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neonghostlights · 10 months

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hii, hope you're doing well! i CANNOT get this idea out of my head rn- i'm thinking that it's the night before the huge plan to take vecna down, the whole gang crashes at steve's for the night and eddie and the reader have to share a bed. enemies to lovers, where the reader has a nightmare since they've been cursed by vecna, eddie comforts them and maybe more? idk, i just would like to see how this plays out! love ur work sm 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hiiii love ❤️ I’m doing well and I hope you are too! I love some enemies to lovers and a one bed trope! (I didn't add smut I'm sorry)

Warnings: Nightmares, Vecna Curse, Brief mention of strangulation, I feel like this is kind of sad when you think about what happens the next day in Volume 2, 18+ only

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Sweet Dreams

“I am not sharing a bed with Eddie Fucking Munson,” you spat.

You had been relatively cool since you found out you had been cursed by Vecna. You even kept your cool when assisting with the grand theft auto, harboring a fugitive, and the near drowning when you jumped into Lover’s Lake after Steve after he got sucked into the upside down.

The stolen RV was now hidden in the woods near Steve’s house. All of the weapons purchased from The War Zone put together and ready to go for the battle tomorrow. Steve, Nancy and Robin would all go and kill Vecna. Dustin and Eddie are in charge of distracting the rabid killer bats. You, Lucas, Erica, and Max will be at the Creel house letting you slip into a trance to distract Vecna so that the rest of the group could end him.

What could go wrong?

Steve huffed, pinching his fingers on the bridge of his nose. He should have known you would put up a fight over this.

“Listen, the kids are all passed out in the basement. Nancy is passed out on the couch. Robin is already asleep in my bed. That means you have to room with Eddie,” Steve explained as calmly as possible.

“Why don’t you sleep with Eddie?” You asked. “I’ll go snuggle up with Robin instead.”

“Because I had to watch you last night to make sure you didn’t get Vecna’d and I’m so tired. I can’t trust myself to wake up if something happens. Eddie’s the only one awake enough to keep an eye on you.”

You tapped your foot. Who knew being cursed by Vecna was such a pain in the ass.

You definitely didn’t want to spend the last possible night of your life with Eddie Munson. You didn't remember when this back and forth between the two of you started. Maybe when you both had Ms. O'donnell's class for third period last year and you bitched him out for always tapping loudly. Or before that when you accidentally stole his Dnd props because you thought they were for the school play. You would think trying to save the world together would call for a truce. But he was still just as annoying as ever, always choosing you out of the whole group to pick on.

“Just please?” Steve pleaded.

You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest. Steve really was tired and you could see the seams cracking from where he was barely holding it together. No one should have to stay strong for as long as he has.

“Fine. But if he gets on my nerves I’m smothering him with a pillow,” you sighed.

“Maybe I’m into that,” Eddie chimed in, peeking his head out from the staircase. He had probably been listening the whole time. He scurried back up the stairs when he caught the angry look on your face.

Steve winced when he heard you grind your teeth.

At this point you were just going to turn him into the police yourself. But then Dustin would be mad at you and didn’t want to hear about how you ruined his friend's life for the rest of your life. Even if the rest of your life might only be a day.

“Alright. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning!” Steve said before he made his escape.

You rolled your eyes, groaning as you went up the stairs.

You pushed open the door to Steve’s parents' room. A large bed sat in the center of the room with expensive, shiny bedding. The room was dimly lit by the few lamps that sat on the side table and dresser.

Eddie laid face down in the center of the bed.

“Hell no. Move,” you instructed, smacking the back of his head with a pillow.

Eddie turned his head, peeking up at you through his disheveled hair. He wore a pair of Steve’s sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt, also Steve’s.

“I’ve been spending my nights in the boathouse and Rick’s crusty bed. Let me enjoy this,” he whined.

You almost felt bad for him. Almost.

He did have a rough time this past week. He’s been framed by a murder that he didn’t commit and hunted like a criminal by people in this town. He barely ate, slept, or showered the whole time he was hiding. Being here must be like being at an all inclusive spa resort.

You chewed your lip. “Why can’t you sleep on the floor or something?”

“Are you kidding? This bed is big enough for the both of us. Come here and make yourself comfortable. I don’t bite,” Eddie said with a wide, toothy grin. He scooted over some and patted the spot beside him.

You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath, and laid down in the bed. The sheets were warm and soft. The comforter was heavy enough to feel like an embrace. It wouldn’t take long for you to fall asleep here, even if your company wasn’t ideal.

“See,” Eddie spoke up. “It’s not so bad.” He shimmied his butt against the mattress obnoxiously.

You yawned, turning to face away from him. Neither of you turned the lamps off, having seen enough this past week to scare you away from the dark forever. No more horror movies for you.

All you heard was, “Goodnight,” before you drifted off into the darkness.

A warm hand cupped your face. “Hey. It’s just a nightmare. Wake up.”

You pushed away from the hand, sitting up in the bed with a gasp. Eddie sat beside you, the blankets pooled at his waist as he stared at you with worried eyes.

You gasped for air, grabbing at your throat. The dream had felt so real. It felt like you were actually being strangled by vines.

You dropped your head between your knees, trying to calm the whooshing of your blood in your ears.

Pressure on your back had you jumping with a yelp.

Eddie shushed you, his hand rubbing up and down your back in a soothing way. “I’m sorry. It’s just me. Are you okay?”

You nodded wordlessly, keeping your head down. You hadn’t wanted anyone to see you like this, especially not Eddie. You didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of him.

“I’ll be right back,” he announced before jumping out of bed quickly. You didn’t have the chance to ask him where he was going before you heard him running down the stairs. You felt yourself missing the way his hand felt against your back. His absence hit you harder than you expected.

He burst back in a minute later with a glass of water in hand and handed it to you. He stood by your side of the bed watching you gulp it down.

“You don’t have to hover. I’m fine,” you croaked out. You swore you could still feel the pressure around your neck.

Eddie sat on his side, still keeping a worried eye on you.

You looked over to the clock on the table beside you. It had only been thirty minutes since you fell asleep and there was no way you’d be able to doze off again with your adrenaline rushing like this.

You laid back, staring at the ceiling.

“You wanna talk about it?” Eddie asked, lying beside you closer than he was before.

“Talk about what? The fact that I’m probably going to be dead in less than 24 hours? Or the fact that I can’t even sleep because everytime I do that creep invades my dreams?” You complain.

“Alright, then let’s talk about something else. Do you want to play twenty questions?” Eddie finally asks after a moment of silence.

You thought for a second. There was no way you were going back to that awful dreamland tonight.

“Fine. You go first,” you said, picking at your cuticles to avoid looking at him.

“What’s your favorite color?” Eddie asked.

“I don’t have one,” you admit. You always hated this question. Your indecisiveness could never let you choose just one. “I can guess yours is black though.”

Eddie snorted. “Actually it’s blue and that wasn’t a question.”

You looked back up at the ceiling thinking for a moment. “How many times have you been in trouble? Not including right now.”

“You’re going to have to narrow that one down or we’ll be here all night,” Eddie said with a laugh.

“Okay, how many times have you been to detention?”

Eddie hummed a tune while he counted on one hand and then the other. “This year? About fifteen times. I’ve had a good year,” he finally says, looking proud of himself.

“Fifteen times?” You gasp in shock, turning onto your side so you can face him. He was already facing you so it brought you closer than you expected.

“About twelve of those times are because of Ms. O'Donnell,” he admitted.

You groaned. “Oh that’s not surprising. I hated her last year.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Eddie said, surprising you.

“Why?”

“Because you were such a goody two shoes in her class! You got me sent to detention at least once!”

Your mouth popped open. “I did not!”

“Yes you did! Remember when you tripped over my shoe and you thought I did it on purpose?” He pressed.

“Because you did do it on purpose! You hate me!” You exclaimed.

“I would never do that and I do not hate you,” he admitted in a low voice.

Your breath stuttered at the way his change in emotion caught you off guard.

“Oh,” is all you said under your breath.

“Do you hate me?” Eddie questioned, voice still low. If it had been so silent in the house you would have never heard him.

You thought about it for a second. Sure, Eddie was annoying sometimes. He was loud. He always had his things everywhere. But he was also kind and understanding. He was funny and unapologetically himself at all times. He took care of the freshmen like they were his own family and shielded them from bullies. He was willing to stay up during the night and watch you even though he had barely slept all week, even when he was questioning if you hated him or not.

“No,” you answered honestly.

Eddie smiled softly at you; his full lips spreading across his face. You didn’t realize how close you two had shifted together while talking but it gave you an up close view to Eddie. You didn’t think that many people got to see him like this without his leather jacket and scary words. You had never noticed how long his eyelashes were before or how they framed his brown eyes perfectly. I made you jealous that someone could just walk around looking so pretty all of the time.

Eddie Munson was pretty, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. It was frightening how pretty he was like this, with his hair sprawled around his face and his arms bare and clutching the blankets but also how pretty he was even when he was dressed in leather and headbanging to a guitar solo. How had you never stopped and noticed before?

“You look like you’re thinking a lot over there,” Eddie said.

You shrugged with the shoulder you weren’t lying on. “Just realizing some things.”

“It’s about time,” Eddie said, leaning in closer. His eyes searched your face, checking to make sure you were on the same page as him.

“Yeah, it is about time,” you whispered, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. Eddie groaned under his breath as your lips moved together. Slow and soft under the yellow light that spilled from the lamps.

When you finally separated, Eddie didn’t let you get far. He held a hand out, pulling you close to his chest. You could hear the way his heart pounded strong and fast through the thin t-shirt he wore. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought he had just ran a mile.

You smiled into his shirt, letting his warmth surround you. You felt your eyes start to get heavier.

“I don’t want to fall asleep,” you muttered.

“If you do, I'll be right here. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he replied, running his hand over your shoulder lightly.

“You promise?” You asked, already drifting off.

