#Wheeler has two sets of dads

[elementaldoughnut12]

Ok yall I might need your help with scenarios cause I'm writing a dannyuta family au fic where they adopted a child together and the baby is meeting her "grandparents" for the first time and I'm wondering how the following would react to seeing their new granddaughter...

Matt and Angelo (Danny's parents)

Chuck and Orange (Wheeler's 1st set of dads)

Mox and Claudio (Wheeler's 2nd set of dads)

Help would be gladly appreciated!

[jetblack4realz]

sleeping together - carter wheeler

summary - beth and rip, in particular, really struggle with letting you and carter sleep in the same room, in the same bed, all alone

word count - 1.4k

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it had gotten really late really quickly, you realized as you checked your phone. 12:27am.

"shit," you mumbled, throwing the covers off of you and beginning to move out of carter's bed. he sat up quickly, reaching to pull you back towards him, hand wrapped around your torso.

"hey, where are you going?" he asked quickly as you pulled his hand off of you.

"it's past midnight," you told him, clicking your phone on again to show him. he grimaced. "i've gotta get home."

"you sure you can't stay?" he asked. he shut the lid of his laptop and set it on his bedside table, watching you with a frown.

you pulled on your shoes and shook your head. "sorry, cowboy, but i don't think so. your parents would skin me alive if i did."

you stood to head to the door, offering him a hand. he sighed and took it, letting you pull him out of the bed and out his open bedroom door - a rule of rip's.

you pulled your coat off the hook by the door, beginning to pull it on when beth entered the room, her brows furrowed as she watched carter give you a quick goodbye kiss, his hand on your lower back still. "you leaving?"

"it's past midnight," was your only answer.

"it's snowing," she said, glancing out the window behind you.

"i've got my truck."

"you're not driving," rip said, walking in the room behind his wife with his forever frown on his face. "it's been coming down for a few hours now. your shitty truck ain't making it, kid."

"so, what?" you asked, raising a brow. "i can't stay, i can't leave - what the hell do you recommend i do?"

it was this spunk that endeared the wheelers to you and scared the shit out of carter. he watched rip carefully as beth chuckled lightly.

"you stay, obviously. you're not leaving, honey," she told you. "you're always welcome here."

"yep," rip seconded. "i ain't having you get in a wreck on my watch."

you and carter exchanged incredulous looks. "okay. let me just call my dad real quick."

"i'll call him," beth said, waving a hand at you and carter. "you two get ready for bed. carter still has work in the morning."

"it's a sunday-"

"you know how it goes," rip sighed.

"i didn't have to work sundays back at-"

"it's just you, me, and lloyd. we work every day out here. now, go get ready for bed. we'll call your parents, honey."

you smiled, nodding lightly as you put your coat back on the rack and grabbed carter's hand. "okay. thank you."

rip just nodded as you pulled carter away back to his bedroom.

"i'll be up at the crack of dawn just so you know," he told you as he pulled out two pairs of sweats and one sweatshirt - you were already wearing one of his. he tossed you your pants. "won't be getting a ton of sleep."

"at least it'll be good sleep," you answered, smiling at him as you moved to press a kiss to his lips. "i always get the best sleep when i'm with you, even if it's just for thirty minutes or two hours."

"in this case, it'll at least be four," he laughed, kissing you again.

"hey!" you guys turned quickly to see rip with raised brows and a finger pointed in your direction. "none of that. nope."

you laughed, nodding. you grabbed your pants and moved out of the room towards the bathroom. "i'm gonna change."

while you did, you could hear rip giving carter a stern talking to about keeping your hands to yourselves. you giggled to yourself, knowing nothing was going to happen while everyone was still in the house, but also knowing rip wasn't gonna give it up.

you walked out into the hallway, pausing when you saw carter and rip in the doorway to his room.

"we won't! i promise. trust me," carter said. he braced himself for his next question, glancing at the still open door and then back to rip. "but, can i shut the door?"

rip looked at him with raised brows, his hands resting on his hips.

"there's no way in hell you just fucking asked me that."

"i can't sleep with the door open!"

"why the hell not?"

"i don't know, it's just a thing, okay? look, we're not sleeping together, we're just sleeping together. it's not a big deal."

