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nicxxx5 · 1 year

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mike coming out to dustin while off on a mission in s5

they’ve been walking around for about an hour now, making casual conversation and commentary on the invalding aspects of the upside down into their world when dustin decides to ask.

“so i’ve been meaning to ask, what’s up with you and el?” dustin asks as he carefully steps over a vine.

“huh?” mike turns around to look at him, a confused expression on his face in response to the question that to him came out of no where. “what are you talking about?”

“well you guys are barley talking to each other let alone in the same room anymore. honestly it’s been nice to not turn around to you guys making out every five seconds but likewise it’s a little off putting the space between the two of you” dustin comments as they continue on.

“oh,” mike says “i mean that’s probably because we broke up.”

dustin stops and looks up at him with a clear expression of shock on his face “what?!? when!?!” “uh, since a little after the rest of us got back from lenora?” mike offers, getting a little uncomfortable by how surprised dustin is.

dustin looks at him with utmost sympathy “aw man dude that sucks, i’m so sorry.” mike shakes his head “nah it’s fine. it’s for the best i think actually.” dustin sputters “”for the best”?! man what are you talking about? you guys were completely wrapped up in each other just last summer, how could you even say that?”

“dustin-”

dustin continues rambling “i mean you guys were so focused on each other that you ended up ditching us constantly! which was just as annoying as it was sweet by the way.”

“dustin-”

“i mean! hell i thought you guys would be together forever considering when you yelled at us that you loved her that one time-”

mike turns around and snaps “well you’re wrong dustin!”

dustin stops short and looks at mike, eyes wide in shock and taken aback from his outburst. mike deflates a bit after seeing the reaction from one of his bestfriends. he sighs looking down at the ground. “you’re wrong. el and i aren’t gonna be together forever. and i don’t love her like that. hell i’m not even sure i ever actually liked her like that.”

“what? but you guys were together like all the time. and kissing all the time. will even said that you told her you loved her when she was fighting vecna?” dustin replies even more confused

mike sighs again “yeah, i did do all those things, because i thought that’s what i was supposed to do. what all guys are supposed to do with their girlfriends. and especially in that moment in the pizza cooler, i was so afraid that if i didn’t say what el wanted me to say, that she would have died. but...” mike pauses and looks up at the sky, almost like he’s contemplating something. “none of those things i did were because i liked her romantically.”

the two of them keep walking but dustin keeps staring at mike, occasionally looking down at his feet to watch where he steps, because some things still aren’t making sense to him. “okay, but like dude, i don’t get it? when she left with the byers, you were so mopey and miserable. i mean we could hardly get you to leave you basement, like, ever. and other times all you would do is complain about joyce’s telemarketer job because you couldn’t get through the phonelines every time you tired to call them. i thought that was all from you missing your girlfriend?”

mike sighs again, but this time it’s shaky. he looks nervous as he turns a concerning combination of both pale and flushed. without turning to look at dustin he replies. “yeah, i mean i was miserable. but...el...she wasn’t the only one who left hawkins. i mean, she left with the byers remember?”

dustin’s face still looks confused, even as he’s looking down to watch where he steps. “yeah i remember but what does that have to do with- oh, oh right will. i mean we all missed will dude, you’re not the only one.”

“dustin.” “what?” mike still hasn’t turned around to look at him, his head’s hanging low. finally he does turn around and his face is pale and eyes glassy, dustin’s never seen him look this nervous and scared before. he looks at dustin and his voice is shaky “please don’t make me say it.”

with the same puzzled look on his face dustin goes “say what? mike, i really don’t get...” suddenly every thing in dustin’s brain clicks. his eyes go wide as he finally, finally puts the pieces together. he whispers “holy shit”

mike looks away and that’s pretty much all dustin needs to confirm what he was thinking. “holy shit”

“dustin-”

“oh my god dude. holy shit”

mike sighs, trying to keep his breath as even as he can “look if you want to head back now i can finish this on my own, but please-”

dustin looks at him like he just said he was gonna go and put one of the demodogs on a leash “what?! dude no! are you insane? i just can’t believe i never fucking noticed!”

mike now looks confused “huh?”

“dude it makes so much sense now!” dustin looks at him like he just gave him the simplest answer to the word’s most complicated question “i mean it explains everything! ever since we were kids! how you were so protective of him, how you always spoke to him in that voice-”

“dustin-”

“i mean you were so defensive when it came to him, i mean you wouldn’t even let us within five feet of him that one night on halloween-”

“dustin-”

“oh my god! it also explains why you never shut up about him during hellfire- EDDIE! HOLY SHIT YOU HAD A CRUSH ON EDDIE TOO DIDN’T YOU!”

“DUSTIN!” mike has now turned beat red from all the revelations his friend is now deciding to share out into the open. dustin calms down from all his sudden realizations “sorry, man i really just can’t believe i never noticed.” and mike looks at him a little shyly “and you don’t care?”

dustin once again looks at him like he just offered to invite the next Demogorgon them come across over for tea “what? no man” he becomes serious “you’re still one of my best friends. and besides we’ve been through way too much shit for me to care about your obvious crush on will, WHICH I CAN’T BELIEVE I MISSED-”

“dustin!” mike’s laughing now, relieved that he’s finally admitted this to one of his bestfriends and he doesn’t hate him or find him gross or disgusting, although still somewhat embarrassed by his friend’s comment towards his crush

dustin chuckles too “sorry. man, i can’t believe how oblivious i was. steve would be so disappointed in me. don’t tell him about this too by the way. i don’t need him giving me shit about not picking up on people’s feelings when he still won’t tell me why him and robin wouldn’t work out! i was so sure about those two!”

mike gives dustin a knowing look and shakes his head as he laughs and pats him on the shoulder “don’t worry dustin, i’m sure you’ll figure it out sooner or later.” and continues off in the direct they were headed. dustin stays rooted in his spot as he stares after him slightly confused. after a minute he runs after him.

“hey wait what do you mean by that? mike? MIKE?”

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goggles-mcgee · 1 year

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Steve Harrington being absolutely pissed/terrified at the Upside-Down and all it's monsters and being a Petty Betty and reading everything he can about DnD monsters and how best to kill them because the UD monsters seem to have a pattern and the kids relate the monsters to those in their game. Steve absolutely wanting to be as prepared as he can and reading up on any and all creatures, mythical, magical, cryptid, horror just in case they run into the Upside-down equivalent. Steve especially doing this during season 3.

Eddie Munson of course works at the mall too, at the record store across from Scoop's and may or may not have the biggest crush on Steve Harrington who he can sometimes see through the shop's windows when the customers are low, but he and Steve don't properly interact till season 4. Not until he adopts his merry band of little sheep. Steve and he somewhat talking when he picks them up from Hellfire. It's not until Steve arrives a bit to early for pickup and sits down to wait for them in the clubroom that they actual start talking more than a handful of words.

Steve is over the moon to actually be making a friend around his own age. Eddie is in-between wanting to scream in frustration for actually liking Steve more after they continue to get to know each other or just kiss his stupidly pretty lips. The rest of Hellfire are apprehensive but after seeing how Steve interacts with the kids, with Eddie's blatant flirting (Steve though is oblivious) and how Steve seems to be friends with that chicken Robin in band, they mostly just ignore him or even ask how his day was.

It's during one session that Steve purposefully came early so he could hang out that Steve's knowledge is revealed. He's just chilling on the club room's donated sofa and reading Batman Annual #8 that Lucas lent him after ranting about the art and story for so long that Steve gave in and asked to borrow it. Lucas liked to joke that they had to give Steve an activity otherwise he'd fall asleep so Lucas would bring him a comic and Dustin usually had a snack his mom packed for Steve. So Steve is just snacking, reading, minding his own business when he hears the kids arguing about how best to take down Gray Ooze and Steve just mindlessly remembering all his studying just blurts, "It's immune to cold and fire, I don't know what weapons you have on hand or your spell things but anything besides cold and fire should work."

He's still reading the comic and snacking on some almonds so he misses when all heads turn to look at him in bafflement, or complete heart-eyes in Eddie's case. He does not miss when Dustin, Mike and Lucas start yelling at him and demanding how he knew that.

Eddie is wondering how soon is too soon to get Steve a promise ring.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dnd knowledge is the way to Eddie's heart #among other things #lucas is a batman fan because i say so #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #steve just wants to protect his nuggets okay?#if that means reading and cramming as much information into his brain cell as he can #so be it

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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hey, I'm not sure if your requests are open, but if they are, I'd like to request a eddie x reader :) reader is best friends with chrissy, but still shy & in the background. i'd love some intense & oblivious mutual pining between eddie&y/n & friends to lovers. Chrissy knows about y/ns feelings bc it's really obvious, tries to include eddie to kinda make them spend time together, y/n is jealous bc she thinks eddie is only interested in chrissy, so maybe some friendshipangst but happy end <3

eddie munson x shy!fem! reader + mutual pinning

hellloooo anon !! my requests are open just for untitled small-ish (actually lengthy) imagines & blurbs!! not the oneshots (those are usually up to 5k words)

i do hope you like this !! <3

kinda suggestive in the ending ;>

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it was kind of awkward at first.

you’ve always been the quiet and reserved type of girl. shy in most parts when it comes to social interactions, you’ve always stayed inside of your comfort zone, still afraid to come out. nothing was wrong with that! it’s just that sometimes— you wish you were more than this quiet best friend of chrissy cunningham’s. yes, chrissy the head of the cheer team. chrissy the kind and sweet girl of hawkin’s high. chrissy was an amazing best friend, she was the only person who could understand your comfort of silence, being understanding and never judging why you were like this. it’s just you.

and here you are, school ending, linked arm to arm with her as she talks side to side with eddie munson. eddie munson, the supposed ‘freak’ of hawkins high. the devil worshipper, the drug dealer— the dnd club leader and dungeon master— stated by dustin. eddie’s a sweet guy since the first you’ve met him in class. he’s a class clown, likes to goof around the teacher’s back, intimidates maybe some few students with his style, fucks around with jason carver and sometimes causes a havoc inside of the cafeteria. he’s funny, good-looking, kind and—

you like him. yes, you have a crush on him since day one. the day since he had absently helped you clean up the classroom after hours. you two spoke, only for a bit, but you got hooked since the moment he made you laugh. and that was it— he probably doesn’t remember that moment but that set the course of your secret crush on him. which is a crucial secret you’ve harbored today— or so.

“it’ll be cool! this’ the one time to get you girls a peek of what i actually do for fun than sell shit here.” he shrugs, walking backwards as chrissy rolls her eyes at him. you only let a small smile on, seeing the interaction between them. “and i swear to you, chris’. gareth rocks the drums, no kiddin’, total badass.”

“you want us? me and y/n to go to your gig inside of a bar, eddie? do you know how’ll that look like?” she laughs as eddie shrugs, completely unaware how that’ll look. two girls inside of a bar, full of drunk men. to say, it was very surprising the queen of hawkins high had befriended the boy, unexpected it to you as well.

“i don’t know. well, makes our five person crowd turn into seven, which is better—“

“and haven’t you thought of the creeps and drunks in there for us?” she raises a brow as eddie scoffs at that. looking smug.

“please! if you’re worried about jackasses getting up on ‘ya, you have four men on guard and that includes me.” he gestures to himself proudly as chrissy sighs.

“c’mon, chris’! loosen up a little, get drunk while we play and it’ll be the best night of your lives!” eddie roared, earning a few snickers and glares from the students passing by. he didn’t care about that as you watched him dearly, whilst chrissy was shaking her head. admiring his smirk and eagerness for you two— well, maybe just for chrissy, to come.

“eddie. as much as i like to go to your gig tonight. i just don’t think—“

“oh, c’mon. we’ve hanging out since— since, you’ve been pulling me to your hang outs. isn’t it my time to ask you to hang-out?” eddie hummed as he walked along side now. putting his hands in his leather jacket’s pockets. you stared ahead, letting them talk with one another. a little sting in your heart that you wished eddie would have that same energy to you. mostly he’d just acknowledge you were there beside chrissy, they were close as you can tell. you didn’t know if it was you or not— but certainly you knew he’s got eyes for your best friend. isn’t everyone?

as hurtful as it is to your feelings for him, you just bottled it up knowing none will happen otherwise. eddie was kind to you, that was most important, and you were fine being the extra in the little tension between chrissy and him. you just wished you were more outgoing to match his personality— but fate was like this. you’d accept it, not wanting to hope for more— hope for him to look at you like he looks at chrissy. you could feel the bitter taste in your tongue as you swallowed up the heartbreak inside of you. you just wished you were… more.

“earth to y/n? hello?” a pair of fingers snapping in front of you made you jump a bit seeing eddie beside you with a grin. your heart thumped as you tried to remain calm, a heavy whiff of his earthy fresh cologne engulfed your nose alongside the scent of cigarettes and hint of weed, you guessed. god, he smelled good—

“y-yes?” you stammered, looking up to meet his eyes. you swore you felt mushy seeing those doe brown eyed orbs stare at you with a glint behind them. eddie seem to pause a bit as he smiled at you sweetly.

“do you wanna come tonight?” he asked, tone low and soft this time than a while ago. “my gig— tonight. since your bestie don’t wanna— but it’s fine if you don’t want to—“

“i’d love to.” you answered quickly, blushing afterwards hearing yourself too excited. “i-i mean, yes.” way to go. you sighed to yourself, feeling a little embarrassed.

“that’s cool. yeah, fucking cool.” eddie bit his lip as he turned to chrissy with a smirk now. chrissy had a huge smile on her face as she stared at you, seeing you all shy and timid around him than usual. she rolled her eyes at eddie as you watch them quarrel again.

“are you sure, angel?” she asked you, pushing eddie’s shoulder when he was about to cut her off.

“she’s sure, chris’!”

“i’m sure.” you nodded, feeling a little bashful that he’s beside you. the warmth of him driving you crazy. you could feel him lean forward, his chest brushing against your back as he stuck his middle finger to chrissy, gesturing to his win. you swore you’d turn into a puddle how close he is. chrissy seemed to grin at the two of you, opting to dismiss the thought in her head as she focused on the annoying metalhead.

“fine! you won this time, munson. we’ll go.” chrissy shoved his hand away as eddie pumped his fists up in the air. you giggled, snuggling beside chrissy as she sighed at him.

“i’ll pick you up later?” she offered and you nodded. unlinking your arms, knowing you have to go back home to find an suitable outfit.

“i’ll call you.” you affirmed as you hugged her goodbye. chrissy kissed your cheek as you turned to eddie. oblivious knowing your best friend was watching the way you curled your fingers, knowing you were nervous. she smirked at that.

“i’ll see you later, sweets.” he winked as you nodded, waving him goodbye, feeling your stomach flutter as you walked away.

eddie watched you with longing eyes, your quiet and timidness as cute factor he so adored, remembering the moment chrissy introduced you to him. chrissy eyed him with suspicion now, oh, it was very obvious— so stupidly obvious how the two of you were pinning for each other. just that she knew something was blocking the two of you from confessing and it was hurting her head! you and eddie looked perfect for each other— and she was going to make it her mission to get you two going on for tonight.

“i say watch the way you look at my best friend, munson.” she teases as eddie blushes, eyes widening as he scoffs, feeling embarrassed he’s been caught or so.

“what the fuck do you mean?” he dumbly scratches his head, acting oblivious as chrissy taps her foot, rolling her eyes at him. idiot.

“nothing.” she walks away, leaving eddie to ponder what the hell did she mean by that. chrissy grins to herself, knowing well what to do now.

•••

“they’re gonna start!” chrissy says, sitting right next to you inside of the hideout. the bar was somewhat decent, it was for drunks— that you knew seeing it was crowded, but decent enough that you two got a seat closer to the stage. the dim lights shined before them seeing the logo of the drum-set came into life. corroded coffin was written on it, proud and very rock looking as you waited for them to finish setting up. you were excited, so excited seeing him perform. one of your daydreams come into life.

“whatdya’ think about eddie performing?” chrissy smiled widely as you shrugged.

“he’s…” you didn’t know what to say as eddie turned to the microphone, a wide grin and a new aura coming from him. you were stars trucked, he greeted the crowd first, some had cheered on and others were intrigued. the main kicker for your beating heart was the moment he shredded his guitar after gareth’s counting, you swore you’d faint on the spot. chrissy cheered on as you stared at him in awe, seeing him look so in his place, a glimpse of what more you can see in eddie.

and it made your heart burst happily.

the crowd cheered to the next three songs they did. all covers from their favorite bands— eddie sang them all, sweat beading his forehead, his shirt clinging to him tightly as he gripped the microphone, his gestures lit up the room as you watched him. smiling widely, as his gaze tore to where you and chrissy were seated. you froze on the spot, not knowing where his eyes stayed if it were yours or to chrissy. you didn’t know really. his eyes seemed to hold something, unspoken, but loud enough for you to know it was something. it was you, was it? was it—

no.

your mind shouted, you looked to the side to see your best friend smiling widely as ever. you looked back to eddie as he no longer stared to where you two were seated. no, he did not look at you. your mind screamed again. you were just here— because chrissy agreed to be here. you were just here. your heart started to melt, you could feel the awful vile lump in your throat seize to make you cry with your own thoughts. eddie doesn’t like you— he doesn’t. you’re just chrissy’s best friend. that’s all you’ll ever be in his eyes. you gulped, noticing as eddie said goodnight to the crowd. they cheered, clapped while you forced yourself to straighten your posture now. how stupid you are to be heartbroken for a man who doesn’t even know you— or know your love for him.

so stupid.

“that was so cool!” chrissy squealed as eddie exited the stage. the other members went straight to your table. chrissy stood up giving each an hug, how smitten they are to be in the presence of her, looking all giddy that the queen of hawkins high had watch their gig. you sat there, quietly, fiddling with your hands, knowing no one would acknowledge you— since they don’t even know you. it was typical, and you were used to it by now.

“sooo…” chrissy started, sitting back as the others told her they would be by the bar. “what did you think of eddie right now?” she wriggled her brows.

you blinked, not sure where this is going. “he’s…w-well, more eddie?”

“angel.”

“ok, he looks cool.” you offered, glancing behind her shoulder to see eddie laughing along with his band mates while he drank a cold beer. his mullet a little haggard from his head banging a while ago. you pursed your lip, admiring him from afar.

“really now? just cool?” she teases.

“i-i don’t know—“

“you find him cute, huh?” she pinches your cheek as you swatted her hand away with a pout, shaking your head.

“oh, c’mon. we’ve been friends for years, angel. i know—“ you quickly pinch her lips, afraid someone might hear that assumption. it was already embarrassing as it is that you were lying to her.

“chris’, please!” you scolded, your pout growing. cute.

“ok, ok, ok. i’m just joking.” she defends, a plan in her mind erupting as she pulls you up to stand up. you look at her confused as she grins, gesturing to the bar. “we have to greet eddie! you’re the one who wanted to see him perform.” she reminded you.

“w-wha— ok, fine.” you sighed as chrissy turned back to capture eddie staring at the two of you. eyes staring at the oblivious you. she grinned again, pulling you towards him, a vacant seat in the middle, a luck for her mini-plan to succeed.

“hey, chris’!” eddie greeted, hugging her as chrissy patted his back.

“you look so cool, munson! not bad.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah. thanks.” he smirked as he turned to you. you temporarily froze for a moment as chrissy urged you to sit beside him while she stood between the two of you. a little irritated she was seeing you two hinder down. like idiots in love! she huffed as she broke the longing silence.

“y/n thought you looked cute today.”

“c-chris’!”