“I promise. Sweet dreams,” he said softly as you fell asleep.

You did have sweet dreams lying in Eddie’s arms that night. It was a precious break until you had to go through the earth-shattering nightmare of the next day.

#eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson request

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thestobingirlie · 19 days

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Stancy antis need to stop using "he couldn't remember Nancy's favourite song" as an argument for why Steve 'doesn't deserve' Nancy.

1, favourite songs change. They haven't spent a lot of time together for over a year at the time of s4. That is plenty of time for a favourite song/ band/ artist to change with new releases and new artists coming onto the scene. And tastes change. She could have been into top 40 pop, or rock, or she might have got into the punk music that Jonathan listened to.

2, he never said anything about the music. He didn't make any indication to whether or not he knew what her favourite songs were. He called her name, begged for her to wake up, and shouted for the others to hurry up.

3, him knowing her favourite song didn't really matter that much. Because they were limited to whatever music was available in Eddie's trailer. Eddie was a metalhead and Wayne was an older man, so chances of there being anything to Nancy's music taste were slim. Even if Steve knew it, they probably didn't have it, and they didn't have time to get it. So it wouldn't have helped anyway.

And it's almost always ronance stans that argue this point. Sure Robin was trying to find music that could help Nancy, but Steve was too busy staying with Nancy, making sure she wasn't getting all broken up and dying a painful death. What else was he supposed to do? Leave her all alone in the Upside Down while under Vecna's curse so no one knew how she was?

people are seriously using that as an argument lmao? if you asked me at gunpoint what my favourite song was, i couldn’t tell you, let alone my loved ones

we all know that if steve truly loved nancy he would’ve been keeping her favourite tape up his ass, ready at all times in case nancy suddenly got vecna’d 🙄🙄

(also. kinda ridiculous for r/nancers to use this anyway because robin didn’t fucking know nancy’s favourite song either and she’d looked through nancy’s tapes, like, the day before.)

#stancy #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stranger things #anti ronance #asks #anon

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aemiron-main · 2 years

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MICHAEL WHEELER YOU BETTER WATCH OUT YOUR ASS IS GETTING VECNA’D ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

LOOK AT THOSE TWO UPSIDE-DOWN BOXES OF PLASTIC WRAP. they may seem like nothing, but when you look closely, not only are they both upside-down, but they also both have “100″ written on them- but wait, what’s 100 written upside-down? 001. Henry/Vecna. and they’re RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS FACE LIKE YKNOW EXACTLY WHERE VECNA GRABS PEOPLE WITH HIS FREAKY DEATH CLAWS

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #mike wheeler i know what you are #mike gets vecna'd

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blueeandyellowmakesgreen · 2 years

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kicking my feet grinning like a maniac imagining a mike gets vecna’d scenario ahahaha

imagine mike sobbing, screaming, and desperate for someone to hear him to get out of his trance but all hes greeted with is the sound of his own voice echoing back at him. he retreats to a recluse place in the UD covering his ears as he hears demobats near his proximity, shaking like a leaf and whimpering to himself ‘get it together, wheeler. this isnt real.’’ he considers thinking about a light memory like what lucas told him how max did. then he thinks. when was the last time he even felt… safe? his household is hopeless. school is living hell, so screw that.

so he thinks of eddie and hellfire. it works, and he stays for a while, because it truly was the lightest he’s been. he lives the memory and plays the game like he remembered it. not until the memory gets distorted, knowing eddie died and his friend’s corpse starts rotting in front of him. with a distorted voice he screams in desperation, ‘’where were you mike?’’. clearly he couldnt have done more. but mike always prided himself of being the leader, the protector. the.. heart. that’s who he was supposed to be. and knowing eddie led himself to a sacrificial death made him feel worse.

mike runs away from the memory. new plan, he thinks of the party instead. lucas, dustin, max, el…

.. and will. mike feels himself smile at the mention of his name to himself.

okay. it was working. no sense of dread so far, just happy memories. he jumps to the memory with lucas. it was a memory of them fighting for an orange popsicle when they were younger. after a while, lucas stares at him, giving an unreadable look.

‘’youre a bad friend mike.’’

‘’w-what?’’ young mike stutters. present mike feels himself ask the same thing.

‘’you stole my popsicle.’’

young mike laughs nervously. ‘’hey i won it fair and square!’’

lucas continues staring, making mike feel more uneasy. ‘’look. we could always buy you another-‘’

‘’how many times are you going to let me down? i lost count at this point, you know. and knowing in the future, you dont go to my game? you knew it meant the world to me mike, and yet you dont care. all you did was go against me, and you never support me. what kind of friend does that?’’ young lucas steps closer to young mike, every word penetrating more and more as lucas pokes his chest harder until he falls to the ground. as young mike looks up, young lucas is replaced with older lucas in his basketball uniform.

‘’yeah mike, what about me?’’

mike hears a voice from behind and its older dustin. ‘’you clearly dont give a shit about me either. you didnt even bother to look or ask where i was when i was gone with steve, even after days. i could have been DEAD but all you cared about was being with your stupid girlfriend. leader of the party, my ass.’’

all mike could do was whimper. he never felt so cornered in his life. ‘’d-dustin i said i was sorry about that..’’ his voice comes out weak and croaked.

‘’im glad you ignored me, mike.’’

he turns again, and this time will is in front of him. sweet, lovely will. his best friend, the one who could never do him wrong. ‘’im glad you ignored me. because of that, i realized im better off without you.’’

mike feels his words like a knife stabbing through him each time. ‘’will? y-you don’t mean that..’’

‘’i do. when i moved to lenora, i felt so much better without you. i made new friends who cared about me. i felt free, and i didnt think of you once. i even met someone! now i have someone i can dedicate my art for. because let’s face it, that painting was not worth the effort. why would i waste my talent on you?’’

mike reaches out for will, desperate. ‘’will, please. im so sorry. i know i’ve been nothing but an asshole but i promise, it’s not you, it was never you! it- it was just.. i..’’

‘’you dont love me, mike.’’

mike flinches at the voice behind him. ‘’el.. of course i love you! i always had; i told you, remember?’’

‘’no… you could never love me.’’

‘’i do! i said it, didn’t i?!’’ mike yells, maybe too loud. he looks around, his friends surrounding him. they all look down at him with shame in their eyes. mike was still on the ground. ‘’i do love her!’’ he yells again..even if no one was asking him to affirm it.

dustin leans to him. ‘’i dont believe you. i dont trust you. your phrase ‘friends don’t lie means nothing when all youve done to us is lie.’’

‘’it’s..’’ el’s gentle voice begins.

‘’..bullshit.’’ lucas finishes with venom in his words.

‘’what are you hiding?’’

mike’s pupils shrink.

lucas leans down mockingly, joining dustin. ‘’yeah, mike. what are you hiding?’’

‘’guys, im sorry…’’

‘’mike, please tell me what you’re hiding.’’ el walks closer, surrounding mike more and more.

‘’tell us what youre hiding!’’ lucas and dustin chorused. as their voices adjoin, mike and will make eye contact.

will simply walks away from the scene, not bothering to even say a goodbye.

‘’im sorry, i…! i cant.!! i cant…Will…!!’

mike pushes past the three and runs to will. but the more he ran, the farther will seemed to be. he screams for will’s name until his voice hurt, running until his legs give out and reaches out. his vision blurs to will’s figure being shrunk to a speck, as several echoes taunt him. will disappears from his line of sight, and mike collapses on his knees. he screams of frustration. his screams then led to fits of crying. his shoulders shake with his head buried under his arms. mike slams his fist over and over on the cold slimy ground he finds himself in and wraps his hands around his hair, pulling on it harshly. he just lost his best friend. the one he loved.

and it was all his fault.

#byler #yes im insane yes its 4am and i cant sleep so i wrote a mini byler fic oops.#writing

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newronantic · 2 years

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BYLER FICS

ayo its been a while but we got a new hyperfixation + covid is kicking my ass so lets fucking do this also this was supposed to be general stranger things fics but i have byler brainrot lol youve been warned

let’s hear it for the boys by andiwriteordie

mama said you can’t hurry love - Will and Mike throughout the years, told through the eyes of Joyce Byers

the winner takes it all - Robin and Steve start a betting pool on when Will and Mike will finally get together, and it eventually spreads to the entire party

rule of threes - Four times the members of the Party realized they were Mike and Will's third wheel, and one time Mike and Will realized it for themselves.

a very murray mistletoe - The one in which Murray finally has a chat with Will and Mike.

don’t you forget about me - The members of the party go to college, and Mike struggles with change, being away from everything he's ever known, and the fear of losing the people he loves.

and i get the joy of rediscovering you - how Mike falls in love with Will over the years.

so i showed up at your party - Mike throws Will a birthday party while their friends are home on spring break. Naturally, drunken shenanigans occur.

The Red Envelope by midnighteverlark

When Will needs to get his thoughts out of his head, he writes a letter he never intends to send. He addresses it to Mike, and tells him everything. He forgets all about the letter, and the distinctive red envelope he stowed it in, until he turns around to find it missing. Now, Will has to think of some way to stop Mike from reading that letter - or should he wait at Castle Byers on Saturday at 2:00pm and pray for a miracle?

The Unmarked Mixtape by midnighteverlark

The impossible happened: Will asked Mike to be his boyfriend. Even stranger? Mike said yes. That's how it started. A letter, an accidental confession, a Saturday afternoon. And that? That was the easy part. Now, what they do - what they are - is secret. Because if anyone finds out... they don't even want to imagine. But they try not to focus on that. They're busy, after all, trying to navigate this new relationship. Kisses, dates, prom, couples' quarrels. And in the meantime, Will has a problem on his hands; a power he needs to learn to control, before it blows up in his face. It's a crazy end to their school year - but there's more going on behind the scenes than they realize.

It’s just polyester. by mayfixlds, okwillthewise

Will gets a boyfriend and Mike gets jealous.

