A//n: Please don't ask me how they could afford all those clothes, I don't know either lol

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, teenage boys discovering lingerie, awkwardness, and some more fluff. Will being the perfect fictional boyfriend. [Cough cough i may have subconsciously borrowed from the iconic fictional couple April & April from parks and rec]
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oOoPS *i trip, accidentally spilling more y/n flirting with El and Max all over the chapter* ...ohhh nOoO!

Seriously though, writing the lingerie scene was SO WEIRD PFSKTBDFF

❓Chapter Question❓: If you had to choose between Elmax and Mileven, what would you choose? [Elmax for me 🙋‍♀️ *sniff* she taught her how to find herself and her own interests]

||𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

El had never seen so many clothes in all her life. Or so many colors.

How could she possibly choose?

Her hands touched every piece of fabric they could find. It seemed, every time she found something that caught her eye, something else pulled her throughout the store. She finally found herself before a tall, glass table that nearly came to her shoulders. Sitting on top of it, towering over El and her friends sat another one of those... things. 'Man-a' somethings? El couldn't remember the word but they creeped her out a little.

This plastic woman wore a bright blue shirt with lots of paint streaks on it. It was so unlike anything she was used to, just like most of the clothes here.

"Do you like that one?" Max asked from beside Y/n.

El looked between them, feeling a little silly.

"How do I know... what I like?"

Max shrugged. "You just try things on. Until you find something that feels like you."

A shocked look flashed across her face, making Y/n's heart break a little. "Like me?"

"Yeah," Max smiled kindly at her. She gave her an encouraging nod. "Not Hopper. Not Mike. You."

"And only you can determine what that is," Y/n smiled. "Not even we can do that,"

El could feel the ends of her lips hook into the brightest smile she had worn a long while as their words fully sink in. She looked back up at the stand with a blooming sense of hope and what it stood for, knowing she was ready.

El was ready, for the first time, to discover what it truly meant to be herself.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The sun beats heavily down on Hawkins and its residents from its highest point in the sky. The harsh rays of the sun were most forgiving to those who now occupied the Hawkins Pool.

Well, forgiving to most who resided there.

It was hot and sticky, and the air reeked of chlorine and summer fun. Refuge from the heat was easy to come by here, whether it be in the cool waters of the crowded pool, or under one of many beach umbrellas where many like Karen Wheeler and her friends lounged on beach chairs.

Tucked away in the thin shadows of the biggest umbrella there, perched high up in the air from the safety of the lifeguards' chair was Billy. His limbs were tucked within the limited safety of his seat. As for his mind, it was tucked away in unconsciousness.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

No answer. Just the haunting sound of the marching of the faceless army. He matched their step, just a notch slower thanks to the fear filling his lungs. Billy was too afraid to notice the scarlet lightning raging up above his head.

"I said, what do you want?!"

The faceless army stopped but its leader remained in a steady march straight for him. Try as he might, Billy couldn't bring himself to take another step. He could only watch with bated breath, heart in his lungs beating so loud he could hear it in his ears as the figure revealed himself to him. When he did, Billy's next breath was stolen right out of his chest.

Standing there before him was another Billy Hargrove.

Billy tried to move but his feet might as well have been woven in with the rotted vines, trapped like the rest of the world. All he could do was gawk as his nether dopplegänger spoke all too calmly, a deathly chill in his tone.

"To build,"

His voice was distorted, and cold. Like it had bounced between many sheets of metal.

"I want you to build."

"To build what?"

"What you see."

Once more Billy's eyes darted past his double at the faceless, silhouetted army before throwing a frightened look at their leader.

"I don't understand,"

Another bolt of lightning raced across the sky, the light big enough to envelop the entirety of Billy's surroundings in a flash of white light. It was gone as soon as it came, and so had the rot eating away at the world.

His gaping eyes flew down the fogless street, lacking any sign of his visitors or the hostile environment that surrounded him not seconds ago.

"I don't understand!" He cried into the night, his head flying around in all directions but finding nothing but dewy trees and clear skies. Still, he tried. "What do you mean? I don't understand!"

