Mike wiping El off with a washcloth: "I know yeah they look the same when they're hard boiled"
"El what do you do with your banana peels?" "what" "whenever I bring you a banana to eat I never find the peel, where do you put them?" "what is peels?" "wait have you been just
El, very weird face, watering eyes: "Mike.. why are they called oranges when some of them are yellow" "what do y- no.. no"
El, pretending to bring an onion to her mouth "wait El that's-" "joke! haha" "oh haha, ok" "peel first, I know" (bites in)
Mike finds a whole bowl of peaches all with one big bite taken out. "rocks" "what do you mean rocks?" "there was a rock in it. all of them"
"pineapple hurts. I ate the wrong part?" "yeah no that's the right part actually it just makes your mouth hurt"
"Wait El don't bite into chicken like that, watch out for the bones" (horrified whisper) "bones?" "yeah" "like people have?" "I... guess"
"Mike help me find my popsicle" "what" "I left it on the table earlier and it went away, there is only the bone now"
El lying on the lawn, crying, leaking snot: "how do you know if a pepper is nice or mean"
Hopper accidentally becomes the biggest ally in Hawkins out of hatred for Mike Wheeler. El wants to date Max? Perfect, Mike is terrified of Max. El wants to date Max and Lucas? Even better, more people to keep Mike away. Will comes out to Joyce and Hop? Hopper is immediately studying up on gay culture and flagging so he can find him a Hop ApprovedTM boyfriend. He sees that nice boy Gareth cuff his jeans one time and starts inviting him to family dinner. Mike seems annoyed that Steve is spending more time with Munson? A pamphlet titled “Accepting your Bisexuality” finds its way into Steve’s jacket pocket. Hopper has never seen Mike as furious as the day Steve and Munson arrive at dinner holding hands. It’s a good day. Hopper isn’t sure how Nancy dating the Buckley girl will annoy Mike, but he’s willing to give it a shot.
(18+ Video) I saw this video on Twitter of a guy fucking this girls thighs, standing up. Imagine this with Joe, but it’s supposed to be more of a punishment. After being needy all day and striking an attitude, he wanted you to wallow a bit longer.
If you tried playing with your clit, he has one hand on your hip and the other takes both of your hands in his, holding it against your chest. Anytime you whine, feeling some stimulation but not full like you need, he shushes you.
“Gonna be good for me now? Let me use these pretty little thighs?” He grunts into your ear, you nod a bit pathetically, breath shaking as you feel him. He keeps going until he’s on the brink, a few quiet tears slipping from your eyes, he knows you’re done. He’s not going too hard since he knows your attitude was probably just more hormonal and not malicious.
When he slips away, you whimper and turn around, immediately hugging him close. He shushes you much more gently, lifting you up, “You did so good, sweetheart.” Laying you on the bed, you don’t unhook your hands from his neck. He can see you’re a bit nervous that he’ll pull away, so he stays as close as he can while situating you both. When he finally goes inside you, the noises you both make is bound to give you a noise complaint.
-👒 (Sorry, I’m back to be a menace!)
call an ambulance quickly i think im about to flatline....
this is so fucking hot i can't function anymore my brain is literally broken at the moment i read this like eight times and watched the video twice and i'm still not over any of this at all... will need a few business weeks to recover from this.
For those of you not watching along at home, Steve Harrington actually did not bite the head off of a demobat. I know Eddie references Ozzy Osbourne biting the head off a bat when he's talking about what Steve did, but Steve didn't do that. The bats were too large for him to have done that.
What Steve DID do was sink his teeth into the long, serrated tail a demobat had around his neck, causing it to release him from its stranglehold as it tries to escape him. What he DID do is grab it by that serrated tail - because he's not trapped in upside down with them, they're trapped in here with him - and swing it in an arc to bash its head against the ground 3 times before he stepped on one side of it and pulled on its tail until he fully just ripped the thing in half.
Then he spat the blood from the tail out of his mouth and looked around for the next one.
It goes far beyond biting a monster's head off. He fuckin' obliterated it. With his literally bare hands and feet, he was not even wearing shoes. Or a shirt. I feel like it's important we all understand he wasn't even feral enough for head biting. He was just fed up with being fed on, and was not going to take any chances.