You gave me your sweater. by mayfixlds, okwillthewise

Two boys navigating their way through life and love.

Come to California, Be A Freak by crow_of_crimes

Mike and Max run away to California together in hopes of finally confessing their feelings to Will and El.

The 5 People Will Byers Came Out To by soidade

Five separate scenes of Will coming out for the first time.

Another Love by Youngcreature28

Volume 2 fix-it fic including the one-bed trope, Will getting Vecna’d and a rain fight & kiss.

Argyle’d by whyamistillwritingpages

You’ve heard of Byler getting Murray’d, now get ready for an extremely high Argyle who doesn’t realize the two aren’t already together to do the exact same.

darling, you got to let me know (should i stay or should i go?) by andiwriteordie

Mike gets Vecna’d

oh can’t you see you belong with me? by andiwriteordie

Mike gets Vecna’d (again)

sleepless nights, losing ground, i’m reaching for you by andiwriteordie

Ok ok but this time Mike and Will BOTH get Vecna’d

the first. by andiwriteordie

A series of "firsts" in Mike and Will's friendship, over the years.

Mike Wheeler and the Laws of Motion by queer_we_are

Will comes out as gay, and this is a surprise to no one except for Mike. Mike deals with his myriad of thoughts and feelings about this shocking revelation mainly through math metaphors, because of course he does.

Two Idiots Take Way Too Long to Get Together: A Story in Letters by queer_we_are

A week after their wedding, Will and Mike Wheeler-Byers are opening their wedding gifts. They open one present that has them taking a trip down memory lane...

i think we’re alone now by friendstolovers

In which Will has a love bite, the Party freaks out about it, and Mike is jealous of himself.

break their bounds by scorchstorm

Several snapshots of mike and will’s relationship, through the good and the bad.

can’t hold out forever by scorchstorm

Five times that others noticed how mike felt + the one time that will did.

help me hold onto you by scorchstorm

mike falls apart one drunken night. will helps piece him back together.

I Never Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels by orphan_account

Wherein Mike believes he’s being obvious, Will doesn’t know what he believes, and the pair of them could use a lesson or two in effective communication. Somehow all of this has both nothing and everything to do with five years' worth of school dances.

Love, Mike by Youngcreature28

Or the one where Mike is a jealous, clingy, horny little shit the whole time, has to watch as Will is taken by Vecna, twice, and comes to realise that he may have been in love with his best friend the whole time. It sure would explain a few things.

i ain’t gotta tell him, i think he knows by nxncywheelcr

The “Get Mike and Will Together Mission.” The Quintessential Quartet (another Dustin nickname) had finally decided enough was enough, and planned to get them the fuck together.

Will’s not so Secret Admirer by lgheartofglass

In which Will keeps getting flirty notes from a secret admirer...

Will’s not so Secret Boyfriend by lgheartofglass

Mike and Will decide to keep their relationship a secret... But it doesn't go as planned.

a game of truths by RomeoWrites

“Tell me something that you’ve never told me before.”

a three-step plan to make will byers fall in love by RomeoWrites

The party concocts a three-step plan to get Will Byers to fall in love assuming, of course, that he hasn’t already.

The Screw Ups - Byler by zombiewheeler

We follow mike wheeler and will byers through friendship, love and hurt.

Jealousy (turning saints into the sea) by wasabi8000

The one where Mike finally gets jealous.

Pair of Abnormalities by AwkwardDinosaur

After having combatted Vecna and the Upside Down, Mike Wheeler assumed that his emotional turmoil would finally be put to rest. However, with Will wanting to be more open about their relationship with their friends, where does that leave Mike? Is his fear of telling others rooted in a closeted mindset, or does it come from something far deeper than that?

i’m tearing you asunder by smoosnoom (moonsooms)

The world ends, and then some. Mike and Will find each other again, amidst the debris and distance.

Camaraderie and Catharsis by Dragonboy7

After a year of his friends constantly asking Will about his secret “girlfriend,” Will decides to finally say something. He’ll gladly tell everyone - if they agree to help him set up a surprise for their one year anniversary. What Will does not mention, however, is that this mysterious “girlfriend” is not exactly a girl. Oh, and he’s in the Party.

Prompts by teej_318

A bunch of short one-shots that i’m too lazy to link individually

the worst thing about being honest by quietforasecond

Mike keeps falling asleep, Will can’t stop hacking up flowers, and everyone is suddenly great at giving advice.

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glassloki · 2 years

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The Duffers framing Eddie as a coward is so fucking laughable to me. Like this man is going about his business, living a relatively normal life, and then all of a sudden he sees this girl he’s known since middle school start levitating and getting all of her bones broken and her eyes are pulled from her head. The lights are flickering, Chrissy clearly isn’t capable of communicating with him, she’s dying, and he has no clue what’s going on but this is happening in his trailer and whatever did that to her might just be waiting to do it to him too. So he runs. Because of course he fucking runs. What else was he meant to do? What else would any sane fucking person do? And then he hides, because obviously that’s his only option. He’s not a coward for not wanting to be arrested for a crime he didn’t commit, and for all he knows he might still be hurtling toward the same fate as Chrissy.

And this whole time he keeps talking about the fact that he’s a coward, he’s not a hero. Eddie Munson, a hero? Like it’s this impossible, unthinkable thing and no one corrects him. But you can’t fucking convince me that Eddie Munson was ever a coward. You spend the majority of season 4 telling everyone how much of a freak Eddie is, how everyone knows it. You establish that he’s apparently had problems with Jason before the beginning of the season. People know of Eddie (or Eddie “The Freak” Munson), even if they’ve never met him. You cannot convince me he wasn’t getting bullied out of his fucking mind. You cannot convince me he hasn’t been in countless fights over it. You cannot convince me that he’s spent his whole life hiding from and fearing the people that bully him only to shout insults at them across the cafeteria from the top of a lunch table. Eddie isn’t afraid of Jason or his goons until they’re literally hunting him down to kill him. Again, something he should be afraid of. Eddie’s an idiot but he’s not stupid. He runs when running is the right thing to do. He ran when Chrissy got Vecna’d. He ran when Jason and his gang found his hideout. Because the only alternatives were being arrested or beating up/being beaten up and possibly murdered by a bunch of teenagers.

Eddie copes with the existence of the upside down and Vecna within a day. He dives down through watergate to save a couple of people he barely knows, fights off a bunch of demobats, sees things that should make any normal person go at least a little insane and still feels enough like himself to crack jokes and give Steve relationship advice.

And yeah, Eddie isn’t fearless. He’s screaming and cussing and complaining throughout the entire thing but he’s also fighting throughout the entire thing. And he didn’t just start fighting when he jumped in the lake. He was fighting his whole life because he was different and he didn’t stop fighting until he fucking died.

Eddie Munson was not a coward.

TL;DR: Eddie wasn’t a coward. The Duffers are cowards. They pull a generic, sad character arc out of their asses with a new character each season that was literally just designed to make us feel something when they die because they’re too weak to kill off any big characters. That’s the only reason they made Eddie seem like a coward, so he could sacrifice himself and it would hopefully trick us into thinking he had a meaningful arc that made sense. Fuck it.

#really tired of writers cockroachifying my characters #better stop before I get even more incoherent #rant #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #lazy fucking writing #The Duffers wrote all of this and then chose to ignore it because who cares that much about a minor character right?#a lot of people apparently #not loki

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nadia-zahra · 2 years

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St5 byler speculation

This is some st5 speculation based off of will and mike’s last heart to heart in st4.

This is the scene I’m referring to btw:

First things first I just have to say that the Duffer brothers have said (don’t know if they were lying or not) that we would be able to figure what happens in season 5 from what’s given to us in 4. Ok now for the actual theorizing:

The first thing that happens is Mike tells Will him and El aren’t speaking and haven’t really spoken much since the love confession. Obviously this means El and Mike are still going to have relationship problems in season 5, but more importantly this means that El is definitely done with Mike’s bullshit. I’m assuming them not talking, even after Mike said ily in that horrendous monologue, that El is going to break up with him. Maybe she’s not breaking up with him because of his inability to say I Love You. Cause I mean literally this whole season was about that and we do get mike saying ily in the love confession. maybe its because her new sense of independence let’s her know she doesn’t need Mike’s (or anybody’s) opinion of her to make her feel good ab herself. And also she probably feels like she needs to focus on Max and Vecna but that’s for a whole other day lol.

Second thing that happens is Mike and will sitting down on the couch; this is where the rest of their convo happens. Now a lot of people have pointed out that the couch is upside and this could mean that Mike and Will will be in the upside for the next season. However, I would like to add this: Mike is the first one to sit on the couch…Mike is the first one to end up in the upside down. Will follows him onto the couch, and has to put the cushion down to sit…Will chooses to go into the upside down to save Mike. I think if Mike is the first to end up in the UD, then he is getting Vecna’d. That’s really the only plausible reason why he would be in there since there are no more gates. The Duffer brothers have said that st5 is going to circle back to st1 and it’s going to have a lot of the same character pairings. Wouldn’t it be crazy if instead of Will being lost in the upside down, it was Mike, and instead of Mike looking for Will, ITS WILL LOOKING FOR MIKE. i wouldn’t think, if this is true and Mike does get stuck in the ud, that they’d have him in there for a week considering most seasons have been set within a weeks time span. But the idea of them flipping they’re dynamic from season one is chef’s kiss.