“cute? really? that’s a first. i’m flattered, sweets.” eddie laughed as you averted his gaze. a blush arose to your cheeks, it felt warm as you glowed underneath the dim lights. eddie watched in silence seeing you look around the room, your expression still a bit flushed, you looked too cute when you’re so shy. god, his stomach was feeling funny today.

chrissy couldn’t take it anymore! she grabbed eddie’s arm to pull him away somewhere. eddie was taken by surprise, disappointed he was pulled away from his gawking. she knew you wouldn’t admit your obvious crush you have on the man— though, eddie on the other hand, she knew he would at least have the balls to ask you out if she tells him. he was pretty obvious too.

“the hell was that, chris’?” he sighed, crossing his arms. you watch in distance seeing your best friend and eddie talking with each other at a far distance. you sighed, the vile feeling of jealousy in your gut erupting again.

“i am done with you two. i’m sick of it!” chrissy declares. eddie shoots a puzzled look as chrissy pinched her nose. “if you like her eddie, then ask her out!”

“wait— that’s n-not… i don’t have—“ he blushes, glancing back to you for a moment.

“cut the bullshit please. sometimes, as a certified wingman, i get tired seeing you two hiding it when it’s so painfully obvious.” she sighs as eddie’s eyes widened. you two? hiding it?

“us two? let me get this straight, chris’. i think i’m the only one who’s been hiding it.” he declares, you would never go for him! and he applauds chrissy for being so observant that she knew he’s got a little crushie on you. it always seemed like you didn’t want to talk to him from time to time— averting his gazes, quiet and short conversations, always avoiding him. he was sure you were just swallowing it up to be friends with him because of chrissy. “and i don’t think she’ll ever go for me if you think that—“

you watch in silence seeing those two talk. you sighed to yourself, alone by the bar, fiddling with the napkins now. you felt yourself slowly feel tired at this— wanting to go home and cry. you stood up, heading to the bathroom to freshen up a little, planning afterwards to say your goodbyes to chrissy and the others. the night already tiring you. you need to a grip of yourself. and you couldn’t hold back your disappointment as tears slipped from your eyes, quickly shutting the door behind you.

“it’s true, eddie! i swear!” chrissy argues as eddie shakes his head. no, there was no way you liked him! no way! chrissy might be just fucking with him.

“don’t bullshit me—“

“i am so not, munson! if you think she doesn’t like you, well, i’m reminding you she’s gets too shy around you. i know her.”

“how the fuck am i supposed to believe you?”

“if you go after her then you might as well ask her, herself.” chrissy crosses her arms as eddie snickers.

“this is too— too unbelievable. i don’t want my hopes up.” he mumbles, feeling a little insecure. no one wanted him— he was the freak! a drug dealer and an outcast. he lives in a trailer park and is still repeating his senior year. you deserved someone so much better than him.

“i am not putting your hopes up, eds. when it comes to y/n and you— i very much like to see you two together.” she confesses, offering a comforting smile. eddie licks his lips, the taste of beer and the sweet memory of you gawking at him while he’s on stage pressuring him to go back and talk to you.

“i mean it, munson.”

“yeah. i know. thank you.” he smiles, sighing to himself. for being an idiot for holding himself back.

“go. i’m sure she’s waiting.” chrissy urged as gareth came passing by.

“your friend’s been in the bathroom for a shit long time by the way.” gareth points to the restroom as chrissy looks at eddie worried.

“go!” chrissy urges, knowing that place would be private enough for both of you. eddie nods, walking hastily to there as gareth looks at the situation confused beside chrissy.

“what was that?” gareth sips his beer as chrissy sweetly smiles at him.

“getting your best friend his first girlfriend.” she grins as gareth spits his beer out of shock.

“sweets?” your head shots up from the sink as you heard the door knocking, you shut the faucet off as you wiped your stray tears away. it was pathetic, you dressed up for him— thinking something will happen. you bit your lip, hesitating for a moment. it was embarrassing to face him when you just cried for him.

“y/n? sweets? can i— this will sound weird— can i come in?” he coughs, your eyes widened, he sounded desperate which made you worry. eventually you unlocked the door as eddie came stumbling with an apology as he shuts the door quickly. leaning back against it as the yellow fluorescent light shined at the two of you.

“u-uh, is there something wrong?” you asked, fiddling with your hands again, feeling nervous. eddie stares at you, seeing the dried up tears stain your cheeks. have you been crying? his sense of protectiveness bursted as he cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears off as his brows furrowed.

“someone made you upset? was it a old geezer or a drunk?” he asked, catching you by surprise as you quickly shook your head. what was happening?

“i’m fine, eddie. it’s j-just me.” you meekly confessed, averting his gaze yet eddie stood closer, staring at you with seriousness.

“you?”

“yeah… it’s kinda stupid.” you laughed quietly as eddie grinned. still cupping your cheeks as you blushed at his touch. warm and calloused, it felt oddly tingly as you squirmed in his hold.

“don’t like you seeing you upset.” he mumbles, looking back and forth to your lips. “i’ve been meaning to tell you— something… chrissy just gave me the reality-hit of a lifetime.” he confesses, detaching his hands from your cheeks as he turned to sit on the toilet seat as you waited for him. are they together? your mind wandered as your heart clenched.

“yeah?”

“i—“ he stutters, grasping your hands now to his. pulling you close as you stood between his legs. feeling a little cramped in this restroom. your heart stammered as butterflies filled your stomach.

“i was going to ask you out. on— on a date. i like you, y/n. chrissy told me you liked me, and i-i was wondering—“

“w-wait!” you stammered, he stopped in his words, dread filling his stomach. was it not true?

“y-yeah? shit, sorry— i should’ve…” eddie rambled on as you processed the words coming out of his mouth. chrissy told him? told him that you liked him? you were shocked, you kept this secret for the longest and chrissy knew this whole time? you wondered back when eddie started hanging out with you two. did that start there? nevertheless, you were shocked. shocked at how sneaky she knew!

“and it’s fine if you don’t like me— i get the feeling chris’ thought otherwise and i-i’m sorry—“

“eddie.” you breathed out his name, he stopped, feeling like a spell was cast on him when you uttered his name like a aphrodisiac. he felt his spine tingle as he shut up quickly. you lean down, seeing his pupils turn black at how close the two of you are. you were tired of having to hold back now— so tired of waiting as eddie’s heart thumped loudly.

“y-yeah?” he whispers as you put your hands to rest on his shoulders. he was so desperate, seeing your lips part as he felt the alcohol in his veins make him extra horny.

“i like you too…” you confessed, eddie shuddered at that, relieved. so relieved that he surged up to capture your lips to his. you gasped, his tongue went in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bending down as he hold on to your hips. you moaned, the sweet daydream coming to life. you were kissing him! finally kissing him! and he liked you! his tongue circled yours, sloppy and desperate it is as his hands squeezed your side. both feeling so drunk and high in the chemicals in your bodies. like as if he had smoked something— that was ten times better. it was all you. your scent, your touch, your lips— everything of you was a drug to him.

he had to thank chrissy later.

you broke away first, exhaling air as you confessed again. “i thought you had a thing for chrissy. b-but me?” you blushed as eddie grinned, pulling you to his lap as you sat comfortably. eddie swore he’d have a heart attack now.

“baby, chrissy’s like a sister to me.” he laughed, cringing at the thought of him and your best friend together.

“but same thing, sweets. thought you didn’t like me that much.” he laughed as you giggled. “but you were just shy, huh? shy for me, baby?” he said confidently, kissing your neck. you whined, his warmth overwhelming as you giggled at how ticklish you are there.

“i’ve liked you for the longest, eds.” you caressed his hair as he hummed, hugging you tight. “just d-din’t know how to say it.”

“should’ve kissed you sooner.” he mumbled capturing your lips again as you caressed his rosy cheeks. he felt himself melt on you as you teased him. he felt so mushy underneath you as you breathed out his name. this wasn’t happening was it? it’s all his dream? kissing you in a bar restroom that kinda smelled like shit? totally romantic. things got hotter as you whined against his lips. feeling a little frisky as eddie smirked, grinding up as you gasped at the hard feeling.

you blushed, knowing what was underneath you. the feeling too overwhelming as you hugged him tighter, knowing hell what he was doing when his hands descended down to your ass making eddie smirk, feeling so smug now. he grasped it confidently as you scolded him, blushing furiously. your shyness seeping back.

“e-eddie, we can’t!”

“i’m making up the lost time, sweetheart. keep that mouth quiet for me, hm?”

｡･:*˚:✧｡

say, thank you, chrissy!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡#eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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kennahjune · 3 months

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So I made a post a while ago:

basically talking about my favorite dynamic between Jonathan and Steve.

No I’m going to inform you all of my 2nd favorite; one-sided stonathan.

I’m not really looking at this in a romantic sense, but you can if you want. I do ship stonathan romantically sometimes but I mostly stick with platonic/brotherly stonathan.

So to sum it up:

Steve: this is my friend Jonathan! :)

Jonathan: this is Steve. I know him.

And they’re both completely oblivious to how the other views them.

Steve doesn’t realize that Jonathan wants almost nothing to do with him and in turn Jonathan doesn’t realize that Steve genuinely thinks so highly of him.

Everyone else around them sees it tho, and they all try to tell them but neither want to listen.

It isn’t until Nancy corners Steve and Robin corners Jonathan that yeah, they both get it.

And then it’s a sense of hurt/comfort with Steve realizing/thinking “damn, Jonathan really wanted nothing to do with me. He must really fucking hate me cause of how I pushed his boundaries”.

And then Jonathan on the verge of going fucking insane because “holy shit Steve’s actually like one of my best friends and I’ve just been treating him like shit he must really fucking hate me”.

And it’s usually El and Will and Dustin who have to hear about all this shit because their Jonathan and Steve’s respective younger siblings.

And Steve goes out of his way to avoid Jonathan because he doesn’t wanna burden him anymore than he already has but Jonathan keeps hunting him tf down and is heartbroken every time Steve leaves him in the dust.

And they keep this up until the kids (read: Will/El and Dustin) are sick and fucking tired of it and lock them in a room together until they fucking talk to each other.

But when they do become official friends (with both parties aware) their dynamic doesn’t really change much. Jonathan is still kinda “cold” and is Steve is still the one initiating most of their physical contact but Jonathan visibly leans into hugs and stuff more often than not and Steve is visibly happier.

Idk i just like stonathan :)

#stranger things #steve harrington #jonathan byers #stonathan #platonic stonathan #romantic stonathan #doesn’t matter to me #stonathan just rules #nancy and robin being the ones to talk sense into their opposite sides because I said so

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solarmorrigan · 1 year

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I’ve just read made with love (and yarn) and it’s absolutely fantastic but it also made me think: Eddie gifting Steve his very own hellfire shirt and Steve wearing it but everyone just assumes that Steve is wearing Eddie’s shirt and they’re all just very nonchalantly *shoulder shrug* “guess they’re together now”

So when Eddie and Steve actually get together nobody is surprised because “we knew for months already” and Steve and Eddie are very confused because “we’ve been together for two weeks?”

Hellohellohello I am sorry I sat on this for, like, a month, but Anon, you gave me An Idea. And then life intervened and it took me forever to write it, but! It's finally done and thank you very much because it was great fun to write (and I'm so glad you liked the other story, too, thank you for saying so <3)

The kids aren’t oblivious. They have eyes, after all

So when Steve turns up wearing a Hellfire shirt and reveals, after Mike demands to know where he got it, that Eddie gave it to him, the kids know exactly what’s going on

Obviously, Eddie and Steve are dating

Which- finally. It only makes sense, the way they’re always in each other’s space, always staring at each other, always laughing at some little joke between the two of them while annoying everyone else. So Eddie finally gave Steve a Boyfriend Shirt, and now they’re dating

And as much as some people (coughStevecough) might like to say that the kids have no manners, or sense of personal boundaries, or common decency, they do actually know how to behave like functional human beings. Like, sometimes. If they care enough. And they do care about Eddie and Steve, so they make some allowances

For instance, significant others get shotgun privileges; if Steve is driving, Eddie gets the passenger seat, and vice versa (no matter how much Dustin grumbles about it)

On movie nights, they leave the easy chair in Steve’s living room alone even though it’s the most comfortable place to sit, because it’s Steve’s favorite place to sit, because Eddie usually ends up smooshed in there with him, insisting that it’s such a big chair it can fit two people (it can’t, really, but that seems to be the point)

When they go out to eat, they make sure that there are two empty seats left side by side so Eddie and Steve can sit together (usually at the end of the table; they both seem to like placing themselves between the kids and the door, which is completely unnecessary, but sort of nice in a way they won’t admit to)

And just occasionally, on nights when gatherings run late and Eddie and Steve seem comfortable, wrapped up in each other and dozing off like a pair of old men and not two early twenty-somethings, the kids will call someone and arrange for another ride instead of catching a lift with Steve or Eddie like they’d originally planned

See? They can be considerate

Dustin pokes at Steve, who lifts his head drowsily from where he’s nodded off curled into the corner of Eddie’s couch, Eddie himself draped all over Steve and half snoring into the crook of his neck.

“Whazzat?” Steve mumbles, shaking his head to clear the sleep and blinking up at Dustin. “Time t’go?”

“Jonathan’s gonna give us a ride, since you two are useless and fell asleep,” Dustin says quietly, his smile conveying more amusement than anything. “I’m just letting you know we’re leaving so you don’t freak out when you wake up later.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but the “thanks” he shoots back is sincere, if grumbled, and Dustin goes to wait with everyone else out in the cool air of the early fall evening. Mike, Will, and Lucas are loitering around the trailer door, waiting for Jonathan to arrive; Max and El are waiting with them before convening to a sleepover at Max’s place across the way.

“Okay, but that is still weird, right?” Mike is asking the group at large, pointing towards the door as Dustin comes out. “Them being together? They don’t even have anything in common.”

Dustin glances back over his shoulder before taking a seat on the front steps. “Who, Eddie and Steve?”

“Yeah.”

“Nah, you’re just mad you lost ten bucks betting it would take them longer to start sucking face.” Dustin smirks.

“Ew.” Mike’s face twists briefly in disgust. “No, look, I’m just saying, they have totally different interests. Like, Eddie’s into D&D and metal and cool stuff, and Steve’s got whatever lame shit he’s into, so what do they even do together?”

“Well, Mike,” Max drawls, “when two people love each other very much - or at least when they each think the other is hot, they–”

“Oh my god, shut up!” Mike screeches, shoving at Max as she cackles at him.

Jonathan arrives not long after that, stemming any further conversation (or yelling) on the topic.

Back inside the trailer, Steve shakes Eddie gently from his nap.

“Hey,” he murmurs as Eddie is stirring. “It’s late. We should go to bed, I don’t wanna sleep on the couch all night.”

(The suggestion that he and his friend both go to bed--as in together--doesn’t even register as weird anymore. His definition of what constitutes casual intimacy is beyond fucked; he and Eddie have decided to stop caring.)

Eddie hums, turning his head to rest it against Steve’s shoulder and scanning the empty room with sleep-bleary eyes. “Gremlins gone already?”

“Jonathan got ‘em,” Steve replies. “Hey– have they been acting weird lately? The kids?”

“Oh, for sure,” Eddie says, stifling a yawn. “But I haven’t had to fight a fifteen-year-old for shotgun in, like, a month, so I haven’t been questioning it.”

Steve snickers. “Yeah. It’s... like, it’s actually been kind of nice, though. Really nice.”

Eddie lifts his head finally, shuffling back a little so he can look at Steve properly. “What has?”

“Getting to be close to you,” Steve says, meeting Eddie’s gaze head-on.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, a smile teasing across his face.

“Yeah,” Steve says. “And I’ve been thinking that... maybe we could do it more officially.”

Eddie snorts. “Official, huh? You wanna get some forms notarized before cuddling the fuck out of me? Maybe put on a suit and tie?”

“Let’s not go that far, you weirdo.” Steve rolls his eyes. “How about just a date?”

Steve tries not to hold his breath, tries not to be nervous; he’s talked himself into and out of this question so many times since Eddie had given him that club t-shirt, insisting that Steve was at least an honorary member.

“A date, huh?” The way Eddie’s smile has only grown is very promising. “Yeah, I– I think we could do that.”

Steve grins in return. “Good.”

(Barely two weeks later, they decide to announce to the party at large that they’re definitely Official now—paperwork not included—only to receive the most lackluster response they’ve ever seen come out of their loud, dramatic troupe of children.

“Uh, yeah, we know,” Dustin says, barely looking up from the notebook he’s scribbling character notes in. “You’ve been dating for months. Old news, guys.”

“Uh, no, we haven’t,” Steve parrots Dustin’s snarky tone right back at him. “Dude, the hell are you even talking about? Our first date was, like, a week ago.”

This gets everyone’s attention.

“It was what?” Dustin demands, voice gone pitchy.

“A week ago, Henderson, try to keep up,” Eddie says.

Any other forthcoming details, however, are drowned out as Mike stands, jabbing a triumphant finger at Dustin and declaring, “You owe me twenty dollars!”)

#steddie #steve & the party #eddie & the party #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #max mayfield #stranger things #solar wrote #eddiesteve

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inourtownofhawkins · 1 year

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𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼.

Summary: Eddie's been trying to pluck up the courage to talk to you for weeks and Dustin has a perfect plan after watching you ice skate.

Author's note: I just wanted to write something short and cute lol. I've wanted to write something ice skating related for the longest time so here we are lol

CW: Just a whole load of fluff, no use of Y/N, some dirty jokes towards the end but they're not too bad, a couple drug deal references

Word count: 1.1k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

“Dude, just ask her out already,” Dustin groaned, hitting his forehead on the rink barrier. “You drag me here every Saturday to freeze my ass off while watching a girl you’re too chicken to talk to, skate around like Tonya Harding for two hours and then hear you for the rest of the week talk about how pretty she is.”

Eddie shook his head, taking a long sip of his soda as his eyes were fixated on you. “She probably doesn’t even know I exist.”

“Trust me, dude, she knows you exist, it’s pretty hard not to.”

Eddie had been crushing on you for months but had never worked up the courage to even talk to you, anytime he tried, he’d just freeze up and word vomit about something before being dragged away by one of his friends. He found out through a drug deal that this was where you spent your Saturdays, skating around for the best part of an hour by yourself before being an assistant coach for the rest of the afternoon.

It was not stalking, no matter what anyone says. Eddie just enjoyed watching you skate and came every Saturday to do so, usually dragging Dustin along with him, under the promise of buying whatever he wanted from the burger joint next to the rink.

Dustin took a large bite of his burger that was almost the size of his face, sauce and juice dripping onto his plate and all over his fingers. “At least just talk to her, man, what’s the worst that could happen?” he asked through his mouthful, licking his fingers.

“She could hear me,” Eddie muttered as he stuffed some fries into his mouth.

He watched as you skate towards the barrier, your friend handing you your water bottle and you more or less devouring half of it. Is it possible to be jealous of a water bottle? He could’ve sworn you looked at him as you finished drinking, causing his heart to skip a beat and look away quickly.

You, of course, hadn’t looked at Eddie and went back to skating, being careful to not crash into any kids as you practiced a few spiral sequences before doing a spin. Dustin had become interested as you began to spin, an idea popping into his head.

“Eddie, today is the day you’re doing to talk to her.”

Taring his eyes away from you, he looked at Dustin utterly horrified. “What do you mean?”

Ten minutes later, Eddie was forced into a pair of hire skates and pushed out onto the ice, swearing endless profanities under his breath as he tried to keep his balance. “Henderson, I’m going to kill you.”

Dustin gave him a sarcastic smile from the barrier. “Trust me, you’re gonna thank me for doing this for you. Now go over to her before you chicken out as usual.”