"if it ain't a big deal, then you can learn to get over your stupid open door thing."

"what? that's not even the same - i can't just get over it."

"well, you better learn to, son, because there's not a chance in hell that that door is gonna end up shut," rip said told him.

you glanced past them to see a smiling beth, shaking her head at her husband even though you knew she agreed with him. you didn't care either way, you just wanted to be able to go to sleep in peace.

"carter!" you called, catching both of the wheeler men's attention. "let's just sleep on the couch. grab your blankets, come on. it'll be like a slumber party."

rip grinned, clapping his hands together as you approached. "perfect, all out in the open. you know, i like you more every time you come over."

"thanks mr. wheeler," you laughed as he gave you a one-armed hug.

carter changed into his sweats and then followed you out to the living room, collapsing on the couch with his comforter surrounding him. you threw two pillows at his head, the boy laughing as he caught them and sat up to put them underneath him.

"you know, he's just protective because carter's a lot like him," beth told you as she came to your side, a small smile on her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest. "and you're a lot like me. and we used to get into all sorts of trouble without my daddy knowing."

you laughed. "well, you don't got to worry, mrs. wheeler. his rules are pretty efficient - aint' nothing happening tonight."

"it's not just tonight i'm worried about," she mumbled, smiling at you again as she turned to leave. she squeezed your arm. "goodnight, honey. goodnight baby!"

carter's response was instant. "goodnight momma!"

you watched to see if she'd flinch or shoot him a look, but she didn't, instead smiling as rip followed her up the stairs. he shot carter a look.

"sleep well, you two," he said.

"goodnight mr and mrs. wheeler," you said as he flicked the lights off and you approached carter again.

he opened his arms, opening the blanket as well as you fell onto his chest. this was a regular position for you two and you snuggled into his chest naturally.

"that's an improvement," you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"yeah, first night we're sleeping together," he said with a chuckle straight from his chest that shook your relaxed figure. "that they know about."

"not that. your mom. she let you call her momma."

he smiled lightly at that, his hand rubbing up and down your back. "yeah, it's a recent development. i guess i do it enough that she's finally given up trying to stop me."

"you're her son, she ain't ever gonna see you any different. i don't see the point in her not letting you both fully accept that," you said quietly.

"yeah, me neither. i'm glad for it."

"i'm glad for you."

he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, the hand around your waist pulling you further up his chest. you looked up at him, smiling at the smile he was giving you before he shortened the space between you and pressed his lips to yours.

his hands were efficient as he pulled you closer to him, beginning to sit up to get a better angle before you broke away, laughing a bit. "carter."

"what?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"we're supposed to sleep."

"i'm just giving you a goodnight kiss," he defended lamely, reconnecting your lips in a slow kiss.

and then the worst happened.

"hey! none of that shit!" rip yelled, looking down over the railing that led to the upstairs. "quit it or i swear i'm gonna make y'all sleep in separate rooms."

"sir, yes sir!" you called, saluting him before settling back onto carter's chest with a laugh.

rip raised his brows at the boy, earning a sigh from carter. "okay, yes, fine."

"good. goodnight."

"goodnight." carter adjusted you in his arms again, laying down in a more comfortable sleeping position against his pillows and pulling the comforter up to your shoulders. "he's a pain."

"he loves you," you mumbled, leaning up to press a short kiss to his lips. "and i'm glad he does because i do too. and i ain't too mad at his rules. you've got to get some rest anyway. goodnight, cowboy."

"goodnight, cowgirl."

[lexirosewrites]

O!Steve & B!Robin as childhood friends!! Not Nancy Wheeler Friendly bc this is from a protective Robin POV & I needed drama & No Upside Down AU

They meet when Robin skips 4th grade & become friends when they're paired together for a project. Steve is a Henderson bc his mom divorced his sire Richard Harrington & Steve didn't want to b a Harrington anymore he wanted to have his mom's maiden name. He & his mom moved to Hawkins the week before school started.

Steve is chubby & a boy omega (which is rare especially in Hawkins Elementary where only two other boys in the grades below r omegas) which makes him different & he's not very good at reading aloud but he still gets some of the best scores on their social studies or history lessons & his scent is still muted like the kids younger than them. So he isn't popular but he isn't overtly bullied but he is largely ignored by the kids w more social capital.

