and he wasn't holding yours back.

And it was killing you.

You looked at him, eyes unblinking, chest gone still.

Hands shaking, you removed the pendant from his neck, tucking it into your pocket.

And then you just sat there. Still holding his hand, straightening what was left of his tank top on his abdomen, smoothing out his hair.

You barely heard the sounds of the ambulances, the fire trucks.

You couldn't stop thinking about how he wasn't your Billy anymore. About what was going to happen to his body. It made you nauseous. Not your baby.

But then there was a hand on your shoulder, and a voice. A voice you recognized.

Steve.

"Y/N. Sweetheart, we gotta get you out of here, okay? There's nothing we can do for him now."

You shook your head, bringing up a hand to bite at your nails.

You looked up at Steve, and he thought he might never recover from the look on your face.

"M-Max didn't see, did she?"

He squatted, trying not to look at Billy. "No. Already got her and the rest of the kids out of here. Can you come with me?"

You stared at him.

"No. I can't leave him here. He doesn't deserve that. I won't leave him alone."

Steve really didn't want to fight you on this. He also didn't want to leave you in the mall. So he decided to sit with you instead.

He wasn't going to leave you either.

And that made it a little easier.

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[malewife-cas]

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[fandomnerd9602]

Eleven x Male Reader?

Eleven lays on her bed, depressed…

Y/N walks in with a bag of goodies…

Y/N: hey baby. I know you weren’t feeling too well so I brought-

Eleven rummages thru the bag and finds-

Eleven: Eggo!!! My favorite!!! Thank you thank you thank you

She hugs Y/N tightly and then runs off to find a toaster…

[weirdmorefics]

Hi!! Could I please request a stranger things imagine where the reader (Elevens younger sibling) feels like el doesn’t see R as a sibling figure, and so constantly puts themselves in harms way to prove themself. And one day, they almost die and let’s it slip on why they’re acting the way they are, and El assures the reader that they are siblings and is worried about reader and protective?

x sister!reader

If You Ever Do Anything Like That Again I’ll Kick Your Butt

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 1,090

Summary- The Mind Flayer tries to attack Eleven but the reader protects Eleven and gets seriously hurt. 

I can't believe I am here again, putting my life on the line. Just so I can finally convince El finally sees me as a sister. I will do anything so El knows that I am her family even if it means dying I am just so tired. I am really not sure how much longer I can keep this giant nasty monster from killing us. El is helping she is the stronger of the two of us I hope I will be as strong as her one day. I stand behind her trying to hide the nosebleed from over-exerting myself when I see the monster go for her leg. Before I can think I push her out of the way and the monster grabs me instead.

I am flying in the air swinging around with no control. I hear everyone screaming like crazy. Eleven has used all her energy already so she tries to pull me down physically and Mike comes to her aid then the rest join in trying to yank me back to the ground. My whole body is quaking in fear I want to scream so badly but nothing will come out.

Jonathan screams for nancy to shoot it and I want to scream that will just make it angrier but all that comes out our anxious labored breaths and tears from my eyes. This frozen feeling happens to me a lot even in the lab it would happen where I felt so much fear I could not move or speak. I think papa would call it a panic attack.

Nancy shoots and I can hear the bullets woosh by me and I think this may be my end. If I die for Eleven will she see me as the sister I see her as? Nancy screams Lucas’s name and he starts trying to chop the monster apart with an axe as Nancy shots more. They start pulling on my arms even harder it feels like my arms will be ripped off and I will fly into the night sky as the monster tears me apart.

Lucas chops one of the monster’s limbs off causing me to fall to the ground with it. I am exhausted I just want to close my eyes and wake up from the nightmare and go back to eating egos with El. Eleven tries to talk to me but the words don’t make sense in my mind. Her eyes widen when she looks at my leg. I follow her gaze to my leg and see part of the monster still attached to me. With little energy, she has left she yanks it off with her powers. My voice is back due to the blinding searing pain that causes and all I can do is scream until my throat hurts.

Eleven looks angrier than I have ever seen her and she turns around and faces the monster. She screams and holds her hands up toward the monster. I can’t really see what is going on right now my eyes are blurry from the tears and pain but I hear the disgusting noise of flesh ripping. I see Eleven fall from exhaustion I try to stand to catch her from falling but my leg will not function. Mike luckily catches her but this just makes me feel like a failure of a sister. Why can’t I protect her as she protects me.

Max and Lucas help drag me to my feet and help me limp outside as Mike carries Eleven. Nancy and Jonathan are screaming go over and over as they rush us out the door and slam it behind us. We all scramble into the car and Eleven is still knocked out as I whine in pain.

Mike screams to nancy, “drive”

We arrive quickly at a store and Nancy and Jonathan break the door so we can get in. Max and Lucas help me inside as Mike helps a groggy El in. I can’t stop groaning in pain. Nancy and Jonathan are ransacking the shelves and giving orders to everyone. Max and Lucas set me gently on the ground and pull my pant leg up.

I see Eleven’s eyes widen and Max gasps “Oh shit.”

I groan in more pain it just keeps getting worse and I really think I might die here.

Nancy says she wants to clean the wound but Max corrects her and tells her how to treat it properly. I honestly don’t care how they do it I just want it to stop.

“Eleven hold this keep pressure,” Max orders seriously.

I scream as El puts pressure it is just making it worse. Eleven quickly looks to Max to see if she is doing it right and Max nods. Max lists more instructions to everyone but everything sounds distorted to me.

Everyone leaves to get supplies except El who continues to keep pressure on my wound. It starts to feel a little better now that I am sitting and I think the bleeding is not as bad now.

Eleven looks at me seriously, “Why would you do that?”

“Do what?” I shrug

“Push me out of the way? It was going after me first,” she frowns.