Moving on to the third thing: lighting. Will is bathed in sunlight and Mike is pretty much in the shadows—except when he grabs to will. There’s dozens of analyses on the lighting in this shot, and I don’t really want to resay what’s already been so heavily spoken on. But I will say this as my own little spin on the lighting’s meaning: what if the light being almost like a spotlight on Will means that he is going to be the one to save the day? I mean think about it like this. In media and literature, there’s always a parallel between good and bad and light and dark. If Will does chase mike into the ud, or is trying to save him, Will would be mike’s light in the darkness. Mike is shown all the way out of the light, it actually kinda looks like Finn was told to position himself out of it. This could mean that Mike is stuck in that negative ass headspace while in the ud, he’s going to struggle with not letting Vecna get him. But Will is his light, and just like in this scene, mike will reach out for that light. For the goodness that will save him from being vecna’s next victim. You can also note how Mike’s grip on this scene is extremely tight (ik Noah’s shoulder must’ve hurt after that lol) and a lot of bylers have used that as byler evidence, but I’m going to use the death grip he gives as symbolism for him reaching out to Will for safety for dear life.

Fourth thing: Will talking ab his connection to Vecna. He hasn’t been in Hawkins for even a day and it has all flooded back to him. The being able to see through Vecna’s eyes, hear his thoughts, feel his presence. The connection is just as strong (if not stronger) than before he left. If Will ends up in the ud looking for Mike, this will obviously play a disgustingly huge role. I mean I can see us getting scenes where Will is talking to Vecna through his mind, getting a zoom in on the back of Will’s neck and then HEARING VECNA TALK TO WILL, and just so much more. Like can we pleaseeeee get Will doing a full on Harry Potter v. Voldemort battle?? This isn’t even me speculating that this is me wishing. Oh and I am going to make a post regarding the parallels between Will and Harry because everyone loves doing it with El but I feel there’s so many more with Will it’s insane. I have completely gotten off track let’s move on.

Idk what number we’re on now, but I was rewatching the clip and forgot to discuss them talking ab el. Now there are a lot of things through out the season that point to el not defeating vecna, and it being someone else (I will also be doing a post ab the d&d game because HOLY SHIT does it have some juice to it) but when talking about specifically this scene, mike says that she’s never lost like this before. Ok actually I’m going to have to rope in the d&d game a lil bit for this to make sense. So in the d&d game Eddie explains how vecna has returned from the dead even tho it was believed he was killed. We end st4 with everyone thinking Vecna is dead (dare I add how both in the d&d game he is missing a left arm and in the fight between him and the three older kids Nancy and robin both aim for his left arm). But in the game we watch a bunch of players die (to reassure those who think I would say st5 everyone is going to die but two people, no. That is absurd) and they’re left with only two chances to kill vecna. it’s not the 11 that kills him it’s a 20. Going back to this scene with mike and will (I am sorry for how messy this paragraph is it’s 1am and I’m just waiting for my goddamn script) Mike says El’s never lost like this. We can parallel El to the person that had supposedly tried to kill vecna but didn’t. Then Will goes on to say “she’ll have another chance” mike says “let’s hope not”. Now, this is kind of reaching but I think this scene with mike and will in regards to el is solidifying the idea of El not saving Hawkins. If the d&d game is true, and it’s not 11 but 20 (I have searched throughout this entire fucking season for even an inkling of a 20 being even AROUND a character but no hope so far) then mike saying, after Will says she has another chance, “let’s hope not” could be the writers telling us “El isn’t going to be the hero”. Also love that Will goes into brother mode when Mike talks ab her doubts, he is such a lovely brother.

Final thing I noticed: mike repeating “we will. we will”. I don’t care if I’m wrong ab what those words mean, but I don’t think I KNOW these words hold weight and tell us something ab st5. Think about it, Mike only ever repeats something if he is really trying to put emphasis on it. He did that with “we’re just friends”. The writers are telling us to pay attention to these words. And I think that it’s just such an odd sentence to begin with. It’s one of those sentences that only the writers would write with the intentions of it alluding to what’s to come. (Edit: I’m sorry to add it here but I reread this and I need to say that OBVIOUSLY THE WE WILL MEANS THEYRE GOING TO WIN. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that at the end of the show the bad guy loses. I’m talking ab more so “who” is doing the “will” so to speak… who will kill vecna 😐). I’m just going to throw out the idea of this alluding to will and mike fighting vecna, but it’s Will that ultimately kills him. Because if you break it down (analyzing a two word sentence is so fun! *said sarcastically*) the “we” mike is referring to could really only be two possibilities: it’s either him talking about mike + Will, or him talking ab the entire group. It’s not just a singular person that’s killing vecna. So to make that statement work with my “Will is killing vecna” theory. In the ud, mike and will hatch up a plan that involves both of them killing vecna. However, when it all comes down to it, it’s going to be Will that kills vecna. Even this little theory I just cooked up in three seconds works with the sentence. “We (mike and will as a team destroy vecna) will ( will kills vecna by himself)”.

So hears my little st5 theory based off of that scene (and this is really only in regards to Will + Mike obviously): Mike gets vecna’d, but instead of dying he, he like max, gets trapped in the upside down. I’m going to throw this in here for fun and because I really want it to happen, but Vecna first gets mike by making an illusion of him at the quarry and vecna is basically harassing Mike for jumping off. Anyways, Will finds out (maybe he’s with mike? Idk it’s 2am leave me alone) that Mike is stuck in the upside down and goes after him. Will is in contact with vecna and scared of it but he knows that with this connection they can find him easier and can learn his weaknesses. Will does find Mike and their reunion would probably make byler shippers have a full on exorcism (I’m thinking the reunion scene would probably be a parallel of their reunion at the airport, but instead of the awkward side hug, they’re like crying and holding each other for dear life). Mike and Will will create a plan to kill good ole vecky. While on that journey they most definitely would have a heart to heart and I think this convo would make byler cannon. Also while on the journey Will would probably be seeing some crazy shit from Vecna and the closer and closer they get to him the worse it’s going to get. Once they actually do meet vecna mike and will begin their plan. Idk what the details of the plan would be or how it would lead to this, but it would lead to Will being the one to end vecna’s life. With or without mikes help, Will is killing him. I think while all this is going down throughout the season (can you imagine if all I just said only happens in like one episode Jesus Christ that’d be crazy) El is trying to figure out a way to gain back her confidence in her abilities, El and mike definitely break up before he gets vecna’d, and (PLEASE DONT MURDER ME THIS IS JUST A THEORY) in el and vecna’s final batte El loses….and dies. IK NO ONE WANTS HER DEAD I DONT EITHER I LOVE HER CHARACTER. But there’s just so much that shows her death and like not to mention story telling wise, going with the story of the whole show not just the final season, it makes sense. And like if they’re alluding to her not winning the final battle, how tf do y’all think that’s gonna play out? What she’s just magically gonna live because she said pretty please at the hands of vecna’s mercy? I don’t think so. Anyways this concludes this EXTREMELY long analysis. I’m going to check if I got the papa script now lol.

#stranger things #tvstrangerthings #dailystrangerthings #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #el hopper #st4 volume 2 #st5 speculation #st5 predictions #st5 theory #i feel like game theory omg #this was too much #my brain has rotted from writing this #milkvan

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solesurvivingmom · 2 years

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Mr. Munson/Wayne headcanon

We all know who Wayne is. Eddie’s uncle. We meet him a few times during the show, and the man is truly a blue collar worker. I am thinking likely works either at a construction site, carpenter, or he works as a mechanic when pausing the screen to see how rough his hands are and dirt under his fingernails. So he’s a humble man. He works hard, he provides for his nephew that he didn’t think would become his priority to help raise. He does what he can.

Wayne is divorced. His wife wanted more than a trailer park in Hawkins. She definitely didn’t want to be taking on Wayne’s nephew as a child. So, one day after weeks of arguing, Wayne came back to see she was gone with their daughter. Left behind was obviously Eddie. Maybe like 9-11 years old for age range wise. Now Wayne is a single income parent, and paying child support to his ex wife, and raising his nephew. Man is quite busy... and he’s tired. He truly does try his best for Eddie, but there are times that the neglect is there. Like he can’t make certain mandatory performances that Eddie is in, and he can’t always be there to pick Eddie up from school. So, Eddie grows up with a distant father figure by means of his Uncle who he does love. But, he also ends up establishing a very self reliant, independent lifestyle.

Now let’s do a fast forward ‘kay? Chrissy and Eddie are alive. She doesn’t get Vecna’d. First time that Wayne meets Chrissy is that same night where she originally went over to get high, and to take her mind off things. Eddie is a dude, has urges, but he’s also not going to overstep his boundaries and take advantage of someone while they’re high. So, they don’t smooch, hookup, nothing. Because technically her and Jason are still dating, and Eddie isn’t that much of a douche. So him and Chrissy have shared a joint, had a bowl, smoked it back and forth. She’s glassy eyed and not paying attention to her surroundings, and she has her head on Eddie’s shoulder. They are watching tv, something for background sound, help so she doesn’t have anxiety during the high. Because being high, and having an anxiety attack as to why you can’t feel anything... and why the world is skipping like a CD with a scratch on it- is fucking weird. Trust me. I KNOW FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE!

So Wayne. He gets late home from work because they’re backed up at the shop or whatever. -Insert reason to be late home because work sucks ass and it’s America.- He recognizes the smell of weed by time he gets to the front door, and figures that oh well, Eddie must have his friends over. No big. He’s shared a joint with Eddie a couple times, and halfheartedly lectured him about not using drugs. So when he walks in expecting to see Eddie’s friends and he’s instead met with the sight of a beautiful young lady with her head on Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie has his arm around her. Wayne starts to find alarms clanging around in his head. It’s not that he’s going to beat Eddie because he has a girl over. It’s the fact that it doesn’t take long to realize she is from the good side of town. She’s from people with money. She’s from a family that wants her to be perfect, succeed, find a boy that will give her a lot of babies, and make a shit ton of money. Eddie is a good kid, but he’s not the one to give her the world that her folks would expect. Oh boy, that’s something that is terrifying for Wayne because he didn’t think he’d have to be going through with this. Again it’s not that Eddie is a bad kid, people are just cruel to those that they do not like. He knows that if her folks find out about Eddie? They’ll crucify him.

