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felinecryptid · 2 years ago

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Chasing Pasts in Shadows

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

please pay attention to the tags, there's some heavy stuff going on

Mr Reyes was a balding, rotund man in his fifties, who greeted them, showed them around the garden like a realtor and finally invited them into the parlour (A parlour!) to have some tea. Will was currently sat on the long couch with Mike crowding him in towards the right armrest and eyeing the plates suspiciously and worrying the rip in his black jeans . Max took the armchair nearer Mike, picking up one of the sandwiches. Mr Reyes took the last armchair, settling in with a sigh. “Oof. Bad knees, these days. I'm not as young as I was, back in the eighties,” he chuckled, “but you kids don't have to worry about that yet, hmm? I should hope not. Well, take whatever you’d like to eat and you can ask away,” He leant back into the plush of the chair.

Will nodded and reached in for a grape. ”Mr Reyes, before we start, if at any point of time you feel uncomfortable answering questions, do let us know. We want to know as much as possible about the case but not at the cost of your mental health. Do you understand?”

“I do.”

“Good. Max, hand over the recorder, please.”

Max passed it to Mike. Will reached out for it, electricity racing up when his hand briefly brushed against Mike’s. He fought down a shiver, clicking it on and placing it on the middle of the table, among the delicately arranged sandwiches, fresh fruit and cheese and crystal glasses of sparkling water. “Just say your name and age, we’ll take care of the rest.”

“Javier Reyes and 53.”

“Mr Reyes, you called us to investigate some disturbances in, um, your house. Could you please elaborate?” Will asked, chewing on his grape. It was delicious.

“Oh, what do you want to know about?”

“When did they first start?”

“About 10 months ago, I was in the kitchen to get a drink, I think, at 2 am in the morning, because the mini fridge in my room had broken down a few days ago. The entire house had blown a fuse, and some of my appliances short circuited before the fuse. Old faulty circuitry in an old house. So, I was getting a beer from the refrigerator, when the chandelier started swinging, just enough to be visibly moving. I thought nothing of it, going back to bed. Things progressively went worse from there,” Mr Reyes said. Will could see his fingers clenching hard.

“Worse how?” Max asked, reaching for another plate of sandwiches. “These are delicious, by the way.”

“I’m glad, Ms. Mayfield,” Mr Reyes smiled, his eyes losing a bit of their edge. “About your question, well, it didn't get bad right away. At first, it was swinging chandeliers, knives out of the wooden block, on the island or just my phone dying even if I charged it all night,” Mike, Max and Will glanced at each other. What the fuck? Mike mouthed silently.

Just keep listening, Max mouthed back.

Mr Reyes didn't notice their little conversation, continuing, “then I started finding the knives in increasingly weird places, like the library, behind a book I was thinking of reading, in the bath where I could have cut my foot on it, once I found a meat cleaver on the bedside table. I couldn't sleep again for the rest of that night,” Mr Reyes cut off, shivering. Will felt like it, too. Meat cleavers near his head? Will would run, screaming and never looking back.

“Are you okay, Mr Reyes? We can take a break if you like,” Will asked.

“No, no, it’s fine, it’s relieving to get this off my chest. I was so happy when I saw the Facebook ad,”

The what? Facebook? What the fuck was Lucas doing?

“If you are sure,” Will nodded.

“I heard footsteps, first on the floors above or below me, then it got closer, I heard it outside in the hallways, in the room adjacent to the one I'm in, and it always walks towards me. They start silent, barely audible, getting louder and louder til I'm sure there’s someone on the other side. Just there, looking, standing, staring. It’s gotten even closer since the last few days,” Mr Reyes' face was frozen in an expression of confused terror. Will felt sorry for the man. Mr Reyes seemed so optimistic, so happy. No one would ever think he was going through a horror film all the time.

Mr Reyes went on. “The footsteps are always coming from where I can’t see. I was making and eating dinner the day before, when the dreaded sounds came up, thud, thud, thud, behind me,” Mike inched closer to Will, a movement so minute, Will would have missed it if he wasn’t attuned to every single part of Mike. “I whipped around, sure I’d see the intruder, a squatter or something, but there was no one. Nothing. I decided I’d call someone, maybe a priest to have a look around the next morning. I threw away the rotting pb&j full of maggots-”

“Wait, rotting pb&j?” Mike asked, perplexed.

“Oh, yeah. It's been happening for some time but food goes bad the moment I take my eyes off them. It rots away like it's been sitting there for days. Liquified and maggots crawling through them,” Max set her plate of sandwiches down, a bit green in the face. “I'm not sure how that is happening, but I don't eat here anymore, my friends take me out for meals.”

“Mr Reyes,” What the fuck, Will asked, “Do you have any other place to stay for a while? All of this sounds like it’s very intense for you-”

“Oh no, Mr Byers, I can’t leave this place, not after- not after my dear Emily…” Mr Reyes choked up. “I can’t bear to leave this place, no. If I stay over at a friend’s, she won't come to me. She talks with me in my dreams, asks me how I am, we do things we normally do, like cooking together, reading in the library, kissing me, but if I don't come home, Emily doesn't come to me, only the sound of footsteps, getting closer,” A tear dropped down Mr Reyes’ face. Will felt unsettled. The things he was describing did sound like a true haunting, but what if it wasn't?

“Mr Reyes, I think it'd be good for you to take a stroll in the garden, get a breath of fresh air,” Will spoke up. “I insist.”

Mr Reyes slumped, breathing heavily. “Alright,” He said, after staring at his shoes, for what seemed like an eternity, “I'll take a short walk outside,”

Will turned back to the others the moment he left. “How are you guys holding up? If this case is true, it'd would be the biggest one yet, financially and paranormally,”

Max looked at Will. “You don’t believe him, do you?”

“It’s not that, I suspect other things as well,”

“Will,” Mike said, so softly near his ear, Will nearly jumped out of his skin. “I don’t think he's lying,”

“What do you mean?”

“Max, you can feel it right? It’s so heavy around him, It is coming off in waves,” Mike stared at the door Mr Reyes exited from.

“It’s still here though,” Max said. “If he was being haunted, then the intensity of the energy would cease the moment he left, but it didn’t.”

“But it’s different, they are not similar,”

“You mean there are more than one entities in this house?”

“It doesn't have to be an entity, Byers, it can be a object with history as well,”

“But this doesn't feel like an object, it feels separate,” Mike sighed loudly. “I don't understand.”

“So I was way off when I thought it was schizophrenia.”

“You thought it was schizophrenia? Have we not done this shit like a thousand times?”

“Well, sue me, I was thinking of his mental health, Max. It has happened before, when it was just El, Mike and me.”

“Okay, okay, Max, calm down, Will can’t feel the traces so it’s not his fault. Will, thank you for looking out for us, I, uh, we appreciate it.” Mike looked at Will, eyes soft. Will felt his cheeks heat up.

The door swung open and Mr Reyes walked in, his face noticeably calm.

“I feel better now,” He took his seat. “We can continue.”

“Mr Reyes, can you show us the food thing?”

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things are escalating, what is going to happen?

thank you for reading!!

once again this was only betad by grammarly and hemingway editor so please lemme know if there are any errors or weird dialogues bc english isnt my first language and some of it looked funky to me.

some more lore that i can't figure how to put in the story w/o infodumping

el's full name is Janelle Hopper

will and el are still step siblings

lonnie is out of the picture

el is hopper's bio daughter

el was never experimented on and she grew up a happy normal life bc hop and joyce got together when will and el were about 5

mike, will and el met in kindergarten, just like in canon

the only reason el has this backstory is because i personally want el to not have a trauma filled life

next part should be up tomorrow, same time ie 1800 IST, spam me with messages if i don't update ✨✨

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kuro-reiko · 2 years ago

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• Thoughts And Confessions •

max mayfield x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairings: max mayfield x gn! reader

requested by @max-mstan

summary: You finally got a day's rest after a stressful and overwhelming week. You lay on your bed as your thoughts wandered then gathered themselves again, but now with thoughts about her.

You lay on your bed with a thump; sounds of rain thumping against your window fills the room with an ambience. It feels nice being able to think about things slowly after a horrifying week. I mean, who could have guessed that the town you live in since you were a fetus is above a hellish monster-filled place called the upside down? Kinda ironic if you ask me.

A sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes. You breathed in for a moment, then let it out after another. You open your eyes again, staring at the ceiling as your mind wanders. Though it wasn't your previous thoughts that were currently present, it was now about *her.*

Maxine Mayfield, though she prefers to be called "Max" for personal reasons, is one of the most interesting people you have ever met or got acquainted with. You saw her as a rough person with a tough exterior when you first met her at the arcade along with the party. She had a smug aura around her along with confidence you once thought was misplaced; you were wrong. Yet even as though that is your first impression of the auburn haired girl, she still somehow made herself a place in your heart. The feeling is mutual, it wasn't bad or good per se (just felt weird and foreign to you).

Everything she did around you, whether it was laughing at a really bad joke you made or to how her eyes just shine in admiration when she sees something she likes, it would always undoubtedly make your heart flutter and drop. *Wait, 'flutter and drop..?' don't tell me.*

You jolted awake upon the realization as your body immediately sat up right. You brought your hand towards your mouth,

*"Oh.." You breathed out feeling slightly overwhelmed.*

As things around the town start to calm a bit before the inevitable storm, you finally got the chance to think about your feelings for the girl. The question of *how* and *why* were still unanswered but you didn't pay any mind to that, as all you care about in the moment is the fact that you do *have* a crush on Max. *'No wonder why she always makes me feel weird,'* You thought as a smile tugs along your lips; you are satisfied with what you have realized.

"What are you doing outside at this hour and in the rain?!" You scolded her as she swooped down and entered your room. "Just wanted to see you." Casually, she replied, now taking off her yellow jacket and shoes, placing it on the floor below the window. You sighed, locking the window and proceeded to scold her more, "It's the middle of the night, Max. What is something so important that you had to see me right now and not until tommorow? You could get sick!" She crossed her arms on her chest and huffed in reply, "Firstly, I wore a jacket so I couldn't get wet that much. Secondly, I just wanted to see you and lastly, I JUST WANTED TO SEE YOU." She uncrossed her arms and dramatically started jabbing it on the air to highlight her statement and for you to realize that yes, she just wanted to see you and also to realize that no, it wasn't the only reason.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the window, wait a knock? There shouldn't be anyone outside at this hour, even more so someone on the other side of the glass pane. "Y/n? You there?" The person asked as they knocked again but louder, You recognized their voice immediately and went to the window, pushing aside the curtains as you unlocked it.

"God, what am I gonna do with you." You mumbled. After a few seconds, you asked her, "You're going to stay for the night right?" she looked at you like you were stupid, "Yes of course I'm staying for the night, also why is your room so dark? I thought you were scared of the dark." She answered and asked you back, now walking to your door and flicking on the light switch beside it. "Again, I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of what's inside it." You clarified to which she nodded rarely agreeing to. She walked back to you and sat on your bed, making you sit beside her. "Y'know, seeing you isn't the only reason I went here." She started, now fiddling your blanket with her fingers. "Yeah I figured." Replying, you laid your back on the bed, gaze occasionally switching between her and the ceiling above. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked. She looked at you with blue eyes filled with nervousness, "I wanna but it feels difficult to talk about." You nod in reply, reassuring her that you were willing to listen and wait. She stayed silent as her gaze returned to your blanket, fiddling with it again. These were rare times, where Max Mayfield, the smug energetic ball of sunshine is quiet, she also had a look of indecisiveness on her face which worried you. You didn't want her to force herself talking about it so you sat back up and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, "We don't have to talk about it if you're uncomfortable saying it." Her gaze was back on you again, "But I really want to. I really really want to.." She raised her hand slowly and placed it on your cheek. You looked at her confused yet eventually closed your eyes and leaning into her touch. She smiled and leaned in towards you, pecking your lips before immediately leaning away. You opened your eyes in suprise, cheeks red as her hand twitched, she pulled it back by your reaction and sighed. "That's what I've been trying to tell you.." She mumbled quietly, her gaze down to where her hands rested on her lap.