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

The fear and wild, helpless confusion from the previous night was all too real. And strong enough to jolt him awake. His chest heaved with every labored breath and the feeling of sweat pouring down his face in thick beads was more than enough to further his discomfort.

His frightened eyes darted around the pool. The many figures of the playing children in the water and their delighted shrieks of laughter clogged his senses when mixed with the hot gulps of air his lungs were fighting to take in. The further he got from sleep, the dizzier he became. His senses had been dialed up to eleven and the input around him was getting harder to take in.

He was burning up. And yet it was more than that. This wasn't just simple overheating, this was... It wasn't even like a fever. It was as if he had been thrust under a giant magnifying glass; millions of the sun's rays concentrated into one large flame that was cooking him from the inside out, and every breath he took made him feel like he was stuck in a hot car. Each breath fighting against his lungs.

It was as if he woke up frying on a skillet. And he might as well have.

A pained groan passed his lips when he shifted in his seat, the movement enough to wake the fried nerves on his arm. The sight was enough to send his stomach into a swan dive.

A patch of skin just under his left elbow was as bright a scarlet as the storm the previous night, the veins that were poking out as violet as the clouds.

All because he strayed from the safety of the shade.

Leave.

He needed to leave. Get out of the sun, get as far away from the heat as possible, and then even further.

The thought was invasive and unsettling. Not his own. But it was all Billy could do now-all he knew to do.

All he was allowed to do.

He stumbled off the chair, managing to catch himself before he fell in his dizzied state. Billy doesn't register much in the time between this moment and the moment he realizes he's standing in the showers under a steady stream of freezing water.

He can feel his muscles relaxing a great deal as the chill seeps into his burning skin, and slowly his mind becomes his again. Less and less becomes clear to him the harder he tries to make sense of anything. But all he manages to discern is the unceasing pull in his gut that hadn't gone away since the Steelworks.

Since that thing...

But it was already forgotten. Stuffed down deep into his subconscious by something not of his doing, like all the other unanswered questions that have been mysteriously silenced.

But whatever was responsible wasn't strong enough to hide the reality of his singed flesh before his very eyes.

He reaches for his forearm slowly, taking caution as he lightly touches the seared spot of skin as it festers; several dark veins branching out from one spot. It is in this moment that he truly realizes the extremity of this 'sunburn', and the dark, poisoned veins entwining his forearm. With shaky breaths and a tremoring hand, he grazes his fingers along the swelling skin.

A jolt like electricity shot through him, but it felt more like flames. An invisible, searing heat-a cosmic force-that came as an echo in his brain. An echo of a memory that did not belong to Billy.

Billy stumbled back, his jaw locking as he clenched against the lingering flames in his veins.

As the feeling coursed fast through his bloodstream like venom as it poisoned him, so too did the onslaught of what Will Byers deemed the 'now memories being shoved into his brain.

All of it.

Billy convulsed on the shower floor as he felt his own memories and sense of self being woven in with someone else's. Something else's.

All he feels is pain and sheer agony. He feels an anger completely separate from his own as well as he feels himself living through someone else's eyes as the flashbacks take over his mind completely. He does not look anything like himself, nor does he feel it. Billy has to watch it all unfold as if he was a fly on the wall of his own mind. Completely separated from whatever had transpired between this presence in his head and the body it had previously taken hold of.

《•••》

"The Mind Flayer's losing," the brother mumbles.

His head shoots up at the words against his will, the veins have already spread to his face and even stretch across his host's arms now. The many people occupying the room all jump back as his head whips off the bed, his eyes completely black. His grip on the boy tightens, his rage stronger than his pain at their audacity to tempt his strength with this girl's presence.

He feels it at his core; a swear on himself that he has no intention of breaking.

No matter what or who it takes.

"AND HE'LL DIE WITH ME!"

•••

All the while his small and trembling frame twisting and kicking as he is engulfed in searing pain.

His screams vibrate with his body before his small frame shrinks in on itself like a dead spider. He straightens in seconds, his head, hands, and feet now glued to the bed as he bends in one final arc, his chest rising to the heavens. The mouth of his host opens in another scream and a billowing cloud of inky black smoke escapes. It twists and unravels out from between his lips like a pitch-black tornado.