Eventually Chrissy does come to enough to stand up, introduce herself, and Wayne is smitten with her manners. She’s a lovely girl! She’s sweet, she polite, she has all her teeth. He likes her, good kid. BUT GOD DAMNIT EDDIE! DO NOT BRING THE PRIZED MARE FROM SOMEONE’S PASTURE OVER HERE! THEY DON’T WANTE A MARE BRED WITH A MUSTANG! -Wayne’s thoughts while he’s nodding to Chrissy, and letting her know she’s welcome any time. “Eddie really should be getting you home. Getting late, Ms. Cunningham.” Wayne shoots Eddie a look that looks like it’d be a general glance, but Eddie catches it quickly. His uncle is FUCKING FURIOUS!

Wayne watches Eddie as he puts his hand on Chrissy’s lower back, and they look at one another. Wayne used to be there when he was young. Lovestruck, smitten, sweet on someone- so on so forth. Wayne maybe a man that is tired and works really hard for a humble life, doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice things. Oh boy, he notices the look that both Eddie and Chrissy give one another. God damnit, EDDIE! Wayne wants to smack him upside the head and explain to him what he’s decided to catch the eyes of, because Chrissy... she’s something else.

Eddie takes Chrissy home, and usually Wayne would have a cold beer and sit on the couch and thumb through news or something. Him and Eddie would share a joint, have a chuckle or two. Go on their merry way. HOWEVER he can’t do that tonight, because he’s terrified for Eddie and furious at the same. He can’t stomach the idea of having a beer right now, or finding Eddie’s stash. He has to keep his head centered and thoughts from getting tired and cloudy.

So, when Eddie does get back home and he’s trying to lay low, Wayne leaps on him. Not literally! He stands there by the kitchen with this thumbs hooked in his jeans pockets, and he’s staring at Eddie. Eddie stands there and looks at Wayne like, fuck, what I do now?

“That girl is really pretty.” Wayne breaks his silence. A man of few words. He’s going to start out carefully to make sure his nephew understands.

Eddie sort of nods, does that fingers snap palm slap thing. Tries to excuse himself, but Wayne steps forward. He doesn’t block Eddie from going to his room, he just changes from how he was standing with his butt leaning against the counter, now he’s standing upright. Eddie stops to stare at him, because he knows something else is up, so he’s waiting.

Wayne nods and rubs his jaw and feels the days neglected stubble that he’ll have to shave in the morning before work. Again, he’s finding his words. Man of little words, but he’s going to make sure that they are heard.

“That’s a lady that you don’t see in your lifetime very often. When you do, they usually are arm in arm with someone that comes from money. Usually someone that is going to give them every bit of a life they deserve.”

Eddie states that she just was anxious and looking to relax. He just knows her from school. There’s nothing.

Wayne shakes his head and sucks on his teeth before he looks at Eddie in the eyes and feels that real irritating father instinct to smack him upside the head. “That girl has eyes for you, Eddie. May not be young, but I ain’t stupid. I know that look. She’s sweet for you. Eddie... she’s one of those gals that comes from money. She’s as good of an angel that you’ll find, don’t mean her folks are the same. You be careful with her Eddie. She’s the prized mare they keep put away in a nice barn. Her folks aren’t keen on some range wild mustang trying to steal her away.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and shuffles. He’s feeling awkward, and doesn’t know how to respond. He states that Chrissy has a boyfriend, and Wayne just chuckles.

“Not for long she won’t. You be careful with her, understood? I don’t want you getting hurt, or her. Be a gentleman with her, and treat her right! Am I understood?” Wayne already knows what is to come in the following weeks... he’s going to see more and more of Chrissy. He knows that this ‘boyfriend’ Eddie mentioned about, he’s not going to be in Chrissy’s life much longer. Because his god damn nephew became that range wild mustang to find the purebred mare kept away from the scraggly stallions. Eddie offered her freedom from it all, and Chrissy galloped away with him. Wayne knows it’s just a matter of time before he’s meeting her folks, and realizing that he’s worked on their cars before. Realizing Chrissy’s mom is mean as a snake. It’s a matter of time before Chrissy is spending the holidays’ with Eddie, and Christmas mornings on the couch with both of them. It’s all a matter of time.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders, comments he’s the freak and Chrissy wouldn’t date Hawkins Freak. He walks to his room where he shuts the door.

Wayne... he has two beers those night, and neither help him to sleep any better because his damn nephew went and fell in love with the uptown girl.

#Stranger Things #headcanon #Wayne Munson #Eddie Munson #Chrissy Cunningham #Eddissy #Hellcheer #Its long sorry #Had to get this out there for everyone to read because it was in my mind the whole time.#Chrissy totally knits Wayne a scarf for Christmas so he's warm at work #God damnit he wears that scarf on his drive to work because she's really just a good girl #Damnit Eddie!

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lighthouseas · 2 years

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my angst loving ass wants mike to get vecna’d because of internalized homophobia and having feelings for will that he doesn’t want, so he’s afraid of telling people why vecna is after him, so he ends up just not telling anyone at all and we get a scene of him in a bathroom or some shit and his nose is bleeding/he’s getting a severe headache or whatever and he’s crying like please. give me that. and then will has to snap him out of the vecna trance by confessing his love or akkdgjkjgfjf

#stranger things #mike wheeler #byler #will byers #idk this was more of a ramble than anything else #sorry if it doesn't make a lot of sense #but like anyways duffer bros #write this shit down #st.txt

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streamafterlaughter · 2 years

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New Kid

Chapter X: Zombie Boy

masterlist | chapter IX | playlist

summary/tags: smut: choking, unprotected p in v (minors DNI) (smut has been indicated if you’d like to skip); fluff, angst, eddie munson x reader, gnc!afab!reader, two idiots in love!, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, reader (slightly?) vecna’d

a/n: so so sorry this took so long and that it’s short, i’m slowly getting back into it while i continue my full time job :’( Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Eddie’s POV:

He wakes up first, the sunlight peeking through your open blinds hitting the bed. You’re still asleep, regardless of the rays hitting your entire body, and Eddie can’t help but stare. Your back is to him, the covers thrown from your body in your sleep, leaving your entire backside exposed. He traces your silhouette first with his eyes, letting them roam freely over your neck that still has remnants of his teeth, your shoulders, down your back, to your hips, and over your ass where the comforter barely covers you. Without thinking, Eddie traces the muscles on your back with a lazy finger, committing every inch to his memory.

He lets his mind wander, mostly to how unreal this whole thing is; to have someone to wake up to, that trusts him enough to let him sleep in their bed, that loves him, is something he never could have counted on. In a way, it terrifies him, that it’s all too good to be true. One day, he’s sure you’ll wake up and realize what a mistake you’ve made. He shakes his head at himself, ridding the thought from his mind. You’ve given him no reason to worry, he’s doing this to himself.

There’s a quiet knock on your bedroom door, so Eddie rushes to cover as much of you as the comforter will allow. Your mom pokes her head through the crack she makes in the doorway. “Oh! Hi, Eddie.” She whispers, visibly unsurprised to find her child’s boyfriend naked in their bed. “I’m making waffles, they’ll be ready soon. Feel free to wake Y/N up, they’ll sleep forever if you don’t.” She gives Eddie a wink before gently closing the door again.

He doesn’t want to wake you up; you look so peaceful, and he knows how hard it is for you to sleep. There is a selfish part of him, though, that wants to wake you up just so he can fuck you senseless.

“Baby…” He coos, moving in on the crook of your neck. He feels you tense at his touch, before you scoot further into him, your ass resting just above Eddie’s semi hard on. Ah, shit. “Your mom made waffles.” he whispers in your ear, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you even closer.

“Mm, because waffles is why you wanna wake me up.” You say, voice raspy from lack of use. Your ass pushes into him again, and he swears he hears you snort with amusement.

Eddie chuckles, embarrassed at his transparent motives. “Maybe not.” He busies himself on your neck again, first kissing lightly from your jaw to your throat, then to your shoulder.

Your POV

(skippable smut scene)

“Eddie,” You sigh quietly, moving his hand from your stomach to between your legs. You’re suddenly wide awake, aching for him to touch you. He can’t help but smile, feeling how soaked you already are just minutes after waking up.

“What do you want, sweetheart? How can I help?”

“Want you inside.” Eddie’s toes curl as you whine the words. “Need you.” He’s quick to listen, repositioning his hand between your thighs, and you bring the other from under your head to wrap around your throat. He doesn’t add pressure, and you can feel his heart facing against your back.

“This okay?” He asks, to make sure you’re sure of what you’re asking for. You feel his rings on your throat, which provokes a moan from your mouth.

“Yes, baby it’s perfect.” You grab his cock in your hand as his grip tightens around your throat.

“If you can’t breathe, or if you want to stop, just tap my hand twice. Can you do that for me?” You tap his knuckles with your pointer finger. “Perfect. Gonna make you feel so fucking good.” You lean back into Eddie’s shoulder. He continues rubbing your clit with his fingers, shifting his dick out of your grasp and sliding it between your legs, causing you both to moan at the touch. He slides in with ease, and you let yourself clench around his cock as you both start rocking. You feel delightfully dizzy, Eddie’s hand grasped around your throat possessively, causing the pleasure between your legs to spread faster. “Shit, Y/N, you’re fucking filthy.”

“Only for you.” You mewl in response, rocking harder on Eddie’s cock causing him to grunt into your shoulder.

“Only me, huh? This pussy’s all mine?”

“All fucking yours, baby. I promise.” He sinks further into you, and you stifle a scream of ecstasy into your pillow. Eddie gets the hint, moving his hand from your throat to your mouth to cover it as he moves faster. Each time Eddie plunges deeper into your soaking hole, you muffle your moans into his palm, cupped tightly over your mouth. His rhythm grows sloppy as you both edge closer, breathing heavily at his own exertion.

“Gotta pull out, baby, I'm gonna come.”

