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billie/ 25 / masterlist yes i love eddie munson

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ROBIN BUCKLEY PER EPISODE S03E02 | The Mall Rats

[stladies]

EL HOPPER in STRANGER THINGS “The Hellfire Club”

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NANCY WHEELER in STRANGER THINGS 1.04 “The Body”

[tvarchive]

STRANGER THINGS

Chapter Eight: Papa

[stladies]

MAX MAYFIELD Season 2 | Chapter Two: Trick or Treat, Freak

[annacoleman]

STRANGER THINGS 2 Chapter Nine: The Gate

[kitconnor]

#let her live

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Heyy I was wondering if you can have a Steve x reader story with The reader needing to be saved from the monster? Like max? and Steve is like really worried and pleads for her to come down ?

it's just been posted and i had an absolute blast writing it

i hope it does your request justice how i wrote it and i hope you love reading it

:-)

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Follow My Voice Home

A/N: so writing this was so much fun,, i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it,, this was a wild ride, also thank you so much for the request i hope i did it justice 

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Y/N didn’t know that she was in trouble until it was too late. 

One moment she was in the cemetery, standing as Max sat in front of Billy’s grave stone, reading a letter and then the next while turning, she was standing in a decaying isolation; terrified of what was unseen around her. 

“Steve?! Max! Dustin! Lucas?! Anyone?” 

The echoing sound of laughter and ticking surrounded her as she stood, not noticing a tear run down her cheek until she sniffled, feeling a few more fall after.

“Y/N.” 

Then a chuckle filled the echoing silence, causing Y/N to quickly turn again and try and pinpoint the direction. 

“Oh Y/N I’ve been waiting for you.” 

+++

“Y/N! Y/N! Come back to m- us. Y/N!” Steve yelled, softly shaking her for a moment before looking at the trio with worry.

“Y/N please I need you here. Please Y/N listen to my voice and come back to me. Y/N please.” 

Y/N’s eyes were glazed over until they were white as she stood there in front of the grave; Lucas, Max and Dustin meeting fearful eyes and Steve looked at Y/N, trying to think of a way to bring her back to them. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently shook her but it was as if a force had her and didn’t want to let her go. 

“Steve come on help her.” 

Steve turned to look at Dustin with exasperation, an ache thrumming in his chest painfully while trying everything in his power to bring her back.

“What do you want me to do? Honestly Dustin.” 

Y/N’s body became more rigid while the weather became more cloudy and overcast. 

“We need to do something now.”

All they could think to do was yell her name, trying to break through but it didn’t seem to be working. 

‘Please let there be something we can do.” Steve thought, running a hand through his hair as his eyes glazed over. 

+++

Y/N yelled out for Steve, fear thrumming through her body as she looked around, the screeching making her jump. 

“Steve! Steve!” 

The darkness felt like it was latching on to her, gripping onto her with talons that were sharp enough to pierce her flesh. It felt like she couldn’t move as the laughter and voices seemed to get closer and encapsulate her. 

“Oh Y/N, I’ve been waiting to hear those words. Waiting so very long.” 

Hearing Billy’s voice and watching him walk closer caused Y/N’s blood to run cold, fear keeping her rooted to the ground. 

“But it wasn’t the full truth was it?” 

Billy was in front of her then, the tears running down her face not stopping as he brought his hand up and wiped her cheek. 

“You know I really think there is a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day. That was maybe even relieved…” 

There was a pause as Y/N’s breath stuttered, her head starting to shake. 

“Happy?” 

“N-No Billy. That isn’t true.” 

That’s why you all stood there isn’t it? That’s okay, you can admit it now. No more lies. No more hiding.” 

“No Billy that isn’t true. I-I swear.” 

Y/N couldn’t stop crying, stepping back as Billy moved forward, not registering the cold of the mist.

“That’s why you feel such guilt. Why you hide from your friends. Why you hide from the world.” 

“N-No. No.” 

The malicious nature was making the fear too overwhelming but Y/N tried to focus, tried even in a small way to escape but she couldn’t. 

“And why late at night you have sometimes wished to follow me. Follow me into death.” 

“No I don’t. No. No.” 