That was interesting, you've never figured her out of all people would hold such feelings for you. She was brave to do that despite not knowing her feelings were equal to yours, one which you deeply admired, your eyes softened as you gently reached for her hand and took it, wrapping it with yours as she looked at you, confused by it while also waiting to hear what you are going to say or do. You smiled and leaned in, kissing her. You felt her smile and giggle, using her other hand to cup your cheek and kiss back deeper before pulling back, "I love you." Those words were strong yet held such meaning, the way she said it to you held so much meaning. Your heart full of warmth as she hugged you. Sounds of rain filled the room again, enveloping both you in solace as you hugged her back.

"I love you too." You replied, now resting your chin on her head.

#max mayfield x reader #maxine stranger things #stranger things #fluff #just fluff

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justfangirlthingies · 4 years ago

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Talking to the Moon (Billy Hargrove)

Another songfic. This one is based on "Talking to the Moon" by Bruno Mars

Word count: 2049 words

Warnings: a swear word I think?, mentions of death, description of death, this is basically fueled by angst, sad, mental illness I guess (I think that's it), allusions to sex

I may or may not have made myself cry while writing this

"I know you're somewhere out there" you whispered as you were seated in your driveway, leaning against a car, long abandoned. His car.

Denial. That's what one could call your situation. Struck with grief and pain, yet still not recognizing it.

"Somewhere far away, but that's okay I'll find you or maybe you'll find me." A sad smile traced your lips as your eyes began to water. You gazed at the starry night sky, the moon, shining as bright as ever, illuminating your frame.

You couldn't accept it. And why would you? Just to have your world shutter to pieces before your feet? No thanks!

"I want you back,"

It never happened. Not as long as you refused to believe it. It just had to be some cruel joke. IT HAD TO BE!

Slowly flashes of memories invaded your thoughts and unfolded before your eyes. The way he sacrificed himself in order to save all of you. The way he was impaled from all directions by the beast and how his blood soaked the white tank top he had been wearing that evening. The way his limp body dropped to the floor. How he just laid there unconscious in a puddle of of his own blood. How they had to drag you and Max away from his body, but you wouldn't budge. "No Billy! BILLY! Come on! D-don't do this to me! You can't just leave me here like that!" In that moment you either wanted him to wake up or to just lie down and leave this place with him, but you couldn't do that to your family and friends. And to think that fateful day was your anniversary as well. You quickly pushed your thoughts and trauma to the back of your mind.

"I want you back Billy, please just come back home." Slowly the silent tears started escaping your eyes.

A hand pat your shoulder causing your features to flash with hope. Yet, it wasn't him. "Come on you gotta go back inside" It was just your little brother. The hopeful glimmer in your eyes vanished as you slowly got up. "I know... I know" You muttered and when you had made it to the front door you glanced at the old car again, wiping at your face to dry the tears.

"(Y/n) do you wanna watch a movie or maybe meet up with the gang? They miss you." Your face contorted to one of agony and you flinched at the mention of the kids and some of your friends. However, you quickly tried to mask it up and flashed your brother a smile "Sorry Dustin, those are your friends I'm just your babysitter. Have fun though." You ruffled his hair and just like that you left your little brother standing in the hallway as you made a beeline for your bedroom.

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My neighbors think I'm crazy. But they don't understand

Whenever you left the house you got weird or pitiful looks thrown in your direction. It was no wonder you stopped leaving the house. And quite honestly, you were beginning to feel better. You felt better, not because you finally accepted the decision fate had made, but rather because you started to drift off. Reminiscing about the good times and creating your own little world in your head where everything was just fine. Or maybe you were just feeling numb by now...

"You're all I had, you're all I had and you're all I'd ever need" you mumbled to yourself and to the night sky.

At night, when the stars light up my room. I sit by myself. Talking to the moon

You often sat on your windowsill as you told him all that happened on each day. Sometimes you'd rant about your job. Other times you'd ask him questions and beg him to come back to you.

Trying to get to you. In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too

Could he even hear you? See you? Know you were trying to contact him somehow? If the upside down was real, then so was the chance he might be out there somewhere, right? It was a desparate last glimmer of hope you had left.

"Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon? Maybe I am..." Oh

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I'm feeling like I'm famous, the talk of the town.

Of course you noticed the people watching you and talking about you behind your back. They say I've gone mad. Apparently they had nothing better to do than talk about you.

Yeah, I've gone mad. But they don't know what I know

One night when you were rambling into the night you heard his voice.

'Cause when the sun goes down, someone's talking back.

It was faint at first, but it got louder and steadier and sounded more like him.

Yeah, they're talking back, oh. At night, when the stars light up my room

And that was when hope returned to you. You left your room less and less, your family and friends growing more worried with each passing day. They barely got to see you.

I sit by myself. Talking to the moon

You didn't even notice how you neglected your needs.

Trying to get to you

You were too busy talking to him. Too busy to eat or sleep. To anxious that he'd be gone again if you left for too long.

In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too

Your family was at their wits end. They didn't know how they could help you. But you didn't think you needed help. You had Billy and that was all that mattered to you.

Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?

Slowly your brain had repressed the trauma, leaving it on the threshold between consciousness and unconsciousness. The images of the distressing and traumatizing memories only appearing in your sleep. In your nightmare plagued sleep.

Do you ever hear me calling? (Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah) Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh. 'Cause every night, I'm talking to the moon

They were just nightmares, nothing more. After all he was here. What did you need sleep for when you could be awake and talk to Billy

Still trying to get to you

You had gotten lost in your own fantasy. A different reality where your boyfriend was still alive. Where he was still his usual cocky, jealous overprotective, but loving self, the one you fell in love with.

In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too

Today was your anniversary. You dressed up nicely and left your room for the first time in forever. Describing your family as shocked when you left your room, went to grab a shopping basket and put on your shoes was an understatement. You flashed a bright smile at them when you saw them. "(Y/n)? What's got you in such a good mood? Are you going out?" Your mother was a little worried about your sudden change in demeanor, but quickly pushed those doubts aside. She was delighted at how happy you seemed. She didn't want to see in what bad shape you were, didn't want to notice how weird that smile looked on your exhausted posture or how that smile didn't actually reach your glassed over, dull (e/c) eyes. Eyes that shone bright with love, hope and life once. She didn't want to realize that you were just a shell of yourself.

What she did notice though, was the effort you put into looking nice today and that you actually wanted to leave your room and even the house.

"Yes mum, of course I'm in a good mood!" you exclaimed, you almost seemed like you were in some kind of trance. "It's our anniversary today. I'll go buy a few things to surprise Billy with his favourite dish for when he comes over later" and just like that you were out the door. Leaving your mother with confusion and worry written all over her face. Dustin had noticed the whole ordeal, however he did not choose to blatantly ignore your change in behaviour. "I have an idea, I know someone who might be able to help." Just like that your brother had left through the front door, sprinting to his friend's home.

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Or am I a fool, who sits alone,

You had spent your afternoon cooking and baking for your boyfriend. You prepared everything, now all you had to do was wait for him.

talking to the moon? Oh

A grin made itself prominent on your face as you thought about your favourite anniversary, the one three years ago. The weather was nice and Billy took you to the fun fair that just happened to be in town. He kept you close to him and would've punched anyone who laid their eyes on you for too long if you hadn't stopped him. "Don't worry, I'm only yours Hargrove" you beamed at him with delight in your eyes as you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. After that he won you a stuffed animal and you got some cotton candy together.

"I love you, you know that right? I'll stay by your side forever you'll see. And I'll never leave you, like my asshole of a father left my mum, I promise. The two of us, we'll stay together for eternity" The blonde told you that evening when you were in bed, snuggled up cozily together after he had shown you just how much he loved you in every possible way. You moved your head which was resting on his naked chest slightly so you could properly look at him. His eyes held so much love, passion, adoration and tenderness for you in them and you knew yours did too "Forever huh?" you grinned as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. You could feel his fingers trace patterns on your back and arms as his strong arms pulled you impossibly closer to his body, the scent of his cologne engulfing you. "You better keep that promise then because I love you too." A cocky smirk appeared on his face and there was a short pause, a comfortable silence, as you pondered "Billy?" The boy hummed in response, his fingers still caressing your soft skin. "Can you promise to show me the beaches in Cali someday as well?" You felt your boyfriends chest vibrating as he chuckled softly "I think that I can manage (Y/n)" That's how you drifted off to sleep that night.

"(Y/n)..." a soft voice cautiously brought you back to your reality. "It's been three years." Your eyes were wide as you found yourself face to face with Maxine Mayfield, Billy's half-sister. He always acted like he hated it when someone called them siblings, when in reality he didn't mind at all. He loved his sister, he just had a special way of showing it. "What are you doing here? And what are you even talking about?" A smile was on your face. "As much as I love our silly little talks Max, I must advice you leave. Billy will come home any minute now and you know how he can get when he has plans and you appear out of nowhere." a giggle left your throat. As you spoke your eyes started swimming with tears. Why? You didn't know.

"(Y/n) listen to me. Billy died three years ago today, he's not gonna come to your anniversary. You just made up that he's still here with you because you couldn't handle his death. Not with how brutal it was." Tears were now pouring from your eyes as you shook your head. Realization dawning on you. "No...that-that's not true" you said, your voice cracking halfway. "Three-three years ago he took me to the funfair and-" you stopped mid sentence as the images from your nightmares unraveled before you. Max pulled you into her embrace and you hugged her back immediately, your whole body racking with sobs. The redhead also shed a few tears, not only because of her dead brother but also because of the state you were in. "I know, I know..." she soothed you

I know you're somewhere out there.

Somewhere far away...

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imnotgonnafightyou · 4 years ago

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Rather Happy Than Dignified

Or, The Jane Eyre Fic No One Asked For

I should be working on my OTHER fic but this wouldn’t leave my mind.

Find it on AO3!

Chapter 1

The day that Steve Harrington arrived at Cherry Field Estate was a fateful one indeed. The carriage that he had expected to take him all the way to the entrance of the manor had abandoned him near half a mile early and left him to walk in the rain with all of his belongings. He was soaked to the bone. He banged the great brass knocker on the front door three times, praying the inhabitants would be swift. His prayers, rather unfortunately, went unanswered. He knocked at the door again, louder this time, and five knocks instead of three. He was verging on impropriety. Still, no one answered. Not wanting to wait any longer, he finally tried the door knob. It turned with ease. Impropriety be damned, he thought to himself and stepped into the foyer. It was simply ridiculous for him to wait out in this weather. He had informed Mr. Hargrove’s housekeeper Susan that he would be arriving promptly at two in the afternoon. If anything, he was late because of his unexpected walk. There was simply no reason why no one was there to greet him. Steve wondered if this was perhaps why the Hargrove’s had lost their last tutor. A lack of punctuality. Although, now that he thought of it, there had been no mention of a past tutor in the advertisement he’d seen in the paper. Perhaps, then, they had had no tutor at all and were country ruffians, who had no understanding of societal expectations and their own personal roles in creating a respectful environment. Steve shuddered to himself. That would have to be rectified immediately.