“I’m on the pill. Want you to come inside.” Your voice is far away, but it’s enough to push Eddie over, his cock twitching as you finish your sentence. “Shit, fuck, Y/N, so fucking pretty. Feels so fucking good.” You come with him, both of you close to tears with the intensity. His come coats your walls, causing the most disgusting, wet noises to come from between your legs. You reach behind you, grabbing onto Eddie’s hair as you ride him through your orgasm. Your chest heaves as you shake, feeling your back sticking to Eddie’s chest with the sweat between you both.

(smut end)

You wince as Eddie pulls out, once again dragging you across the bed into his embrace. “You said something about breakfast?” You inquire, and Eddie lets go of you so he can stretch.

“We should go get some, we have a long day ahead of us.” Eddie elbows you playfully before rolling onto his feet.

“We do?” You’re more than happy just to stay in bed with him all day, but if he has something else planned…

“The last Hellfire campaign of 1985! Featuring a guest Dungeon Master for the first time ever.”

“Will?” You let the excitement slip through your voice. This could be your chance to understand your dreams, finally get to the bottom of what happened to you in Boston. It could also confirm that you’re completely delusional, but you’re hoping it’s the former.

“Will, his sister El, and everyone else are meeting at Mike’s tonight. Steve and everyone usually come to hang out, too. It’ll be fun.” Eddie’s ecstatic, and you find it adorable to see him so happy about something, even as inconsequential as a DnD campaign. It’s contagious too, you realize as your heart leaps at the thought of another night with everyone.

“These waffles are to die for, Mrs. L/N!” Eddie stuffs another fluffy bite of a blueberry waffle into his mouth, drenching his plate with more syrup.

“Glad you’re enjoying them, sweetie!” You can't help but blush when your mom uses the nickname on your boyfriend. You know it means she likes him, or at least likes how he makes you feel.

“Mom, I know I’ve been out a lot these last few nights, but we have a Dungeons campaign tonight—“

Your mother doesn’t even let you finish. “Psh, your father and I have a date night. By all means, go out! Have some fun.”

You raise your eyebrow at her. She’s never been a hard ass, but usually she’s a little more inquisitive about your plans. You don’t object, though, seeing this as a blessing to be out without a curfew.

You cram the last bite of your breakfast into your mouth before dragging Eddie back upstairs to get ready for the day.

“You’d mentioned a duffle bag. Figure I can unpack mine here and use it to, I guess, bring some of your stuff back to my place?” Eddie drops the old duffle bag onto your bed, struggling with the zipper before yanking it open. Stuffed inside are a handful of band shirts, a denim jacket, two pairs of jeans, plenty of rolled up socks, and about a week’s worth of underwear.

This is the point you’d usually panic, when a relationship gets to a point of invading each other’s spaces. You like having things to yourself, everything always starts to go wrong when you start giving pieces of your life to someone else. But as you watch Eddie unpack, folding each of his shirts neatly before placing them in a pile at the end of your bed, there is no anxiety clawing at your brain. Instead, you walk over to your dresser, open the top left side drawer, where you keep your t-shirts, and move them all to the floor of your closet. “All yours!” You present the drawer to him, arms open like he’s won a brand new car.

Eddie beams, taking an armful of clothes across the room where he places them as neatly as he can inside the now empty drawer. “Perfect.” He looks from the dresser to you, still grinning brightly at him. “What’re you all smiley about?”

“Me? I’m not smiley!” Your cheeks hurt from smiling, actually.

“Baby, you’d put Mr. Rogers to shame right now.”

You snort, the face splitting grin still cemented onto your face. “Can’t I be happy?”

“I’d prefer it, actually, just wondering what got you there.” Eddie pinches your cheek between his finger and thumb. “Did I have anything to do with it?”

“You have everything to do with it, Eddie.” You busy yourself choosing an outfit, packing the duffel bag with your belongings in between.

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Eddie’s POV

“Critical hit!” Eddie’s in Dungeon Master mode, his favorite version of himself. He takes the gaggle of kids in front of him in, each with an excited smile on their faces. In addition to his normal group of freshmen, his band, and you, sit Will and Jane-slash-El Byers. It makes Eddie only slightly nervous, being in the presence of legendary Will the Wise, the original Dungeon Master of half the Hellfire Club.

As his eyes lock on you, Eddie notices you’re in deep thought, almost lost, sitting to his right. It’s a strange sight, considering how enthusiastic you usually are. Your eyes are focused on the table, glazed over from lack of blinking. The room goes quiet as everyone else begins to follow Eddie’s gaze to you. Everyone, that is, except for Will. The small boy across from Eddie is also focused intensely on the table in front of him. His mouth hangs open slightly, his head completely still. The lights in the room begin to flicker, and Eddie’s heart begins to race as he looks from Will, back to you, to Steve, to Dustin, trying to figure out if anyone knows what the fuck is going on. El shakes her brother feverishly, a heavy frown set on her face. “Will? Will?!” The lights flicker again, before blowing out completely.

“What the hell is going on?” Dustin pushes himself from the table, and begins pacing up and down the length of the basement.

“This must have something to do with Will coming home.” Lucas speaks, offering words that aren’t making any sense to Eddie. This is when his eyes land on his (ex? it’s hard to tell these days,) girlfriend on the couch behind him, an identical dead look on her face. “Max?! MAX!”

“Why would that have any effect on Y/N, though?” Steve asks, too calmly, looking from Dustin to you.

“I don’t know! I don’t know how Y/N has anything to do with this. Eddie? Does Y/N have any, um, quirks?”

Eddie assumes this is not the time to mention all the things he loves about you. But there is one thing that sticks in Eddie’s brain.

Oh.

Oh shit.

“They get nightmares.” Eddie offers dumbly, still not getting what’s happening to his partner and friends right now. “Sometimes they uh, they wake up screaming. Less often now, but it happens.”

Dustin’s eyes widen as Eddie explains.

“Shit. Do you know what they’re about?”

Eddie furrows his brows in concentration, trying to remember if you’d mentioned anything. Meanwhile, your mouth hangs open, a string of drool starting to drip from the corner of your mouth. Seeing you like this twists Eddie’s stomach. You look almost dead, or worse, a vegetable. Barely like yourself, your skin almost translucent, eyes rolled back into your head, mouth slack and shiny with saliva. Eddie feels the sob catch in his throat as he approaches you, trying to shake you back to life.

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Your POV (in your head)

“MOM?! DAD?!” It feels like you’re shrieking at the top of your lungs, but you can’t hear a thing coming out of your mouth. It’s dark, you’re the woods again, but you’re not a child. You’re your current self, in the clothes you had worn to Mike’s, in the middle of what looks like the woods behind your childhood house.

“EDDIE?! SOMEONE, PLEASE!” Your chest burns as the mute screams leave your body, and you fall to your knees.

“Y/N, Will, Maxine,” The voice is a low, deep growl, making your head vibrate as it echos through your ears. You can feel it behind you, and you try to run forward but it feels like you’re pushing through water. When you look to your right, you see Will, a look of terror on his face that says “I’ve been here before,” and to your left, Max is wearing a hard shell of anger over terrible fear.

“The time will soon come.”

“Y/N! Will! Max! WAKE UP!” The overlapping screams from your friends rouses you quickly from your waking nightmare. When the world comes into focus, Eddie’s face is inches from yours, his hand lightly jostling your cheek.

“What’s happening?”

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie exhales, and you collapse into him, the weight of exhaustion catching up with you.

Eddie pulls you into his body, his grip around you iron, and you can feel his body shaking with fear. Over his shoulder you watch El and Mike surround Will, and Lucas takes Max into an embrace while Steve, Robin, and Dustin exchange looks of calculated concern. You catch Robin’s eyes, and she looks from you to Steve, a question written on her face.

You try to respond with your eyes, blinking an I don’t know expression, but something in Robin’s eyes tells you she might know something.

It’s almost as if you’d picked the perfect group of people to have an episode in front of, considering not one, but two more of them had also experienced the same thing. It only raises more questions, though. The time will soon come? Time for what? It can’t be good, whatever it is.

“The Mindflayer?” Dustin questions, looking to Will for confirmation. The what?!

“No. Whatever this is, it’s darker. It had more power. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. All over.” Will looks off into space as he recounts the nightmare, and your heart aches for the boy that’s been through far too much in his little life.

“So, we’re screwed.” Steve finally speaks, his voice cracking slightly with nerves.

Will looks to Max, then to you, and all you can do is shrug. “I’ve had nightmares before, but nothing like this. Not while awake.” You close your eyes tightly, trying to remember any clues that could’ve been left for you.

“Me too.” You can barely hear her, but Max continues speaking, “About Billy, usually.” You don’t know who Billy is, but from the looks on everyone’s faces, you can tell they had all had experiences with him. “But, same as Y/N, nothing like this.”

“So what are we supposed to do?” Mike asks, clearly irritated with the lack of progress made.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Will responds, “We don’t know what we’re up against yet. All we can do is wait.”

“Wait?!” Mike pushes himself away from the table. “We’re gonna sit by and watch this faceless, nameless thing suck your brain out?!”

“Will, what did you do when the Mind slayer got you?” Eddie asks, his voice low.

“The Mind flayer, Eddie.” Dustin corrects him, seemingly trying to make light of the conversation. Eddie only rolls his eyes.

“I sang my favorite song. Over and over again, and it kept me alive. It helped me remember myself, my life, and the people that love me. Until I was saved.”

“Okay. So if this happens again, and with you guys it seems like it will, we’ll do that. We’ll play your songs for you out here, and maybe it’ll be enough to bring you back.” Dustin starts scribbling as he speaks, writing notes to Will’s story like he has an English assignment. “Whatever this thing is, it won’t win. However, I think this qualifies as the end of our campaign for the evening. Everyone go home, regroup, hug each other, whatever you have to do. We’ll figure this out.” For a kid, Dustin is being awfully mature about the situation at hand. He’s gone through this type of stuff before, and you’re not sure whether that calms or frightens you.