“That is why I am here Y/N, to end your suffering. Once and for all.” 

It was then that Y/N tripped, falling backwards and hitting the ground with a groan before looking up and seeing him.

Vecna.

A terror unlike anything she had ever experienced overcame her, taking the air from her lungs and leaving her body shaking. 

“It is time Y/N.”

Stuttering breaths left her lips as she looked up at the menacing figure, wanting more than anything to be back with Dustin, Lucas, Max but most of all Steve. 

“It is time for you to join me.” 

Then Y/N felt it, a surge of adrenaline course through her, and she was up and running away from Vecna and through the fog. Everything looked the same, covered in mist, fog and decay but that didn’t stop her from running and trying to find a way out; and then she saw it, a red mist a ways away. 

It was as if it was calling to her so she followed, making it before walking through the haze, feeling more curious than fearful. 

After making it out the otherside, Y/N looked around to see a dilapidated house and spike like structures protruding from the ground; which caused Y/N to gasp and step back when she saw that entombed in those pikes were the people that had been tragically killed before. 

“Would you like to join them?” 

Words escaped Y/N after Vecna posed the question, starting to run again as he walked towards her, but before she could get very far a vine wrapped around her ankle and pulled her down. 

A scream ripped from her throat as she was pulled back, clawing at the ground for a foothold but nothing worked. Before she knew it her back was against a hard surface with her wrists being restrained before a tentacle was wrapped tightly around her neck. 

‘This is it,’ Y/N thought, ‘this is how I die.’

+++

“What’s Y/N’s favourite song?” Lucas asked, looking at Steve expectantly, followed by Dustin and Max. 

“U-Uh um oh Running Up That Hill.” 

Max dumped out her tapes and the group flicked through them, trying to find the specific tape while their hands were shaking and the fear of not being able to save Y/N loomed over them. 

“Here it is. Here.” 

Steve organised getting the tape into the tape deck and getting ready to hit play while Max situated the headphones on Y/N head before Dustin yelled. 

“Now!” 

Then the music began. 

‘If I only could…’

+++

Y/N struggled against the restraints, trying to find a way to breath through the quickly lessing circulation but it was becoming increasingly more difficult as the tentacles were tightening every time Y/N struggled. 

Vecna stepped closer to them, blocking any way out before the sound of music cut through and a window to the others opened; the sound of the group yelling her name clear through the swirling. 

“They can’t help you Y/N.” Vecna began, turning away from the light back to Y/N. 

“There’s a reason you hide from them.” 

The tentacle slithered and tightened around Y/N, the feeling making her stomach turn while she tried to calm her limited breathing. 

“You belong here with me.” 

As Vecna spoke Y/N gasped and could feel the air leaving her lungs before coughing. 

“You’re not… really here.” Y/N said, her voice not showing the fear that was thrumming through her. 

“Oh but I am… Y/N. I am.” 

The music surrounded the pair, the sound of Kate Bush singing was what Y/N focused on to make it through as Vecna lifted his hand and brought his claw like fingers up to her face, causing her to close her eyes. 

+++ 

“If I only could, make a deal with God and get him to swap our places…” 

As the chorus played, Y/N began to levitate, the group stepping back in fear, calling out her name to try and break through. She didn’t stop rising until she was hovering above their heads, eyes to the sky and perfectly still. 

“Y/N! Y/N! Please come down. Please. I need you here. Y/N!” 

‘Please,’ Steve thought, ‘please come back to us Y/N. Please fight.’ 

+++

Vecna’s hand got closer to Y/N’s face, her eyes wide with fear but the window through kept her focus as well as the song playing. All she could think was that she had to do anything and everything to try and make it back. 

“Y/N you know I’m always going to be here right. I care about you so much.” 

Memories with Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and the kids flashed through Y/N’s mind, a happiness that couldn’t be described or contained filled her as tears left the corners of her eyes. The flashes of days spent with friends, of driving the kids around with the music turned up full volume, the trick or treating, the movie nights, the almost hand holding with Steve, going to the arcade with Steve and the rest of the gang. Y/N closed her eyes because the memories were what she wanted to see, like a movie playing behind her eyelids, all the happiest moments of her life flashing before her. 