I sigh trying to think of some lie so I don’t sound like a dork but I just say the truth anyway, because I mean this wound is probably going to kill me tonight anyway what do I have to lose? “Eleven you're the only family I have I know you don’t see me as a sister but I see you as one. You always protected me in the lab it was about time for me to return the favor.”

Eleven look suddenly very angry... I did not think it would upset her maybe I should not have said it after all.

“What do mean I don’t see you as a sister? You were the only one who even talked to me in that lab! You have always been my sister and that’s why it’s my job to protect YOU because you are the little sister.” She shouts at me.

I smirk “You think of me as a sister?”

“Of course! You mouth breather!” she says affectionately and hugs me.

“Ow,” I say quietly.

She quickly let go, “Sorry.” Then she gets serious again and points at me “ And if you ever do anything like that again I will kick your butt!”

I grin widely at her and nod and she grins back and we giggle together.

[kitchen-spoon]

The party as adults being regulars at a comic / arcade themed brewery. Eddie who works there as a bartender and the party are his favourite regulars. One time Steve comes along for Dustin’s birthday and meets Eddie, they hit it off immediately. Dustin then makes it his Mission to set up his former baby sitter with his favourite bartender.

[harringroveera]

Where Jim & Joyce adopt Billy, and it’s the first time he calls Joyce mom

[sejanusbaby]

hopelessly captivated — e.munson (preview)

a/n: this is an idea i have had for awhile, so i’m finally going to turn it into a series.

pairings: eddie munson x afab!reader, steve harrington x reader, robin buckley x reader, nancy wheeler x reader, mike wheeler x reader, dustin henderson x reader, max mayfield x reader, lucas sinclair x reader, jim hopper x reader

warnings: 18+ (minors, dni) stalker behavior, unhealthy relationship, mentions of abuse against reader, mentions of scars and wounds, self-harm, mentions of suicide, smut, non-con & con, mentions of murder…

summary: the shift to hawkins, indiana from her hometown was as dreadful as she anticipated it to be. not knowing a single person in the whole town made it impossible to find any friends. yet, a sympathetic face captures her attention, and when he persuades her to join his d&d campaign, an ominous relationship begins to flourish.

“holy shit. eddie, what did you do?”

the question went right over his head, as his whole body shook with tremors, and his brain felt fuzzy. the blood on his hands and face began to dry, already forming a disgusting brown crust between his fingers. wide eyed, he looked over the lifeless body in front of him. the poor guy didn’t stand a chance, but now his soul would begin it’s eternal rest.

“i—“ eddie began to stutter out, but his mouth felt full of cotton and his lips couldn’t keep up with his brain. tears welled in his doe eyes, yet an abhorrent feeling of excitement swelled in his chest. after a few shaky breathes, the munson boy was able to collect his thoughts. “i took care of the problem.” he spoke calmly, while his eyes drifted to where the girl stood.

he studied her, taking note of her demeanor. there was no doubt that she was now terrified of him. and while he didn’t want her to be afraid of him, it also brought him a sense of relief. so his once startled facial expression distorted into a wide smile, and he let out a laugh from somewhere deep within himself.

“i did this for us!”

[retroelmax]

i believe el and max relocated to california in 1989; max pursued studies in fashion, while el pursued a career as a ballerina. however, this is just my opinion.

[manic-pixie-aquarius]

Special Interest going so hard i'm making fanart again

(WIP) I'm still learning how to make digital art but I had the idea of drawing El as a cheerleader❤️ kinda inspired by Sandy from Grease

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

comment if you want to be tagged under the following posts.

I always put warnings at the beginning of all my fics!

I will write for the LGBTQ+ community if you would like, I do She/Her He/Him They/Them pronouns, And my request are open.

Things I will write, Smut, Fluff, Drunk!Reader x So/friend, Drunk!So/Friend x Reader, High!Reader x So/Friend, High!So/Friend x Reader, Polyamorous, trauma IF it is requested

Things I will not write about, Racism, Homophobia, Looks/Body types unless it is requested, and assault unless it is requested.

★ - Nancy Wheeler - 🩷

★ - Robin Buckley - 💜

★ - Max Mayfield - 🛹

★ - Eleven Hopper - 🩰

★ - Lucas Sinclair - 🏀

★ - Will Byers (Platonic only, unless ur mlm) - 🧙🏼‍♂

★ - Mike Wheeler - 🤍

★ - Dustin Henderson - 🧭

★ - Gareth Emerson - 🍒

★ - Eddie Munson - 🦇

★ - Steve Harrington - 🪓

★ - Argyle - 🌴

★ - Jonathan Byers - 📸

★ - Billy Hargrove (He deserved better) - 🚬

[bidoldaccount]

Window Into The Teenage Soul - Part 12 (END)

Series Guide

Pairing: Mike Wheeler / Female Reader

"Y/n!" Elle and Max ran up to her first, tackling her to the grass.

"Make room!" Will screamed, jumping ontop of their pile. Mike smiled as he got out of the drivers seat, watching as Y/n smiled wide from under the three of her friends. Lucas and Dustin patted him on the back with almost relived smiles.

"I missed you guys!" Y/n screamed happily from under Elle, her arms trying to wrap around all three of them.

"Excuse me, we want some love," Dustin said, shoving Max and Will to the grass. He helped Y/n stand and wrapped his arms around her. Lucas joined in, and soon they were all hugging each other.

"I'm so happy to be back," she said, sighing softly as she was welcomed back into her friends collective warmth.

"Come on," Mike smiled, "Steve's waiting for us at the restaurant."

"Yes, It's time to spoil Y/n will endless breadsticks," Elle said, smiling as she tugged Y/n's hand. Mike wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissing her forehead with a happy smile.