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Eddie’s POV

He taps the steering wheel with his thumbs, barely following the beat of whatever song is humming quietly through his speakers. He chances a look at you, in his passenger seat smoking your third cigarette in the last ten minutes. “What’s your favorite song?”

“What?” You blow the smoke out the window before stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray next to you.

“I don’t know your favorite song. I should probably know that, y’know, just in case.”

“Oh, man. You’re gonna laugh at me.”

It takes everything inside of Eddie not to roll his eyes. “No, I’m not. Whatever it is, I need to know. I can’t see you like that again.” He can’t make light of it, seeing you without your light, without your spirit inside your body. It’s horrifying.

“In My Eyes, by Minor Threat.”

“Why would I laugh at you for that?”

You shrug. “You don’t seem to be very into punk. Which is fine!”

“Maybe not, but a lot of metal is influenced by punk. And vice versa, probably.” The truth is, Eddie doesn’t feel cool enough to listen to punk music, he feels metal is punk’s dorky cousin.”But you like punk, so I wanna give it another chance.”

You reach over, taking Eddie’s hand in yours. “I’m okay, y’know. I’m alive, safe. I don’t want you worrying about me.”

“How can I not worry? You looked dead, Y/N. That’s not really something I can brush off.”

“We do what Will said, you’ll play In My Eyes for me, and boom, I’ll be fully functional again.”

“We don’t know that! Why aren’t you taking this seriously How can you be so calm about this?!” He’s not doing it on purpose, but his voice grows louder with the frustration in his chest.

“It doesn’t feel serious! I’m not, like, dying! And if I were, I don’t see what the big deal would be.” You cross your arms over your chest, chewing your bottom lip.

Eddie pulls the van over suddenly, jerking the wheel causing you to sway in your seat. “The big deal? Are you fucking serious?”

—

Your POV

You wince, feeling the heat in your cheeks and the tears in your eyes. In truth, you didn’t think you’d live this long. Your parents sent you to the hospital when you were fourteen, after you’d swallowed a handful of your father’s medication in hopes of stopping your heart. You couldn’t get the feeling out of your head, the day you were chased out of your own home years before. But you’d panicked and told your parents, who called an ambulance that took you away. You got yourself locked up for six weeks, in a place with cement walls and mean staff, who attempted to rehabilitate you and a bunch of other angsty, depressed teenagers. Sometimes you let yourself imagine what would’ve happened if you hadn’t told them. You look at Eddie, who’s staring straight ahead, waiting for you to explain yourself, and you feel the ache of guilt in your gut. You don’t know what to say to him, but you start anyway. “Eddie,”

“Don’t say that shit to me. Ever again, you hear me? You dying would be a big fucking deal. I don’t know who told you differently, but I’d love to have a word with them.”

“You are having a word with them.” A tear escapes the corner of your eye, and you look to Eddie, seeking his reaction in the dark. You tell him the details, sparing the gory details of vomiting and stomach pumps. “I didn’t think it mattered. I didn’t want to live, I didn’t want to see the person I’d become. But I’m glad I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t have met you, otherwise.”

Eddie looks at you, and even in the blackness you can see the tears falling down his face. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even move, so you pull his face into yours, kissing him with everything you can gather. A kiss to reassure him you’re not going anywhere. He kisses you back tenderly, his hand gently caressing your wet cheek. You could stay like this forever, but Eddie parts his lips from yours finally. “Let’s go home.”

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chapter XI

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bamboozled-distress · 2 years

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all along there was some invisible string (tying you to me)

Summary: mike gets vecna’d two times but he’s prepared the second time (spoiler: his homosexuality is in fact not prepared) based on this post by the lovely @aemiron-main !!!

warnings: internalized homophobia, swearing, mike wheeler being oblivious, a little angst like if you squint, violence, will byers being sad, mike being called out on his shit, this being my very first fic ever (no we’re not counting my 2 year old unfinished larry fanfic on wattpad), canon being my little bitch and tears so so many tears

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This wasn’t the first time it happened, although it doesn't make it any less terrifying whatsoever. He sat as close to Will as their body heat allowed (even though he’d want to be pressed closer than that), the couch sinking into their asses as Will asked about Eddie. The one man that Mike knew if given the chance would love Will, would care for Will, would not forget Wills birthday. He would love Will and it would be painless, nothing would ache; not like Mike Wheeler and his stupidity and not Will Byers for being a victim of his stupidity.

This is all what would be going through his head if Mike could stop staring at his childhood best friend’s lips that is. The glossy anxious-bit lips had him mesmerized, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this. But as he looked down every few seconds he should have been reminded of why he grew apart from Will, why it was painful to look into his eyes at the airport. He should know that his lips are simply a glossy reminder of why he can’t have what he’d give up everything for.

Everything including Will.

He’s decided to never make that mistake again, after seeing how much it affected Will and how he was his everything and in return Mike treated him worse than nothing. The way that he hurt Will because of how he felt, the pain he went through, the tears that were shed because of him, Mike simply deems himself as unforgivable because of it. Maybe if Mike loved him less he wouldn't hurt Will so much. If only he could feel less.

His thoughts were interrupted when a darting gaze from the other turned into a silent accusation before he vocalized it.

“What’s wrong with you?”

"W-what?"

Mike morphed into a deer in headlights, he immediately looked into Wills eyes and where there was usually a warm beach hidden, instead it looked..

disgusted?

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, where you're looking, how you're violating me Mike."

Will leaned forward, a sneer twisting his face into something Mikes never seen on him before. Mike shifted himself far from Will to prevent whatever the fuck is happening at the moment.

"Will its not-"

"Bull! Do you know how disgusting you are? How could I ever like you, why would you ever think that? You knew about the rumours and what everyone said didn't you? And thought I'd be a fucking homo.

Like you."

Mike shut his eyes and murmured no repeatedly because, no that's not true. It can't be true. He's not taking advantage of him, not his best friend. He knew who he was, how he was, he couldn't.

He can't.

Right?

"I know what you are Mike Wheeler."

That voice, it was dark he could feel the lights flickering under his eye lids but hearing the voice that wasn't Wills. It wasn't the boy who he tried to bury down in his heart multiple times, wasn't the boy who knew about him and was going to leave him. Hearing that voice was the single thing that made him open his eyes.

It's what they all described, what he's seen a handful of times, he fell backwards scrambling back up to run away, run anywhere but here.

It was Vecna.

Mike was up and running, he shouldn't be as scared as he was and not wanting it to show he yelled fiercely so he would hear.

"What the hell man? Will would never say that to me, and whatever you're talking about is bullshit! You're a sick fuc-"

He was cut off because lo behold, Vecna was in front of him leaning forward with a terrifying glint in his eyes.

"What do you think Will would say when he finds out Mike? When he finds out why you ignored him for a year. Why you cant look at him? When he finds out why you and eleven really broke up Mike? What happens then?"

Mike fell at the sudden presence, and the weight of his words kept him down. His eyes widened and as his mind screamed to tell him to interrupt and deny but, his lungs wouldn't let him.

"What would they say of how you were with Eleven while you were a fucking fairy? When they find out you couldn't be a man. Will would hate you, he probably already does. Why do you think he's awkward around you? Why he can't be himself around you? Because he knows Micheal, and why would someone like Will be with someone who constantly hurts him?"

Mikes palms grasped at the carpet he currently was on, about to flee as he heard his voice. He turned and saw Will standing with the same expression as before.

"Why would I ever feel the same way? With a disgusting fairy like you?"

Then Mike heard it, as if someone above heard his dying prayers, he heard the familiar voice of Bronski Beat. He closed his eyes desperately trying to make all of this go away, trying to forget how his fears have been confirmed. He closed his eyes and tried to pay attention to the tune.

"Mother will never understand why you had to leave.

But the answers you seek will never be found at home.

The love that you need will never be found at home."

The first thing he saw when the wondrous tune of Smalltown Boy became louder and louder were those beach hidden eyes, this time frantic and pointed. By instinct he flinched and looked away as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Fucking hell Mike!"

The oh so sweet voice of Dustin let him knew that he was actually okay as he clutched the carpet below him

'That wasn't real, Will doesn't know.'

He just shut his eyes in relief but couldn't get out what Vecna said out of his head, because what would Will think of him.

A freak.

A fairy.

Pervert.

Shoving all of that below him he tried to catch one glance at Will before he allowed himself to actually pay attention to Dustin, and this time Will looked away with a firm look on his face.

Mike bit back a frown as they helped him back up.

A happy memory.

Thats the advice Lucas gave, the only thing that helped Max for a small amount of time before she..

Before she ended up in the hospital unconscious just barely breathing.

It was the only piece of advice he has to stall Vecna if he doesn't have Smalltown boy on him, so he made sure to have his happiest memory in mind.

Before the upside down, before Will went missing, before they met El, before his parents started fighting, when he didn't have a worry about a damn thing. The fresh scent of grass with the old creaky swing. And in the centre of everything there was a small boy with a shaggy bowl cut with a pair of suspenders and a question Mike asked that changed his life.

However, for the better or for the worst is still unknown.

It was the moment that changed everything, because of that moment Mike has his person. The person he could talk to about anything, the person he could always confide in, the one person he'd love forever. And maybe, if Mike could be less of a coward maybe, just maybe they could go back to that. And then he wouldn't be able to hide how much he cared, how much he longed for Will, to just touch him again. Oh how'd he kill for everything to go back, just back to that moment.

Although at the moment he, Will and Lucas were sat in an abandoned apartment waiting for Robin and Nancy to come back with some apparent 'information' they have on the upside down. Although he couldn't get what Vecna said out of his head, what will said-- no, what the illusion of Will said kept his eyes towards Lucas. Although his foot kept hitting the heel or Wills foot, feeling brave he stole a glance at Will and he gave back a slight smile.

This is okay.

He smiled a bit in relief but it was all short lasted until they heard loud shouting.

Oh shit.