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Dustin Henderson grew up alone. He had his Mom but that's different from having a sibling. He had always wanted a sibling. He wants it when he sees Nancy and Mike's playful arguments, always filled with teasing remarks and laughter, he wants it when he sees Jonathan and Will's brotherhood, the kind that withstands time and hurt, he wants it when he sees Lucas and Erica snarky fighting, but would burn the world for the other.
He wants a sibling and he gets Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington, was nothing to him before the Fall of '84. He was Nancy's dumb jock boyfriend that maybe, kind-of helped them.
But Dustin always thinks back to that day in the Wheeler's yard. Forcing Steve to come with him, roses in his hands as he sits in the Beamer's front seat. Steve is the best decision he's ever made. Steve is his brother, through laughter and blood and movie nights and annoying remarks and endless driving. Steve is the brother he's always wanted. It's exactly what Nancy and Mike has, what Jonathan and Will has, what Lucas and Erica has.
Steve cares for him, in ways that exceeds human possibilities. This is the guy who had concussions and still used his whole body to shield him from an army of demo dogs. This is the guy who told him to run and left himself to be tortured so they could run away. This was his brother. Fuck blood. Fuck genes. Fuck all of that.
Steve Harrington is his brother.
Steve Harrington was his brother.
It's been twenty days. Twenty days since they ended everything. Finished it. Killed Vecna. Won.
One hundred and eighteen days since Eddie Munson cut the rope.
Twenty days since Steve Harrington used his body to save El from a demogorgon.
Dustin feels nothing. He feels like the shell of the person he used to be. There are no words good enough to describe how he feels. He gets two brothers in the span of four years and they're both taken away from him in a blink.
Dustin finds relief in counting the days.
Day two was when they bury Steve, just beside the makeshift grave they gave Eddie. It's a service just for them, just for family.
Day three was when Max finally woke up. Dustin makes the trip to the hospital, even if he doesn't feel like doing so, even if his bones feel brittle. She looks for Steve and Eddie and Dustin vomits on the bathroom.
Day six was when El finally visits him, apologizes but it's not her fault. She saved all of them, and she doesn't need that on her plate.
Day ten was when Robin came to visit. It's the first time he sees her after Day one. They don't do anything, they watch as the first sun sets after months of gray skies and stormy clouds. Robin falls asleep on his floor, holding his hand, it's the first night Dustin gets a full sleep.
Day thirteen was when Erica takes him out for milkshakes. They sit there in the newly opened diner, sipping strawberry milkshakes. It's the most quiet they've ever been together. They go home together, and both unceremoniously watch Back to the Future. No one says anything when they're both crying by the credits.
Day sixteen was when Lucas, Mike and Will come to visit him. They try to cheer him up, but Dustin doesn't even want to look at another D&D book ever again. Instead, they bike to the Quarry. It's cold and it's windy and they scream and shout at the empty Quarry until their lungs go dry and hurt from it all. They go to Mike's house after, fall asleep huddled in the basement like they've always done, with pieces of their childhood, broken and smashed, in the back pockets of their pants.
Day twenty is today. It's exactly how old Steve Harrington is when he died. Twenty. Five more years and Dustin would be older than Steve. Six more years and Dustin would be older than Eddie. He takes the day off, he takes the day to wallow, to stay in his bed. He turns off his walkie, assured that nothing is ever gonna happen again and if it does, he doesn't have a lot to lose.
Day twenty is when he gets the call. Robin's voice is frantic, "Come to the police station. The Harrington's are back in town."
Nancy picks him up. It's a quiet ride. He's not sure why Mike, Lucas and Erica is also in the car but Dustin's hand doesn't stop shaking. He never liked Steve's parents. He's never even met them before.
They arrive at the station to find the pizza van and Joyce's car there. Dustin enters and sees the whole goddamn party, even Max who was in a wheel chair, present.
"What the fuck is happening?" Dustin hisses at them.
"Robin called us all here. We don't know why." Jonathan answers as they all wait for someone to tell them what the fuck is happening.
Hop comes out of the back of the station, where the one and only, tiny, conference room is. He motions for them to come and they all move like tiny ants to the small conference room.