He realized then that he had been simply lingering in the foyer without making himself known at all. “Hello?” he called out into the great house. “Is anyone at home?”

There was a thundering of footsteps on the floor above him as someone headed for the stairs. As they descended, he was greeted by the sight of fit legs and…oh goodness, was the man bare-chested? Steve felt as if he was going to faint. Surely this couldn’t be the Mr. Hargrove with whom he’d corresponded. The eloquence of the letters Steve had received had provided the image of an older gentleman, in his thirties, perhaps even early forties. Certainly not this young and devastatingly attractive man who stood before him looking dumbfounded.

“Er, can I help you, sir?” The blonde man standing before Steve asked.

Steve would have been happy to admire the man’s physique for a bit longer, but the dismissive tone of his voice reminded Steve of his ire. “Well, you could help me with my bags, for one,” he said sharply. “I’ve only been made to carry them down the lane myself in this torrential downpour for the past twenty minutes or so.”

“I’m sorry?” The man asked, a look of utter confusion crossing his face.

Steve forged ahead. “Well, I appreciate that apology immensely sir, but I don’t believe I’ll be quite over it until I’m in my room and out of these wet clothes.” Steve had forgotten the wet clothes until that very moment actually. He glanced in the mirror hanging to his left and practically shuddered. His clothes were clinging to him rather indecently and the thin fabric of his shirt left little to the imagination. He was going to be lucky if he made it through his first day without being let go for a lack of general decorum. Although, now that he thought about it, the man in front of him could hardly be a judge of indecorum, could he? The man was practically strolling around half naked. And speaking of the man, he appeared to be saying something.

“You’ve mistaken me sir. My apology was not about the state of your being but rather a reflection of my absolute confusion. Why do you think you would have a room here in my home?”

Ah, so this was Mr. Hargrove. Truly unbelievable that this fop had been the one to write so eloquently to Steve. And what on earth did he mean he didn’t understand why he should expect a room?

“Well I had assumed that you would be providing young Max’s tutor with a room, but perhaps they do things differently out here in the country. I’m not altogether familiar,” Steve said, trying to hide his disdain and failing miserably. “Wherever you wish to put me up is suitable I’m sure.”

The man let out a noise that sounded half like a laugh and half like he was choking. “You’re Max’s tutor?”

“Well, of course I am. Why else would I have dragged myself all the way out here in this rain?” Steve was practically furious now. What was Hargrove’s problem?

Hargrove sputtered for a moment. “My deepest apologies Mr…Harrington, is it? I was under the impression that, well, that you were a woman. You never signed your full name on our correspondence.”

That halted Steve’s anger. It switched to dread instead. He really wasn’t going to be here longer than a day. If Mr. Hargrove had intended for Max to have a female tutor then he was sure to be on the next carriage out of here. Although he couldn’t for the life of him understand why he had been mistaken for a woman. Had there been some womanly indication in his writing? Would Mr. Hargrove have preferred a woman?

“I assure you Mr. Hargrove that I am quite capable of being a tutor for the young Miss Mayfield regardless of my being a man.”

“You misunderstand me Mr. Harrington. My misunderstanding of who you were does nothing to change your truly impressive resumé. I would never think to abandon such skill over something as ridiculous as you being,” Mr. Hargrove’s eyes flitted to Steve’s wet shirt, still clinging to his chest, “a man, despite its surprise and overall…inconvenience.”

Steve felt himself flush under the man’s gaze, embarrassed. The man had practically just said that he wished Steve had been a woman and yet Steve couldn’t help but wish for his approval anyhow. How he had hoped that the Mr. Hargrove he had written would be older, or uglier, or somehow more deficient than this reality. Leaving the city had been hard enough without the now guaranteed misery of lusting after his employer. But Steve pushed that all aside in favor of relief. He would be staying at the manor. He would be tutoring Miss Mayfield. He would not be headed back out into the rain today. For him, that was enough. He eased a smile onto his face, cautious, but genuine.

“Well, that’s wonderful then. Could I be shown to my room then? Just to make myself more presentable, I’m sure you understand.”

Mr. Hargrove seemed to have already lost interest then, deciding Steve wasn’t worth the inconvenience of engaging with.

“Max!” He roared up the stairs behind him. He turned back to Steve, smirking. “No need to change before you meet your new ward. I’m sure she’ll have you traipsing about in the rain soon enough anyways.”

There was another thundering from above, and a girl descended the staircase, red hair blazing behind her. Steve was glad to see that running around in varying stages of undress was not a trait shared by Miss Mayfield. Although her dress could do with being better kept. She looked as if she’d been crawling around on her knees, the front side of her skirt scuffed and crushed.

“Miss Mayfield,” Steve said, the epitome of manors. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Max looked at Steve quizzically, and then turned to Mr. Hargrove. “Billy, who’s this man dripping on the carpet?”

Billy. Billy Billy Billy. The name was music to Steve’s ears. Music he wished he hadn’t heard. There was too much familiarity in it. Too much familiarity Steve so wanted to have.

Billy, Mr. Hargrove, laughed out loud. “This, Maxine, is your new tutor.”

Max turned to Steve again, more confused than ever. “I thought he was meant to be a woman.”

Steve grimaced as Mr. Hargrove laughed once again. “Yes, well,” Billy said, grinning, “There was a bit of a misunderstanding. So, you’ll have Mr. Harrington here instead.”

Max looked Steve up and down before breaking into a huge grin. “Oh, this is going to be just brilliant.”

Steve wasn’t so sure.

#this whole time I pictured Steve in a period dress lmao #billy Hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #Steve harrington #billy x steve #stranger things fandom #stranger things fic #harringrove #Harringrove fic #harringrove au #rather happy than dignified #fightwrites

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penmansparadise · 5 years ago

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Billy Hargrove Imagine - Something Special

* I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS POSTED* *CREDIT TO THE GIF OWNERS*

Okay, sooo it’s been a FAT minute since I’ve posted something. Being a full-time college student is just absolute shit. I know I have so many requests that I still haven’t written, but I needed to get my inspiration to write again back. I am hoping that I will get to some of the requests while I have this short break before my next classes start up again. However, I may end up writing another Billy imagine just so I can get my creative juices flowing, so stay tuned. I really hope that you all enjoy this. Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!

Warnings: Mild language

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

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I clenched and unclenched my hands as I stared at the Blue Camaro parked in the driveway. Why Ms. Williams paired me with Max Mayfield, of all the middle schoolers in this rundown town, I had no idea. The stupid “Big Sister” program was straight bullshit anyway, but there I was, sitting in my car perched in front of the Hargrove/Mayfield residence. I blew out a long breath before getting out of my seat and walking to their front door.

Standing on the other side of the wooden door, I could hear Ratt blasting through the house. I tried my best to ignore it as I knocked three times. It wasn’t long before the door flew open to reveal the one person I was hoping would not be present during the visit. Sweat beaded on his forehead, causing his golden hair to stick together. He was wearing a worn white tank top that clung to his toned chest. Without even meaning to, my eyes took in every inch of him.

Billy was what most people called “popular.” Ever since he arrived in Hawkins, he had everyone turning their heads. I mean, honestly, it was hard not to. He quickly fell in with the “in-crowd,” and gained the title of “King of Hawkins.” Billy was the guy every girl wanted, and the person every guy wanted to be. He was the complete opposite of me. I was the quiet, good girl who got paid to write other people’s English papers. I always listened in class and was always home by curfew. Although there were many parties thrown, I was never in attendance. I never once thought for a second Billy would know who I was. But, he did.

Billy raised his eyebrows, and a small smirk fell onto his lips.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here, Y/N.”

Heat rose to my cheeks as I came back to reality.

“Yeah, well, same.”

Billy let out a chuckle,

“I live here.”

I shut my eyes tightly, completely regretting opening my mouth. I shook my head and brought my eyes to meet his again.

“Right, um, sorry. I know.”

He was amused at my inability to articulate my scrambled thoughts, but he was patient.

“I’m here for Max. I got paired as her mentor through the Big Sister program. We had a meeting today to talk about…girl things.”

His eyebrows rose again.

“Well, Y/N, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Max isn’t here.”

My stomach turned as embarrassment enveloped me. The red hue returned to my cheeks, and my eyes widened. I stood motionless and mute in front of Billy as he watched me.

“Okay,” I finally said, “I guess I’ll just go then.”

I quickly turned to leave and got halfway to my car when Billy spoke again, stopping me in my tracks.

“You could always stay and wait for her. She should be back soon.”

Something fluttered in my chest at his invitation, but I didn’t move immediately. I could see my car sitting on the curbside. It was beckoning me to jump in and drive home. The meeting could always be rescheduled; there was absolutely no reason for me to stay. But, for some unknown reason, I turned to face him. He stood there, leaning up against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. A small smirk played on his lips as he waited patiently for me to make my decision. I let out a breath and gave a nod.

“Okay,” I said before walking into the house.

I took careful steps as I followed Billy toward the couch. The TV, tuned to MTV, blared “Take Me to the Top” by Mötley Crüe. I watched as he bopped around the room, picking up miscellaneous items in a weak attempt to tidy up. A light laugh escaped my lips at the sight of Billy, Mr. Big-and-Bad, dancing around his living room.

“This is a great song and all, but I prefer “Live Wire.” It really shows off Vince’s vocal range, you know?” I said, looking at the photos perfectly placed on the beige walls.

Billy stopped and turned to face me with confusion written all over his face.

“You listen to Mötley?”

My eyes connected with his as I sat up a little straighter.

“I do, actually. I would have killed to see them in concert when they were in Indianapolis. My mom wouldn’t let me go though. She was worried I’d get kidnapped or something.”

Billy’s mouth was nearly on the floor as I spoke. I narrowed my eyes at him and let out a huff.

“Why is it so surprising that I listen to Mötley Crüe?”

He moved himself to the loveseat across from me and plopped down.

“I just assumed that someone like you would listen to lighter music, you know? Like Madonna or something, I don’t know.”

My jaw dropped, and my hand flew to my chest in mock offense.

“Mr. Hargrove, there is quite a lot that you don’t know about me.”

He smirked and placed his arms across the back of the couch.

“So, I am learning.”

The two of us sat across from each other for hours talking about music. Billy was shocked when I told him that I saw Poison live, and even more floored when I told him I flashed Bret Michaels’ bodyguard to get backstage. He laughed when I told him I had a massive crush on David Lee Roth, and I laughed even harder when he said he did too. We were in the middle of debating which Def Leppard album was better when Max finally came through the door.

“You honestly think ‘High ‘n’ Dry’ is better than ‘Pyromania?’” Billy asked.

A smile was spread across my face as I answered with confidence.

“Absolutely! I mean, ‘Bringin’ on the Heartbreak’ is amazing! How could you think any different?”

Billy was about to speak when Max pulled both of our attention to the door.

“Y/N?”

I sprang to my feet, heart beating loud enough for their neighbors to hear.

“Max!” I damn near shouted.

I cleared my throat and took a calming breath.

“You’re back. I’m here for our meeting. You know, for the Big Sister/Mentor thing.”

Her eyes narrowed with skepticism as she looked from Billy to me.

“Right.” She said, drawing out each syllable. “Let’s go to my room then.”

She took my arm in her hand and began dragging me toward her room. I sent Billy an apologetic look before Max slammed her bedroom door shut.