It was then that the memories flashed faster, causing Y/N to open her eyes before she got her right hand lose, bringing it up to Vecna’s neck, stabbing and moving her hand towards herself; falling quickly after once the tentacles lost their grip. All she focused on was the window, still hearing the music as well as the screams from the group of her name, knowing that she had to get through before Vecna could catch up and capture her again. 

Y/N was on her feet quickly before starting to run, trying to navigate the unfamiliar terrain while remaining steady and upright. It was then that she looked back momentarily before forward again, missing Vecna clench his fingers into a fist before a slab of rock fell, causing Y/N to collapse, scrambling to get up before pumping her legs and arms to run again; as fast as her legs would allow. 

More rocks fell and the ground shook but even though Y/N stumbled she didn’t fall, the window was all she was focusing on; trying not to think about what would happen if she didn’t make it through. She was caked in mud, dirt and mess as she got closer and closer; Steve, Lucas, Dustin and Max’s voices much more clear as Y/N got closer, things falling around her but she didn’t notice, not allowing anything to get in the way of getting out of then red place. 

Y/N yelled as they made it but then everything went pitch black, a moment of complete nothingness before she was back in her body. 

She gasped loudly before she fell to the ground, her legs giving out from under her and Steve rushed over. He sat behind Y/N and pulled her close as she gasped, trying to fill her lungs with air and expel the fear that was clinging to her and refusing to let go. 

Y/N grabbed onto Steve’s arm to make sure he was behind her, moving closer until there was no room between them; not wanting to move because what if this turned out to be fake and an illusion; she couldn’t take that chance.

“Y/N, Y/N I thought we lost you. I thought I lost you.” 

Steve’s voice sounded panicked and terrified, Y/N grabbing onto his arm tighter to let him know she was there with him. She was there. 

“I-I’m still.. I-I’m still here.”

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so i just finished stranger things season 4 pt. 1,, so send through requests 🫢

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so i just finished stranger things season 4 pt. 1,, so send through requests 🫢

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hi just wanted to let u know that i have notifs on for ur blog bc ur writing is always So Nice and i love it, i hope u have a great day <3

oh my god this message is so sweet and kind,, thank you so much

this made my morning so bright and i hope you have the most wonderful day 💘

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Hey hey I love your writing, could you possibly do something like the reader being the daughter to Richie and Eddie and comes along with them to the chines restaurant and the other losers love her and she is a fan of bills books (and likes the endings), maybe 15-16 years old .... I hope this isn't too specific ❤️

hi hi so it's been posted,, this request was such a lovely one and i hope that you enjoy reading it :-)

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Chaotic Dads

A/N: so i had this all written last night and then lost half of it so i had to rewrite it but that’s okay because it was so fun to write. i had an amazing time with this imagine and i hope that it is as much fun to read as it was for me to write :-) also also this is the longest imagine i’ve written so i’m proud of that :-)

Pairing: Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak) x Daughter!Reader

If there was only one word that Y/N had to describe living with her dad’s Richie and Eddie, it would be chaotic. 

Only on the night Y/N got back from her study group, walking through the doors of her home, there was no chaotic shouting and laughing, no Eddie admonishing Richie for another poor attempt at a British accent. It was silence and hushed whispers, more stressed on Eddie’s side while there was more silence on Richie’s.

“I can’t believe MIke called us. What does he think we’re going to do? Go back to Derry?” 

Richie ran a hand through his hair, both men not noticing Y/N walk into the room and stand in the doorway. 

“God I feel fucking nauseous.” 

“Dad, are you okay?” 

Eddie turned his head first, looking at Y/N like a deer caught in headlights, Richie slowly turning his head after; looking a little gray faced. 

“O-Oh yeah I’m good kid.” 

Y/N nodded slowly, looking skeptical but deciding against saying anything. 

“Well is everything okay?” 

Eddie started to ring his hands before running his hands over his face. 

“U-Um yeah it’s good.” 

 Y/N nodded before looking around.

“So…” 

Both men looked at her confused because of the coy way she had her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels. 

“So?” 

“Where is Derry and why does it have you both stressed?”

The couple looked at each other, fear slowly seeping through their bloodstream.