Eddie rolled his eyes as he pushed himself off the barrier and tried to skate towards your completely oblivious form. His toe pick was constantly catching on the carvings left by other people, causing him to trip every time he took a step. He was so focused on his own feet trying to not trip over that he didn’t see you in front of him and collided into your back, causing both of you to fall over.

You let out a surprised yelp as you fell down, quickly putting your hands down to break your fall. You turned to see who’d collided into you, finding Eddie faceplanting on the ice. “Oh god, are you okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t see you!” you instantly began helping Eddie to his feet, guiding him to the barrier.

Eddie winced from the pain of hitting the ice so hard but tried his best to hide it in front of you. “That was all me, sweetheart. Ironically, I was trying to not trip over.”

You couldn’t help but smile while watching him be honestly, just so adorable. “Ice skating is a lot harder than people think it is, I’ve fallen over so many times so it’s okay to fall… it’s Eddie, right?”

Eddie froze, his eyes going wide for a moment as his mind was trying to process just how much he loved hearing his name come out of your lips. “Uh, yeah, we have History together.”

Nodding, you thought about all the times you seen him in class; you’d caught him staring at you a couple of times but you always brushed it off as him trying to see the board or to look at another classmate. You’d noticed him coming to the rink too, but you’d never quite put it together that he’d possibly came to see you. You’d always assumed it was to do a drug deal as it wasn’t exactly a secret that drug deals happened in the parking lot of the rink, but come to think of it, you’d never seen Eddie really leave the rink almost until you did.

Both of you couldn’t think of what to say next, enjoying each other’s presence but also desperate to say at least something. It was finally broken when Eddie spoke up again. “Listen, uh, you’re allowed to say no but I was wondering if you could teach me how to skate.”

You were slightly taken aback by his request, you raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t picture you as the skating type.”

“So, is that a no?” he looked almost disappointed, looking down at his fingers.

Shaking your head, you grabbed his hand and began leading him around the rink. “I’ll teach you to skate, if you give me your number,” you let go of his hand once you’d arrived in the centre of the rink.

Eddie looked like a deer in headlights, stuttering over his words as he tried to look in his pockets for his phone while also trying to retain his balance. “Yeah sure! Did you want it now or?”

You laughed holding his hands to stop himself from falling over. “Give it to me after, you’re gonna end up falling over again.” You laughed as you began to slowly skate backwards, guiding him around the rink again.

“Can we have a whole class of you just doing this? Falling over is too embarrassing.”

Shaking your head, you let go of his hands and began skating a large circle around him. “Hell no! You’re gonna be gliding by the time we’re finished.”

“Or,” Eddie smirked, grabbing your arm as you passed him. “We call it even and I buy you a burger.”

Raising your eyebrow, you licked your lips as you shook your head again. “No gliding, no phone number, no burger. Get your ass around the rink, Munson.”

He chuckled as he let go of your arm, awkwardly trying to move forward on the ice. “I think I like it when you’re bossy, ma’am.”

You skated ahead of him, rolling your eyes. “You’re a dead man, Eddie Munson.”

“And you’re an ice princess, sweetheart.”

#spilled ink #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #tbh if this tanks idk if i wanna keep writing

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flaringgoosebumps · 2 years

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Mike doesn't even really care that El lied to him, that's actually the one thing he understood. "You've seen it, I've been bullied my whole life"

I find that very interesting since Will was adamant about how her lying to him would upset him. But Mike was only upset that Will didn't tell him about it, that Will wasn't talking to him

So it makes me curious about how he's going to react when he inevitably realizes Will lied to him about the painting and what he believes to be El's feelings? Or if he's already known? If he clocked that lie just as easily as Johnathan did. What if the face he makes when Will claims it's commissioned by El is our hint that he knows that he's lying and understands what's going on (in some sense) but doesn't want to expose Will or confront that yet.

So he lets the comfort of Will's confession wash over him until there is a better time to talk about it. Where they can be completely alone, as they usually are with their most intimate talks.

And this moment here, where Will pushes him into declaring his affections El, what if he's only repeating what he thinks she wants to hear because he is genuinely afraid of losing her in this moment. And he just talked out of his ass instead of leading with his actual heart. He's already been clued in that he's never going to lose Will, and already made a solid note in his head that he won't let that happen. The body language speaks for itself.

Maybe he hasn't yet understood the true meaning behind will saying "sometimes when you're different, you feel like a mistake but you don't make me feel like a mistake at all. You make me feel like I'm better for being different." Maybe he's completely oblivious to the romantic implications of that part but not from disinterest. Maybe he's afraid that he wants it to mean more than it does.

He seems just as interested in Will. He even admits that his relationship with Will is different than with everyone else. "Max, Lucas, Dustin they're great but it's Hawkins, its not the same without you. I feel like I lost you or something" could also easily be platonic but not given how he behaved the night before. Not with the knowledge that he was lead by El to believe Will had a girl friend and was neglecting him purposely because of it. And how he handled that by trying to emotionally distance himself from Will by not giving him a proper hug at the airport.

He began by trying to rip the bandaid off himself, seeing how he could passively aggressively ignore Will, which all of Will's discomfort cannonically "sabotaged the whole day" and Mike clearly has already been questioning what their relationship means and why it's different.

My theory is, almost everything these fellas have been up to for a majority of this season were vieled confessions.

Hidden behind "cool." Hidden behind "why didn't you tell me" Hidden behind "we're friends" and so on.

I could be wrong but I think Mike, this whole time is actually facing the truths Will has confronted within himself but it's more hidden.

#byler #byler theory #byler endgame #mike wheeler i know what you are #maybe mike wheeler knows what he are too lol #mutual byler

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oursonwithagirl · 2 years

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💙💛 byler headcanons 💛💙

- will’s love language is quality time and he loves to hang out; just playing dnd, catching a new movie, drawing and painting his loved ones

- mike’s love language is physical touch. hugs are so important to him, but he doesn’t like to admit it openly. cuddling with will makes him the happiest

- when they were younger, they would trade clothes and constantly be wearing each other’s shirts, sweaters, and shoes

- listening to music and watching movies really gets will and mike emotional. they both really try to protect their heart and so the moments when tears are shed and it’s just the two of them are special

- will loves to hold mike’s hand. it’s just the right amount of space and security for him

- mike and will love to bicker a lot and most of the time it’s started by will. he’ll typically make fun of something mike’s doing and it’ll go from there. the fights are usually lighthearted and they try not to get too heated because of what their parents were like and they did too much intense fighting before their relationship

- mike is the one to forgive first and apologize. he’s such a softie with will it’s hilarious. he’ll straight up call his sister a piece of shit for breathing wrong but if will starts feeling sad one day, he’s booking it over to his house and asking what he can do to help

- everyone in the party knew mike and will were the original friends of the group and that they had a special bond. when they figure out it’s more, they’re like “ohhhhh, yeah makes sense” and are so supportive

- they enjoy staring lovingly at each other. they just both are completely enamored with each other and can’t hide it

- hopper becomes overly annoyed at mike being will’s boyfriend. he tries his best to be intimidating and scary even though it doesn’t really work anymore. him and mike share a hug after about a week of the silent treatment being given

- will and mike always whisper around each other and it pisses dustin off because he wants to hear what they’re saying. it’s never meaningful enough to share so they both just laugh

- el loves both mike and will like family. she’s able to view romantic relationships a new way through them and appreciates the wonderful example of true love in her life

- when they’re old enough to drive, will is always the driver. overall just more cautious, less oblivious, and loves to take mike anywhere

- they both have a special love for sunsets and will always find new places to go to view them

- will hops on the 80s trend of crop tops and some athleisure while mike is more grunge with his style: loves the color black and gets a leather jacket

- mike gets scared so easily. he always flinches when there’s a loud noise, even during the fourth of july. will can’t help but laugh and roll his eyes

- mike learns the guitar and plays a few chords trying to make something of a song. he really encourages will to sing and helps him with lyrics. will secretly sings beautifully but only really does it with mike

#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #mike wheeler i know what you are #stranger things #byler headcanon

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scarletttries · 1 year

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You Are In Love (Eddie Munson x Reader series)

Part Ten: Dancing in a Snowglobe, Round and Round.

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Tags: Hunter's back and being shitty, but otherwise all fluff :)

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: This is the tenth part of an Eddie Munson series inspired by Taylor Swift's "You Are In Love". Links for other parts on my Eddie Munson Masterlist :) As always please feel free to send me thoughts and headcanons for Eddie Munson <3

And so it goes, You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round.

As he passed through the hall littered with decorative posters, late enough to have missed home room but right on time to blend into the sea of students getting ready for their first classes, Eddie thought two things:

One: He couldn't help but think that the theme of 'Winter Wonderland.' for this year's prom was more a reflection of budget constraints and leftover decorations from the Middle School Snowball dance than an inspired choice.

And Two: Way too many people were smiling at him today. Eddie was used to a certain amount of stares and attention as he roamed the halls of Hawkins High, but usually they came with a certain cruel tinge of disdain that was noticeably missing this morning. In fact, by the time he was sat in his first class someone had gone as far as to give him a high five, Eddie completely oblivious as to why, worried some cursed gate had opened somewhere, and this was just another upside down version of this town. His morning seemed to pass in a flurry of smiles and nods, leaving the metalhead thoroughly baffled as he sat at his lunch table, excitable freshmen adding the undetermined celebration.

"Congrats man, you must be pretty excited!" Dustin cheered as he settled at Eddie's side, Mike nodding along with his joyful friend, if not a little less enthusiastic.

"What are you talking about Henderson? And why is everyone smiling at me like they suddenly have manners?" Eddie scowled, irritated in his confusion until Dustin pieced it together,

"Did you miss morning announcements again?" Dustin asked, unimpressed with Eddie's efforts at punctuality this year,

"Literally always, spit it out."

"They announced the prom queen nominees this morning, and (y/n) was one of them."

"Everyone's smiling at you because let's be honest, no one thought you'd be going to prom with possible royalty." Mike summarised somewhat sarcastically, Eddie already out of his seat and halfway across the cafeteria by the time he finished the remark. You were mid-sentence when you saw a black blur come flying towards you, the full weight of your boyfriend crashing down as he launched himself into your lap, a frenzied cry of 'Congratulations!" drawing the attention of half the room. The other half quickly followed at the chair beneath you toppled at the added weight, landing you both on the floor in a tangled mess of limbs and laughter.

"Sorry sweetheart, are you okay?" Eddie asked, slightly embarrassed by the scene he'd managed to cause until he caught the beaming smile spreading across your cheeks,

"I am now." You replied, lips finding his for a chaste kiss as a teacher across the room began to call out, "One student per chair please!" You both found your feet again, Eddie squeezing your hand before turning to the girls sitting at your table, watching this scene unfold, no longer surprised by your level of antics,

"I assume congratulations are due to you as well Chrissy?" He quizzed as he picked your chair up off the floor, checking its structural integrity before pulling it out for you to sit back down on,

"Thanks Eddie, but i'm not sure you should risk any more chairs congratulating me!" She laughed quickly, getting the words out before Eddie could be tempted by another hug-based tackle.

"As you wish. Apologies for the interruption!" He said with an old-fashioned flair, bowing chivalrously before leaving your table to return to its discussion of all things dates and dresses.

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Eddie hadn't bothered attending either of his two previous senior proms, unsure why anyone would subject themselves to being surrounded by classmates for a whole evening, outside of school requirements. But as he stepped into the hall, decorated with glistening streamers and sparkling balloons, there was nowhere he'd rather be. And with you on his arm, no-one he'd rather be with.

You found it almost surreal as you watched Eddie disappear off to get you a drink, leaving you to take in the surprisingly pretty room you were in for the night, the flurry of sparkling snow-like decorations hiding a multitude of sins. You'd thought about prom a lot through your four years at Hawkins; the dancing, the music, the date (feeling very pleasantly surprised in who that had ended up being.) The importance of this one night felt like it had been drilled into you since years before you were old enough to go, but as you watched the twinkling lights and swaying forms dancing around the room, you felt an odd feeling wash over you. It wasn't excitement, or nerves, or anything you were expecting to feel. Instead you felt content. Like in fact tonight was just a night. A fun night, sure. A night where you'd dance with your friends, and kiss a cute boy, and feel excited about the great outfit you'd picked out. But it wasn't The Night. Maybe it was your nearing graduation, and the chance to finally get out of this small town, but clarity seemed to strike you in that moment, that you were going to have hundreds of special nights, and that this was just going to be one of them. So as Eddie returned, drinking in hand, nervous for this perfect night with you, you actually felt resoundingly calm, knowing you had a lifetime of imperfect nights together still to come.

"Good evening Hawkins, if you have not already voted for prom royalty please do so now, as we will be revealing your king and queen shortly."

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Eddie felt his heart plummet to the icy depths of the mariana trench as the results were announced: Chrissy and Jason won. As he watched you happily celebrate your friend getting something that felt really important to her, he couldn't help but feel awful. Like maybe if you hadn't broken up with Hunter and started dating the Freak, you'd be the one holding a cheap plastic tiara. Like once again his presence in your senior year was tarnishing it, a side effect of your relationship that he was sure would test your patience eventually. But as you stepped down off the stage, back towards your solemn looking date, his wavy hair and rough-around-the-edges suit making him immediately obvious in the center of the dancefloor, you couldn't help still feeling like a winner.

Smiling brighter than if you'd won a contest, you scooped Eddie's hand up in yours, pulling him closer until your arms could drape over his shoulders, swaying against him in time to lulling music.

"Have I already told you just how handsome you look tonight Eddie?" You flirted eagerly, the blushing response from Eddie enough to make you giggle every time,

"Only a dozen or so times, but I've always said flattery works on me, so keep it up my beautiful queen." He charmed back, leaning his nose to meet yours in the slow melody of your moves, faltering on the final word before adding,

"I'm sorry about that by the way." You shook your head happily, brushing off his commiserations,

"No need to be sorry love, I'm happy for Chrissy." you paused and added, "unless you didn't vote for me, in which case you should be a little sorry." You pouted with the accusation, Eddie quickly rebuffing,

"Of course I voted for you sweetheart." Sealing his words with a kiss before sighing, "I just meant, if you weren't dating me, maybe you'd have won." You watched his warm brown eyes trail down to his scuffed boots, a perfect Eddie addition to his unusually formal outfit, and thought about your response for a moment.

"Maybe." You agreed, much to Eddie's surprise, expecting you to dismiss his thought, feeling all the worse for the confirmation. " But prom queen's a title I'd only get to keep for the next two weeks of school. And if I play my cards right, I get to keep you forever. So really there's no competition." You teased, watching the soft lines form on Eddie's face as he frown released naturally into a smile at the thought, his future endlessly brighter with you in it. You reached up, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, leaning back only to find Eddie's hold on your waist tightening. Hugging you against his chest until your feet barely skimmed the ground, Eddie squeezing flush against his, spinning himself in the spot and only putting you down once he was satisfied your excited squeals were audible over the gentle music.

Finally setting you back on your feet, Eddie brought a hand softly to your cheek, looking deeply in your eyes with an ecstatic grin on his face,

"You know you could play your cards wrong and still keep me right?" You laughed as you nodded, his grip on your tightening again as he spoke, threatening to repeat his dance moves if you tried to squirm away. "In fact, you could bring my DnD cards to a poker table and still be stuck with me. There's no cards you can play to escape this." And he set again, twirling you in the air, round and round, relishing in the happy laughter that poured out of you as he did.

And with his optimistic words, you could feel all the excitement and nerves for the future you expected tonight to bring, but it wasn't about the dance. It was about Eddie, and the life the two of you would soon be setting out on away from all of this. What felt like closure to your time at Hawkins High, felt like a world just starting to open up for the rest of your life. With him.

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It never ceased to amaze Eddie just how perfect a night with you could feel. Even in a room of recycled decorations, and music he'd never allow on his stereo, he could feel his cheeks aching from a night of endlessly smiling with you. He'd practically had to force himself off the dance floor to trudge to the men's room, cursing nature for calling him away from you for even one song. As he washed his hands he couldn't help laughing at his own reflection in the grimy mirror; he'd tried his best to tame his wild hair for the night but after all the shapes he'd thrown, it was just as big as ever, his cheeks flushed with excitement, eternal smile plastered over his face as he heard the door crack open behind him.

"Speak of the devil." Hunter said sarcastically upon seeing Eddie, the usual band of lackeys following closely behind him, "or should I say devil worshipper." It was almost impressive, the careful way he measured his tone to sound both cuttingly cruel and entirely uninterested in the now worried boy before him. Even though your relationship had gone from strength to strength after his last interaction with Hunter, Eddie couldn't help but feel the sting of fear at the turmoil and hurt his next unpleasant statement might bring.

Holding his hands up in defense Eddie spoke confidently, "I was just leaving, no need to get your spear out Hunter." He couldn't help but feel a little victorious at the small laugh he drew from one of the jocks to the left of Hunter, who looked thoroughly displeased that Eddie wasn't speechless in his presence this time.

"I would never, I just wanted to say I hope you have a good rest of the night." Confusion spread across the faces beside him until he continued, "You know. Going home alone. Because I can assure you, getting in (y/n)'s bedroom is going to take you even longer than graduating." The crowd around him erupted in the kind of big laugh Eddie was used to, but it barely registered to him as he looked at the vicious look in the jock's eyes and realised in the months you'd spent dating Hunter you must have never had him up to your room.

Eddie's mind was suddenly awash with the early days of doing homework in the middle of your bedroom floor leading to make-out sessions that left rug-burn on both his knees. The nights spent curled up at your side, fingers tracing along your warm flesh as you nuzzled into his chest, his owh shirt draping from your shoulder as you drifted off together. Every precious moment he'd spent with his body draped over yours, fevered desire guiding your hands across him as you'd waste entire afternoons exploring every tattooed inch of him.

Hunter was projecting. And as Eddie watched the poison smirk spreading across his face, he wanted to laugh. And brag. And boast. He felt like finally had something he could hold over the head of this arrogant prick of a man, who had picked ruthlessly on him for being different, and yelled at you over your kindness all those months ago. But watching Hunter's confident facade start to waver in his calm silence, he instead said,

"You have a good night too Hunter." A sincerity in his voice that left the gang in baffled quiet as he swanned out the door, realising how little any of their opinions meant to him now. Now that he had a way out of town, a better sense of himself, and you.

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unisexobject · 2 years

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Chapter V. Heart of Glass

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The fallout from your first fight with Eddie hits hard, subsequently causing you to reveal secrets you so desperately wish to keep hidden.

Warnings: drunk asf reader, light fluff, some physical violence (dw Jason cops it), past trauma...

A/N: strap in for this one y'all, have some tea and some biscuits.

That morning at school was terribly uncomfortable, let alone the rest of the week. You and Eddie exchanged fake niceties over lunch, opting to not even talk at all, spooking Mike and Dustin as they looked between the two of you in utter confusion. Usually, you and Eddie couldn't ever shut up, sitting next to each other and gently nudging or touching whenever someone said something that made the two of you laugh hysterically or gasp with horror. The silence was defeaning and incredibly uneasy. But Friday was when the rest of the group had decided to point it out.

"So..." Dustin started, scratching the side of his face.

"I forgot to ask, how was your show on Tuesday Eddie?"

You peered up from your sandwich, looking briefly at Dustin before settling your gaze on Eddie. Even though you knew most of how his night went, spent in peaceful bliss with Chrissy, you couldn't help but pay attention. You secretly hoped maybe that she didn't show, even though that would completely crush him.

"Fine." He muttered, throwing a pretzel back onto his tray aggressively.

You swallowed hard, looking away with haste when his hazel gaze met yours.