The meeting was longer than I expected. Max unloaded everything on me, something I was not expecting. I tried my best to listen and nod when appropriate, but I could not concentrate. Billy’s perfectly structured face was burning in my mind. From his deep blue eyes, and the way they held my gaze to the way his nose crinkled when he laughed. When Max finally realized I was not fully present, she decided to let me go stating she was tired.

She didn’t walk me to the door, but I didn’t mind. I made my way through the quiet house and to the front door. My heart nearly stopped when Billy grabbed the doorknob before me.

“So, I’ll see you next week at the same time?” He asked with a playful grin. “We still have to decide which Def Lepp album is better.”

I let out a small chuckle at his comment. Against my better judgment, I nodded.

“Yeah, same time next week; I’ll be here.”

He smiled before opening the door and watching me leave. I got in my car, trying my best to hide the wide grin spread across my lips. I gave a little wave before driving off with the thought of seeing Billy again playing in my mind.

From that day forward, it was a routine of ours. I would arrive exactly two hours before my meeting with Max was scheduled to spend time with Billy. We would sit in his room, me on his bed, and him on the floor, and just talk. It started out as small talk. He asked what my favorite color was, and I asked what his favorite season was. As the months rolled on, the conversations got deeper. He moved from the floor to lying next to me on his bed. He told me about his mother and how he tries so hard to make his father proud. I told him about my parents and how suffocating they are by controlling my every move. He told me he doesn’t like to fight, but he doesn’t know how else to express his emotions. I told him that I didn’t want to go to college, but couldn’t bear the thought of telling my parents. Slowly, but surely, we grew closer and closer.

Although our little talks had been going on for months, I still got excited about seeing Billy. When I pulled up in front of his house that day, I saw him waiting on the porch. It was different, but I tried not to look too much into it. Trying to mask the happiness bubbling over inside of me, I sauntered over to him. A wide smile spread across his lips at the sight of me, making my heart jump.

“Hey,” I said more to my feet than Billy.

He chuckled lightly.

“Hey.”

We stood in silence for a moment before Billy finally spoke.

“Can I take you somewhere?”

My mouth opened and closed with no words coming out at first.

“Um,” I began, “Yeah, sure.”

Billy’s blue eyes brightened at my response. He didn’t say anything in return, instead, he took my hand in his, and led me to his car. The feeling of his fingers intertwined with mine sent shock waves through my entire body. He opened the passenger side door for me before rushing to get behind the wheel. His nervous, jittery movements made me giggle. He was not acting like his normally cool and collected self.

In the car, from my peripherals, I could see him stealing glances of me. My heart pulsed in my chest, and I moved my hand to my face to hide my smile. “Faithfully” by Journey came from the radio, and molded with the sound of rubber over asphalt in perfect harmony. The windows were down, blowing the smell of Billy’s cologne and dewy grass into my face. I let myself look in his direction for a moment. His golden hair, whooshing wildly around his face, shined under the late afternoon sun. One hand sat perched on the top of the steering wheel while the other hung lazily out the window. His slender fingers drummed along to the radio. His eyes were glued to the empty road ahead of us. I bit my bottom lip as I let myself drink him up.

Billy turned the car down a dirt road, and shortly after that, we were parked under a large oak tree. There was nothing surrounding us but greenery. Billy got out first, and as I was taking in the view, he opened my door. He took my hand before guiding me to the front of his car. Standing in front of me, he gently placed his hands on my waste. He was closer than he had ever been. I could feel the warmth coming off his tense body. His hands gripped my hips a little before he lifted me effortlessly onto the hood. A nearly inaudible gasp left my lips at the sudden movement. He removed his hands from my body and sat down next to me. His arm brushed against mine, giving me shivers. The feeling of his body close to mine made my stomach tighten.

In a sad attempt to lessen the obvious tension between the two of us, I spoke.

“This place is beautiful, Billy. How did you find it?”

His eyes never strayed from the tree standing in front of us.

“I was driving one night to clear my mind when I came across the dirt road. It was probably kind of stupid now that I think about it, but I turned down it. I realized it was a dead-end, so I got out and sat for a while. From that day on, when I needed to just get away, I came here. It’s a good place to think.”

I took in the picturesque scenery in awe. With the sun setting, the tree coverage made me feel like I was in a fairytale. Billy cleared his throat, gaining my attention again.

“Can I, um, I need to tell you something, Y/N.”

He was fiddling with his hands, a nervous habit of his that I had picked up on. I gave an anxious nod to urge him to go on. His eyes were looking everywhere, but mine as he spoke.

“These past few months with you have been amazing.” He said.

My mouth fell slightly agape, not sure what to say in return. But, before I could reply, Billy continued in a rush.

“I’ve learned so much from you. Not just about who you are, but also about myself. I’ve learned that I don’t have to punch someone to get my point across, and it’s okay to walk away sometimes. You taught me that being a big brother isn’t as terrible as I made it out to be. Max is actually a pretty cool kid.

“I’ve learned that you love power ballads because they make you believe that people can really be in love. I also learned the hard way that you prefer the wall side of the bed.” He gave a light chuckle as he playfully rubbed the arm I hit months back when he tried to take my side of the bed. His eyes finally pulled away from the grassy roots ahead of us and met mine. He smiled and let out a sigh.

“You really are something special, Y/N.”

My cheeks flushed from the blunt compliment. Billy never ventured down the road of flattery with me before. Something had clearly changed between us. I gave a nervous laugh and waved him off.

“Oh, don’t give me that much credit.”

“No, really.” Billy began, “You’ve made me into a better person. I’m a better version of myself when I’m with you, Y/N.”

His steady gaze held mine as I hung on to every word that he spoke. I could feel the heat climbing up my neck again and quickly averted my eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that!” I said with another nervous chuckle, “You’re making me blush.”

I looked back up to find his eyes still set on me. My hands began to sweat as I held onto my knees for support.

“I, Billy…” I trailed off.

His eyes began to gloss over before he finally spoke again.

“Y/N, I think I’m in love with you, and that absolutely terrifies me.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words. They echoed in my ears and embraced my heavy beating heart.

“Why does it terrify you?”

He ran his hands over his face before running them through his perfect mane of hair.

“I don’t know. I just, I’ve never felt this way before, for anyone. I’ve never known what this could feel like. The only other person I felt genuine love for walked out of my life without looking back. I’m afraid of putting myself in that position again. I’m scared that if I let myself be vulnerable again, you’ll leave just like my mother did. I don’t want to feel that kind of pain ever again, Y/N. I can’t go through that again. I won’t make it.”

“Billy,” I said, placing my hand on top of his, “I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not tomorrow, and not six months from now.”

He moved his gaze to meet mine again. With my eyes glued to his, I gave his hand a squeeze.

“You’re not the only person who has learned new things these past few months, Billy. I used to be a hermit who only left the house to go to school. You taught me how to embrace the world around me. You showed me that there is more to life than just math and science assignments. I’ve learned that taking risks is scary, but dammit it’s so worth it. Billy, you taught me how to live, and you showed me that even I am capable of falling in love.”

My hands were shaking, and this time Billy gave my hand a squeeze encouraging me to go on. I shut my eyes and let out a breath.

“I’ve never felt these feelings before. The way my heart jumps at just the thought of you. Or how your smile makes it hard to breathe. Billy, I’ve never craved another human being before. This is all new to me.”

I opened my eyes and met his cerulean orbs, full of anticipation.

“You’re not the only one who’s terrified, Billy.”

We held each other’s gaze for a moment, acutely aware of the other’s every movement. My heart was racing, and my breathing quickened with each passing second. I felt his hand leave mine, and slowly land on my right cheek. My eyes shut as I leaned into his warm touch. Every one of my senses was on high alert. I could hear his short breaths as he inched closer toward me. I could feel his other hand land softly on my left cheek. I could smell his coconut shampoo as his little ringlets brushed against my face.

Our lips were only inches from one another, and my whole body ached for him to close the distance. His thumbs drew small circles on my cheeks before he finally connected his lips to mine. My hands gripped his toned arms as I melted into the kiss. He pulled me closer until I was practically in his lap. I let my hands wander up his arms until they found the back of his neck. My fingers tangled in his soft curls as our lips moved together in complete bliss.

When he reluctantly pulled away, I was breathless. He moved his hands to my waist and hoisted me onto his lap. Straddling him, I placed my forehead against his and smiled. He gently rubbed his nose against mine, making me chuckle.

“I love you so much, Y/N.”

Tingles washed over me at his words. With a cheesy grin plastered on my face, I leaned close to his ear, and whispered,

“I love you so much more, Billy.”

A low chuckle shook his body as he wrapped his arms around me. He trailed kisses up and down my neck before leaning back onto his hood and pulling me into another passionate kiss.

#Billy Hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader #dacre montgomery #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things season 2 fanfiction #stranger things season 2 imagines #stranger things season 2 fanfic #stranger things season 2 #stranger things season 2 imagine

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junosmind · 5 years ago

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A World of Firsts

rating: teen and up audiences (for language)

characters: mike wheeler, el hopper, jim hopper, max mayfield

relationships: mike wheeler/el hopper

(disclaimer: i also originally posted this on archive of our own, so click the link to give it some love)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19855081

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“you LIE!”

el storms through the door to the Wheeler’s basement, mentally throwing it open without even flinching.

thunder cracks through the sky as rain continues to cascade from the clouds.

“el! el would you just stop for a minute?”, Mike runs to catch up to her, out of breath. He spots her frantically packing her bag in the corner of the room, immediately rushing to stop her.

“hey. el. el! please would you just listen to me?”

he reaches out to touch her shoulder, desperate to try and stop her so he could explain. so he could say anything to get her to stay even though she had every right to leave and never look back.

mike knew he was probably the stupidest teenage boy in the world, and by far the shittiest boyfriend to an amazing girl who deserves so much better.

she whips her head around, fire ignited in her eyes as she stares him down.

mike slightly retreats, but he doesn’t relent.

“i’m done listening”, she practically spits at him, turning back around to try and violently close her bag, but failing much to her annoyance.

“you won’t even give me a chance! i’m trying el, i really am. i just need you to calm d-“

“calm down?”, el says quietly but sharply, her voice wavering from the anger radiating off of her.

she’s standing up now, walking towards mike as he stands and creeps backwards until his back hits the wall.

“el please i-“, mike hopelessly pleads to her, tears now brimming his eyes at the raw emotion he caused her.

“no.”, she says, now inches from his face.

“no. more. lies. you say nana is sick and that you can’t see me, but you’re out with your friends running around the mall like some...”, el fishes her memory for the exact word max used to describe mike earlier,

“asshole”, she finishes indignantly, watching the hurt instantly flash across mike’s features.

“don’t...don’t do this”, mike’s voice cracks as a massive lump forms in his throat and pressure builds upon his chest.

el briefly closes her eyes, and then opens them again.

“you say you care about me. you tell me friends don’t lie but you do it anyways. you make so many promises, but all you do is break them. why? why do you treat me like garbage?”, she whispers the last word, the anger fading into complete and utter heartbreak.

mike can literally feel his heart shatter at her words.

he knew he’d fuck this up eventually.

“you don’t mean that.”, mike whimpers as he reaches to cup her face, but is absolutely mortified when a powerful force pushes it back against the wall.

a painful silence fills the room, and all that can be heard is the storm brewing outside and the heavy breathing of a heartbroken girl standing before a terrified and desperate boy.

el has never once used her powers on mike out of sheer anger before. she has never even thought of taking out her problems on the boy she loves more than anything, so the fact that she actually did not only surprised mike, but herself as well.