So he & Robin bond abt being treated as outcasts. They quickly become best friends & spend as much time together outside of school as they can except every other Sunday bc Steve's mom drives a few towns away in Roane County to the nearest Episcopal church.

Robin was raised Buddhist bc her mom is a child of Vietnamese immigrants & her dad was an anti-war protester (especially after he gets drafted into Vietnam, causing him to lose his left leg). The Buckleys celebrate a vague Christmas tht they treat more like Yule with Father Winter instead of Santa, presents still happen but Robin is expected to choose a few of her gifts to give to a nearby domestic violence shelter where some kids stay.

Then high school starts. Steve has his first heat the summer before & so his scent matures to smell like baked apples w honey. He loses a bit of the baby fat, his face gets clearer of acne he'd developed in 7th grade, & his hair is noticeably more shiny. This means Steve is suddenly the subject of new attention by some of the beta boys & alphas of Hawkins High. It all makes Steve uncomfortable so Robin stops trimming her nails & even files them sharper when at home. She shows off her newly sharp nails when she scratches up the arms of an alpha senior who wasn't taking Steve's polite refusals as an answer, tearing up their jacket sleeves, & even ripping a big hole in the bottom of their backpack so all their things tumbled out.

After tht word spread quickly tht Steve Henderson had a guard, Robin Buckley. So the attention turned from a rush to a trickle.

A!Tommy Hagan tries harassing Steve in their sophomore year & calling it courting but Robin tells B!Carol Perkins tht Tommy is trying to cheat on her & together they scratch Tommy so deeply he gets scars. Sophomore year is also when Steve begins babysitting for extra cash. He starts w his little cousin Dustin, then the Sinclairs hire him every other Saturday night, & the list grows till Steve is having Robin help him keep a planner just to keep track of his babysitting gigs.

Then junior year brings abt a Steve who is the uncontested prettiest omega in school & the attention gets worse. Except now ppl know to try to get Robin's approval. She doesn't make it easy & this weeds out the ppl who only wanted a chance to say they'd popped Steve's cherry.

This works till A!Nancy Wheeler sets her sights on Steve. Nancy does practically every task Robin gives her w minimal complaints, so Robin gives Nancy the chance to actually court Steve. Except it quickly becomes clear to Robin tht Nancy didn't seem all tht interested in learning more abt steve outside of who he was in the schools social ladder. Robin would watch how Nancy flaunted their relationship to others to establish a growing social status but would then make eyes at B!Jonathan Byers, The Creep as others called him.

When O!Will Byers goes missing (later being found kidnapped by his father) & B!Barb runs away while the town is focused on tht, Nancy becomes more & more disinterested in Steve. Apparently insisting to Steve tht Barb was her best friend & tht she would've told Nancy if she was going to run away. Robin snorts when Steve tells her this bc it was obvious to Robin their friendship was a one way street of Nancy getting what she wanted.

So of course Nancy embarrasses herself & Steve at Tina's Halloween party the next year, after a year of growing colder towards Steve & leading him on & insisting to them both tht Jonathan is just a friend. Of course Nancy runs off w Byers after the whisper of a lead on where Barb had gone reaches her ears, of course she comes back smelling like Byers in a way tht made it clear she'd had sex w him & only then breaking up w Steve & worst of all is how Steve doesn't get angry with Nancy or Jonathan.

It all gets more annoying when Steve is newly single & knot headed A!Billy Hargrove tries approaching Steve when no one else is around. He never offers to exclusively court Steve & he never approaches Robin abt it either. He just follows Steve to secluded corners of the school or town & makes comments when no one is around to hear him.