Maybe she didn't show? Or maybe he was just angry at you for storming off like a child having a tantrum after being denied an overly expensive toy.

"Okay." Dustin remarked, terribly aware of the awkward tension that hung thick in the air.

"Well, what did you think of it?" Mike asked innocently.

You flicked your eyes toward his with a warning glare.

"I didn't go."

A silent oh formed on Mike's lips at your curt response.

The table fell silent, most of the boys exchanging uncertain glances filled with concern.

Ever since your fight with Eddie, you had an unrelenting headache. You never usually got headaches, maybe when you were sick or stressed out, but recently it felt like your head was always hurting. And today was no exception, especially considering the circumstances.

"You guys going to Harrington's tonight?" Gareth asked to the table, seemingly oblivious to all the tension. Bless him.

Almost everyone except you and Eddie erupted into excitement.

"I can't wait!" Dustin exclaimed, grabbing Mike by the arm and shaking.

Their pure elation acted as a perfect distraction from the weird vibes you and Eddie had.

"Eddie, are you going?" Mike asked. Mike always tried to mirror Eddie or gain his approval through doing the same things. It was sort of cute. Like a big brother, little brother bond.

Once again you found yourself looking over at Eddie.

You and Eddie had plans to go together and meet up with Robin and Nancy. But after Tuesday, you weren't so sure if either of you were going to make it there at all.

Eddie looked at you briefly with a dark, scornful expression.

"Maybe. It depends."

You watched as he clenched his jaw before you turned to focus back on your lunch.

"What about you?" Asked Jeff.

You placed your sandwich down, turning over to your left where he sat. You hadn't sat next to Eddie since Tuesday and it felt weird to turn toward Jeff and not see a curly head of hair.

"Can't say." You replied.

Jeff huffed humorously.

"As if you'd miss Steve's party. Everyone knows he has a thing for you."

You whipped your head to face him.

Apparently not everyone knew, considering this was the first you were hearing of it.

Seems as if it was also the first time Eddie was hearing it too based on the questioning expression he wore.

"What are you talking about?" You asked incredulously.

Seriously, where on earth did Jeff get this information from? Robin had told you about Steve's past, being a total whore and all, but as far as you were concerned he was different now. He was dating Ashley or Tammy...wait no, was it Heidi?

"Don't act like you don't know Y/N." Gareth piped up.

All of a sudden both you and Eddie's interests were piqued, sharing a quick and furtive glance. Despite your recent shortcomings with one another, you couldn't help but exchange knowing looks.

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Like you're even hanging around Family Video for any other reason but to see his stupid face."

The table was amused with your wide-eyed perplexity.

"I hang around Family Video because of Robin. Steve just happens to also work there."

Sure you had spoken to Steve quite a few times and felt like you knew him considering how he was always a fan favourite topic amongst you and Robin, but Steve didn't seem like the kind of guy who would ever want to date you.

I mean he had the perfect Nancy Wheeler who was a bit of a priss and before that, a plethora of stereotypically pretty cheerleaders. You on the other hand were far more darker and demure, a cesspit of thrumming obscurity. You were a little hidden and aloof, a complete contradiction to Harrington himself, let alone the women he attracted.

Gareth and Jeff exchanged glances before snickering.

"Ooh, sounds like Y/N has got a crush." Gareth remarked.

Eddie pushed himself up and away from the table, rushing away with urgency.

You jumped at his sudden and violent movements, eyes trailing his form as it rapidly moved out of view and disappeared between the cafeteria doors.

"Seriously, what the hell is going on between you two?" Dustin asked nonplussed, shaking his head and turning back to the table.

"Nothing."

You were in math class with Robin when she decided to poke and prod you for answers about your week long mood.

"So what's up with you?" She asked with her usual judgemental sneer.

"Nothing." You replied nonchalantly, toying with a pen that rested between your pointer and thumb.

"So, it has nothing to do with Eddie storming off in the cafeteria and disappearing for the day?"

You scoffed at her knowing tone.

"He was probably going to see Chrissy or something." You muttered snarkily, sounding a little more jealous than you had intended.

Robin observed you and took in your words carefully. She hummed to herself for a moment before letting it go altogether, leaning back in her seat with an air of nonchalance.

"You coming tonight?"

You groaned at the thought, resting your head in your hands out of defeat.

"I don't know Robin." You muttered. "Not a fan of parties."

Robin laughed as she leaned forward, resting her chin atop her palm.

You didn't really want to go tonight. You quite simply just weren't in the mood. After your spat with Eddie and teasing from the boys at lunch, you wanted to just go home and crawl into bed and happily forget about the entire week.

"Oh come on, Steve's parties are really fun! I like watching the dingus get drunk and pine over Nancy. Maybe you and Eddie can have it out?"

You raised your head and turned to meet her. Well, the mention of Nancy had put you at ease. You were now certain Steve the hair Harrington wasn't crushing on you. If only Jeff and Gareth were here now.

"You think Eddie is going?" You asked, voice sounding small and insecure.

Robin placed a hand on your shoulder as she regarded you.

"Yeah. He's selling. Of course he'll be there."

You gently sighed and looked down at your notebook, still not making any sense of the equations Mr. Martin forced everyone to write.

"What would I even wear?"

It was 6pm and Robin had convinced you to wear her clothes after rifling through your own closet and coming up with zilch. An all black outfit that included a short skirt, inky stockings and chunky boots was how she had dressed you, utilising clothes from her goth phase. She even gave you her oversized denim jacket with the single eye on the back to keep you warm.

Robin was actually quite stylish but in a surreptitious way. She wasn't outwardly open about her interest in makeup and fashion, but she somehow tousled your hair like a pro.

If you were being honest, you looked good and if you weren't feeling confounded and guilty, you might have acted like it.

Throwing on a few silver rings and fixing any unpinned strands as you studied your reflection, Robin had decided you were good to go.

Fuck, it was loud and packed. You hadn't seen Steve's house before and you definitely couldn't make out what it looked like now. Not with the loud music, bustling teens and random trash scattered over counter tops and floors. Robin had abandoned you almost straight away, making a beeline for Steve donned in sunglasses and a redhead you hadn't seen before. But you weren't even mad, how could you be? You were in a crap mood, sucking up the oxygen like some sort of vibe arsenic.

You decided to look around, hoping to see Eddie cloistered in some dark and dingy corner selling joints like the little criminal he is.

Being alone in such a loud and crowded environment made you miss Eddie by your side. Made you miss his radiating warmth and the smell of cigarette and cedar.

Not talking to him all day and most of the week made you feel so terribly isolated. You laughed at the thought, considering how you once believed that you didn't mind being alone. But that was before Eddie.

Your headache returned with a vengeance, unsure as to whether the throbbing was from the pain or the excessively loud music. Looking over to the kitchen counter you spotted a bowl of punch, or probably some terrible concoction of straight alcohol in sugary syrup. Yet, it enticed you. Robin laughing with the bashful redhead and Eddie no where to be seen, you filled up a cup and went to town.

The violent burn that constricted the insides of your throat made you grimace. It didn't stop you from getting another and another and before you knew it you were unequivocally wasted.

You were enjoying your little corner in the kitchen, snacking on some pretzels before you felt a shift in the atmosphere around you.

"Hey look, it's the freak's slut." Called a masculine voice.

You turned your head toward the God awful sound of Jason Carver speaking.

"Surely he isn't far behind, now is he?" Jason added.

Suddenly, you were encircled by a group of chuckling jocks all glaring at you with intention. They reeked of alcohol and wore expressions that made you uneasy. Why were they wearing those ugly jackets outside of school?

Jason's posse smirked as he stalked closer toward you. You huffed in the wake of your broken reverie, annoyed at the repulsive sight before you.

"I don't know where Eddie is, why don't you ask Chrissy? Or is this pathetic little display of peacocking to make up for the fact that you have a small dick?"

All of a sudden a cacophony of loud cheers accompanied the ringing music as your little kerfuffle with Jason garnered some attention.

As all of the jocks turned to Jason patiently awaiting his response, he clenched his fists by his side before leaning toward your face, his expression contorted in anger.

"You shut the hell up whore." He seethed.

You didn't know if the liquor emboldened you or if you just simply hated Jason for the way he had treated Eddie and your friends over the years, but the idea of simply walking away had been left in the dust.

"You didn't like that did you? Tell me Jason, how does it feel to have your grass cut by the town freak?"

You were calculated and drunk off of Jason's humiliation more than the punch itself. Talk about liquid courage.

You leaned back on the lemon coloured counter, tilting your head to side as you sized him up.

"This is embarrassing, even for you. Maybe if you didn't have such a hard on for being a bully, you might be able to keep her."

Jason's eyes nearly burst out of his skull at your comment.

He somehow stepped impossibly closer, his hot breath fanning over your face. He lurched forward and gripped your wrist tightly. His hold left half moons in the plush of your skin.

"I'm sure you know how it feels. He rejected you. Who knew, even the freak has standards." He replied snarkliy, words dripping with venom.

Maybe if you weren't so intoxicated, you might have remained a little more dignified.

You huffed, pushing him back as tears threatened to spill. After he stumbled on his feet and collapsed into his group of friends, he shot back up fast and began to make his way toward you once more with renewed fervour.

You turned around to the counter and picked up the punch bowl with all of your might. Before you knew it, the glass bowl was empty and Jason was soaked in carmine liquid.

The music halted and everyone around you held their breath. The scene unfolding was ghastly. The relatively new freak giving it back to the jock.

Suddenly, a shaggy haired figure obscured your view. Eddie had placed himself in between you and an inflamed Jason.

"Look! Here he is to defend his slut." Jason chuckled straightening himself a little, acting as if he didn't look like a drenched gutter rat.

Now it was Eddie who was irate.

"Don't call her that." Eddie spat through clenched teeth.

They stood toe to toe, both parties brimming with an air of violence.

"What are you going to do about it, freak?"

You watched the scene unfold in front of you with sheer horror. Eddie was a sweetheart, but you wouldn't put it past him to beat the absolute shit out of Jason. Especially after your altercation with him still fresh in the air. So you decided to take action and back him up.

"We're gonna kick your ass."

Eddie's eyes widened in shock and fear as he turned toward you comically.

"We are?" He whispered to you.

As Eddie tried to come to terms with kicking ass as you so called it, Steve had magically appeared, standing to the side of Jason.

"Jason, get out. Now."

Robin stood beside Steve, wearing a wide eyed expression. She couldn't believe the scene in front of her.

Jason wiped his face with his jacket sleeve as he took one step toward your direction.

"This isn't over." He threatened, before turning around and leaving. Jason's posse trailed behind him, casting warning glares in your direction.

As they made their exit, everything had become too much for you as you abandoned the situation to rush outside. You pushed past the crowd that was already beginning to disperse, faintly hearing the sounds of Eddie trailing behind you as Steve turned the music back up. The party had returned in full swing, blurring the vague distinction of a previous contention.

Outside, you hunched over in a random lawn chair, staring directly into Harrington's swimming pool as if it held the answers like a crystal ball. You caught your disheveled reflection in the aquamarine, thoughts swirling as you wondered how you had got here.

As you mulled over your run in with Jason, your fight with Eddie and your past, you felt a presence at your side. Except this time you welcomed it.

Eddie had appeared, taking a seat in the empty lawn chair next to yours. You looked at him with your eyes rimmed red as you willed yourself not to cry.

It was like he could feel your pain, his face in all of its broad contours furrowed in concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked, reaching for your wrist that Jason had hurt.

You nodded your head slowly as he traced a calloused thumb over the marks. He clenched his jaw the more he continued to inspect your injured wrist. It was almost as if he were trying to calm himself down with your touch.

"What's the prognosis, doc?" You asked with a faint smile across your lips when he made no move to break the silence.

He looked up to catch your gaze. But he didn't want to joke, clearly tortured by everything that had happened throughout the week and night. Eddie let go of your wrist, opting to run his hands through his tangled locks. The sight threatened your resolve.

"Eddie." You muttered brokenly.

He turned to face you once more.

"What did I do?" He whispered, just as broken, leaning into your presence.

You allowed a single tear to spill. He wanted nothing more than to kiss it away.

Since you started getting to know Eddie, you had noticed how he was a little insecure. Of course he jumped on tables and acted like an apeman, but you caught glimpses of vulnerability. You could see in his eyes how he actually did care about what people thought and that his abbrasiveness was more of a reflexive and defensive measure.

"You didn't do anything." You replied.

Your defeated tone and wavering voice nearly killed him. The unsteady sight of you alone almost made him want to waltz up to Jason at school on Monday and punch him square in the jaw. That's if you didn't beat him to it first.

"Why'd you push me away?" He asked earnestly, nudging his knee against yours.

You exhaled deeply and looked toward the dark starry sky. I can't, you thought.

"Don't know." You whispered.

Eddie didn't seem completely satisfied with your answer, but after the events of the tenebrous night he didn't seem willing to push any further.

"I didn't see you come in." You started, hoping to shift gears.

He chuckled lightly, leaning back in his rickety lawn chair.

"I was upstairs, then I heard...I don't know what I heard. But, I came down and saw you." Eddie replied, studying your face.

"Didn't think I'd ever see you try and knock Jason Carver out." He added, clearly amused.

You both started to laugh, glad that some of the awkwardness had dissipated into the night. Hearing Eddie's laughter was relieving, almost as if the hearty melody were medicine.

It was only a few moments later you decided to take a leap into the abyss that was your fight with Eddie.

"Did Chrissy show?" You asked shyly.

He took a deep and tremulous breath.

"Yeah...but she wasn't there for the music. Or for me." He replied a little dejected.

"Eds..."

He chuckled, feeling pitiful for himself.

"Turns out she was just looking for something to take the edge off. Being little miss perfect isn't easy believe it or not."

You stayed silent, uncertain as to what you could say. Part of you felt slightly relieved, whilst the other part felt sad for Eddie.

"I'm really sorry." You started.

"I didn't mean to act like a bat shit crazy person. I just thought..."

Eddie tilted his head in confusion.

"Thought what?"

You looked to your lap, chastened by his inquisiton.

"That you had grown, I don't know, tired of me?"

Your eyes flicked up to meet Eddie's, hoping to gauge his reaction to your own insecurities.

He had laughed, but not in a condescending way.

"I don't think I could ever grow tired of you. Not even when you don't talk to me for days or threaten to beat up the basketball team on my behalf." He mused, flashing that pearly grin and wide eyed smile of his.

You sighed in relief as an immeasurable weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"And thank you. For defending my honour." You continued, matching his smile.

He started twisting his chocolately locks around his finger in a coquettish manner.

"Someone has got to defend your virtue."

You both laughed some more, except this time a horrendous wave of nausea ensued. You clutched your stomach and cupped your mouth in a feeble attempt to prevent vomiting.

"Okay, I'm taking your drunk ass home." Eddie remarked grabbing your waist and holding you to his side as he assisted you out of your lawn chair.

His touch made you giddy and you chuckled under his hold. Even though you almost hurled into Harrington's pool, the alcohol had taken hold of your head now.

You began to sway and laugh absent mindedly as the rest of the world around you went a little hazy.

Your new carefree attitude emerged thanks to cups and cups of mysterious punch.

"You're fucken crazy." Eddie muttered, slightly enamoured by your rapidly deteriorating state.

Eddie continued to guide you through the garden gate that lead to the front lawn.

When the two of you approached the end of the path, you halted in your tracks. Eddie bumped directly into your back, sending a rather large wave of nausea that had practically already arrived at its destination.

"Eddie." You whispered.

He craned his head around your right side to catch your gaze. Your face was pale and white as the moon, while your eyes were bloodshot with blown out pupils. You were going to be sick.

Faster than Eddie could register, you doubled over and vomited all over the emerald grass.

He quickly grabbed your hair in a loose ponytail, urging you to crouch with him. Lucky you were cloistered by bushes due to the route you were taking to Eddie's van, thankful no one could see you throw up your entire breakfast, lunch and dinner.

"It's okay, sweetheart." Eddie mused, holding you close to him on the outskirts of the path as he stroked away any unruly strands that didn't make it into his makeshift ponytail. You started to sob profusely inbetween your vomiting.

You absolutely hated this. First, you had lost your mind over Eddie using you to impress Chrissy. You had gotten so frustrated by your convoluted feelings you hurt Eddie. Then, you tried to fight Jason and his posse. And now, well, now you were vomiting on Harrington's lawn crying at how embarrassing this whole ordeal had been. To top it off, you had Eddie holding you to his chest watching your drunk ass vomit.

"When you first met me Eddie..." You started, wiping away tears that were uncontrollably falling down your face.

"You said I was lonely. And you were right."

Your voice faltered as you reached up to rub at your eyes. Any modicum of control or logic that you might have possessed earlier had completely dissolved.

Eddie held you a little tighter.

"It's not what I had meant to say, Y/N." He replied, still caressing your face gently as guilt bloomed in his chest.

"It's because it hurts to care. I know I care, more than you do. I care too much and I can't do it." You sobbed, clutching at his leather jacket like it were a lifeboat in an endless sea.

Eddie was struggling to make sense of what you were saying. It was quite literally pouring out of you. Your vulnerability overwhelmed him.

"I can't forgive myself. Not after...after Matt." You huffed, like you had just ran a marathon and exerted all of your energy. You barely registered in your drunken stupor that you had grazed the surface of a secret. A secret you desperately wished to keep from Eddie.

It was like alarm bells had gone off. What the fuck? Eddie thought, confused about your drunk ramblings. He knew you were holding back about why you were really upset near the pool, but he wasn't expecting...this.

Your admission caused Eddie to still. Who was Matt? A twinge of jealousy rolled off his tongue as he tried to repeat the name after you, after the name came so freely from your lips.

Eddie knew that you had...issues to say the least and that you were harbouring something dark. He could feel it bubbling beneath the surface whenever you zoned out like you always did. He swore he caught a glimpse of something painful in your eyes the first day you met in the woods, it was why he thought you were lonely. Why you were so defensive and pushed people away like you did earlier in the week. Why you needed to be listening to music or reading or talking incessantly about books or films. He knew you were hiding, he just didnt know what.

You on the other hand hadn't even realised what you said, still quietly sobbing and gasping for air. In your fractured haze of a state, you were suspended in complete and utter confusion.

One minute you were in control, holding back both tears and your past. Now all of a sudden the flood gates were open and Eddie had the privilege of bearing witness to it all.

Eddie held you tightly, even though his gentle strokes along your hairline ceased. He couldn't help it, his mind was reeling. After a long while of just holding you while you cried and drifted in and out of consciousness, he eventually came back to his senses.

"Come on." He whispered into the shell of your ear, as he dragged you up with him.

Before you knew it, he had lifted you into his arms as he carried you all the way to the end of the street where his van was parked.

With your soft palms draped around his neck like a dainty chain, he swore he was going to figure out who Matt was and what he had done to make you so inconsolable.

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princesssarisa · 3 months

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Autism headcanon: Runt (Animaniacs)

Maybe this is cheating. Maybe this is less of a headcanon than it is canon in all but name, because Runt's voice and verbal tics are based on an explicitly autistic movie character: Dustin Hoffman's character Raymond Babbitt from Rain Man. This is probably why he and Rita were left out of the 2020 Animaniacs reboot, since it's not very PC to have a goofy cartoon dog caricature an autistic movie character's speech patterns.

Still, I've always liked Runt and I still do. Until I saw someone else point it out, it never occurred to me that his autistic-seeming mannerisms could be offensive. As a person on the spectrum myself, I've always found him relatable.

Here are the reasons why:

*He compulsively repeats sentences and words – especially his favorite word, "definitely."

*He often talks out loud to himself.