“goodbye, mike”, el muttered, walking away from him, each step more painful than the last.

she’s suddenly reminded of the first time she was separated from him. those same words uttered from her mouth as she looked back at him for the last time, the same look of desperation, pain, and worry etched all over his face. mike wheeler is still the same stupid little boy he was then.

the same stupid little boy who never knew how to shut his mouth and could nervously ramble on about unimportant topics without even realizing.

the same stupid little boy who looked at her like he wanted to give her the world and more, even if he knew he wouldn’t be the best at it.

the same, stupid, amazing, beautiful boy who showed how much he loved her every minute of every day without even saying anything.

here she was screaming at him and unintentionally using her powers on him when he couldn’t even defend himself.

el is snapped back into reality at the sound of a heart wrenching sob echoing through the small basement as she turned to see mike collapse in a lanky pile on the floor.

“el p-please don’t g-go! i don’t want to l-l-lose you again! i....”, he pauses, his voice cracking as he tries to force out one last word, “can’t.”

mike completely breaks down, curling into a ball on the floor as he continues to cry even harder than before, if that’s even possible.

el feels hot tears stream down her cheeks at the sight of him, never once witnessing him so vulnerable, and she feels compelled to comfort him as her heart tugs her closer.

“mike?”, she whispers, crouching down next to him. she gently tugs on his arms in an effort to make him look at her, and he eventually lets her, sitting up to meet her gaze.

she takes in his usually bright and exuberant, boyish features that now seem so broken. his sharp and pale cheeks dotted with freckles are now stained with tears and splotched with different hues of red. his dark, ebony eyes are cloudy and bloodshot.

how could she do this to him?

el begins to cry again, and places her hands on either side of his cheeks, wiping away the fresh tears streaming down his face. he slowly places his hands over hers, unsure if she’ll retreat like she did earlier.

she doesn’t though, and he breathes a shaky sigh of relief and leans into her touch.

“i’m...so, so sorry. i would never leave you, not again. i’m here”, she reassures him.

he shakes his head though, and her stomach drops. he moves her hands from his face and drops them to his lap, intertwining their fingers together.

“don’t apologize, el. this is all my fault. i lied to you and blew you off but i swear it’s the last thing i wanted to do. hopper...he-he scared me and i thought i’d lose you if i didn’t listen to him but then i fucked up and almost lost you for good this time and it scared me shitless el. i do care about you...i care about you so much it hurts and all i want to do is protect you even though i know you’re fully capable of-“

“mike”, el giggled slightly, and mike realized he had been rambling again.

damn him and his unstoppable mouth.

they pressed their foreheads together, their cold, red noses touching slightly as they closed their eyes and basked in the proximity of each other.

after all they’ve been through, they knew that this would only make them stronger.

they also knew that the word mike wanted to say wasn’t “care” because they were far more than just a couple of teenagers in a meaningless high school relationship.

eventually, mike would find the courage to say it, and when he did she would say it back. everything would make sense in that moment.

but that’s another first for another time.

#mileven #mileven fanfic #first fight #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #they love each other #so much #mike wheeler #eleven #jim hopper #max mayfield

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thenyouturnedbitch · 6 years ago

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The Light in the Piazza (Billy Hargrove X Shy!Reader)

A/N: I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT! BUT SUMMER BREAK IS IN LIKE 6 DAYS FOR ME SO I’LL BE ABLE TO WRITE MORE.

Warnings: None

Wordcount; 1.7k

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x reader, Max Mayfield x reader (platonic)

"Ms. (l/n), can I talk to you before you leave?" Your English teacher Mrs. Najdawi asked.

"Yes, Of course. What do you need?" You say as you stop on your way to the door and head back to her desk with your books tightly clenched to your chest.

"There is a new student in the middle school, she just moved from California. The English teacher says she is struggling a little in her class and she wanted a high school student to help her. I thought you would be perfect for the job."

"Of course, I would be glad to help her." You say with a huge smile as your heart stops hammering in your chest.

"I'll give you her address. You will meet every day after school at her house to assist her." Mrs. Najdawi says as she neatly writes out the student's address and name on a piece of paper.

You knock on the door of the house for the third time clutching the piece of paper in your hand, rechecking the address on the paper to the one on the house. You felt your heart beating erratically in your chest as your fist knocks against the wooden door one more time.

You turn around to leave as a tall man with dark hair and a mustache opens the door, "We're not interested in anything that you're selling. Just fucking leave us alone." the man says loudly.

"No... I'm not here to sell anything I'm (y/n) (l/n), I'm here to help," You look down at your paper "Maxine Mayfield with English. Her teacher sent me, I'm supposed to be here every day to help her."

"Maxine prefers to be called Max." A young red-haired girl says as she popped out from behind the man in front of you.

"Oh, sorry I was just reading what I had on the paper." you apologized to her.

Mr. Mayfield looks you over and gives you a cold smile "I'm Neil Hargrove," he says "My wife and I were just about to leave when you arrived. My delinquent of a son still isn't home to watch Maxine."

"I would be glad to watch Max, while you two are out, Mr. Hargrove."

"We won't pay you." He says matter-of-factly

"No payment is necessary, I'll be here tutoring her anyway so I don't mind having to watch her extra."

"Okay, we're a little tight on money since we just moved to Hawkins."

"Of course, I understand."You say smiling at Mr. Hargrove.

He lets you in and Max leads you to the living room where she has her homework set up. A few hours after Mr. Hargrove leaves with his wife you and Max start getting to know each other instead of doing homework.

"You know how to skateboard?" You ask her in awe.

"Yeah, my stepbrother taught me how back in California. I could teach you if you want." She offers

"Really, I would love to learn how."

"What do you like to do for fun?" Max asks.

"I mostly keep to myself and read, I'm not a very interesting person."

"Come on, (y/n) there has to be something."

"I mean... I sing... a little and never in front of anyone. Unless your reflection counts."

"Let me hear," Max begs, looking at you with big pouty eyes

"One verse then we're getting back to work."

"Yes!" She says pumping her fist in the air.

You get yourself mentally prepared and make some changes to the song in your head before you start.

"These are very popular, in California." you say picking up Max's skateboard "It’s the land of naked marble boys. Something we don’t see a lot in Hawkins Indiana, That’s the land of corduroys."

You stop singing as you hear the front door slam shut and you jump up from your spot on the floor. You look up and see a beautiful boy with golden locks and brilliant blue eyes. Quickly you recognize him as the new boy who got into three fights in his first week in Hawkins.

"Who's this chick?" He asks motioning at you.

"She's my tutor for school, Billy" Max replies.

Billy looks you up and down before scoffing and walking down the hall and slamming what you assumed was his room door.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n) he's not been very happy since we found out that we were moving to Hawkins."

"I can understand, Hawkins isn't as thrilling as California. Let's get to work."

After a few months of working with Max, you and her older brother, Billy became used to each others presence in the house. Max was in the bathroom and you were cooking dinner for the three of you since Mr. Hargrove and Susan left to go shopping once again. Since you were in the kitchen by yourself you started singing softly to yourself about your feelings for Billy.

"Lips meet teeth and tongue, my heart skips eight beats at once." You sing as you dance around the stove making dinner.

"I didn't know you could sing," Billy says leaning against the wall leading into the kitchen.

You jump back at the sound of his voice and almost hit your hand on the burner before Billy grabbed it so you didn't. "Oh, I really don't it was just kinda, I had it stuck in my head."

"You sound really good." You become hyper-aware of the fact that he still is holding your hand. You pull your hand away quickly and turn back to the pots on the stove. "I'm serious you know, (y/n), you should do the talent show."

"I don't do good with being in the public's attention." You keep your head down as you focus on dinner.

"Come on you would be amazing."

"I'm not doing it, Billy, I just can't."

"If you do it, I'll... take you out to dinner."

"That doesn't seem like a fair trade exactly."

"Yes it is, you're always here helping Max with her work you could use a break and just enjoy yourself."

"A date doesn't seem like a break and I don't think that I would enjoy myself all that much." You look at Billy out of the corner of your eye and see his face drop. You turn your head and start to explain yourself "No, I didn't mean.."

"Forget it, (y/n) it doesn't matter." With that, he walks into his room and slams the door. You rest your head on the cabinet in front of you and release a big sigh.

The next few weeks were an actual hell for you, every interaction that you had with Billy was brief and uncomfortable. A quick glance in the hallways at school and an incoherent sound when he walks through the door at his own house.

"Are you and my brother going through something?" Max asks.

"It's complicated, I said something about not enjoying a date and that for some reason set him off."

"Is that what I heard him rehearsing the other day."

"What?"

"Yeah, I overheard him practicing asking someone to dinner or something."

"Do you think that was for me? Did I mess things up? I really don't know how to talk to people."

"Just talk to him."

"I don't know how," You rest your head on your hand "I've never been good at communicating with people."

You and Max work for a few more hours before you jump up with an idea "That's it!"

"What?"

"I have an idea how to make it up to Billy just make sure that he is at the school's auditorium next week at 6."

You spend all week practicing the song that you were going to sing to make up for being insensitive towards Billy. It was a nerve-racking week because you've never sung in front of more than one or two people at a time so singing in front of the entire Hawkins population.

Standing in the wings of the school's auditorium you started to have second thoughts about performing. You were trying to calm yourself down when a stagehand came up behind you "You're on next" and walked away. 'Oh fuck, why did I think this was a good idea?' You hear your name get announced and feel someone push a microphone in your hand and you towards the stage.

You walk slowly to the center of the stage and close your eyes and take a calming breath. When you open your eyes you scan the crowd for Billy and when you see him standing in the back with his arms crossed you nodded letting them know you were ready to start.

You hear the opening notes of the piano start on the song and the song starts "All it'd take is one flight, We'd be in the same time zone, Looking through your timeline. Seeing all the rainbows, I, I got an idea And I know that it sounds crazy. I just wanna see ya, Oh, I gotta ask Do you got plans tonight? I'm a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I, I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight 'Cause I-I-I can't get you off my mind, Can't get you off my mind, Can't get you off my mind (oh). I could feel the tension, we could cut it with a knife, I know it's more than just a friendship I can hear you think I'm right, yeah. Do I gotta convince you? That you shouldn't fall asleep. It'll only be a couple hours and I'm about to leave" You get really into performing the song and start having fun on stage.

After the 'awards' portion of the show, you head to the auditorium to find Billy. You spot his signature hair and jacket and walk up to him, "Hey, I haven't seen you in a while."

"Oh shut up, (l/n)" Billy says before he pulls you close to him and kisses you deeply. You hold yourself up by wrapping your arms around his neck and kiss him back.

"What was that?" You say after Billy pulls away.

"Something I've wanted to do for a while and I should have done it sooner. What made you do the talent show?"

"I thought about the offer you made me originally and I would like to raise the stakes of the offer."

"How so?"

"Instead of you taking me to dinner. I'll take you to my favorite picnic spot tomorrow and it'll be a date."

Billy slips his hands around your waist and pulls you close to a sort of hug "That sounds amazing."

"We'll make a day of it so you don't have to deal with Neil for a few hours. How does that sound?"

"Anywhere I am with you sounds like heaven."

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Mayfield | Series - Pt. IX

Summary: Max Mayfield and Billy Hargrove aren’t the only new kids to step foot into Hawkins. Meet Y/N Mayfield, Max’s big sister, who’s here to make sure no one messes with her sister.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Mayfield!Reader (SLOW BURN)

Characters: Y/N Mayfield, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler

Warnings: Language, Violence

Word Count: 5.6k (THIS IS THE LONGEST THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN. HERE’S TO HOPING IT DOESN’T TOTALLY SUCK)

Tags: TAGS HAVE BEEN MOVED TO THE END OF THE POST!