《•••》

Billy's anguished screams blend with many others from that night, as do a thousand other blurred memories that are foreign to him. All of it, an agonizing jumble but none more agonizing than the previous two that stick out the most.

Billy's first taste of sanity from there on is the echoed voice of someone familiar.

His pained cries quiet, unlike his mind, and he picks his head up off the ground sending thousands of water droplets falling off his face and hair. He has to fight to unblur his vision-or was he really fighting to see reality, he can't tell anymore-but when he finally manages to see what's in front of him, he sees the source of the familiar voice.

Heather.

She said something Billy couldn't make out, all of it forgotten in an instant when a new reality is played out before him.

Her face was blank, as was her voice even though Billy could have sworn she was worried only seconds ago.

"Billy."

It was a rigid, lifeless tone that conflicted with the truth that Billy fought so hard to hold onto. A battle he fought even as he was forced to watch her lower herself to the ground to meet his eye, her stare unblinking. It didn't feel like anything. Anything other than an order masked in an illusion.

But it was all Billy was allowed to see.

"Take me to him."

Her voice was tinged with echo, just like he had heard from his own mouth last night. And it was enough to snap him back to true reality.

"What?"

Heather's face was etched in worry, her brown eyes widened under her furrowed brow. She leaned in further, her voice just a little louder when she feared he had not heard her from the spray of water above his head; it sounded concerned.

"I said are you hurt? What's going on? I heard screaming."

It sounded human.

"Should I call an ambulance?"

Among the pain, Billy feels tears building up inside him when he realizes what that tug in his gut is ordering him to do. He can also feel it happening again. He can feel himself slipping away, just as he had when he fled for the showers. But this time he fought it.

God, he fought it so hard.

But it wasn't enough.

His nails dug into the flesh of his knees that he had been clutching so tightly to his chest. That and the tears racing down his cheeks now blending with the water were the last things to happen that were truly Billy's doing.

"Billy?"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

El hops out from the changing room, the azure blue shirt with paint streaks draping her figure. She grinned when she saw her reflection, and just as Y/n pulled her closer to the mirror a bright and infectious beat started playing from the speakers in the store.

Max handed her a yellow beret she had plucked from a nearby shelf that matched the bright yellow pants she had also tried on. El delicately placed the weird, flat hat on her forehead, coaxing a warm chuckle from Y/n who took the liberty of fixing it on the top of her head.

Curiously, El looked down at the weird red straps over her shoulders attached to her pants. Outside her stall in the changing room, Y/n had said they were called suspenders. That they were to help you keep your pants up.

She ran her thumbs down the elastic, finding, to her surprise, just how stretchy they were. Max and Y/n watched El's reflection in the mirror happily as she stretched them out away from her chest. And stretched and stretched. And stretched.

SNAP

El gaped at Y/n and Max through the mirror and laughed heartily.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Mike and Lucas trail the glass case carefully on their search, neither of them all too aware of Will's boredom as he lingers nearby.

Mike's eyes scan the display of jewelry and various other gold trinkets for the perfect gift. He had been looking forever it felt like, but his hopes arose when his eyes landed on a tiny golden teddy bear. It was perfect and he was willing to spend everything on it if it made El happy.

Mike flashes the jeweler a smile. "Excuse me, sir?"

The man was dressed up in a very fine suit, pinned to his lapel was a shiny black and white name tag and he wore a very snobbish look as he looked down at him.

"Mm-hmm?"

"How much for this little teddy bear right here?"

It wasn't even moments later that Lucas, Will, and himself were storming out of the store, utterly appalled.

"Three hundred?!" Lucas cried. "Three hundred?!"

Mike huffs. "I should've shoved that teddy bear right up his-"

DING!

The sound of the cash register rings out across The Gap as another customer leaves the counter, nearly bumping into Y/n as she returns with another selection for El to try. The first lyrics of Madonna's Material Girl begin to play throughout the store's speakers.

"Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me, I think they're alright"

El jumps in front of the mirror again just as Y/n returns with a selection of belts. She flashes El a look at the choices; a bright yellow or bright red belt to go with the white button-up and matching skirt. Both pieces have similar paint splatters as the previous shirt, something El was fond of.