*His physical actions can be compulsive too. For example, when someone throws a ball, he has to chase it. Or when he sees a dangling tablecloth, he has to charge at it and tug it with his teeth. And almost every time he hears the word "cat," he goes into a wild, snarling rage, threatening to tear it to pieces... yet never once realizing that his best friend Rita is a cat.

*While he doesn't usually show the savant skills of his Rain Man counterpart, he does show a hint of them now and then. For example, when he points out that a rock pile contains 147 rocks, or when he instantly identifies a dish of fish as Mahi-Mahi.

*He's very literal-minded and doesn't understand sarcasm. This causes headaches for Rita, since he constantly misunderstands her sarcastic remarks.

*He tends to be oblivious to the world around him, and he often doesn't recognize danger or notice when a seemingly friendly person is behaving suspiciously. This is why Rita needs to look out for him. That said, he's not completely clueless, and rises to the occasion whenever Rita or someone else he cares about is threatened.

*His debut episode implies that he's never responded to normal training methods. Despite being an adult dog, he's still not housebroken and still chews things, which is why his owner abandoned him at the pound.

*Despite his sweet nature and devotion to Rita, he sometimes shows an innocent lack of empathy and obliviousness to Rita's discomfort. For example, when he shakes rain water onto her, or eats food that she was about to eat, or doesn't notice when a human is mistreating her as long as he's being treated well. This is all naïve and unintentional, however, and in the rare moments when he realizes he's upset Rita, he's always contrite.

*Sometimes in scary situations, when the obvious thing to do would be to spring into action, he freezes up instead. For example, the first time Rita fights the Nazi dog in "Puttin' on the Blitz," or when Ross Perot almost falls over the waterfall in "Icebreakers." That said, he always comes through and takes action when it matters most – namely whenever Rita is in danger.

*He seems to particularly like music and find it comforting, especially Rita's songs. He can even hear the word "cat" without going into a berserker rage as long as Rita sings it. But then, who wouldn't be soothed by her beautiful voice?

#animaniacs #cartoon #autism headcanon #runt #runt the dog #rita and runt #frank welker #rain man #tw: dustin hoffman #autism #autism spectrum #headcanon

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plentyoffandoms · 1 year

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ma’am, there’s not enough chuck taylor smut on this hellsite.

say like, pac (even tho i love him) flirts with dustin’s girl after death triangle win the trios titles. she’s too oblivious for her own good (i’m obsessed with this concept) she doesn’t notice. i present to you: angy, dominant dustin. just nasty, thigh clenching shit

love you lots 🖤🖤🖤

Chuck Taylor x f/Reader (18+)

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. Dom. Chuck. Oral (m receiving)

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me

Hope you like it. Love yeah too 💜

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Chuck Taylor Masterlist

Chuck Taylor - Dustin ☆ Pac - Benjamin "Ben"

Summary: The Bastard Pac can't help but flirt with the oblivious f/Reader, who also happens to be Chuck Taylor's girlfriend.

YN's POV:

Ben hasn't left me alone since he came running back through the tunnel. I was standing towards the back, waiting for Dustin.

But Ben got to me first and he has been nonstop talking my ear off. Usually I would enjoy our conversations, but I just wanted to see Dustin.

"You know my dear, why don't I take you out for a drink after I go and get cleaned up?" Ben placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you. I wonder if Dustin would like to join us?" I didn't notice it at the time the sour look that came over Ben's face, but Dustin did.

Chuck Taylor's POV:

I saw YN first, standing there waiting for me. Looking gorgeous as always but then I saw who she was talking too and I immediately stopped in my tracks.

Fucking Ben.

Who constantly flirts with her. Who constantly asks her out on dates. He has done this in front of me so many damn times, that I want to punch him in the face.

But I can't. I don't want to lose this job but must of hall, I sure as hell don't want to lose YN.

My sweet YN, who never can see when someone is flirting with her.

"They are just being nice Dustin. No one flirts with me." Is what she says to me every single time I bring it up.

"Well, even if they were I only have eyes for you my Dustin." Whenever she calls me that, I just melt a bit inside.

Yet, he still hasn't given up. He thinks he can take her away from me. I can feel myself getting angrier and angrier as I watched him look at her like she is a piece of meat.

I saw him look upset when she said something but his facial expression quickly changed back to normal.

I all but lost it when he leaned down to whisper in her ear but she just took a step to the side when she saw me come towards them.

My girl had a massive smile on her face when she saw me and practically jumped into my arms as she gave me kisses.

Ben had a forced smile on his face as I gave him a smug look.

"We will continue this conversation another time YN, maybe over that drink I suggested." He said.

"Of course Ben. Have a good night." YN said to him.

I almost dragged her out of there, angry at the fact that she even agreed to a drink with him.

"Dustin, why are you mad?" YN said as she tried to keep up with my pace as I wanted to leave this venue and get the hell away from him.

"I am not." I sneered out.

"Yes you are. Are you mad at me?" Her voice got quiet as she asked that question. I stopped when we were almost to the car.

"No, I am not mad at you. I could never be mad you. Just get in the car and we can talk about it later." I told her in a soothing tone.

"That's it love. Show me who you belong too." I groaned as my head was flung back against the headboard. My hands pushing on the back of her head as she took me completely down her throat.

My hips bucked and she gagged around me. I moaned when I felt her throat contract around me.

We fought on the way home. Her asking me over and over again what the hell was wrong with me, so I finally snapped.

I told her how Ben keeps flirting with her and if she just opened her eyes she would see it.

"And you agreed to go and get a drink with him."

"Only if you came and I said that to him Dustin. Women and men flirt with you all the time but you don't see me getting angry over it."

"Because I know when they are and you agree to go on date with people because you don't realise that you have been asked out."

"For fuck sakes Dustin, I am with you! I love you and only you. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I am yours and you should know that."

I pulled into our driveway and turned off the engine. I took off my seat belt and turned my body as best as I could to face her.

"Say it again."

"I am yours." YN said quietly.

I leaned in closer and asked her to repeat it.

"I am yours." My hand went to the nape of her neck and I gripped it tightly.

"You are mine YN. Let me make sure you never forget it."

The feeling of her tapping my leg made me pull her off of me. I looked at her face and she had tears streaming down it. Her lips were swollen from being wrapped around my cock for so long.

"Come here baby, I need you to ride me." YN quickly complied and I helped her to sit on my lap.

She went to start bouncing but I made her sit there, keeping my cock warm.

"But Dustin," She whimpered.

"Shhh, baby. I just need to answer some emails. Can you keep me warm baby?"

"I need to move. You're too big Dustin." She clenched down around me as she said that and I hissed.

I slapped her ass and she clenched around me again. "Keep that up and I won't let you cum. Now be good for me."

YN didn't move as I pretended to answer emails on my phone. I needed her to be at the edge for what I am going to do.

"Now." Was all I needed to say and her hands were on my shoulders as she started to bounce. Her pussy was just dripping and making a mess on the bed as she was so turned on.

"So close Dustin." She whined. She didn't have to say anything, I could feel her.

"Hold it baby."

"I can't." She cried out.

"Yes you can baby. Gotta make one important call." She stopped at that.

"Seriously right now? Come on Dustin can't that wait?" She asked me as I reached for her phone this time. I knew he would answer for her.

"Yes right now. Now keep fucking bouncing that ass on my dick. Gonna show that asshole who you belong too."

YN started to move once more. Her mouth hanging open, her eyes half shut as the sad fucker didn't even wait two rings before picking up the video call.

"YN, you ready for that drink now love?" I almost threw her phone against the wall. "Dustin? Where the hell is YN?" He said when he finally saw my face.

A loud groan left YN's mouth after he asked that. I turned the camera to face her and I could see his facial expression the whole time.

"Say hi to Ben baby." YN looked at the camera with hooded eyes and she was about to say hi, when I snapped my hips hard up into her.

"Dustin." She let out a loud groan.

With my other hand, I reached around and gripped her throat and squeezed. I could see Ben's eyes go wide at that as he watched YN's eyes roll in to the back of her head.

"Who do you belong too?"

"You Dustin." She mumbled.

"Sorry love, didn't hear you. Say it louder."

"I belong to you Dustin. FUCK!" The last part came out as a scream as I thrust up into her harder again.

"Please let me cum Dustin."

"Few more minutes baby."

"I can't wait. Please." I looked over the camera and I knew she couldn't hold back anymore. "Cum."

A loud scream of my name left her mouth as her body shook. "Fucking hell." I heard Ben say but I was trying to hold myself back from finishing inside her pussy.

I pushed her back and had her head hanging off the edge of the bed and I thrust into her mouth. I had the phone still pointing at her.

I could see my cock form a bulge in her throat. I placed my hand over it as I fucked her face.

"You see that Ben? I am the only one who gets to fuck her throat. Her pussy, her ass. Not you." I growled out.

One, two, three thrusts and I stilled as I came down her throat. He watched as she swallowed it all.

When I was finished, I went to pull away, but YN wrapped her arms around me and kept me in her throat as she continued to suck me off.

"Gotta go Ben. My girl is still not done with me." I smirked at him and before he could hang up.

"Oh and Ben...leave her the fuck alone. She is mine."

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patchworkgargoyle · 1 year

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I blacked out and wrote this, then created a wholeass playlist for it, in the span of a few hours, whoops. 😅 Inspired by @motocrossed‘s post about punk!Steve and Boys Don’t Cry by The Cure.

~2.9k words, rated T for swearing and mentions of shit parenting, and a bit of pre-relationship Steddie because I had to sneak that in. Crossposted to ao3!

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“What’s this?” Steve asked.

“Huh?” Will said from the backseat, realising he’d been spoken to.

“The song.”

“Oh, this is The Cure,” Will replied after a second of listening, starting to lightly bop along to the song.

Dustin, having called shotgun, sighed and went on a rant about Will and Jonathan’s shared tastes in melodramatic music, completely oblivious to Steve’s sudden change in mood, for which he’s grateful. Steve had taken to keeping a few cassettes in his car for the kids so they’d stop complaining about him just listening to the radio, and though it meant working out a system so no one complained - loudly - about playing favourites, he was at least glad to have something around for them. Like the radio he’d just tune it out, not bother to listen to the lyrics. But this.

But I just keep on laughing

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

Steve swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. Ignored the echo that the final crooned lyric sets off in his skull. Grit his teeth. The song faded out, running into the next, and he took a deep breath, another, to try and bring the steel-like tension out of his shoulders. He managed to drop off each kid at their respective homes before the tension crawled its way back up his spine and made him push the speed limit a bit too far, the cassette long since ended and rewound, the silence shockingly loud.

He didn’t dare play it again. He ejected the cassette when he parked at home, told himself it was so he could claim he’d lost it, and brought it inside. Instead of throwing it away like his brain screamed at him to do, he chucked it beside the cassette deck on his parents’ audio system and stared down at the <i>Three Imaginary Boys</i> title. Steve huffed and turned away.

—

It sat there for three days. He worked a shift with Robin, picked the kids up from Hellfire - now being held in Gareth’s garage - and ignored the way it pulled at his awareness like a black hole each time he walked by, until one night when Jonathan and Argyle had commandeered Steve’s living room for movie night. Jonathan egged Steve to rent The Lost Boys for them as soon as it was released and, when leaning over to pop the VHS in, spotted the cassette.

“There it is! How’d you get this, Steve?” he asked, waving the album around.

Steve tensed. “I thought it was Will’s, he left it in my car. Sorry, you can have it back,” he said, hoping he would take it.

“I mean, I let him borrow it, so it’s fine. Have you… listened to it?” His tone was almost doubtful. Jonathan hadn’t insulted Steve’s music taste like the kids, but Steve knew he felt the same as they did. At least he was polite about it. When he and Eddie were in the same room they’d inevitably descend into talking about favourites, new releases, terrible songs, and Steve would, as usual, would zone out.

“A little,” Steve admitted, seeing Jonathan’s eyebrows disappear into his bangs.

“Oh. Cool. Did you like it?”

Faking indifference, he only shrugged, and Jonathan placed the cassette back on the audio system. “If you listen to more of it, let me know what you think. I can recommend a few others if you want,” Jonathan said, but turned back to the VHS player. Steve kept himself from begging Jonathan to take it back and forced himself to settle back into the couch while Jonathan put the movie in.

Later, after his friends left, Steve stared at the cassette with an empty popcorn bowl in hand. It felt like a standoff and he didn’t know why. “Fuck it,” he mumbled, “it’s just music,” so he set the bowl down to flick the system on and slid the cassette in. Single picked notes from a guitar ramped up into a drumbeat, not the one that had twisted Steve’s guts into knots, and he sighed, relieved, and continued to clean. He left it to play while he ate a microwave dinner and mulled over watching another movie. He’d settled on Ghostbusters when the upbeat-sounding song that had buried itself in his chest began to play.

I would say I'm sorry

If I thought that it would change your mind

But I know that this time

I have said too much

Been too unkind

His breath left his chest like he’d been punched. Of course he thought of Nancy. They were over and done and better off and even happier as friends, especially after the horrors of spring break had finally ended, but it didn’t rid Steve of the regrets he held onto. He’d been such a dickhead. To her, to Jonathan, and though he knew they’d forgiven him he couldn’t let go of the shame the memory of “King Steve” always brought up.

I tried to laugh about it

Cover it all up with lies

I tried to laugh about it

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

“Boys don’t cry, Steven,” echoed his dad’s angry, disappointed voice, “you’re too old for this.” How old had he been, seven or eight? He’d fallen off his bike and scraped his knee pretty bad, his mom scrubbing dirt out of the wound. It wasn’t the first time Steve’s dad had said it, wasn’t the last until Steve just stopped crying. He hadn’t cried when Nancy started ditching him, or when she called him bullshit at Tina’s party, when Billy or fucking Russians kicked the shit out of him, when Eddie almost died, or any time the whole world fell down around him again and again and again-

But I just keep on laughing

Hiding the tears in my eyes

'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry

Steve laughed around a choked out sob. “Shit,” he spat, slumping on the ugly shag carpet. He couldn’t keep more sobs from wrenching out of his throat, barely able to breathe, so he dug his hands into his scalp and finally, finally gave in. Chest caving in, breathing harshly, the tears poured out without end no matter how tightly Steve shut his eyes.

Every apocalypse they’d stopped, every tragedy that haunted Hawkins because of the actions of a few shady government nutjobs, he’d had a hand in having to clean it up and faced the aftermath every time. That it was left up to a bunch of barely-adults and a handful of kids who’d been dragged into this way too young was deeply unfair. None of it was fucking fair but nothing had changed. Four apocalypses in four years and those in power never learned. It tore apart his town, his friends, the kids, his entire life - not that he’d been going anywhere before the Upside Down. His dad had told him that enough. Each call from his parents ended with Steve feeling like an utter disappointment and he couldn’t even tell them <i>why</i>, not that they’d understand. Hell, his dad would probably just call it a fucking excuse.

Misery and mourning slowly turned into rage. Steve’s fists balled up in his hair as he glared into the middle distance. Jaw clenched, he stood again, The Cure still playing. He rewound the tape. Cranking the volume loud enough his neighbours would probably complain, he marched through the bland, lifeless house, up the stairs, and into the bathroom. Scowling at himself, still crying, ribs heaving, he began to scream-sing,

“I would say I'm sorry

If I thought that it would change your mind,”

He didn’t think before he grabbed his electric razor and switched it on.

—

Broken pavement crunched under the beamer’s wheels as Steve pulled up outside the Munsons’ new trailer, parking beside a familiar van. It was bigger, newer than their old one; it was the least the government could do after clearing Eddie’s name, though Hopper had fought for both things when it came time to sign the newest round of NDA forms. Of course it had taken Dr. Owens speaking up on the Munsons’ behalf for it to happen. The memory only fed the fire in Steve’s chest as he parked, but he shoved it back down. If he showed up at the door looking ready to punch something, Eddie would worry the shit had hit the fan again, and he was already going to worry once Steve asked what he needed to ask.

Calmed enough, Steve got out and hopped up the steps to the door, knocking only twice before Eddie whipped the door open.

“Harrington!” Eddie grinned, “what an honour to have King Steve visit my humble abode. What’re you doing here, man?” Steve winced at the title, but instead of replying, he pulled the baseball hat off his head. Eddie’s jaw dropped. Stepping back, he gestured Steve inside.

“Jesus christ! What happened? Did you let El go crazy with the razor or something?”

Steve snorted. “No, though maybe she’d have done a better job,” he said as he self-consciously scratched at one of the unevenly shaved sides of his head. “Do you, uh… think you could fix it?”

Eddie praised the clearly impromptu haircut Steve had given himself. Once he’d come down from his rage, razor held in his shaking hand and voice raw, Steve realised it hadn’t turned out, well, great.

“And you think I can fix this?” Eddie asked, doubtfully, and Steve shrugged. He wasn’t sure why he’d gone to Eddie instead of anyone else. Robin would ask too many questions, and Jonathan and Nancy would be awkward and pitying. Eddie had felt- safest, maybe. He didn’t voice any of this, though, only waited under Eddie’s keen stare. His dark eyes were clearly gauging something in Steve. He knew how wild he looked right now, eyes likely red-rimmed, shorn sandy brown hair clinging to his shirt, but whatever conclusion Eddie came to, he didn’t say.

Mirroring Steve’s shrug, he said, “Alright Stevie, guess I can’t make it any worse. Could shave all of it off?” He laughed at the face Steve pulled. “Okay, okay, I’ll do my best to keep the rest of your luscious locks intact. C’mon.”

He shoved Steve towards the trailer’s tiny bathroom and started rifling around for his own razor under the sink. Plugging it in, he stood in front of Steve as best he could, nearly sitting on the counter, and tilted his head to get a better look at Steve’s work. “Were you going for any kind of look or?”

Steve didn’t think he was when he started, but looking in Eddie’s mirror now, with him standing in front of Steve all dressed up in ripped jeans and a ratty old band t-shirt, he said, “kinda Kiefer Sutherland in The Lost Boys I guess.”

Eyebrow cocked, Eddie’s interest was piqued. “You know his head wasn’t shaved right? It was just, like, short.”

“Whatever.”

“One sexy vampire mullet, comin’ right up,” Eddie smirked, making Steve laugh, then turned on the razor. The buzzing echoed off the bathroom walls, and Steve concentrated on the noise instead of the way Eddie now held his chin, turning his head to get a better angle. There was faded black marker colouring his fingernails, clearly a stand-in for nail polish, and the metal of Eddie’s rings were only slightly colder than the fingers on Steve’s jaw.

The only sound came from the razor as Eddie went quiet, concentrating on evening out the shaved sides of Steve’s scalp. Steve just let himself breathe, his mind going blessedly blank for the first time in hours, the vibrations against his head almost soothing. Even standing so close to Eddie was familiar, comforting, with how he often gravitated into Steve’s space when they hung out. Sometimes it made him go a little warm, for reasons he’d kept himself from examining too closely, but here, with Steve’s metaphorical world in pieces at his feet once again, maybe- maybe he could give it some thought.

“What, uh, brought this on, if I can ask? It’s not every day that Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington changes his signature ‘do.” Eddie sounded too casual. He must have been dying to ask and finally given in, not that Steve could blame him.

The muscles in Steve’s jaw jumped, tensing around the words he could try to say. His mouth opened and closed. Where could he even start? “I hate being called that,” won out, causing a regretful cringe from Eddie, so he continued, “it’s fine. But it’s not me anymore. Hasn’t been for years now. Needed-” he sighed, short and sharp, “needed to finally look like I’ve changed. It’s stupid pretending like everything’s still normal, because it’s not. Our lives are so fucked up because the government decided to torture kids under our feet, and not only do we keep having to fix it but we can’t tell anyone why we’re so different now and I’m.”