A/N: SO. I really didn’t want to split this part in two. I had a plan, I wanted to stick with it, but it resulted in this very long installment. I can PROMISE that the pot of gold is in fact at the end of this rainbow. (the pot is what happens at the end, the rainbow is this installment. get it?) so go forth and read. pls read.

** DISCLAIMER ** I am not the genius who came up with this brilliant show. I am just the crazy fangirl who inserted a random character and added a few twists.

You tried to push yourself up off of the ground but your hands were shaking as your ankle continued to throb. You cursed loudly when you heard screaming coming from inside of the house and slammed your hands down onto the dirt.

You could hear Steve groan and while you were concerned for him, you were more concerned for the kids in that house. You finally managed to push yourself up but were very unsteady on your feet as you stumbled forward. You sure as hell did a number on your ankle when you had been pushed down.

You reached forward to grab a hold of one of the beams of the house but turned your head suddenly when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. Steve had picked himself up and was holding you against his side. “I’ve got you,” he said to you as he held onto your waist tightly.

You looked up at him and nodded your head. Together the two of you stepped forward and he reached forward to push the door open.

You looked over as you heard Billy groan and scream. When the two of you turned the corner, Steve pushed you over to the kids and you grabbed onto Max, quickly trying to wrap your arms around her and the other two as Steve walked over to Billy.

“You’re dead,” Billy threatened Lucas.

Steve grabbed Billy’s arm and spun him around quickly.You looked at your stepbrother’s face, knowing he was shocked to see Steve back on his feet. “No,” Steve muttered. “You are.”

You gasped loudly as Steve swung his fist back, punching Billy right in the jaw.

“Steve!” Max shouted out and Dustin stepped forward with a grin, but you quickly tugged him back.

As Billy stumbled back and started to laugh, Lucas ran over to the kids and you pulled him over, keeping your eyes on the other two.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh?” Billy shouted as he flipped his head back. His eyes were wild and you could see a trail of blood leaking from his nose. “I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about!

You held your breath as you watched Steve step forward and lightly press his fingers against Billy’s chest, his words short and clipped, “Get out.”

“Billy, just go,” you whispered. Your voice was shaking and your ankle was hurting the more you stood on it.

He didn’t, though. He didn’t go. He flung his fist forward and Steve ducked quickly, landing another punch on Billy who fell backward into the table.

You screamed as the kids started to cheer and you stumbled backward so you could pull them all out of the way.

Dustin was the most encouraging as he shouted, “Yes! Kick his ass, Steve!”

“Get him!” Mike screamed.

“Murder the son of a bitch! Now! Now!” Dustin continued.

“Get that shithead!” Mike added.

You watched with fearful eyes as you clung to your sister, who was clinging to Lucas. Steve had backed Billy up against the sink and you couldn’t see his face, but you knew he was fuming with anger and hatred. Billy was laughing maniacally, completely unfazed by each punch. You watched Billy closely and screamed out loud, “Steve, move!”

It was too late. Billy had slammed the plate against Steve’s head, causing him to stumble backward and reach up to grasp his head.

You and Lucas screamed at the same time, just as Mike shouted, “Holy shit!”

Max tried to get the attention of Billy but her efforts fell flat. Steve was standing next to Dustin who reached out to help him, but Billy marched forward and swung again.

“Dustin, get the fuck over here!” you screamed at him as he ducked.

Billy was on a rampage. His eyes were focused on nothing but Steve and you pushed the others out of the way just as he moved towards you.

“Billy, please stop this, you can’t-” you jumped forward but Billy pushed you back again. Max and Lucas stepped over to hold you as you almost fell back again.

Billy had grabbed Steve and leaned into his face, spitting, “No one tells me what to do!” You cringed as Billy slammed his head forward into Steve’s and threw him back, screaming loudly at Steve to get up and continue the fight.

You watched in horror as Steve’s body lay on the ground. He could barely move and the kids began to yell once again as they tried desperately to get Billy to stop.

“You’re gonna kill him!” Dustin kept shouting and you had to hold his shirt tightly to get him from storming forward.

There it was again. Punch after punch. More blood. People screaming.

“Don’t do this.”

You could feel your throat closing up and your eyes were cloudy with tears. You couldn’t do anything. You could barely breathe.

Max looked over at you and saw the panic rise in your face, then turned her head back to the other side. Her answer to the problem laid in a syringe and she reached forward to grab it, quickly ripping the cap off. With a look of determination, she pushed Lucas and Mike out of the way before moving forward.

Your head snapped towards her and you stumbled forward, unable to reach out to her or get her to stop.

Max raised her arm up before slamming the needle into the side of Billy’s neck, quickly pushing the plunger down which ejected the liquid. Billy grunted and stood up slowly, looking over at the group before he reached up slowly to touch the syringe. You jumped forward and pulled Max against you, your arm covering her chest protectively as you stared up at Billy.

He pulled it out and looked over at the two of you, “The hell is this?”

With each step forward that Billy took, you took one step backward to keep distance.

“Y/N?” he looked up at you as he started to pant, then back at Max. “You little shit, what did you do?”

Billy fell back and you all jumped backward. “Shit,” Mike whispered.

Max tugged herself from your arms and you watched as she moved over, grabbing a bat that had nails sticking out of it. Your eyes went wide as you asked, “What the fuck is that?”

She ignored you and stood over Billy, holding the bat over her head as she looked down at him, “From here on out, you leave me, my friends and my sister, alone. Do you understand?”

“Screw you,” he muttered.

She brought the bat down hard right in between his legs, slamming it against the floor before ripping it back up, screaming back at him, “Say you understand! Say it! Say it!”

You moved forward and wrapped your hand around the bat, trying to pry it from her hands as you leaned down and spoke softly, “Max it’s okay. It’s okay, kid.”

“I understand,” Billy’s words were slurring together.

“What?” Max asked him.

“I understand,” he repeated himself.

Max stepped backward and you looked down at Billy, who looked up at you with a blank expression. All it took was one glance over at Steve’s still body and one touch of Max’s shaking hand as she dropped the bat, and your body was filling with anger all over again. You stood over him as you pulled your foot back and slammed it into his side. He groaned but he couldn’t move to curl over and you repeated your actions, kicking him once again.

Perhaps it was a poor choice on your part. Maybe you should have set a better example for the kids. But you couldn’t help but pour all of your emotions into every blow you delivered to his body. Anger for what he had done to Steve, anger for how he had treated the kids, especially Max, as well as how he treated you. Anger for how he disrespected George’s memory, anger for how he continuously threw George’s death in your face, just anger. You didn’t even realize you had begun to scream your hatred for him and you didn’t notice his eyes falling shut as whatever was in that syringe took over his body, but what you did notice was multiple pairs of arms wrap around your waist and pull you back.

“Take it easy, Rocky!” Dustin had shouted.

“He’s out, he’s out,” Lucas was trying to get your attention.

You gasped as your mind cleared itself up and you looked around, finally taking notice of the house. Drawings were hung up all over the place and the window had been shattered, but by what you had no idea.

“You good?” Dustin was asking you.

You looked down at him with wide eyes as you asked, “What the fuck is going on?”

“It’s a long story,” Max sighed as she leaned down to pull the car keys from Billy’s pocket. She held them up and looked over at Mike, “Let’s get out of here.”

“What?” you asked her as Lucas and Dustin released their grip on you. You stepped over Billy’s body and dropped down to Steve’s side, trying to see his face. Your heart broke when you saw how bruised and beaten it was. “We can’t go anywhere. We have to help Steve.”

“Trust me, Y/N, we can help him on the way. We have to go,” Dustin looked over at you. “Lucas, go grab Steve an icepack and I’ll go grab him some band-aids. Max and Mike, load up the car.”

The kids nodded and you watched as they ran around “Load up the...hey, hey! What is going on!?”

You continued to shout that question as you crouched by Steve, but you received no answer.

Lucas rushed back with an icepack and thrust it into your hand before running outside to help the others. Dustin came back and shrugged a bit, “All I could find were these but hopefully they’ll work.” You watched as he leaned forward and started placing band-aids carefully onto Steve’s face, but the battered teenager didn’t even move. He was knocked out cold.

“You think you can help me get him into the car?” Dustin asked you.

“Why do we need to get him into the car? Are we bringing him to the hospital?” you answered his question with another question.

He ignored you and the two of you tried to pull Steve up. After a little bit of struggle, and after Dustin had to call in Mike and Lucas, you all had somehow managed to stumble out to Billy’s Camaro. Mike climbed into the back and ignored you completely as you asked about the can of gasoline. Dustin pushed Steve in and then looked over at you, “It’s gonna be a bit of a tight squeeze but you need to sit with us in the back because if Steve wakes up he is going to freak out and you are probably the one who can calm him down. He’ll most likely be cool with it, but just in case, you should be with him.”

“You want me to calm him down? You dipshits won’t even tell me what the hell you’re up to! Someone is going to have to calm me down!” you started to shout and Max ran over to you, touching your arm. You spun around and looked at your sister, “What the fuck, Max?”

“Let’s just say that all of our lives are in danger and if we don’t leave right now, we’re basically going to die.”

“WHAT?” you screamed loudly.

“Y/N, please!” Max grabbed your hands tightly and began to plead with you, “Please just get in the car and I promise I will explain everything once this is all done! I need you. I need my sister and I do not say that often, but I’m saying it now.”

You tried to catch your breath as you stared at her while Dustin climbed into the back and continued to hold the icepack against Steve’s head.

“Max I swear to god,” you whispered lowly. “When we get home, you are not leaving my room until every single one of my questions are answered. Now, who the hell is driving this thing?”

She grinned and shook Billy’s keys.

“Oh no,” you started to yell. “Absolutely not! You don’t know how to drive! You’ve driven once in your entire life and that was in a parking lot!”

“Yeah well it’s more experience than anyone else in this car besides you and you are on Steve duty so get in the car and stop talking!” she shouted before jumping into the driver’s seat.

You cursed loudly and climbed into the back of the car, sitting in between Steve and Dustin. Lucas pushed the chair back and sat in the front with Max.

Max took off and you felt your stomach lurch. How did you end up here? What the hell had happened to bring you to this very moment where you were putting your lives in the hands of your thirteen-year-old sister?

Besides Lucas giving Max instructions on where to go, the car was mostly quiet and filled with tension. Your eyes went to Steve and you swallowed, hoping that he would wake up soon and that Billy had not done any major damage to him. You looked away from him to look over at your sister, but Steve groaned and you looked back at him. “Steve?” you asked him.

He looked over at his side and his eyes trailed up to Mike as he groaned, “Nancy?”

Well, that stung more than you had expected it to.

Mike gave him a weird look then looked up at you.

Steve groaned again and reached up to touch his face but you reached forward and pushed his hand down carefully while whispering, “Don’t touch your face.”

Steve turned to look over at you and Dustin peeked his head out from behind you as he grinned, “Hey buddy.” Dustin hushed him gently as Steve looked over at the two of you. “It’s okay, you put up a good fight. He kicked your ass, but you put up a fight,” he reassured him.

“Dustin, stop it,” you rolled your eyes and sighed, your eyebrows pushed together as you looked down at him. “Steve, can you hear us?”

He groaned and tried to move around, reaching up to touch the icepack.

“Okay, you’re gonna keep straight for half a mile, then make a left on Mount Sinai,” Lucas instructed Max as he looked over at her.