Max proceeded to show her how to fashion the belt in a way that connected the clothing, making it look like a dress. Y/n grinned, demonstrating to El she could give herself a twirl to get a better look. A little confused at first, El gave half a turn and Max lightly nudged her shoulders so she went into a full spin. Laughing, Y/n joined in with El when she didn't stop so she'd feel less silly.

The two, now dizzy girls bumped into one another in between small fits of laughter.

"If they don't give me proper credit, I just walk away,"

Y/n returns to the mirror with a small selection of thin, windbreaker jackets hung over her arm, eagerly plucking them up to show to Max.

El returned from the dressing room in a black and yellow button-up and black pants and suspenders to find Y/n in front of the mirror. She only got one brief-but satisfied-look in the mirror before all her attention fell to admiring Y/n's options with great interest.

The first was a bright green piece with one blue arm, and one pink. Unsure, Y/n turned to the two for their opinion. El's face lit up in an awed grin and nodded 'yes' at the same time a grimacing Max shook her head 'no'.

The next was a bright orange at the top, yellow on the bottom, and a bright red stripe across the center. Y/n didn't last long on it before shedding it from her shoulders and trading it with the third jacket.

When she finally slipped it over her shoulders, all three of them broke out into matching grins. It suited Y/n perfectly.

It was a light teal, and just below the shoulder blades was a relaxing shade of rainbow stripes. Y/n looked happily to her friends for their approval as she bunched the sleeves up to her elbows, allowing enough air to hit her skin.

"They can beg and they can plead,"

Max discarded the black sunglasses for a pair of red, white, and blue Ray Bands, but ultimately grimaced as she took them off. She turned to Y/n who held out another pair of Ray Bands Max had picked from the shelf.

Y/n knew Max had found a winner when the redhead grinned, pulling down the sunglasses in a coy manner. Y/n caught the silly, exaggerated flirtatious look Max sent her way through the mirror and felt the tips of her ears begin to burn.

"But they can't see the light (that's right)"

The three boys could feel their spirits lifting when they collectively spotted neon pink light spilling out from a nearby store. Picking up the pace, they hurried to the entrance, neither of them thinking to check the name of the store. But surely they would find something here!

Uh, maybe not.

They all froze in the doorway, their mouths and throats running bone dry in less than an instant. They stood rooted to the floor, damn near moments away from a dead faint.

They had just stumbled into a ladies' lingerie store. And they honestly had no idea what to think. They were too shocked to decide.

Mike's widened eyes flew to the array of lacey stockings on the mannequin legs.

Lucas gulped at the sight of bras everywhere.

And Will flushed absolutely crimson at the array of satin and silk underwear on the display.

In utter panic, they stumbled out and over one another in their attempt to flee the sight before them.

"'Cause the boy with the cold hard cash is always Mr. Right,"

El straightens, letting her curly locks flip to the back of her head and out of her eyes. She takes a step back, smoothing out her curls and enjoying the feeling of styling her hair. After all, she wasn't used to having enough hair to style. For the first time in her life, she stares at her reflection and truly sees herself.

Oh, this was definitely her.

And this was by far her favorite piece of clothing she had tried. It was a black shirt, but it was also pants which she found extremely cool. It had an array of bright and eclectic patterns and shapes all over.

El noticed a foreign feeling blooming fast and bright deep in her chest as she looked at herself before the mirror. There was also a look on her face that she hadn't ever worn before, but decided in the moment she could never get enough of it. It was the same thing, the feeling spreading throughout her and the look on her face.

It was confidence.

El found herself squealing in delight. Excitedly, she turned to Y/n and Max and tackled them in a hug. Neither of them had time to savor the moment before she pulled away, grabbing their hands in hers and pulling them along.

The three of them paid at the counter, eager to return to the mall, each of them wearing their items out. Standing out from everyone around them, Max Mayfield, El Hopper, and Y/n Henderson glid down the halls of Starcourt with an abundance of confidence, their heads held just a little higher.

"'Cause we are living In a material world, And I am a material girl,"

Max hooks her arm under El's, and in turn, El hooks her arm under Y/n's. The three of them share a look, matching grins breaking out on their faces, they can't help but release the joyous laughter erupting from deep within them. With locked arms, they happily continue their search.