His throat closed around the emotions he’d hoped he’d cried out on his living room floor, cutting Steve off. He didn’t want to do this in front of Eddie. He could cry in the emptiness of his home but not here, fuck, not-

“You’re fucking angry. And sad,” Eddie said flatly. He’d let go of Steve’s chin, but hadn’t moved out of his space, so when Steve’s head jerks to look at him their faces are closer than he’d thought but Steve can see the feelings boiling in his chest reflected in Eddie, being this close. “Right? I sure as shit am. They keep screwing up and we’re the ones with the scars to prove it.”

Steve looks down at the scar around Eddie’s throat, then, in the mirror, his own. “Yeah.”

“Makes sense you wanna change something. Get control. Y’know, when my dad dumped me off here with Wayne one of the first things I did was steal these very same clippers and shave all my hair off,” Eddie grinned, waggling the razor between them, and Steve couldn’t picture him without his iconic tangle of dark curls. Didn’t want to. It suited him. “Looks like I’m continuing my uncle’s tradition of fixing an angry little punk’s bad haircut.” Steve chuckled.

There was a pause, then Eddie raised a tentative hand to the evened-out side of Steve’s head. He held Steve’s gaze, a slight flush to his cheeks, as the pads of his fingers brush through the soft, short stubble. “You look pretty fuckin’ badass like this. Now the outside matches the inside,” Eddie said.

“Dunno about that.” Steve refused to acknowledge how his ears were starting to go red by looking down at his polo shirt and light wash jeans.

“Well, maybe you gotta change up the clothes to match the hair. Or,” Eddie smacked him on the arm, “maybe you could get a piercing. Or some tattoos!”

Rolling his eyes did nothing to disguise the fond smile on Steve’s face. “One thing at a time, Munson. Robin would freak out even worse if I showed up to work like that.”

“We’ll work you up to it,” Eddie winked.

—

Steve said goodnight a few hours later after getting high, shooting the shit, and watching tv on Eddie’s couch. It was a nice way to wind down after the rush of emotions earlier, sprawled out comfortably in the cluttered, lived-in home. Steve glanced around and hoped, someday, whenever he moved his place would be as cosy as this; he refused to be as sterile and impersonal as his parents. He refused to be anything like his parents, as long as he could. Fuck normal.

At Eddie’s urging, he’d swapped his itchy, hair-covered polo for one of Eddie’s t-shirts - “Don’t want you shedding on the furniture, you animal,” he’d teased - which was, of course, black, full of holes, and emblazoned with some band Steve didn’t know. Before he left, Steve tried to give it back, but Eddie insisted he keep the shirt.

“It suits your new look,” Eddie claimed, “use it as both a guiding light away from both your horrifically colourful clothes and your very bland taste in music.”

“Might not be so bland anymore. The Cure is pretty good,” Steve said, smirking at his offended gasp.

“Those Byers punks got to you first! Damnit. The war is on, I’ll make you a metalhead yet.”

He scoffed as Eddie poked him in the chest, sharing a smile. As Steve stepped outside, he turned back, looking up at Eddie haloed in the warm light from the trailer. “Hey, uh, thanks. For, y’know.”

Eddie’s smile turned soft as he leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. “Anytime, Harrington. Let me know if you want the hair touched up. Who knows, maybe you’ll make me into a barber.”

Huffing a laugh, Steve said, “good night, Eddie.”

“Good night, Steve, you dirty punk.”

Steve grinned and shook his head as he got into the car, aware of Eddie still standing in the door, watching him leave. Keys in the ignition, he turned on the car, the music kicking up as soon as the engine caught. He turned it up, too loud for the time of night in the crowded tailor park, but he didn’t care when Eddie burst out laughing at the sound of The Cure blasting, tinny, from his stereo.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #fanfic #my writing oh no #also please know i am not anti-nancy if this comes off like that in any way #i like her i swear

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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more than a feeling part IIII | stranger things ; e. munson

A/N ; This one got real angsty, real quick. There's a lot of angst here so.. If that's not your thing and you're here for the fluff, I apologise. Or maybe I don't, Idk. I don't write angst that often so the fact that this even happened when I sat down to brainstorm exactly what I wanted to do with the next part kind of shocked me. But I rolled with it.

Also omg, I'm really really stunned by the fact that people are actually reading my bullshit, -any of it. Thank you sm. It means the world to me. I just hope that you're enjoying and you take whatever resonates and like.. somehow this makes someone's day out there in this crazy fuckin world, I guess.

I swear to God and all that's holy this story is going to get happy again in the next part. Hopefully, that'll make up for the shitstorm we all know as angst that I've apparently chosen to bring down on all our heads.

Pairing ; Eddie Munson x New!Girl reader (Ngl, I'm lowkey afraid she's so heavily personified that she's dangerously close to being an actual oc, all apologies but I'm doing my best not to mention any physical attributes beyond her/reader being female.)

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; part I | part II | part III can all be found by clicking the little link things. Probably a good idea to read those before this if you haven't, otherwise you'll be all sorts of confused. This takes place in season 4's timeline (in that it's 86 and that reason alone) but this is not going to have the Upside Down and all of it's unholy horrors nor will Eddie be dying.

Tag List ; @musichealsscars is the only person on my actual Stranger Things tag list but as usual,I toss out a tag to @rampagewriting -- feel free to ignore bb!. if you'd like to be added to my taglists for anything including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

Warnings ; listen.. the angst is here and it is real. readers mom / alcoholism / her just being a flaky ass person in general and not there for her kids - a shitty parent in other words comes up a lot in this chapter too so if that bothers you, it's advised to skip over this. Beyond that, there's really not anything else to warn about.

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I do not consent to my work being reposted elsewhere or copied/reworked/rewritten and reposted here or elsewhere. You don't own this, I do. So like... don't steal my shit.

“You realize how stupid this is, right?”

Dustin Henderson’s question has you glancing up from the pot of jambalaya you’re stirring. “Hm?” you ask, a brow raised as you gaze at the freshman. Dustin switches your little sister Lola from one hip to the other. “It’s stupid. You’re planning to set Chrissy Cunningham up with Eddie. I uh.. I overheard you earlier on the phone.”

“It’s not stupid. Eddie really likes her.” you feel a little jealous as you say it, but you push it down. You remind yourself that you’re going to wind up leaving, probably sooner rather than later because your mom’s time in the program is coming to a close, and you tell yourself that it doesn’t really matter what you want anyway. You stir the pot in front of you and watch it simmer and bubble.

Dustin laughs to himself. You really are that oblivious. Eddie hasn’t been interested in Chrissy for at least a month now. His focus has kind of shifted over to you completely.

He rubs the bridge of his nose as he tries to comprehend the true depths of your obliviousness and he puts your little sister down. Lola runs off to watch cartoons in your grandmother’s living room.

Dustin’s gaze settles on his hands. “I think you’re wrong. And even if I’m wrong and you’re not, you’re missing one thing…” he goes quiet. The way to say this is tricky, it’s something that has to be done delicately.

But there’s this underlying sense of urgency too because the fact that you could realistically be forced to leave Hawkins any day now is hanging over everything like a big black cloud. It’s driving Eddie crazy, Dustin hasn’t seen him so twisted inside out in the entire short span of time that he’s known Eddie Munson.

“Yeah?” you ask, taking a bite of the jambalaya to test it. Fanning your mouth when the heat in the food burns your tongue a little. “Shit! That’s hot.” you mumble, mostly to yourself and mostly so you won’t focus so much on everything going on in your head right now. “What am I missing, Henderson? Because it all seems pretty simple to me, kid.”

“You’re not thinking about what you want. I mean, c’mon. You like him. You like like him. It’s not the secret you think it is, alright? The only reason Eddie hasn’t figured it out yet is because he refuses to., because you're both oblivious assholes, jesus christ..”

“No. Because he likes Chrissy.” you shrug as you say it. You’re too damn tired of holding in the way you feel and maybe that’s why you don’t bother attempting denial at Dustin’s accusation. You pick a sausage out of the pot and pop into your mouth. “If he likes her, what I want kind of doesn’t matter. Look, it’s simple, kid. I fix them up, the big idiot is happy.” You rub the bridge of your nose because this entire conversation is beginning to get a little too heavy for you right now. “And when I’m gone, the big idiot takes care of the little naive cheerleader. Everybody wins."

Dustin palms his face. Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall and he tells you as much when he speaks up again. "Except you."

You laugh and roll your eyes at the kid standing in your grams kitchen. “It’s happening, okay? It.. It has to. The sooner, the better.” and maybe you shouldn’t have -you definitely shouldn’t have, told Dustin Henderson what you did next, but out it came, regardless. “Look.. If he’s all distracted and in love with her then it’ll make it easier for me to kind of like..” you toy with the sleeves of the yellow and black plaid flannel you’re wearing as you sigh, “It’ll make it easier for me to distance before I can’t and I’m attached.”

“Oh, I think it’s way too late for that.” Dustin taunts. You flip him off and grumble. “What’d you come by for anyway?”

Dustin chuckles. What you don’t realize is that him and Mike Wheeler are currently working with Chrissy to pull a sort of reverse uno on you. Because Chrissy came to them and asked for help after telling them what she knew. Everything, in detail.

Including the way you kept casually bringing Eddie’s good points up in conversation and hinting that they’d be cute together.

And it’s not that she doesn’t like him or there’s not an attraction there, it’s the fact that she knows that you don’t just like him. You love him and you’re freaking out about it because this sort of thing is not something that happens often because you never let it.

Until you moved to Hawkins to live with your grandparents.

He’s here to do his part in the little reverse uno plan. He’s been tasked with getting you up to the woods at Lovers Lake on Halloween night.

Because that’s originally how you were going to set it up with Eddie and Chrissy.

“ We’re kind of throwing this surprise,” he stalls for a second as his brain tries to come up with something, anything that’ll get you up to the woods on the night in question. He grins and his face lights up as the perfect pitch forms. “It’s a Halloween thing. I thought since you always sit with Hellfire at lunch, you’d wanna come too.”

You eye him warily. “What kind of Halloween thing, kid?” you question.

Dustin stammers.

“C’mon, spit it out.” you coax, tapping your foot against the kitchen floor.

“It’s just a Halloween thing, damn it. Jesus christ, do you always have this many questions?” Dustin scoffs at you while pouting. You laugh. Then you shrug. “Yeah, I’ll come I guess.”

“Cool! I gotta get going. I told Mike I’d meet him.”

“Yup.” you laugh. Dustin bolts out of your grandparents farmhouse and you wander over to the counter your busted ass boombox is sitting on and you flip through the stations idly until you find one playing Burning For You. Humming along, you leave the radio alone.

The landline is ringing, so you wander over to pick it up.

Your stomach drops when you hear you mom’s voice through the pop and static of the payphone on the other end of the line. “Ma?” you hold the phone away from your ear when the static is too loud.

“Sweetie, hey.” there’s just something about the dulcet softness of her voice that has you tensing up all over.

“Ma?”

“I’m here, stormy. How’s everything going?”

You twirl the curled cord around your finger as you pull yourself up onto the kitchen counter to sit. “Good. Great, actually. It’s really nice here.”

Your mom almost seems relieved when you say it. A little too relieved.

Then you hear the long honk of a semi and traffic as it whizzes past and your brows knit together. “Ma, where are you?”

“ That’s why I’m calling, stormy..” your mom trails off. You swallow hard, waiting on the other shoe to drop. When she starts to talk about how she never meant to meet the man of her dreams in rehab and she swears that she’s fine, she’ll be sober, things might actually be normal this time, you roll your eyes and jam the heel of your hand into your eye because you can feel yourself tearing up.

She’s pulled this before. The added step of checking herself into rehab is a new step but the last time she ducked out and disappeared when you were twelve, it was the same story she’s telling you now. And out of nowhere, the anger bubbles up before you can stop it. When she gets to the part where she tells you she just needs space and time, she needs to be her own person so she can be better for you and your little sisters, the door to your grandparents farmhouse bursts open and your grandmother rushes in, soaked from the storm.

Wordlessly, you shove the phone into your grandmother's hand and you grab your keys, storming out of the farmhouse. You start off with every intention to just drive up to the quarry and scream til your throat is hoarse but instead, you take a turn and you wind up going in the direction of the trailer park.

To Eddie.

Because in all your mother’s insanity, he’s the first person you thought about. He’s the one person you want to see.

The lightning rips through the sky outside your windshield with a jagged and loud rumble and you wipe at your eyes as you turn down the road leading into Forest Hills.

The Munson trailer comes into view and you stop the car, leaning your forehead against the wheel. You just need to pull yourself together, you think. You need to be okay. You don’t want him to see you like this, you just want to be here. With him.

You take a few long and shaky breaths as Metallica’s Fade To Black plays quietly, it’s a mixtape you swiped from Eddie’s van earlier in the week.

Eddie’s uncle Wayne is sitting in the living room when the headlights shine through the front window. With a brow raised, Wayne stands and wanders over, peering out the front door. From the dim glow of the headlights, he can just barely make out you sitting inside the car with your head against the wheel.

“Hey, Eddo?”

Eddie puts down the battered copy of Lord of the Rings and listens for a few seconds. In the living room, his uncle is calling his name for something. But through the crack in his bedroom window, he can just barely hear Fade To Black playing and the sound of your car idling outside. It’s enough to prompt him into wandering out to the front of the little trailer.

Wayne nods to the lawn. “Somethin’s wrong, kid. She didn’t come flyin in here like a bat outta hell in that death trap. She’s just been sittin there at least a minute or two now.”

Eddie’s hand raises and settles on the back of his head.

“Yeah. I’ll uh..” he takes a deep breath. “I’ll go see what’s up.”

Eddie makes his way out into the yard and over to your car, knocking on the window.

You look up at him for a few seconds, and then you reach out and shut off the engine. When you get out of the car, you lean against him, kind of just.. Melting into him with your forehead against the front of his shirt.

“I fuckin hate her right now, man. I really fuckin believed she gave a shit.” you mutter quietly. Eddie’s brow raises. “Who?” he gently grips your jaw to make you look up at him.

“My mother.” you answer quietly.

“She’s..” Eddie feels like the wind has just been knocked out of him, like his stomach dropped to his feet. “Did she come back? Are you leaving?” the questions come in a rush because he’s been dreading this moment.

You laugh and it sounds almost bitter. “She’s out but she’s not here.” you wipe your eyes and Eddie notices you’re trying to stay out of the dim light of the streetlamp nearby. When he hears the way your breathing is uneven and ragged, he realizes exactly why.

You’re crying.

“Hey, c’mon.” he mutters, slipping an arm around you as he coaxes you up the stairs and into the trailer. He closes the door behind him and when his uncle gestures at you while you’re sitting on the couch with your knees to your chin and your arms around them, Eddie shakes his head, mouths that he’ll tell him what’s going on later, when and if he finally manages to get it out of you.

Wayne nods and then clears his throat. “Gotta get going. The night shift, it’s a bitch.”

Eddie tosses his uncle the keys to the van and Wayne leaves for work.

For about ten minutes, neither one of you says a word. But then the silence is too much.

“So you’re not leaving but she’s out.” he wonders aloud. You look up at him and give him a thumbs up.

“Mhm. She met some guy. They’re going somewhere, I think she said Montana. My sisters, man. They were counting on her.” you clench your fists and shake your head, laughing again. “I know better though. I mean, she had me fooled, the whole “I wanna be better for the three of you'' speech.” she gave when she dropped us on my grams doorstep.” you pull yourself up off the couch and the pacing starts. And the ranting. When you’re about to take a swing at the flimsy sheetrock, Eddie’s hand shoots out, stopping yours before you can do it. “Hey! Hey.” he holds onto your hand and swallows hard.

You take a deep breath and you stare at the way his hand is closed around your wrist.

When you melt into him again for the second time in a night, he wraps his arms around you and his nose pushes into the crown of your hair. The spicy scent of whatever food your grams or you were cooking before you showed up at his place fills his nose, almost overpowering the usual combination of strawberry shampoo and the perfume you wear most of the time that smells like sugar cookies.

He breathes in deep. And all the tension he’d been feeling just kind of goes away because he’s looking at this as a huge bullet dodged with the odds in his favor. But then he feels like shit because you’re hurting -really bad, he’s never seen you like this.

He gets you looking up at him.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be.” you take a few shaky breaths and you work on pulling yourself together again. “ I swear to God, I never wanna be like her. Ever.”

“You’re not. You won't be, alright? I mean it.”

You give him a weak nod. “I try not to be.” you mumble quietly. You haven’t pulled away from him and maybe it’s selfish but you don’t really want to. Because he’s warmth, he’s tangible. He’s real. He’s not all smiles and soft tones and false promises.

“When she finally drags herself back here, I…” you pause a second or two and you clutch at the front of his Hellfire shirt. “I’m not leaving with her. I’m sick of her doing this.”

Eddie relaxes even more.

He’s not losing one of his best friends. More importantly, he thinks to himself, he’s not losing the girl he loves.

“Good.” he mutters quietly, his hands moving up and down your back because he’s noticing that your breathing has started to slow down. It’s almost like what he’s doing is calming to you and the thought prompts just the smallest hint of a smile from the taller boy as he towers over you where you both stand in the middle of his living room. “What about your sisters?”

“Oh, they’re not going either. Not if I have anything to say about it. I don’t care what I have t’ do at this point.”

Eddie smiles. It seems to relieve him when you say that.

It does. He knows how close you are to your little sisters, even when you’re griping about the way they’re always getting into your books or your art supplies or your clothes and makeup. He couldn’t imagine you just letting them go off with your mother, not after the little bits you have told him about her.

“Hey.” he coaxes when you rub your forehead and wince. “It’ll be okay. You’ll see.”

You nod and give a weak grin.

Maybe it really will.

“You didn’t go up to the quarry to scream it out.” Eddie says it aloud as soon as he realizes. You shrug and you lightly swat his shirt. “Okay, Munson. Maybe I thought coming here would be better. Maybe. Don’t go getting an ego or anything, shit.” you say it in half jest, but you’re basically admitting something really huge before you can stop yourself.

And you’re left praying to whatever god or goddess chooses to lend an ear that Dustin was right earlier, that Eddie really is clueless. Because things have been a little… Intense between the two of you as of late. There’s this heaviness in the tension. A hint of awkwardness.

Now that you’ve decided you’re not leaving if or when she finally decides to be bothered with coming to collect you and your sisters, you’re left with one huge decision.

Can you really go through with setting Eddie up with Chrissy after all?

And suddenly, just like that, everything is overcomplicated yet again.

Doe eyes settle on you in concern. “You’re okay… Right?”

You nod. “I will be. I just, uh… I wanted to get out. Clear my head.” you shuffle your feet and fidget with the edge of your sleeve. Eddie nods.

“Yeah. I don’t blame you. Hey…” he pauses, tilting your chin so that you’re looking at him. “Do you wanna come back to my room? We can just sit there, you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

You nod and follow him down the hallway and into his room and you flop on your stomach across his bed. Eddie flops down next to you and you reach out, grabbing the book he’d been reading prior to your arrival.

He grabs it back from you and props himself back against the wall, patting the space beside him. “C’mon, midget. Ya know, as much as you say this book bores you.. You like reading over my shoulder.”

You give him a dirty look and stick out your tongue. What you don’t dare tell him is that it’s not so much the reading over his shoulder, it’s when he gets tired of you doing it and starts to read the page he’s on to you after giving you one of his annoyed looks.

His voice is yet another thing you find calming and you’ll probably wind up taking it to the grave if you actually do go through with your little plan to play cupid between him and Chrissy, but you could listen to him talk about anything, no matter how dull, for hours.