“Steve you really shouldn’t be moving so much,” you tried to get him to sit still but he pulled the icepack off as he looked over at Max.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked.

Max turned to face him and you heard his intake of breath, causing you to mutter, “Fuck, here we go.”

“Oh my god,” Steve groaned as he started to panic.

Dustin spoke over you as you tried to keep him calm, “Just relax. She’s driven before.”

“Yeah, in a parking lot!” Mike exclaimed.

“That counts,” Lucas turned his head to jump into the conversation and defend Max. You would have thought this was cute had you not been focused on trying to get Steve to relax.

“Steve, really, it’s gonna be okay. Max is fine,” you whispered to him.

He continued to say, “Oh my god,” over and over to himself and you ignored Dustin sighed, “I promised that you’d be cool, okay?”

You fell backward into the seat with the others as Max pushed her foot down on the gas pedal, the car accelerating forward. Steve started to shout, “Oh my god. No! Whoa! Stop the car! Slow down!”

He clutched to your arms, his other arm tossed over Mike and you hold onto him, “Steve you need to calm down!”

Both you and Mike spun towards Dustin and shouted simultaneously, “I told you he’d freak out!”

“Stop the car!” Steve continued to cry out.

“Everybody shut up! I’m trying to focus!” Max screamed over all of you.

“Oh wait, that’s Mount Sinai!” Lucas’ voice joined the others. “Make a left!”

“What?” Max turned her head quickly.

“Make a left!” Lucas screamed at her, throwing his arm to the left of the car.

Max spun the wheel quickly and all you heard was a crash, watching a mailbox fly by the window. Steve was screaming, you were screaming, the kids were screaming, but Max kept driving as the car turned quickly. Steve’s legs kicked up as he turned towards you and you tried your best to keep it together.

The engine was revving as she sped forward, the car coming to a complete stop a few minutes later. Steve jumped forward and grabbed at the seats as he shouted, and you dropped your head back as you tried to catch your breath.

“Whoa!” Dustin cried out.

“Incredible,” Mike was looking over at Max with wide eyes.

“I told you. Zoomer,” Max said before she jumped out of the car.

All of the kids jumped out quickly and you rushed forward, turning to help Steve. He kicked the seats forward and fell out of the car, causing you to take a step back. You looked around, having no idea where the hell you were and why you were there to begin with.

The kids were gathering things by the trunk and you watched in confusion as they began to tie bandanas around their faces. “What the fuck...” you whispered to yourself.

Steve groaned beside you and tried to pull himself up, “Guys.”

You looked over at Max, who began to pull a pair of safety goggles over her head as the others grabbed canisters of fuel and hoses.

“Oh no. Guys,” Steve stood up straight and looked over at them, trying to get their attention.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” you stepped ahead of Mike but he stepped around you easily. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? What are you doing with that? Put that back immediately!”

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Steve was calling out to Mike.

The kids were ignoring the two of you and Steve was growing frustrated, “What are you deaf!? Hello? We are not going down there right now. I made myself clear!”

“Going down where!?” you looked over at Steve with wide eyes.

“Hey, there’s no chance we’re going to that hole, all right!?” Steve ignored you and you rushed over to see what he had been pointing at.

“What the fuck?” you stumbled backward, almost knocking into Lucas as he walked behind you.

“It’s really best that you don’t ask questions, Y/N, and just go get suited up,” Max came up beside you and thrust bandanas, gloves, and goggles into your chest.

As Steve yelled over at Dustin you pulled Max to the side and dropped down so you were eye level with her. “Max,” you said her name with a trembling voice. “Ya gotta give me something, kid. You go missing all day long and now all of this is going on.”

“I can’t explain it to you right now but I promise that I will,” she said before she went to turn around again.

“No!” you reached out to touch her hand and tug her back. “No. This ends now. Tell me what the hell is in that hole or I’m throwing you in that car and we’re leaving,”

“It’s another world, okay?” Max sighed. “It’s another world that is threatening this one and we need to go down there and burn it to the ground. I can’t say any more than that or we’ll run out of time.”

You looked at her with wide eyes and started to laugh slowly. “Okay,” you nodded your head. “I hit my head in the car before with Billy. This is all a dream. This is all just one big dream and I’m gonna wake up tomorrow, in my own damn bed, and this will be nothing!” You went on and on as you stood up, starting to pace nervously, and you didn’t even notice as Max walked away.

You snapped out of it quickly when Steve grabbed your arm and spun you around quickly as he shouted, “Y/N!”

You looked at him as you started to breathe rapidly, shaking your head, “This is a dream.”

“It’s not. None of this, Mayfield, and trust me, I get the freak-out, but we need to go now,” he muttered to you.

And that is how you find yourself with a black bandana tied around your mouth, gloves covering your hand and big goggles covering your face, while you dropped feet first into a giant hole.

Steve had let the kids go first and then he looked over at you. You shook your head slowly and he held his hand out. His voice was muffled from his bandana but you were still able to hear him as he said, “I promise I will not let go of your hand a single second that we’re down there, okay?”

“I’m holding you to that promise, Harrington,” you swallowed before you took his hand and dropped into the hole.

You had no idea what you had been expecting, but this wasn’t it. It was dark and absolutely freezing, and the intense feeling of fear fled your entire body as you looked around. Steve dropped next to you and took his own moment to look around, muttering underneath his breath, “Holy shit.”

“What the fuck is this place?” you whispered.

“It’s the Upside Down,” Dustin answered as he walked by.

Steve, like he had promised, reached down and held your hand tight and you stepped over to him.

Max caught the action and grinned to herself, but quickly reminded herself that now was not the proper time to have an “I told you so” moment.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s this way!

“You’re pretty sure or you’re certain?” Dustin questioned his friend.

Steve moved slightly to pull something onto his back as you looked around, trying to convince yourself that you were actually awake and living this very moment.

“I’m one hundred percent sure! Just follow me and you’ll know!” Mike responded.

Mike stepped forward to lead the group but Steve tugged you forward as he called out, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, hey, hey. I don’t think so!” His other hand clutched a flashlight as he shined it over at Mike.

“What?” Mike asked him.

“Any of you little shits die down here, I’m getting the blame. Got it, dipshit?”

“Here,” you held your free hand out to him and Steve passed you the map, which had a big red ‘X’ on it.

“From here on out, Y/N and I are leading the way,” Steve announced to the rest of the group. “Come on, let’s go.”

You kept your head turned to make sure everyone was following as Steve called out to them again, “Come on!”

“What exactly are we leading them to, Steve?” you looked up at him, but it was near impossible to see him.

“You’ll see when we get there,” he sighed. He turned his head back and shouted out again, “Hey, a little hustle!”

You could only guess that you had somehow found yourself in an underground maze, or some sort of tunnel system. You were trying your best to read the map but it was difficult, as you had no idea what it was, but Mike was at your side to read it out.

“What is this place?” Max whispered from behind you.

“That’s what I’ve been asking myself this entire time. You guys know better than I do,” you said.

You continued to walk but stopped suddenly when you heard Dustin scream loudly.

Steve dropped your hand quickly and you ran back with the group. Dustin was crying out for help and Mike tried to get ahead, shouting out his friend’s name. You all looked down as the kids crowded around Dustin, but Steve pushed forward as he cried out, “What happened?”

“It’s in my mouth! Some got in my mouth! Shit!” Dustin was screaming.

“What got in your mouth?” you tried to get him to talk, but nothing was working.

You all stood by and watched as he hunched over, coughing and hacking violently. A few seconds later he looked up at you and sighed, “I’m okay.”

Max sighed, “You serious?”

“Very, funny man,” Steve rolled his eyes.

You leaned forward to help Dustin up as the rest of the group continued to walk and he gave you a grin. “Pull up that bandana, kid,” you laughed a little before hitting his head lightly, running to catch up with the others. The kids parted for you and you took your place at Steve’s side, who already had his hand held out for you.

He looked over at you for a minute as he muttered, “Let me see that map.”

You held it up to him as you both turned a corner and he looked up slowly. You realized that you had reached the red ‘X’ and looked up just as Steve motioned to Mike, “All right, Wheeler. I think we found your hub.”

The six of you looked around slowly and you took a deep breath, finding yourself at the very center of multiple tunnels.

“Let’s drench it,” Mike said.

As if it were practiced, the kids marched forward and began to spread gasoline everywhere. They were spraying it on the walls and pouring it all over the floors. You had no idea what it was for you but you snatched up an extra can and pitched in to help. You moved around slowly and looked up to find Steve watching you. “What?” you asked him.

He shook his head slowly and looked away, moving to pull something out of his pocket. The kids dropped the gasoline once they were done and moved over to Steve. You dropped your own can and stepped over, moving to grab your sister’s hand. Steve knelt down in front of the group as he took his gloves off, “All right, you guys ready?”

The kids confirmed that they were ready.

“Ready for what?” you looked back and forth between everyone and you were given a collective sigh. “What, we’re not actually burning this place down are we? With us IN IT?

Dustin ignored you and looked up at Steve, nodding his head, “Light her up.”

Steve flipped his lighter open and shook his head, sighing, “I am in such deep shit.”

He flicked the lighter on and you held your breath as he pulled his arm back, swinging the lighter forward. It hit the floor and within seconds, flames were bursting right in front of your face. You looked around quickly as you heard loud shrieks and you screamed, “What the fuck is that?”

“Go, go, go!” Steve screamed loudly. He pushed the kids forward before he grabbed your arm and the two of you started to run as fast as your legs would carry you.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Dustin was shouting over and over.

Max turned to look behind her to see if you were following and you pushed her forward with your free hand, shouting at her, “Just go!”

Steve came to a sharp stop when he heard Mike scream. “Go with the others and I’ll get Mike!”

“Steve-”

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured you as he pushed you forward.

You froze for a second, the words hitting you, but you shook your head quickly as you ran forward. Steve would be fine. You would be fine. The kids would be fine. The kids turned back and ran for Mike, causing you to run after them, and you watched as Steve swung the bat over his head and slammed it down to set Mike free.

“You good?” they were asking Mike as they helped him up.

“Guys, we gotta go!” Steve was trying to get their attention to keep them moving, but they were too preoccupied with making sure their friend was okay.

You heard a loud screech and spun around, gasping loudly at the monster in front of you. You were about to scream but Steve pulled you back as Dustin stepped in front of the group.

The monster growled at him but Dustin stood his ground, calling out to it, “Dart.”

“That thing has a name!?” you whispered sharply to Steve.

Dustin started to walk forward and all of you tried to stop him, but he held his hand up to silence you. He pleaded with you all to trust him and continued to talk to that monster for a few seconds before it screamed, it’s entire face opening up. Steve held his bat up, ready to swing, as you held the kids back. Dustin was able to calm him down and even offered him some food, and as he took the bait, Dustin waved at you all to move ahead. You expected the monster to turn around and eat all of your faces off but instead, he took the candy that Dustin had to offer which allowed you all to continue running forward.

You heard more screeching off in the near distance and the panic began to come back as you all ran forward. The rope was up ahead and you shouted at them to move faster.

Steve jumped ahead of the group and crouched down so he could help each one up. Max went up first and you watched to make sure she made it up okay, the others following after her. Dustin looked up at you and tried to get you to go first but you shook your head, “Get your ass up there now, Dustin!”

Your head spun around as you heard the sounds again and this time, you saw shadows cross the walls. “Shit,” you whispered. You pushed Dustin up so he could move quicker.

“Get up and go! I’ll be fine!” Steve shouted over at you.