"You know that we are living In a material world, And I am a material girl,"

Will, Mike, and Lucas had decided to try their luck at the perfume kiosk. More specifically, Mike and Lucas had. The two friends had been testing perfumes by the time Will had returned from the candy shop nearby, a small plastic goodie bag in hand. Leaning boredly over the counter, lazily eyeing the selection of perfume before catching their eye.

"Any luck?"

"Not yet," Miks grumbled, wincing at the overpowering scent he had just sampled.

"Ahh, but perhaps our luck has changed," Lucas said, his eyebrows jumping up as he turns to Mike, lightly wracking his arm to pull his attention. "Hey, Mike,"

Curiously, he turned to Lucas only to be met with a cloud of perfume jumping into his eyes.

"Uh!" His head jerks back, letting out a painful cry as the perfume burns his eyes and sinuses. "Ahh!"

"Some boys romance, Some boys slow dance And that's alright with me,"

Y/n's eyes light up when they find an all too familiar sight. She stops suddenly, El and Max stopping with her. They watch Y/n curiously as she turns excitedly to them, and they can just about see the light bulb going on over her head.

"You guys will love this," Y/n takes El's hand in her own, and like before, El takes Max's. Y/n breaks into a light jog, pulling her friends along in a small train behind her. "follow me!"

The three of them weave through the crowd, narrowly dodging other mall-goers before disappearing into Flash Studios, where Will and her had just been the other night.

"If they can't raise my interest then I Have to let them be"

"That's it, girls!" The photographer encouraged, readying the camera as the three friends bunch together in their overly flashy costumes, chunky jewelry, crazy hats, and headbands.

They laugh as they squeeze in together, each of them making faces ranging from silly to serious, to a silly seriousness.

"Okay, here we go,"

The photographer leans into the lens when he knows they're ready, and a loud click accompanies the bright flash that captures their first pose; Max and El were back to back, each of their gloved hands curling delicately around their chins while Y/n posed in the center, just below them. Her left shoulder angled out towards the camera as she smoldered.

CLICK

The second photo was taken, perfectly capturing the three of them. Max stood with her back to her friends with folded arms, one gloved hand touching her cheek. El had folded her arms over the back of Max's shoulders, and Y/n draped one arm on El's right shoulder like an armrest. She had shifted weight onto one leg as she faced the camera, doing her best exaggerated imitation of the facial expressions she saw in all the magazines.

"Some boys try and some boys lie but,"

Unable to keep up the smoldering intensity seriously, the three of them burst into laughter, nearly falling into each other's shoulders. Their infectious smiles and exuberance had seemingly spread to the already peppy photographer.

"Wardrobe change, please! Wardrobe change!" Still laughing, the girls stumbled away from the camera, still tripping over each other as they chuckled. "Wardrobe change, thank you!"

They had returned with oversized jean jackets and chunky plastic charm necklaces. Each of them ready to strike their new pose.

"I don't let them play (no way)"

El had feigned a gasp as she leans against Max who was smiling coyly behind her popped collar. Y/n, while in the middle of striking a back-to-back pose with Max, had been caught with a wide smile as she laughed at her friends' antics over her shoulder.

"No way,"

After another wardrobe change, the three returned with coordinated outfits; each of them had chosen at least one article of bright yellow clothing. Max, a button-up, Y/n a suit jacket with padded shoulders, and El, a puffy-sleeved dress. Simultaneously, they had all leaned forward towards the camera as they tucked their palms under their chins.

"Only boys who save their pennies,"

Max and Y/n had crouched down a little as their hands formed a delicate bridge under their chins as they gave cheesy stares towards the same spot on the ceiling across the store. All the while, El peaking out over their heads as her chin balances on her arms that are splayed over Max and Y/n's heads.

"Make my rainy day,"

The photographer began directing them around, giving them each the same idea.

El, who was standing on a stool in the back began shaking her head and ruffling her hair with a laugh. Max stood directly in front of her, and directly behind and above Y/n, doing the same. When the picture had been taken, the three of them had all been laughing and clutching their heads in a silly manner.