You settle in next to him and he picks up the book, opening to the place where he left off. And you sit there and watch him read quietly. Your mind is racing a million miles an hour because suddenly, you don’t know what the hell to do anymore.

You just know that you’re staying.

This opens up a whole new realm of possibilities.

The thing is, are you brave enough to consider them?

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader -kind of #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader imagine #// tw for rehab / shitty parenting / alcoholism mentions #// angstttt. it's gotta get sad before it gets happy I suppose.#// in which snark attempts angst.

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blue-fidelity · 3 years

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~ “Smile in the face of Tragedy”

Chapter 2: New King

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Henderson!reader, Steve Harrington x best friend! reader

Chapter Summary:

A wild night reveals secrets and broken hearts. At least Billy & (Y/N) have each other.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, drunk!Billy, sad!Steve (that is a warning 🥺)

“(Y/N)! It’s Halloween!”- Halloween? (Y/N) woke up to the sound of her brother yelling excitingly. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could hear the Ghostbusters theme playing loudly from Dustin’s room. She groaned, burying her head in her pillows while running her hands through her hair.

This is not how she planned to wake up this morning.

Before closing her eyes to regain a little more sleep, her alarm clock looked her right in the face. 7:15. Another groan came from her. Perk up (Y/N), it’s your favourite holiday! She pushed herself up, swinging her legs on the side of the bed. (Y/N) definitely knew the high school students weren’t going to be wearing costumes to school. So before Billy picked her up, she’d head home to get changed.

Billy- (Y/N) didn’t think she’d be able to forget yesterday. The way he held her, the way he kissed her forehead. His embrace was so comforting- she nearly melted into him. The smell of dry cigarette smoke and cheap cologne haven’t been able to leave her senses. It was like everything that came with him, it was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

As she stepped out of bed, she moved her hips slightly to the music coming from her brother’s stereo. When she made it to her drawers, she contemplated what she should wear today. Just because she wasn’t going to wear a costume, didn’t mean she couldn’t look spooky, right? She grabbed her “Chistine” t-shirt, it was one of her favorite horror movies. Pairing it with a black acid wash skirt, some fishnets, and her usual chuck taylors, she strutted confidently out her bedroom door.

She walked into the bathroom to find Dustin clad in his Stantz costume, brushing his teeth. He looked so cute! “Hey Doctor Stantz, ‘lookin pretty badass”, she grinned, patting him on the back. “Thanks (Y/N)! I can’t wait to see the guys in their costumes, Halloween’s gonna be so great!”, he cheered, spitting out his tooth paste. He quickly ran out of the room to fetch breakfast, leaving (Y/N) time for her hair & makeup.

Bright red lipstick and heavy black eyeliner, hair slightly curled.

When she stepped into the living room, she saw her mom enthusiastically taking polaroids of Dustin. She couldn’t help but smile, hoping her mom would save her some for her picture board. (Y/N) sat on the couch beside her cat Mews, scratching the back of his ears as he purred in contentment. She giggled at the various poses her brother made in front of the camera.

Her mom had finally stopped taking photos, noticing her on the couch. “(Y/N) darling! I didn’t see you come in, can I get a photo of my two children?”, she questioned, looking at her with pleading eyes. (Y/N) couldn’t say no! “Of course!”, she said, standing up from the couch.

She placed an arm around Dustin’s shoulders, teasingly taking him in a headlock, rubbing her nuckles on his hair. To this he laughed, playfully pointing his fake proton blaster at her. It was the perfect picture. Perfectly trapped in the moment of two great siblings, simply having a good time.

(Y/N) gathered her things, making sure to take one of her mom’s homemade muffins for breakfast. She had made them a couple days before, but they still were delicious. Even though (Y/N) desperately needed coffee, she decided against it. She was already running a bit late, and as much as she hated the stale stuff from the cafeteria, it’d have to do. Dustin had already slipped out the door to head off on his bike, he really must’ve been eager to see his friends.

Before making her way to her motorcycle, she slipped her jean jacket on and hugged her mom goodbye. Claudia looked at her intently, ruffling her curled hair. (Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully, “Alright mom, I gotta go! ‘I’m gonna stop here after school though, k?”, she opened the front door. “Okay have a good day sweetie! ‘I’ll see you before your party!”. (Y/N)’s mom knew about the party, whether she knew there was going to be alcohol involved, it was better off not knowing.

Sliding the keys into the ignition, she sped off to the school. She could never get enough of the mysterious backroads of Hawkins. It scared her, obviously. With all the things that happened the previous year, she couldn't help but wonder if things still lurked in the depths of the forest, hiding till they could strike. Waiting and waiting till they can catch someone else and drag them to that horrible place. Her body trembled at the thought of it. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the memories. Eyes turning back to the road, she removed one of her hands from the handles, trying to reach for the button of her stereo. It had turned onto some random radio station that was playing Halloween tunes.

“Happy Halloween ‘Morning Ghouls and Goblins of Hawkins! Here’s a spooky throwback from ‘1982 for y’all on this fine dreary morning, ‘Blood Bitch’, by Cocteau Twins!” - the radio host introduced, was he really supposed to swear on radio? Well, no one really had a filter these days.

The song added to the eerie atmosphere of the cold morning, making her uneasy. She pushed through her thoughts, trying to just focus on getting to school. It was Halloween! No need for being pent up on past trauma. The station had eventually turned to a happier song, putting her in a better mood. What better to put a smile on your face then the ‘Time Warp” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show? She bobbed her head happily to the familiar tune, singing along to the lyrics.

School today had been an absolute drag! Last period (math) was nearly done and (Y/N) was desperate to get out. She could see some of her mutuals were anxious as well, probably too excited to wait for the party tonight. She was excited as well, maybe a little bit of the fact that she’d be spending more time with Billy?

(Y/N) would hate for him to think she’d be using him as a rebound. Even though it seemed that way, she really should’ve forgotten about her feelings for Steve awhile ago. (Y/N) really loved Steve, but he’d always been so oblivious, but- that was just Steve. He would’ve never known of her feelings if she didn’t tell him. Which she never did, in fear of obvious rejection. Then here was Billy Hargrove, whether it be his flirtatious nature, she could see herself really falling for him. The one thing she knew she wouldn’t do was dive in too quickly. She wouldn’t make the same mistakes, for her and for Billy’s sake.

She was finally released from the rechedouness that was her math class-running straight out the door right as the bell rang, nearly having winded Mr. Henry. After taking a quick stop at her locker, she walked outside to find her motorcycle. (Y/N) was nearly there till a skateboard hit her feet, stopping her in her tracks.

“I’m so sorry! It slipped right out from under me-” a voice of a young girl called, her breath shaky. (Y/N) looked down at the girl shuffling to grab her skateboard, she had never seen her before. The mysterious teen with the red hair looked around her brother’s age, so why was she so unrecognizable? Wait- could it be?

Billy’s step sister.

“Hey, hey it’s all good!”, (Y/N) gave her a reassuring smile. “Hey- not to sound weird or anything-”, she chuckled nervously, “But, are you new here? ‘You see I got a younger brother ‘about your age, and you got an unfamiliar face”. The girl stared at her skeptically, but still replied. “Yeah, just moved here from ‘California, what are you ‘looking to set him up or something?” she questioned sarcastically. ‘Damn she was quite the firecracker. “Nah frankly I think you're a little out of his league”, (Y/N) winked. To this she got a laugh out of her. “Well, it was nice weirdly meeting you, ‘I’m Max!”, she introduced herself. “Well Max, ‘I’m (Y/N), if you're interested in someone helping you out with that kickflip, ‘I used to do some skateboarding myself”, she offered. Max beamed at her offer, “Really? That’d be so great!”, “Alrighty then, if you see me around, don’t be shy to ask!”.

Little did (Y/N) and Max know, Billy was watching them. Billy knew (Y/N) was genuinely kind, but not that kind. It wasn’t necessarily cool to be seen with a middle schooler. He figured he wouldn’t look too much into it, but something about seeing (Y/N) with her, didn’t sit well with him. Billy gave Max a dirty look as she skated up to the camaro. “You're late again”, Billy started. “I had to get catchup homework”, Max stated. “Jesus! I don’t care- who was that girl you were talking to?”, Billy asked, even though he already knew who she was. “Just some high schooler- she offered to help me learn some skateboarding tricks' '. So she skateboarded too, huh? “That’s rich. Just, get in the car, will yah?”.

(Y/N) entered the door with a ‘skip in her step. She really needed a reason to lose herself, forget about the world around her. Tonight was going to be perfect for that. Expecting to be greeted by her mom, she noticed no one was there. She knew Dustin was heading to Mike’s right after school, ‘but her mom was nowhere to be seen. She probably had to work later hours again. ‘This meant she had the place to herself! (Y/N) still had a few hours before Billy picked her up. So she figured she’d get into her costume, and then fix herself something to eat.

The Sarah Connor costume was simple. Gray tank top, black jeans, sunglasses, a chunky belt and combat boots. (Y/N) already had all of this in her regular wardrobe, so it’d be a pretty easy costume. Of course she didn’t have a rifle to complete it, even though she could’ve asked Nance. She wasn’t about to show up to a house party with a gun. It would have been pretty cool though.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, clad in costume. Now it was time to remove her makeup and untame her curled hair. “Mr. Crowley” by Ozzy Osbourne was currently spinning on her “Blizzard of Ozz” vinyl. She mouthed her lips to the lyrics as she straightened her hair, her (Y/H/C) locks falling in straight whisps on her head. Replacing her once extravagant makeup with a more nude look, she looked at herself pleased.

A total badass look, you might say.

It was only 4:30, and Billy was coming over at 6 o’clock. She had way too much time to kill. Making her way to the kitchen, she scoped the fridge. Enough ground beef for two burgers, and she knew they had leftover buns. Maybe Billy would be hungry when he got there, and if she was making dinner for two- she didn’t want to start too early. So she’d head back to it in about a half an hour. Meanwhile a coca-cola would hold her down, she was pretty firsty.

(Y/N) now laid in her bed, bored. ‘Blizzard of Ozz was still playing, it just switched onto “Steal Away (The Night)”, her ears perked up to the upbeat tune. She couldn’t help but dance around, hopping happily on her bed as she belted the lyrics along with Ozzy. Pointing at the poster of him that was plastered on her wall, she shouted the chorus. It’d be pretty funny if Billy were to walk in on her singing her heart out, what would he think of that? She rolled her eyes at the thought, he’d probably think she was crazy. The song ended, turning to the next one. (Y/N) took this as her cue to start on dinner.

Flipping the patties in the pan, she sighed at the smell. She did cook a pretty ‘mean burger. Dustin loved when she made them, he always said the added rosemary was the perfect touch. (Y/N) grew up with her mother teaching her how to cook. Claudia Henderson had worked in a number of restaurants, usually in the kitchen or as a waitress. She now helped run a popular Inn a little outside of town, and it was her favourite place she’s ever worked in. (Y/N) probably figured it was a busy night, considering she didn’t come home at her usual hour.

5:45 and the burgers were ready and plated, the aroma running through the room. Billy was ‘going to be here soon, and she was giddy with excitement. Before she knew it, the bell rang. Fuck he was early. “Coming!” she called, slowly making her way to the door. ‘There he stood; a cocky grin on his face with his arm propped up on the door ledge. She took time to take in his minimal outfit, tight jeans & a leather jacket, no shirt. His abbs were on full display- (Y/N)’s mouth watered just at the sight of him. “See something you like, sweetheart?” he smirked. “Maybe-”, (Y/N) stammered. “It’s aight, I see something I like to,'' he whispered the last part into her ear, letting himself in.

“She cooks too? ‘I guess looks can be deceiving”, he motioned to the burgers. (Y/N) blushed, “I figured we could eat before we fill ourselves with alcohol”. They delved into the burgers, she couldn’t help but laugh when Billy moaned at the taste. “Darlin- I haven’t had a burger like this in awhile, ‘the ones down at Benny’s don’t hold anything on these”, he praised. “That must be a high compliment, because ‘Benny’s are pretty good”, she smiled at him. (Y/N) put the dishes into the dishwasher, quickly running to her room to grab her polaroid camera. “Where are you ‘heading princess?”, she’d never get tired of his little pet names. “I’m just grabbing my camera- I want to get some good shots tonight!”.

(Y/N) came back with her camera bag, a big grin on her face. “You ready to head out?”, he questioned. “Yeah, just let me get my jacket”, she took her jacket from the hook. “Ready”. He guided her to the camaro, opening the passenger door. Billy never opened the passenger door for girls! ‘(Y/N) really did something to him, huh? “Such the gentlemen”, she smirked. “Anything for you dollface”. He slid into the drivers side, placing his keys into the ignition. “Music?” she questioned, “Sure thing, feel free to look through the cassettes in the glove box”. She searched through the assortment of tapes, varying from Metallica, Def Leppard, RATT, Mötley Crüe, Hanoi Rocks, AC/DC and more. She settled on Hanoi Rocks’s, “Two Steps From The Move” album. It had just come out that summer, and it was one of her favourites. Not to mention she had a HUGE crush on Michael Monroe.

“Hanoi Rocks huh? I like your style”, he nodded in approval, till turning his eyes back on the road. “Got any specific fave tracks?”, (Y/N) questioned. “Track 8”. She was surprised he chose this one, considering it was one of the more “cheesy” songs. ‘It did have a pretty ‘rockin guitar riff in it though, she’ll give him that. Billy contentedly thumped his hands on the steering wheel, speeding up a bit. Rolling both of their windows down, (Y/N) was surprised to see him singing along to the lyrics. It was a bad attempt at a Finnish accent, sure, but it was still really cute. (Y/N) joined him, jumping in at the chorus. They banged their heads to the tune, continuously singing the lines. (Y/N) really felt alive in that moment. ‘She couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun, and they haven’t even gotten to the party yet.

They pulled up to Tina’s, teens were already rallying in. ‘It was going to be a wild night. Before Billy could open up his trunk to get the kegs, (Y/N) stopped him. She pulled out her camera, “Hargrove! Smile!”, she grinned, pointing the camera at him. ‘He rolled his eyes, posing for the picture. The photo was of Billy playfully doing the devil’s horns symbol, with his tongue stuck out. She giggled, “This is one for the board!”. “Well Hey Sarrah Conner- let me take a pic of you!”, he said, trying to grab the camera from her. She handed the camera to him, smiling that he remembered her costume name. Letting her sunglasses shade her eyes, ‘she smirked brightly at the camera, ‘Billy quickly snapping the shot. He handed the polaroid to her, she shaked it and placed it in her bag with the one she took.

Billy held one of the kegs while (Y/N) grabbed the other, walking into the crowded house. It was overwhelmingly loud. They could feel the heat coming off the numerous teenagers that littered the home, their bodies moving to the heavy beats of the stereo. Tina was in the kitchen, and had noticed the pair walk in. “Billy & (Y/N) are here with more kegs!”, she shouted, ‘causing the crowd to go wild. Someone had taken the one from her hands and motioned Billy to follow them into the backyard, leaving her alone. She grazed over the sea of teens, trying to spot anyone she knew. She noticed Steve and Nancy dancing freely in the living room, Nancy nursing a drink while Steve had a big smile on his face. She figured she’d grab some punch and then see what Billy was doing in the backyard, most likely a keg stand. He was the new ‘king after all, Tommy was probably expecting him to beat Steve’s record.

‘As luck would have it, she was right. She stood on the back porch with a cup of “pure fuel” in her hands, watching the teens crowd around him as he bent over the keg. They shouted various numbers, counting the seconds as he chugged down the beer. (Y/N) cheered with them, looking at him with bright eyes. His torso was glistening, beads of sweat running down his toned chest. Her cheeks flushed red just at the sight of him. The enthusiasm got louder as he finished the stand, spitting spews of beer out of his mouth. “That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!”, more cheers. Tommy passed him a cigarette and escorted him into the house, the gang shouting his name as Mötley Crüe’s, “Shout At The Devil” played on the speakers. Billy spotted her on the porch, grinning wildly at her. He shoved her into his side with his arm, hugging her tight. Tommy glared at the interaction. Never in her time with being friends with Steve has ‘Tommy liked her that much, and it seems things haven’t changed.

Typical Tommy.

(Y/N) was enjoying the feel of Billy's embrace a little too much. She knew he was already partially drunk, and she was feeling a nice buzz that she wasn’t planning on getting rid of anytime soon. Someone had to drive them home. ‘Tommy paraded them up to Nancy and Steve, (Y/N) wasn’t sure if it was to torchure her or show off Billy, probably both. ‘Billy and Steve stared each other down as if they were going to kill each other, it was really intense. Too intense for her liking. Still hooded under Billy’s arm, she shot Steve a sympathetic look. ‘As if to say ‘I’m sorry’ with her eyes. “We got ourselves a new keg king Harrington!”, Tommy declared. “Yeah eat it Harrington!”, another guy shouted. Somehow in ‘Billy and Steve’s stare down, Nancy had slipped away.

“You see Harrington- not only that, but I stole your girl away too”, Billy retorted. Oh shit- this wasn’t good. Steve glanced over at her, a nervous look in his eyes. “I don’t know what you're talking about man-”. How did Billy know about (Y/N)’s past feelings for Steve? “Well you see, this lovely lady under my arms thought the world of you, and frankly I- I just don’t see why! Point being, she has me now, you can go fetch that slut you settled for.” This interaction was making neither Steve nor (Y/N) happy, it left them feeling both angry and confused. Steve scoffed, chasing after Nancy. He was going to want to talk to (Y/N) about this later.

Steve really didn’t know what to make of what Billy had said to him. Mainly, it sounded like a warning; but he didn’t think Billy intended for it to be that. (Y/N) and him had been best friends forever, and even if he didn’t necessarily like Billy, there was no harm in her being friends with him, right? Though, something about what Billy said hinted that he meant more than just friends. Had (Y/N) liked him, loved him even? Was Steve really oblivious all these years- no, it couldn’t be. If he was being honest, he harboured a small crush on her in the beginning of middle school, but then Nancy came into his life. Nancy Wheeler hit him like a freight train right in the heart, and he then became a lovesick puppy. He couldn’t get enough of her. That’s when Steve began to realize, the jealous glances over the years, the slight distaste of Nancy that came off her.

But, why did it matter if (Y/N) loved him? He still had Nancy, or so he thought.

Tommy had left, leaving Billy and (Y/N) in the corner of the living room, an uncomfortable silence stirring between them. “Billy-how did you-“, she wondered in a whisper, but Billy cut her off. “You really don’t think Tommy would’ve told me? Besides, everybody knows”. She didn’t need to hear the last part. Besides, why did it matter if everyone knew- it didn’t matter to her anymore. “Does that bother you?”, she asked worriedly. Billy chuckled darkly.

“Darlin- you got nothing to worry about, I’m your new king now”.

Next thing she knew, they were on the dance floor. Billy had pulled her into the crowd of sweaty bodies, grinding on each other. Some people were making out, others chugging alcohol till they fell limp to the floor. She stared nervously at the rowdy teens, her body shaking. He noticed her agitation, placing a hand on her cheek, turning her to face him. He smelt of cheap beer and stale cigarette smoke, and a hint of cologne. She was caught with that intoxicating sensation again, making her hazy. His icy blue eyes peered into her (Y/E/C) ones, “Just feel the music princess- everything will be just fine”.