There were those fucking words again.

“I am not leaving you and do not even try to make me go, Steve,” you stood your ground and he jumped forward to grab the bat again, standing in front of you. You clung to his arms and screamed loudly as one after one, the monsters ran right towards the two of you.

But nothing ever happened.

Steve held his arm up and threw it around you to hold you close as they ran all around you, not even paying attention to the fact that you two were standing directly in front of them.

“What are they doing?” you asked Steve.

“I have no idea,” he shook his head, just as confused as you were.

Neither of you questioned it even further and you grasped at the rope, trying to pull yourself up. The kids reached out to grab your hand and pull you up, and you gasped for air as you pushed through. You turned around quickly to get out of the way for Steve and you ripped off the goggles, tossing them somewhere off to the side.

“You’re okay!” Max cried out as she ran forward to pull you out of the hole and the two of you collapsed in an embrace on the grass in front of Billy’s car. You laid there for a moment as you tried to catch your breath, not even realizing that you had been crying until that very moment.

“Holy shit, Steve!” Dustin was shouting as they all started to climb out of the hole. “That was awesome!”

You sat up quickly when you heard Steve’s name and you ripped the bandana off, leaving it hanging around your face. He was standing at the edge of the hole, leaning forward to catch his breath.

When he stood up straight, he took off his goggles and his bandana, tossing both of them to the ground and his eyes lifted up to connect with yours.

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington!” you started to yell the first thing that came to your mind and he walked towards you. “An absolute idiot! What the hell is wrong with you, thinking you were just going to be some big shot and handle everything down there on your own!? Oh, I’ll be fine-”

“Y/N,” he tried to jump in.

“That’s what they always say! They always say ‘I’ll be fine’ but then they drink too much and get in a car to drive, and up going through a windshield!”

“Y/N,” Steve said your name again.

“Or they decide to be a big shot and get themselves beaten close to death! Or they go back into a dark tunnel with no help whatsoever or they try to get you to leave them when they could very well get eaten by monsters who have faces that open!”

“Y/N!” Steve was shouting your name now.

You stomped your foot on the ground and pushed him back roughly, unable to stop yourself from crying, “You can’t tell me you’ll be fine because I damn well need you to be more than that and you won’t be if you say that!”

He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his chest quickly. He pressed his lips against yours and silenced you in seconds. He was kissing you slowly and holding your hands against his chest. You sunk into his chest as your eyes closed and you gave in to the emotions. You needed him to know what you were feeling but were unable to say it. You felt a tear fall down the side of your face slowly but Steve reached up and wiped it away slowly.

He pulled his lips back slightly but kept his forehead resting on yours. Your lips trembled as you continued to cry and he whispered gently to you, “I’m okay. We’re all okay. We’re here and we’re not going anywhere.”

Okay. You could believe okay.

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California Bliss- Elmax

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This is the first chapter of my Elmax fic! I’m excited!

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1,752 (longest writing yet, I think!)

Jane Hopper didn't exactly know much about the world, but she memorized Hawkins, Indiana like the back of her hand. She knew everything there was to know about that place. She was smart and she was careful. She followed the rules, knowing there was no reason to break them. Max Mayfield broke that safe bubble she lived in. Max Mayfield was a force of nature, and she was simultaneously terrified and so intrigued. When Max invited the whole party on a trip back to California, Jane barely knew what to say. She couldn’t leave Hawkins, they all knew that. But Max had the ability to make her a rebel, make her do things she didn’t understand. So she said yes. At 9:00 am the next them they all they all piled into two cars, Dustin, Lucas, and Steve into Steve’s car (Max’s dad had wanted to meet this ‘Steve’ Max kept talking about,) and Mike, Will, Jane, and Max into Max’s car. Mike and Will were asleep by hour one, leaving Max and Jane to talk.

“I’m glad you decide to come, Jane," Max said after a few minutes of silence. her hair was tied up into a long ponytail and Jane was admiring how the sun made it look like it was on fire.

"y-yeah. I wouldn't miss it for the world," Jane replied, really meaning what she said. like she said, Max made her feel and do things she never would’ve thought about doing. “What’s California like? I’ve only seen it on a map.I’ve only been out of Hawkins once, actually.”

“Well, California is pretty cool. The people there are a lot different. More accepting, not stuck in the past. There’s not really any winter there; it’s always hot. Um... we can go swimming. Or go to the beach.”

“That’d be nice. Everyone? Or you and me?”

“I was thinking more you and me, honestly. I want to get to know you better.”

Jane nodded. “I would enjoy that.” With that they sat in silence, driving for hours and listening to the radio. Jane would occasionally point out something out the window, and Max would look and laugh. They had mindless conversations, filled with unintentional flirting.

Mike and Will woke up about 3 hours in when they stopped for lunch. The lunch break was quick, the seven of them getting out of their cars and eating premade lunches from Joyce, Ms. Henderson, Mrs. Wheeler, and Mrs. Sinclair.

When they were done they got back in the cars and were back on the road. Since everyone in Max’s car was awake, they played typical road trip games, like bingo and I Spy. They exchanged stories and they were laughing the whole time. When it was dark out, they all met up again at a motel.

“Okay, shitheads, listen up,” Steve ordered. “I’ve booked four rooms and here are your sleeping arrangements: Max and Jane, obviously, Will and Mike, who will have to share a queen sized bed, Lucas and Dustin, and moi, who gets a king sized bed to himself. We leave at 9:00 tomorrow after breakfast. Go get your room keys. We should all be on the same floor.”

They all ran to the desk, grabbing keys at random. Looking at the room numbers, they split up and went upstairs. Once Max opened the door to the room, she swore. “Jane, I think we have Mike and Will’s key. There’s only one bed....”

“I can go switch the keys?” Jane suggested.

“Y-yes. Go do that. Please.”

Jane left the room and found Mike and Will after only a few minutes. Thankfully, Steve had successfully booked all the rooms on one floor. “We have your key because Max is an idiot. Care to exchange them?” She asked.

“Yeah. I’d rather share a bed with Will than be stuck in two different beds.” Mike said, winking at Will who turned bright red.

“Disgusting! Just get Max over here and go to your correct room,” Jane said, oddly flustered. She sat one of the beds and waited anxiously for Max and their bags.

Max walked in and threw Jane’s bag on her bed. “‘Night, Jane,” she said quietly, before getting into bed. Jane grabbed her bag and changed into her pajamas, getting into bed. “Goodnight, Max.”

Jane could not sleep. She knew what this feeling was but she didn’t understand. It was love, and she only knew it because that’s what Mike had described his feelings for Will as. They were the same as this. Only, Jane didn’t understand how she felt this for another girl. She knew it was okay for boys to like other boys, but no one said that girls could like other girls. She was scared, to say the least. She couldn’t fall asleep on her own, she needed to be close to someone. “Max?” She asked softly.

“Yeah?” Came the reply from the other side of the room. Max couldn’t sleep either.

“Can I uh... get into bed with you? I can’t sleep.”

“Sure.”

So Jane walked over to Max’s bed and crawled in beside her. They fell asleep quite quickly after that, limbs entangled. Needless to say, they were both restless sleepers.

At 8:00 am, Dustin came to wake the girls up. He noticed them both asleep in the same bed but didn’t assume more. “Um... Jane, Max, it’s time for breakfast. We go back on the road at 9:00.” He said in a loud voice, hoping to wake them up.

Max sat up quickly, doing her best to pry a sleeping Jane off of her. “We’ll be downstairs in 10...” she mumbled quietly before falling back asleep for five more minutes.

After those five minutes, both girls gradually woke up. They untangled themselves best as possible, still ending up with Max having to drag Jane off the bed. (It would’ve been carry, but Jane has a good 3 inches on Max.)

“We have like, five minutes to be packed and downstairs for breakfast. Now, I know that sounds shitty but they have waffles so it’s all good,” Max said, internally bracing herself for Jane’s dramatic groan.

Jane lived up to Max’s expectation and groaned, but got ready nonetheless. Max locked herself in the bathroom, throwing on a T-shirt and some shorts, not bothering to do anything with her hair.

Jane had on a nice white blouse and jean shorts, and of course, her black bandana from Kali that she always wore was around her wrist. Her silky loose brown curls were cascading down to to the middle part of her back, her bangs pushed back elegantly with a headband. How Jane looked effortlessly beautiful all the time, Max had no idea. Jane telekinetically tossed Max her suitcase, quickly wiping the drop of blood from her nose with the bandana before it fell on her white blouse. They walked downstairs together, spotting the party sitting at a table. Unsurprisingly, Mike, Will, Dustin, and Lucas were all wearing pajama pants and t-shirts, and Steve hadn’t put much more effort into his appearance either, with his hair not brushed and only in sweatpants and a t-shirt. Jane and Max shared a giggle, knowing the five of them probably wouldn’t ever get dressed if no one forced them too.

Max grabbed a bagel to eat while Jane took a waffle out of her bag. There was a toaster there that she put the waffle in. Yes- she brought her eggos with her on every trip.

After they finished they split up to their cars and started driving to California. Max, who was, started talking. “So what we could do is drive straight ‘til 5:00 am tomorrow. We can take turns and then by that time we should be at my house. Something around there. I know Jane doesn’t have her drivers license but we probably won’t get arrested if she drives for an hour or two on one of the more empty streets. I think this is what the other guys are doing.”

There was a chorus of “Okay” from everyone. So that was the plan. Drive for a really long time and hope for the best.

The first few hours in the car were completely silent. Jane looked back once to see if Mike and Will were awake and they were not. their seatbelts unbuckled, they were cuddling, completely asleep. Jane laughed, looking back at Max, who's face was bright red.

"Max, you okay?" Jane asked, concerned.

Max turned her head swiftly to look at Jane. “Yes. Why do you ask?” She asked stiffly.

“You’re bright red.”

“Oh am I? Must be the sun. Sunburn.” Max said awkwardly, forcing a chuckle. She turned back to the steering wheel, speeding up a bit.

Jane furrowed her eyebrows but didn’t ask anymore questions.

The rest of their long car ride passed without any issues. They chatted, getting to know each other even more, slept, and drove. When they finally reached Max’s house in California around 5:30 am, Max jumped out of the car, pulling Jane with her. Max knocked on the door excitedly, coming face-to-face with a tall, red headed man who must’ve been Max’s father.

“Daddy!” Max yelled, hugging him tightly. Her father laughed; his laugh sounded a lot like Max’s.

“Hi, Maxie,” he said cheerfully.

He then turned to Jane, saying, “I’m Roger, Max’s father. I’m assuming you’re Jane?”

“Yes, I am.” Jane said. Her voice was laced with drowsiness and Mr.Mayfield immediately noticed.

“Steve, Dustin, and Lucas are already here. They’re in the first guest bedroom. Why don’t you two take Max’s old room and the other two boys can take the second guest room?” Mr.Mayfield offered.

The girls nodded and went to go get Mike and Will and their luggage.

Max’s room was decorated for a 12 year old, still, despite the fact that they were 17. There was a bunk bed, which Max immediately climbed up on.

“I’ll take the top bunk and you’ll take the bottom bunk,” Max asked, although it was more of a statement. Jane nodded, and after changing into pajamas, climbed into bed, immediately falling asleep.

It took Max a little longer to fall asleep, still charged with excitement from seeing her dad again. She mentally planned out everything she would do with the party and made separate lists for what she would do with her dad and Jane. After a few minutes of doing this, Max fell asleep with a smile on her face. Damn, was she looking foreword to this week.

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