Inside is a man wearing a suit, he has a briefcase, held tightly in his lap. Joyce is consoling Robin, who's sniffling and glaring at the two other people in the room. It takes Dustin one look and he knows it's Steve's parents. He's seen them in pictures and Dustin hates the fact that his mother has his eyes. He looks away.
"What's happening?" Nancy asks, back straightening and rushing to Robin as soon as she sees Steve's parents. The room gets divided into two, the whole Party on the other side and Steve's parents on the other side. The man in the suit is still in the head of the table, Hopper standing beside him.
"Why did you call them? We should sue you all for burying our son without consent!" Mr. Harrington snarls at Hopper, before tossing them a glare.
"Your son wanted to be buried without you!" Robin slams at the table.
"And how would you know that?!" Mrs. Harrington hisses back.
"Because rather than going and leaving him for 6 months at a time since he was fucking 12, I was there every fucking day!" Robin screams back, and Dustin gulps. He's never seen Robin this mad and its gives him chills.
"You're late. I called you from day one to tell you your son— is dead and you don't come back until 20 days later?!" Nancy barks back.
The man in black sighs, letting the case fall with a thud at the table, "Now that everyone's here. I can now read Mr. Steve Harrington's last will and testament." There's murmuring in the room.
"We will contest that will!" Mr. Harrington shakes and the man calmly opens his files, "Steve made the will in good health, he signed it when he was healthy and living. You can contest it but you don't have sufficient grounds."
"Now." He opens a packet, sliding a paper out of it, "I, Steven Joseph Harrington, being of sound mind and body, declare this to be my last will and testament, and revoke all previous wills and codicils made by me, either jointy or severally. I am of legal age (19) to make this will."
Dustin holds on to a chair, he feels a hand coming behind his body to support him but he doesn't know who it was. God, Steve was only 19. 19 and he has his own fucking will.
"Declarations. Number one. This Will will only get read if Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson and Erica Sinclair give my executor three specific codes that will let him know that they are the real beneficiaries."
"THIS IS STUPID! How would he even be in sound mind? Like, codes? What kind of games is his playing!? Steve never really grew up!" Mrs. Harrington swings her expensive bag and Hopper glares, nose flaring from the comment, "One more move and I'll throw you both out."
"Mr. Henderson, your code is numeral. While the others are code words." Dustin hears Robin chuckles wetly.
"Ahoy." She croaks out without doubt, the executor smiles at her, looking down at the paper before looking back at her, "Welcome to this ocean of flavor, Ms. Buckley." Robin doesn't stop the gasp of air that overtakes her body.
Erica raises her hands, "America?" The executor shakes his head. Erica laughs, when something clicks, "Tina." The executor smiles at her, takes a glimpse at the paper before back to her, "You will be back for Uncle Jack's birthday, Ms. Sinclair."
All eyes turns to Dustin. Numbers? What numbers would Steve know? The executor senses his dilemma when time passes by and he doesn't say anything.
"We're wasting time here!" Mr. Harrington shouts. Hopper dangles his cuffs and it shuts him up immediately.
"Steve said that this number once saved your lives." The man says.
Dustin frowns, clenching his jaw when it all clicks. He gulps before saying, "The Planck Constant. 6.62607015."
He smiles, looks down at the Will before back at him, "Never ending story, really, Dustybun?"
Dustin laughs, tears filling his eyes. It's the first time he's ever laughed in twenty days.
"I devise and bequeath my property, both real and personal and wherever situated, as follows: Robin Buckley will get $5,000 towards her college funds if and only she asks her crush out." Robin bursts out of laughter, "Oh my god, this dingus."
"Robin Buckley will get all my clothes, and from there she can choose what to do with them, either share them with the group or donate them. Robin Buckley will also get $2,000 for a planned trip to Europe."
The Harringtons laugh, making all of them turn to them, "What? You think he has that money? He doesn't even have a dollar to his name!"
They aren't phased, they all have a shitload of money sitting in their banks from the government.
The executor raises an eyebrow at them, "That's where your wrong. Did you know your son paid me extra just for the codes?" He turns back to them.
"Robin Buckley will also get this locked box. She knows where the key is." The executor takes out a box and pushes it to Robin. Robin immediately takes it, cradling it to her arms like a child.