A bunch of Jason's goons after he died have been blaming everyone that was in Hellfire, and have been wanting them all dead since. Before even registering that he, himself was in trouble he looked back at Will.

Fuck.

Screw him, but Will, he wasn't involved with Hellfire at all, but having 'zombie boy' with two members of hellfire is not going to look good. Mike knows exactly what they're gonna think and how their practically catholic cult wouldn't even hesitate to hurt Will. By instinct he grabbed Will's arm and gripped Lucas' shoulder and they all ran as fast as they could by his expression he hopefully conveyed for not a word to be spoken because if they hear them, then they would be in a shit load of trouble.

However, that didn't stop all their whispering to each other, "how the hell did they find us?"

Will turned to Lucas, "I don't know but we have to hope they don't have Nancy and Robin."

And although they were whispering it didn't stop them all from cursing like sailors.

They were met by two doors and kept on hearing the voices getting closer and closer, which they all concluded was pretty fucking bad. He was about to say how Lucas go one way and he and Will go another but Lucas beat him to it.

"I'll go with Will and shit, Mike you go left."

Mike gripped his fists tight and before he could say anything, Lucas grabbed the arm Mike was holding on to of Wills and left. Then Mike hearing the voices get louder scrambled to open the door and run inside trying not to think about either of them.

Mike grabbed chairs and started pushing them in front of him, and as his instict kicked in he knew he has to find somewhere to hide. He willed himself to think, because c'mon where would they not look, where could he fit, where could he hide?

His gaze fell on a couch.

There was a huge couch almost pushed to the wall and the space in between-- he knew at that moment that he'd hide there. He shoved himself on the wall and sat with his knees up and as he was about to grab his headphones and make sure Vecna wouldn't be able to get to him he froze.

It's not there.

Mike was fucked, he was utterly fucked, he left it on the couch, the only thing to prevent him from Vecna is gone. They probably found it and he bets on his mother that the christian cult have it. He closed his eyes and just hoped for the best because fucking hell he might get vecna'd and the people who are gonna find his body are a bunch of goons who've bullied him for fucks sake. He just hoped Will has his, because if anything happened to Will again, frankly Mike doesn't know what would happen. He can't even imagine it. A world without Will is something that's just impossible to Mike. The hold that Will had on him almost has him choking, it was so tight he wouldn't be surprised if he started bleeding.

Then he heard loud footsteps, he couldn't tell who it was but he knew for a fact that is was not Lucas nor Will.

"I know you're in here, you little twerp."

Mike closed his eyes the second the door opened and he appeared, Patrick was walking around and he could almost imagine the sneer on his face.

"You know Mike, I'm gonna fucking kill you."

Mike shut his eyes harder,

'it'll all blow over,'

Patrick won't be able to find him and then he'll just leave and Mike'll be with Will and find Nancy and just, be safe. He needed to make sure his trembles didn't get any louder than it was. He had to think happy thoughts after all with the painting that Will showed him, he's the-

"You're not a leader Mike."

"You're a coward, someone in the way, and nobody even needs you anymore."

What.

Someone does need him, Will needs him, his mom needs him, he's helpful.

Right?

He's not useless, he means something to someone-- to Will, to the party right?

"Wills dead, man. and you're useless ass did nothing."

No. He's lying, he- no.

No.

He got up, he opened his eyes, because what the fuck, who the fuck does this guy think he is? They wouldn't kill Will, him maybe, Dustin probably, but Will? He didn't do anything wrong.

He never does anything wrong.

He looked up and was supposed to see the annoying sneer and leather-man jacket on Patrick but instead he saw,

He saw what he should've thought, who he should've known, who he has no protection against.

Vecna.

"Wi-, Wills not dead. He's safe, safe from you."

He wanted to be confident but, there was also the chance that he left his walker just like mike and Vecna got to them first. God no, he can't. He wouldn't have right? Will he's not, he didn't do anything. FUCK.

He looked at him through his tears and balled up his fists because he's lying, he's bulshitting him. It's not real, none of this is fucking real.

"Oh you mean with his protection?"

With that being said, Venca pulled a broken pair of headphones and shit, a broken walkman and he can see in Wills bright handwriting, "boys don't cry."

No.

"That protection? It was by the couch along with yours Mike. And now I'm gonna kill you like I killed him."

He looked down and saw that the couch just, disappeared and as he saw everything getting darker than it was when he got here he remembered what he was supposed to do.

He remembered what he's to do in this exact situation, and then after Mike thought, he'll get out and find Will, and just apologize for everything. For the van, for his shit excuse of a hug, for when he couldn't look at him. For everything, and he's going to apologize to him, he's going to talk to him. Because he's alive and he's okay and so is Mike and he's gonna fucking apologize.

He has to live for that,

For Will.

He shut his eyes, and just let his heart swarm his head with his safe place, the best moment of his life, his happiness.

Take him to the one person that means everything to him, when they both became truly happy.

He ignored everything Vecna was trying to say and let his mind take him to Will, to his everything.

He thought of the yellow swing, the grass, the smile on his face that was so wide it hurt, the beach eyes, his hair going from side to side. He thought about Will, his hands holding the swing, and Will telling him later how much he doesn't like going on swings, his blue sweater, his brown shorts, his chipped tooth. The parting in his bangs from the bowlcut, the twinkle in his eyes, the heart shape formed on his smile, the sun that radiated out of him. He thought about the smell of grass, the smell of Will and how he giggled that day with Will because he smelled of perfume. He told him it was his moms, he smelled like sweat so he wanted to try the perfume.

He thought about everything during that day. When they built a sandcastle, not when he was riding his bike knowing Will was missing. He thought about when he told his mom later how awesome Will was and not about when he hugged his mom because Will was dead. He thought about the sight of other kids playing around them at the playground, not the sight of Wills dead body. He thought about everything Will was, of how Will is, of his smile or his own smile of how that day changed his life.

He embraced himself into the hold that Will has on him, he let himself be selfish and think about his love for Will, and the day he found his best friend.

His soulmate, how he's been tied to Will by some sort of invisible string, and of how he's been gripping onto that string and he didn't think of that string falling apart at the possibility of Will not holding on anymore.

Mike opened his eyes and he heard nothing, the booming voice of Vecna was gone and he looked around and saw grass, a yellow old swing and though no children were here Mike couldn't be happier, he escaped Vecna.

He took deep breaths, closing his eyes gently, trying, begging his heart to calm down because he was okay for now. That was interrupted when he felt eyes boring into the back of his head and he almost deflated because he found him so soon. But thats not what he saw though.

He saw that stupid plaid shirt and that god damn bowl cut and Mike blinked because, why is Will here.

No, it's an illusion.

He heard a faint, "Mike? Is that you?"

All thoughts went out of the window and all Mike could think about is, Will Will Will.

That was Will, those beach eyes and the hunched up shoulders, and holy shit.

Mike felt like he was going to have a break down, "Will? is- is that you?"

Mike didn't need to hear his answer, he went running, as fast as he could because he's alive, he's well. Will was okay, He was okay. He's alive.

Mike couldn't see, but Will was running too, he was running for his life, because he was told Mike died but he's here and he's, gosh. Will missed Mike.

They collasped onto each other but they didn't care, hands were everywhere searching for some sort of proof that this was real, that they had each other.

Mike knew, there was no doubt it was Will, his broad shoulders his floppy bowl cut, the twinkle in his eyes and those long fingers searching Mike's torso as they wouldn't let go. Mike held on to his shoulders as tight as possible, his vein was popping out from his grip but oh my god he's okay.

Mike felt weak with everything that happened as it hit him harshly, his knees bucked and he fell alongside with WIll and they both were on their knees holding each other.

"Will, I, I'm sorry for everything, for not knowing about anything, for treating you like shit, for not looking at you, for being different and I want to say sorry please I just, I need you Will."

He looked directly at Will and saw the tears in his eyes and knew he looked the same.

"Will I'm going to make it right, I can't lose you fuck, I need you here and I'll do anything for that please, I'm sorry for everything and anything I don't know about."

"Mike-"

"I just, I lo- need you please. I need you to be okay and I'm too selfish for you to be okay and not have me in the picture, I need you Will, so much."

Will muttered a small, 'you idiot' and just brought Mike back into his arms, and hugged him and hugged him and hugged him to make everything disappear.

Every time they argued, every time they looked away, every saddened moment in their lives; they hugged to make all of it disappear.

They broke apart hearing a small giggle from behind them, Mike reluctnatly broke apart from Will momentarily and saw what made his heart warm.

He saw a little boy in a blue sweater, brown shorts and strong womens perfume.

And Will saw a little boy walking up to the other boy, in a tank top and jeans with the brightest smile anyone could ever see.

They both saw the smaller Mike held out his hand to a wide eyed Will, "Will you be my friend?"

"What?"

"Will you be my best friend?"

"I have to think about it."

Mike looked confused and crossed his small arms and tilted his head and when he was about to complain he heard a squeak, "All done, okay I'll be your best friend even though I dont know who you are."

Mike clapped and smiled even harder and Mike sitting on the sidelines now remembered how much smiling that hard hurt.

"YES! I've never had a best friend, wait why do you smell like-- not how I smell?"

Smaller WIll giggled a bit, "you wanna know a secret?"

"I LOVE SECRETS!"

"It's actually my moms perfume."

"WHAT?!"

At that, the present Mike snorted a bit and Will looked a bit embarrassed, as they both stood up, looking at each other.

"I know I'm here because this was my.. but was this, is this..?"

Will didn't finish his sentence and Mike looked at him and took a bold risk and gripped his hand, "this was my happiest memory Will; you, me, the swing and Joyce's weird smelling perfume."

This time Will snorted and held on tight to Mikes hand as much as he was.

As Mike looked over at the smaller versions of them, he knew he and Will were still tied together by some invisible string and hoped the string would pull them together, for the rest of their lives.

He knew they were going to be okay, even when they shouldn't be.

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