+++

Y/N sat in the back seat as Richie drove, Eddie sitting in the passenger seat, the spectacle clad man gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white while passing the sign that read ‘Welcome To Derry’. 

The sound of the radio created a soft hum as the wind whipped through the ajar windows, providing a soft sliver of fresh air to combat the suffocating interior of the car. 

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked, taking her headphones out and pausing her music, taking in how Eddie and Richie looked at each other. 

“T-To um meet up with some old friends.” Eddie whispered, feeling a ball well up in his throat that was about to bring on hyperventilation but then he felt fingers intertwine with his; Richie smiling while he kept his eyes on the road. 

“I didn’t know you two had friends.” 

Richie laughed properly for the first time since he got the call from Mike, feeling some of the fear alleviating from his chest. 

“Ha ha that’s very funny Y/N.” Eddie spoke, his voice deadpan but the humor was evident. 

“Also why are we in Derry? I didn’t even know this place existed.” 

Richie cleared his throat, uncomfortable memories coming back of Henry calling his homophobic slurs and the sadness of pushing down who he truly was washed over his in staggers. 

“Well you see mah dear, Derry is the bees knees.” 

Richie’s accent couldn’t be placed and it made Y/N roll her eyes but a smile couldn’t be held back.

“Beep beep Richie.” 

+++

Richie pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and after turning off the car just sat there with Eddie, both looking at each other with a fear that was palpable, Y/N feeling it fill the car and wash over her. 

“Dads? Are we all good to go in?” 

The sound of their daughter’s voice brought them out of their shared terrified memories, turning in unison to face Y/N before Richie smiled and nodded. 

“Let’s get in there.” 

“Your New York accent is terrible dad.” 

Eddie laughed as Richie rolled his eyes playfully. 

“I thought I was getting better.”

Y/N laughed while getting out of the car, Richie and Eddie following shortly after and there was a moment of calm before Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand for stability; Y/N pulling her jumper closer around her as the night air seemed colder. 

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Eddie asked, his hand coming to grip Richie’s shirt to ground himself. 

Before Richie could push down the fear to be able to answer, Y/N spoke up from across the parking lot in a tone of faux annoyance.

“Are you two coming or what?” 

The pair look at each other, sharing a look and a still moment before turning to look at Y/N, both of them nodding and starting to walk over. 

“I don’t know why we agreed to do this?” 

Eddie’s rhetorical question came out as a whisper as the trio walked through the door, Y/N going first and heading straight to a small fish tank. The sound of excited conversation and constantly moving cutlery eased the older men’s minds for a moment, focusing hard to not fall into the fear that was clinging at their peripherals; Eddie was shocked that Richie hadn’t tried to fill the silence between the two with unfunny quips and awkward humor. 

Eddie stepped forward then and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist, wanting to hold him and do his best to ground the spectacle clad man. It seems to work as Richie pressed a soft and loving kiss to the crown of the shorter man’s head. 

“Whatcha lookin at ova there?” 

Y/N turned around and put her hands in her pockets, tilting her head and one of her dads and smiled.

“I was just checkin’ out dem fishes pops.” 

Richie laughed at the attempted New York accent, the low rumble in his chest comforting Eddie immensely.

“You really have to work on that accent darling.” 

Y/N laughed while rolling her eyes.

“I would’ve said it’s better than yours if I’m honest.”

Before Richie could retort, a hostess came over to them and asked how she could help.

“We’re here to see Mike Hanlon.” 

Eddie followed beside the hostess, Richie and Y/N walking a little ways behind so he could list off what he couldn’t eat to the hostess; the other two tuning out what they had heard countless times before.

“- gluten and if I eat cashews I could realistically die…” 

Eddie’s voice trailed off as he made eye contact with Mike first and then Bill, a rush of memories hitting him like a train; not noticing that Richie and Y/N were right behind him.

“Holy shit.” 

Mike was the first one to one to step forward and greet the trio, first Eddie and then Richie, giving the men a hug each and lingering with his hands on their biceps, one after the other, and just taking in the fact that they were in front of him. Shortly after Bill followed suite and gave each man a handshake. 

“I’m so glad you both came.” 

The men nodded and were about the speak but then Y/N’s voice cut through. 