"Erica Sinclair will get a $1,000 for lifetime supply of ice cream. Inflation not included. Erica Sinclair would also get $3,000 towards her college funds if and only she promises to come visit his grave with a tub of ice cream every year. Steve also left you this envelope." Erica reaches over for the envelope, tears in her eyes as she clutches the envelope to her chest.
"Dustin Henderson will get my car, my bat and $10,000 towards his college fund. There are no conditions. Steve also left you this envelope." The executor hands him an envelope.
"The rest are as follows: Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Jane Hopper and Mike Wheeler will get $3,000 for their college funds. Each of you would also get envelopes." He distributes the envelopes. "Max Mayfield and Jane Hopper gets an extra $500 if and only they use it for a girl's day out. Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Mike Wheeler gets an extra $100 in pennies for their next trip to the arcade."
"Steve extends his most heartfelt apology to the adult kids and the adults. He didn't have the most money, and didn't have anything left to give. He did however give you the freewill to take anything you want in his bedroom as it is his. He also would like to leave his beautiful mixer to Joyce Byers." The executor passes more letters out.
"For his parents, James and Monica Harrington: I leave you both a dollar. I am dead. I could be petty." The executor then proceeds to take out two dollars before handing it to them.
The couple blanches, starting to scream a scramble of obscenity but the executor ignores them, "Here are Steve Harrington's last written wishes. He is to be buried beside Edward Joe Munson, you are to get milkshakes after this and you are to move on with your lives."
"Edward Munson?! That satanic murderer?!" His parents huff and Dustin has to be held back before he climbs over the table and tears them apart with his bare teeth.
"You can contest it." The executor calmly says, as he starts packing his stuff. He shakes their hands, completely ignoring the Harringtons, "I express my deepest condolences to you and your family. Steve was a wonderful client and I am sorry to have done this only 2 months after we made this Will."
They get milkshakes after that.
They all go home after that, hearts heavy, but full with the knowledge that Steve Harrington takes care of them, even beyond the grave.
Dustin doesn't read his letter.
Life continues.
Day three hundred sixty-five is when he first uses the nail bat. He swings at the darkness only to knock a lampshade. It was only a nightmare.
Day four hundred and eighty-two is when he gets his driver's license. He cries the moment the instructor tells him he passed, because he did it. He did it, as he sobs against the steering wheel of the Beamer.
Day two thousand nine hundred twenty two is when he finally opens the letter. Dustin can't help but laugh when the first line is, "You little shit. You didn't open this till like 5 years later, didn't you?!"
Because, of course, he knows. Steve Harrington, is and will always be, Dustin Henderson's brother. And he will always know him, even six feet under the ground.
(not proofread. might delete tomorrow. will gauge the reactions. too sad i think)
thinking of Steve who'll likely use his body as a shield.
thinking of Steve who'll probably push Dustin out of the way and gets attacked instead.
thinking of Steve slowly dying as Dustin screams, "you die, i die!"
thinking of Steve apologizing, using his last strength to say sorry, because Dustin just lost Eddie and now even in death he's still adding unto the burden.
thinking of Robin finishing her part of the plan, immediately clutching the walkie in her hand to radio Steve because she knows her bestfriend is a dingus who would do something stupid.
thinking of Robin only hearing Dustin answer the radio with a wailing sob, begging for help and running and abandoning her post to run to where they are.
thinking of Robin finding them, flashes of images of Dustin clutching Eddie swimming in her vision but now— now it's her soulmate in his arms.
thinking of Robin trying to stop the bleeding.
thinking of Robin crying as Steve tells her his last wishes, which includes taking care of Dustin, asking her to promise that she will continue on and do all the things they wanted to do together.
thinking of Robin letting out the most heart wrenching sob as Steve finally closes his eyes.
thinking of the Party. winning. killing Vecna. getting back Max.
thinking of Max waking up and asking, "Where's Steve?"
thinking of Max crying, screaming for all of them to leave the room.
thinking of Max clutching the letter she wrote for Steve, for when she dies, only for him to be the one to die.
thinking of Lucas not knowing if he even deserves to be happy that he got Max back because it feels like a transaction and Steve's life was the payment.
thinking of all of them, dressed in black, having a private funeral ceremony just for them.
thinking of Nancy and Jonathan having to pry Robin's body off Steve's coffin because she doesn't want to let go.