"'Cause we are living In a material world,"

The brightly colored heels wobbled under El's feet as she attempts to make it safely across the floor. El and Y/n stood on either side of her; Max stood to the left holding El's hand tight and watching her footing carefully and Y/n on her right with her elbow outstretched and hand ghosting over El's back in case she fell.

"And I am a material girl,"

Her next step is as cautious as ever and yet all too suddenly she feels the shoe bend side ways, throwing her off balance. El yelps as she tumbles forward, and in her attempt at grasping at Y/n's outstretched arm to catch herself, she instead pulls her best friend down with her.

The two of them laugh in a heap on the hardened carpet, too busy laughing to pull themselves back up to their feet. A loud, boisterous laugh barrels out of Max's chest as she stumbles over to help them. By the time she helps them to their feet, they have already drawn the attention of a familiar face who watches them with a sour face, just like her friends.

"You know what we are living In a material world and I am a material girl,"

Max, Y/n and, El pause when they take note of their judgeful stares causing the small posse to roll their eyes and return to their shopping. They slowly look back at one another, and in that instant, none of them were able to resist bursting into another fit of laughter.

"Living in a material world,"

One by one, three heads poke out from their hiding spot behind one of many columns in the food court. Y/n's eyes search the foot court only momentarily before finding their target, and they just as quickly narrow into a fiery glare.

"You sure that's her?" Max asks, glancing down at Y/n.

She nods, her eyes still burning holes into the girl from the shoe store.

"Positive," Y/n says.

She had first recognized her immediately at the store, and again when they had entered the food court.

El peers up from where she was crouched below. "Who is she?"

"Stacey Albright," Y/n spits. "She made Dustin cry at the Snow Ball,"

El gasped, returning her gaze forward to send the girl a similair glare.

"And I am a material girl,"

Stacey was just across the food court with her friends. The four of them standing together with the cute boy on break who had served them their orange smoothies.

"You know that we are living In a material world,"

She was laughing flirtatiously with the boy, obviously trying to catch his interest.

As Y/n recalled that night of the Snow Ball, all too clearly she could still hear her brother's embarrassed recount of events when she had asked how his night had gone (in an attempt to change the subject when he had grilled her over kissing Will). She could still hear the sadness he had been trying to hide in his voice and looking at the girl now she could feel her blood boil. All she could think about was telling Stacey off, embarrassing her as much as she had embarrassed her brother.

Her friends around her had begun switching their cups around in their hands uncomfortably, Stacey most of all. She only took her eyes off her cup momentarily before looking back at the smoothie boy.

"And I am a material girl,"

The cups began to shake as they vibrated and one of Stacey's friends began looking at her cup unsettled. Stacey was trying hard to maintain her focus on the boy, and it made Y/n even more furious.

Moments before she could snap and storm over to tell Stacey off, throw her drink in her face, and ultimately get kicked out, something miraculous happened. Hilariously miraculous. In one instance, everything was fine, and the next, orange smoothies were everywhere. Stacey had let go of her cup and released a shriek just as it had exploded, drenching all five of them. Even her friends had dropped their cups, each of drinks similarly combusting before they could ever hit the ground.

The four of them stood frozen, drenched, and standing in orange smoothie, their mouth hanging wide open as they shook out their hands.

Max, Y/n, and El flinched back, once again unable to battle their urge to laugh. Sadly, neither of them had time to enjoy it long before they had to flee. Max pulled the duo away from the wall and once again they all link hands as they made a break for the corner.

"See? What'd I tell you?" Max laughed, congratulating a delightfully confused El and Y/n away to safety. Y/n wearing a bright smile to match her friends, flashed a puzzled glance behind her as she was pulled along. "There's more to life than stupid boys."

Whatever thought bouncing around Y/n's head was quickly forgotten as she stumbled after Max and El, hand in hand as they unknowingly ran right by their respective boyfriends.

Neither of them heard or noticed this, however. Mike and Lucas sat on one of the many benches against the topiary in utter defeat. Will was behind them, beginning to lose patience with them.

"Can we please play D&D now? I worked really hard on it, and so did-"

-"No!"

-"No!"

Will huffed, rolling his eyes as he sagged further back into his seat with great annoyance.

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