“Oh my god.” 

All the attention was on her as she stepped forward towards Bill, her eyes wide and starstruck. The man in question looked confused for a moment, taken aback by the reaction of the young girl and how excited she was to even be in the same room as him. 

“You’re Bill Denbrough.” 

“I am and who are you?” 

Y/N forgot how to speak for a moment, not believing that her favourite author was speaking to her. 

“I’m Y/N, the kid of those losers.” 

Y/N motioned to Eddie and Richie lazily with her thumb, smiling when Bill laughed and nodded, both not noticing the mock offended look on the taller man. 

“Oi you take that back.” 

Y/N turned to look at him and stuck out her tongue before turning back to Bill. 

“It’s amazing to meet you. Your books are some of my favourites. I especially love the endings because you have a way of making them feel so real and raw, even if they might not always be what is expected.” 

Bill felt a swell of happiness in his chest at hearing that his endings had been enjoyed, only hearing that they weren’t good by so many people, even if they felt like the best direction to him. 

“What’s one of your favourites?” 

It took a moment for Y/N to think but then it came to her. 

“The book about the man with a hook for a hand. It was insane. It took me three days to read the last chapter because I didn’t want it to end.” 

“That was one of my favourites to write. The ending of that book was my favourites.” 

“It was my favourite too. I felt like I was there with the main character. It was so good.” 

Bill smiled and thanked Y/N, watching as they got the copy of the book out of their bag along with a pen and shyly asked if he could sign it. 

“It would mean the world if you could.” 

Bill took the items from Y/N carefully, opening the book to the title page on the table before writing a sweet message and then signing underneath; handing it back and watching as Y/N read the note. 

The pair continued to talk a little ways away as Mike, Richie and Eddie spoke quietly. 

“Thank you both for coming. I knew you both would.” 

Eddie didn’t want to say anything about the fact that he had really considered not going and it was thanks to Richie that he hadn’t balantently refused or jumped out of the car while it was on the road. He didn’t think Mike would want to hear about that. “Oh yeah, of course Mike. We wouldn’t miss coming back to kill the clown that made our lives hell as kids for anything.”

Mike didn’t react to the sarcasm or the uncomfortable looks on the pair’s faces, instead starting to ramble about how grateful he was and how excited he was to see the others; no one mentioning Stan. Before anything else could be said however, Beverley’s voice was heard. 

“Is that you Trashmouth?” 

Everyone turned at the sound, Bev standing there looking as beautiful as always while Ben stook behind, looking bashful and flustered, his crush on Bev hitting him full force after all these years. 

“That’s Mr Trashmouth to you mah dear.” 

Bev laughed at the accent, memories of Richie’s nonsense filling her mind. 

“You know you haven’t gotten any better at the accents Tozier. I would have thought time would help.” 

Richie laughed and the soft rumble of his chest comforted Eddie, grounding him and filling his chest and heart with a feeling of overwhelming love and adoration. 

“So drinks?” 

“After the drive I just had, yes please.” 

The group got situated around the table then, Y/N sitting between Bill and Richie, laughing as her dads began to bicker and the waitress come in the take orders. THe atmosphere was like coming home, friends reuniting and picking up right where they left off, even if the elephant in the room was waiting for them to talk about it. 

“Oh Bev, Ben, this is our daughter Y/N.” 

Beverley was the first to introduce herself, Ben after, the red head making conversation and helping the girl to feel comfortable and welcome. It didn’t take long for the group to share stories with her about what her dads were like as kids, Y/N laughing harder than she had in a while at Richie and Eddie’s antics and how similar they were then to how they were now. 

It was then that the drinks came, alcohol for everyone else and a coke for Y/N. 

“To the Losers Club and to memories.” 

Mike said, raising his glass, the rest of the group, including Y/N (even if she had really no clue). 

Everyone repeated the sentiment before clinking their glasses together.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

[heyitsphoenixx]

would never think of myself as a revenge coded revenge girl but it’s more true than I thought holy shit

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this is your sign, things are about to get BETTER for you.

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I’m always happy to send in fluffy requests when requests are open (fluff is my favorite)!

requests are always open until i choose to close them,, send them my way whenever you want :-)