‘Their bodies moved comfortably against each other to ‘Billy Idol’s, “Flesh For Fantasy”. A perfect song choice in the moment. ‘(Y/N) was very much sober and very much aware of what was happening. Aware of Billy’s strong grip on her waist, aware of his hips moving against hers. Normally this would’ve been cutting close corners for her, but she was looking for an opportunity to lose herself. What better way than this? She ran her fingers through his thick blonde curls, her hips swaying a bit more. He sighed in contentment, making her shiver. His face was currently buried into her neck, placing soft kisses on her collarbone.

They continued their heavy sway for a while, Billy had started to form a hickey below her ear. She was definitely not going to be able to cover it up tomorrow, but she really didn’t care if people saw it- she wanted people to know that she wasn’t desperate. That she didn’t need Steve anymore. She wasn’t exactly sure what she meant to ‘Hargrove, but she knew that she wasn’t planning on leaving him anytime soon. (Y/N) felt him remove his lips from her neck, his hot breath waving over her. “Mhmm- left a pretty big mark sweetheart-“ he mumbled. She hummed in return, removing her hands from his hair.

The rest of the night consisted of more dancing, and Billy getting more intoxicated than he was before. Really drunk Billy- let’s just say it was quite the sight to see. He was a giggling mess, slurring his words and stumbling on his feet. “(Y/N)- has anyone ever told you-“ he hiccuped, “That you were gorgeous?”, another hiccup. She giggled at his comment, “Tons of people- but I bet no one sees me like you do huh?”, she supported him up against the kitchen counter. “Absolutely no one!” He cheered in a high pitch voice, damn he really was a mess. She tried to wrap his arm around her shoulders snatching his keys.”Hey- what are you doing?”, he gestured to the keys, “Getting you home-“, “Wait! Can we go to your house please?? I can’t wake up my dad letting him see me like this- he’ll kill me”, he pleaded. “Fine- just, try to be as quiet as possible, I got a sleeping family too”.

(Y/N) took him out of the house, nearly carrying him. She waved goodbye to a few mutual friends who were still conscious, muttering a soft “See y’all tomorrow, hope we aren’t all hungover”. This earned a few laughs from her classmates, bidding her and Billy a goodnight. Unlocking the passenger side to the camaro, she set Billy down lightly on the seat. “Being so ginger with me sweetheart- I’m not made of glass ‘you know”, he joked. “Whatever tough guy- let’s just get you to a bed, mhm?”. Placing her hands on the steering wheel, she realized she hasn’t driven a car since the summer, and a camaro is definitely nothing close to a station wagon. She took a deep breath- she could do this, no sweat. Besides, there was no way she could bring herself to ruin a car as beautiful as this one.

Billy must’ve passed out while they were driving, because when she pulled into her driveway, his eyes were sewn shut. She had to admit- he did look pretty adorable when he was sleeping. She tried to resist the urge to take a photo of him, but she couldn’t help herself. Pulling out her camera bag that was littered with pictures from tonight, she snapped a quick photo of him. The flash startled him, waking him up. “Sweetheart- were you taking photos of me in my sleep? That’s just creepy”, his voice was groggy. “How could I not when you were laying there looking like an angel?”, “Pfft- ‘darlin, I am a demon, Satan himself! ‘Ain’t no way I’m an angel!”, he scoffed.

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but Lucifer was once an angel”.

Fumbling with the keys to her front door while trying to help Billy regain his footing was hard. He was just about to lose consciousness again when she finally got the door open, it shouldn't have been as much of a challenge as it was- but Billy had a lot of weight to him. She didn’t notice the lights were still on till she saw her mom sitting in her reading chair, Mews on her lap and clad in a cat costume. Shit- what was she gonna say about this? “Oh! Mrs. Henderson- I see where (Y/N) gets all her good looks from!”, Billy squealed, “Ugh can it Billy! Mom I can explain-“ she shushed Billy, staring wide eyed at her mother. “Sweetie- you clearly had a wild night, just take this pound of muscle to your room, and we can talk about it while he crashes, okay?”- (Y/N) nodded quickly, dragging Billy to her room.

Billy flopped down on the bed, giggling wildly. “Honey! We’ve known each other for two days, don’t you think we ‘oughta know one another better before I sleep in your bed?”, (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the blubbering idiot. “This was your idea dumby! Just get under the covers and keep it shut, will you?”, she glared at him, closing the door and heading back to the living room.

“So no Steve, huh? He’s the one who usually spends the night”, her mom said softly. “Different reasons mom- I’m just trying to figure out who’s a bigger piece of work”, she huffed. “Well he’s quite the looker, ‘makes me wonder how you keep up with him”, Claudia smirked. “Mom! He’s new here- he just happened to notice me first”, (Y/N) blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Besides- what are you doing up so late?”, (Y/N) stared at the clock, “It’s nearly 1 o’clock”. “Busy night down at the Inn, just needed a little time to myself after Dusty went to bed”, she sighed, but (Y/N) knew she wasn’t finished. “Also wanted to see what mess you brung home, it’s always a new thing with you”, her mom laughed. “Billy’s- interesting, but I’m not sure, doesn’t seem like the most faithful type”, she sighed. “He may surprise you, and besides- if he hurts you he’ll have to suffer the wrath of your brother!”, Claudia giggled, smiling at her daughter. “Anyways- I’m gonna head to bed, early day at work tomorrow, you gonna go join the guy?”, she pointed down the hall. “Yeah yeah I’ll join the idiot in a second- just gonna get some water”, (Y/N) said tiredly.

Snuggling up on the couch, she sipped her water. The quietness was calming, the fact that everyone was at rest and she was the only one around southend her in a way. The fact that Billy was sleeping soundly in her bed, gave her a different feeling. Things with him- had gone by so quickly, and it was only just beginning. It was nice being with someone where the relationship had lasted longer than more than a few hours. Her past flames- had simply been one night stands, meaningless things to shy her away from Steve, but Billy was different. She actually liked him, and even though he came off as a jerk- he seemed really sweet on the inside. Though, she couldn’t help but wonder how Steve was feeling right now, the bomb had been dropped on him nearly two hours ago- it must be overwhelming to know your best friend was holding back feelings for so many years.

(Y/N) was just about to head to bed, till she heard a knock on the door. Who was here at this time of night? She opened the door slightly, and who she saw she didn’t expect. There Steve stood, his face red and puffy with tears in his eyes. His body was shaking, his shoulders were slumped over. He looked awful. “She- doesn’t love me- it’s bullshit! It was all bullshit!” He stuttered as his body continued to quiver. (Y/N)’s heart ached at his words, what had Nancy done this time? She didn’t know what to say, it’s not like she could’ve let him in. So, she just pulled him into a hug, “Steve-you can’t keep coming here like this- it’s not my job to fix you”, she tried to explain. “I know! I just don’t have anywhere else to go”, he cried. “I can’t tonight- it just isn’t the right time.” (Y/N) was attempting to tell him in the best way possible that Billy wasn’t there, but Steve caught on. “He’s here, isn’t he, Billy?”, Steve muttered angrily. “Out of all the guys in Hawkins- you chose him to get over me, that’s just flattering!” . Steve was making her feel sick, “Steve- I know you're hurting but you can’t take it out on me like that- it isn’t fair”, she pushed away from him. “I’ll talk about this with you tomorrow- when you're in the right state of mind, okay? Just please leave”, she pleaded. “Fine- I’ll see you tomorrow”, he breathed out harshly, walking back to his car.

She was on the edge of a breakdown, heart racing and choked up tears running down her face. This is not how she expected her evening to end- seeing Steve like that, broken and beaten again. (Y/N) thought she’d never live to see Steve crumble in her arms one more time- and with that she could’ve rested easy. At least she wouldn’t have to be alone tonight, she had someone waiting for her. Trying to stay quiet, she tiptoed down the hall. Opening the door, she walked in to see Billy sleeping soundly, the pink hue of her bedside lamp illuminating his features. She took notice of his leather jacket, jeans and boots scattered on the ground. That meant he was only in his boxers. Before joining him she slipped into an oversized AC/DC t-shirt and looked in the mirror, her hands grazing over the purple mark that had formed on her neck- the little bastard.

When (Y/N) laid in bed, even in his sleepy state Billy could notice the slight dip in the mattress. He groaned, “What took you so long…?”. (Y/N) chuckled softly at his tiredness. “Just an unexpected visitor, nothing to worry about”, she smiled reassuringly. “Well as long as you're okay, that’s all that matters”, he kissed her temple, pulling her into his chest. She snuggled into his side, sighing contentedly. She needed this. “Thank you”, she mumbled mindlessly. “For what sweetheart?”.

“For helping me start fresh”.

The couple held each other comfortably, sleep taking over them. (Y/N) rested her head on Billy’s torso, as he lazily made circles on the small of her back. Everything was blissful in that moment. Perfect. She’d deal with Steve tomorrow, for now, she had Billy Hargrove. Billy Hargrove with his strong hold and warm comforting body, Billy Hargrove who made her feel safe.

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pairing: dustin henderson/el hopper [henderhop] & mike wheeler/will byers [byeler] word count: chapter count: 1 of 2 summary: dustin never even considered that maybe he liked her as more than a friend. it’s el hopper. the chief's daughter. will’s sister. the coolest chick he’d ever known... the first person mike wheeler had ever loved. maybe the love of mike’s life. So... no. He didn’t like El. Not at all. Never even considered it.

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Will Byers liked to think he was observant. He noticed things that other people didn’t about his friends. Dustin was usually good at catching things with other people, and nobody knew Will better than Mike did. As they’d gotten older, it seemed that Lucas had gotten more and more oblivious to tells and subtle signs, but Will adored him anyway. Will could read everybody. He knew when El was having a bad day, when her sentences got shorter and stiffer. He knew when things weren’t good at home for Max, when she was sharper and meaner to Mike than usual. It used to bother Mike, until Will had explained his theory. Mike took it stride now, and he thought that maybe Mike and Max’s friendship was a little stronger now because of it.

Will was good at observing people, and he was pretty damn sure that Dustin Henderson had a crush on his sister.

He first noticed it at game night at Mike’s house about two weeks earlier. El always got excited about board games, especially checkers which she had always said was her favourite to play with Hop back in the cabin. Now, they rarely played checkers at game night because it was a two-player game (Will always offered to play whenever they went home, even though he’d never really been able to get the hang of the simple game) and it was supposed to be DnD night in truth. El hadn’t expressed that she was sad to not play checkers, because she’d understood, but Will had been able to tell. Before Will had had the chance to offer to play with El when they got home- because this was Mike’s first campaign since before the whole incident at Starcourt Mall, sue him for being excited- Dustin had jumped in and offered to sit out the game and play checkers with El.

Will had remembered thinking that was surprising, because the only person who had seemed more excited about Mike’s campaign than him had been Dustin. El had always been enthusiastic about DnD because it made her friends happy but she’d always gotten a little lost in the process, and Max had never played a Mike campaign before and had no idea what to expect. Lucas always got the same amount of excited for DnD. But Dustin and Will had been having long, overly excited conversations about this for weeks, since Mike had told them he was planning one, until Mike had gotten embarrassed and begged them to stop.

Yet here Dustin was- offering to skip out on the campaign he’d been so excited about- to play checkers with El. It had set instant alarm bells up in Will’s brain and he’d been watching them ever since. Noticing how Dustin would trade his Kool-Aid for El’s regular apple juice because El had tried Kool-Aid once and thought it was the most amazing drink, and Joyce never bought the fancy drink boxes. How Dustin would take the sit beside El without even seemed to think about it. How his cheeks would go bright red when El would laugh and squeeze his wrist.

After two weeks of careful watching, Will Byers came to a very serious conclusion. Dustin definitely had feelings for El, and he would never tell a soul about it. Will, albeit vaguely, remembered the time in eighth grade when Dustin and Lucas had both liked Max when she’d moved there. Will had- admittedly- had other things going on, and had missed most of the situation, but he still remembered how it had been after Lucas and Max had gotten together. The air of awkwardness that had settled over the Party, the way Dustin had pulled back. It had been the start of the falling out that Will had blamed on Mike, and it had taken Will a little too long to see that.

Given Mike and El’s history, Will knew that Dustin would never tell El about his feelings. Not when it had taken Mike so long to stop being a little dickhead about the whole thing. Mike had been going through something a lot deeper than just being dumped by his girlfriend, but without that extra information, to outsiders (anybody who wasn’t Will) it would’ve looked that way. The idea that Mike had been so in love with El would turn Dustin off completely. He’d never put the party at jeopardy.

Will Byers had never used to be a meddler, but maybe sometimes desperate situations called for desperate measures. But he couldn’t confront Dustin himself, no. That wouldn’t help anything.

Mike was laying across the mattress in New Castle Byers, comic book in hand and hair messed up from the wind. Will smiled for a moment, remembering the day in August when Lucas and Mike had showed up on his front porch with arms full of random tools and big grins on their faces, telling him they were rebuilding Castle Byers. It wasn’t the same, could never be, but Will liked this one just as much. Just differently.

“Mike.” Will called over to his best friend. He longed to use a more serious word, but he knew that Mike wasn’t ready for that. They’d had countless conversations about it, tearful and apologetic on Mike’s part, and utterly understanding on Will’s. He’d had a few years to fight with this himself (god, his own father had been shoving the thoughts into his head since he was a child) and Mike had had this thrust on him very unexpectedly. Will would happily give him the time he needed to be comfortable. At least he wasn’t suffering from a broken heart anymore, even if the waiting game got a little tiresome sometimes.

“Yeah?” Mike lowered the comic immediately, Will always quick to get his full attention. Will often wondered how it was nobody had figured them out yet. Will thought it must have been obvious, but Mike had always reminded him that you’ve always had my full attention, this isn’t anything new to people. And while Will would maybe argue the ‘always’ of it all, he couldn’t completely deny Mike’s point.

“I think Dustin likes El.” Will said, deciding to just rip the band aid off. He knew that Mike didn’t have feelings like that for El anymore, that Mike sometimes questioned if he had at all then shook himself off that road because he wasn’t ready for it, but Will still wasn’t completely sure how Mike would take that idea. “Like.... like likes her.”

Mike pulled a confused face, frowning and shaking his head slightly. “You... what?”

Will sighed and crawled up onto the mattress closer to Mike. They pressed together from shoulders to feet, and even though Will knew this moment wasn’t about them, he still felt a spark of excitement he always got from being so close to Mike Wheeler after so long of longing for it.

So he explained all his theories, everything he’d noticed and he watched it wash over Mike’s face slowly.

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Mike started watching them, too, after talking to Will. He couldn’t deny that he saw it, too. How Dustin would sometimes be looking at El when she wasn’t paying attention, and how when she’d turn to him, he’d just smile at her. How they’d huddle over El’s math homework, talking quietly, Dustin teaching her the highlighter method and getting her grades up. How when Dustin’s mom took him IKEA to get some sort of random furniture to take up space in their home, he’d bring her back a cinnamon bun because he knew she loved them, but didn’t bring anything to anybody else.

Mike had felt blind a lot in his life before. Mostly involving Will, or El, or sometimes his parents. He knew he wasn’t the more attentive person sometimes. Dustin had said it himself one time, sometimes you total obliviousness just blows my mind, but Mike didn’t think he’d ever felt quite so blind before. How had he not noticed this? How had he needed this spelled out for him?

Mike decided to act. Acting had always been the better action that sitting on his thoughts and letting them stew. The day he decided that yes, Dustin liked her, he walked up to the Party at their lockers and asked Dustin to hang out after school.

“Sure, Mike.” Dustin said immediately. “What are we doing? Did you want to go see the new movie that opened up?”

“No, uh-” Mike cleared his throat awkwardly. “I actually meant... me and you. Just me and you. I need to talk to you.”

A silence settled over the Party then, as everybody looked at Mike. Max raised one brow, while Lucas and El wore matching expressions of confusion. Will had a look of apprehension, like he still wasn’t sure what Mike planned to do, how Mike was reacting to this. Mike give Will- and Will alone- a reassuring half smile.

Dustin didn’t seem confused or concerned at all, he just nodded and gave Mike a big grin. “Sure, man. Sounds good.”

Mike and Dustin met up at the front of the school like they always did, getting onto their bikes but instead of following the others towards their houses, Mike ushered Dustin in the other direction. They kept the conversation light as they rode, and Dustin seemed grow a little more uneasy as it clicked with him where they going.

Once they reached the top of the cliff, they dropped their bikes and Mike walked towards the edge. Dustin hesitated back, and Mike waved him over. Dustin still didn’t go as close as Mike was. “I come here sometimes.” Mike admitted, and well that... that was something he’d never told anybody. “To think. Do you remember the day I jumped?”

“Yeah,” Dustin replied, voice cracking. “Yeah, don’t think I’ll ever forget that, man. El saved you, broke Troy’s arm. It was badass.”

Mike knew that wasn’t the only thing about that day Dustin would never forget, and wondered if Dustin had nightmares about it, too.

“That was day you were telling me that Lucas was jealous of me and El,” Mike continued. “You told me because Lucas was my best friend and I could only have best friend. I told you were wrong, that you were my best friend, and Will, too. And you were wrong.”

“I know Mike.” Dustin said with a nod and small smile. “We were stupid kids, that’s what I thought. I know it’s true, we’re all best friends.”

“You’re my best friend.” Mike turned to Dustin, who seemed startled by Mike’s deep seriousness.

“Yeah...” Dustin said slowly, concern growing over his face quickly. “You’re my best friend, too, man. Are you okay?”

Mike nodded and took in a deep breath. “You like El. You like like her. I know you do.”

Dustin finally looked confused. “What? No I don’t. Mike, that’s crazy. What the hell are you talking about? I don’t like El... like that. That’s weird, that’s... that’s wrong, I don’t...”

“Come on, dude.” Mike let out a little laugh. “Do you really not know? Think about it. You do.”

Dustin started shaking his head. “No, I- I don’t! I’ve never thought about... I don’t...” His mouth stayed open a little gaped and looked up at Mike with panic in his eyes. “Oh my God, I... I like El! Fuck!”

Mike nodded slowly, starting to smile, but quickly loosing the smile when it was obvious that Dustin’s panic was only growing stronger.

“Oh my God, Mike, I’m sorry!” Dustin started stammering. “Is that why you brought me out here, are you going throw me off the edge? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do anything I promise, I know you love her-”

Mike’s eyes widened comically and he reached out quickly to grab Dustin’s shoulders. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude! Breathe!” Mike shouted and waited for Dustin to finally calm himself slightly. Mike let out a chuckle. “I didn’t bring you here to kill you, man, come on. I think it’s... El and I aren’t a thing. I love her, but like... it’s not like that. Will and I, you know?”

The deeply confused and still slightly panicked look on Dustin’s face made it pretty clear that no, he didn’t know.

“We’re...” Mike cleared his throat. “Boyfriends... I guess.” Dustin’s eyes blew wide and Mike clapped a hand over Dustin’s mouth. “Shut up, shut up! I haven’t told anybody that, nobody knows! I haven’t even used the word boyfriend when talking to Will before so now I’m freaking out and we’re not talking about you so if you’re going to hate us or whatever, then just don’t tell me-”

Dustin stood there, one eyebrow raised until Mike lowered his hand and looked at him nervously. “I don’t hate you guys. We’ve defeated how many demons from other dimensions? I spend the night in an underground Russian lab! You and Will being queer, or whatever... that’s probably one of the least weird things to ever happen to our group.”

Mike let out a shaky breath he didn’t know he was holding. “And for what it’s worth... if El likes you back, I think... I think it would be nice if you were together. I do love her a lot, and you- I know you both would be good to each other.”

Dustin smiled little and kicked his toe into the dirt. “Thanks, Mike.”

“Yeah,” Mike nodded, smiling softly and blushing. “Uh. You, too.”

#henderhop #byeler #byler #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #my writing

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