Eventually they graduate, Robin decides to put off going away for college opting instead to take classes part time at the Roane County Community College w Steve. Billy Hargrove races out of town after he beats his father in the Hargroves front lawn, Mr Hargrove leaves town soon after but his wife & step daughter the Mayfields stay in Hawkins. Robin only learns most of this thanks to Steve being Max's babysitter now

for two weeks of the summer Nancy tries to court Steve again, claiming she'd changed but this is after Jonathan Byers learns tht Nancy hadn't broken up w Steve till after their fruitless attempt to convince Barb to come home led to them sleeping together & so he breaks up w her unable to believe she'd hurt Steve in the way his own father had hurt his mom

They get jobs at the mall in the food court. Then the larger parent company of their employer Scoops Ahoy gets shut down by the government for tax evasion & tax fraud & a whole list of illegal labor practices so they find new jobs at the Cinema-plex in the same mall. Then the mall burns down bc the construction was cheap & several safety regulations were blatantly ignored. So they find another job they can work together. This time at Family Video, after an interview w Keith (whose parents own the small strip mall where the laundromat & the arcade & video store r located) wherein Robin said her favorite movie was a German silent film she knew Keith would know nothing abt & Steve equally stumped Keith w a samurai movie tht Robin knew didn't circulate in the US, Ms Henderson had gotten the VHS of the movie shipped to Hawkins through friends in the UK.

Time went on, they took their classes at the small community college, Steve still babysat here & there, & the platonic soulmates were even apartment hunting in their free time. Settling on the relatively affordable rent of a 2 bed trailer in Forest Hills.

That's where Eddie Munson pops into their lives. Apparently he'd met Steve once or twice when Steve had come by to babysit Max. Now tht the pair lived so close by Munson he took to being a welcome committee. A couple of months of living in the trailer park, hanging out w Eddie who had begun working at the local mechanics instead of racing out of town like Hargrove, & buying the odd joint from the alpha at an obviously reduced price. Munson made his move & approached Robin on a day tht she was working without Steve.

The alpha was visibly nervous but determined & he didn't even shrink away when Robin glared him down for 5 minutes in silence. So she sighed & gave him a random task tht she knew Steve would like to see. This went on & on, Eddie growing closer w Steve & when Steve told Robin he wanted to b courted by their neighbor she delivered the news to Eddie w her best friend right behind her.

The pair courted for 2 years before Steve sat her down & told her he was pregnant just abt 2 months along & tht he & Eddie were going to exchange bites before the due date & tht they wanted to move in together. Robin was silent bc they were supposed to leave for Portland tht spring, so tht she could attend college & Steve could get a cosmetology license, they were supposed to remain together into their old age. She didn't even realize tht she'd nearly gone into a srs beta drop till it was the next morning & she was being held by Steve in his nest.

Over breakfast sandwiches in bed Steve explained tht she had dropped before Steve could tell her tht if she approved Eddie was going to drive to Portland two weeks before they planned to leave & get a 3 bedroom apartment set up. If she didnt approve Eddie was still going to drive there early but just find an apartment for stobin & another apartment for himself. They talked for hours abt how Steve didn't want to b best friends w anyone except Robin & his alpha, how Robin had been scared for awhile abt Steve leaving her, & it ended w them having a movie night where they ordered Eddie to pick up a pizza & sodas & the biggest order of chicken tenders possible

7 months later after a home birth in Portland Oregon, Robin cried when she got to meet her best friends twin babies & learned tht they'd named the youngest of the baby girls Janis Robin Munson while the older twin was Joan Cathy Munson (Cathy was Eddie's mom's name & coincidentally grandma Henderson's name)

& Aunty Robin became the Munson pups favorite babysitter 🥰

Robin being protective of omega Steve is always so lovely💕💕💕

[werepuppy-steve]

woke up thinking about how we don't know if steve even lives at his house on loch nora anymore. what if part of his dad cutting him off was also kicking him out? he's got enough money from the government saves up from the previous two years, he could leave hawkins in the dust and get a place in indianapolis.

but he doesn't. two years of government hush money also means there's a chance of it coming back. so he stays. he temporarily moves in with dustin and claudia before dustin leaves for camp. they set up the spare bedroom for him and claudia helps him look in the paper for job listings. there's a flyer for starcourt in the inserts with "now hiring!" in bold yellow letters. he figures it wouldn't hurt.

he starts at scoops and meets robin, gets tortured a little. but it's fine because the kids are safe and his pockets end up being a little heavier this time around. an "apology" of sorts for being a casualty of the cold war, they said.

when his face is all healed and he can see out of his left eye again, claudia (who i hc to be in real estate) helps him look for properties. by the middle of october, steve is signing the papers for a mortgage on a little two bedroom (bc of course dustin is going to have a room there) tudor on the outskirts of hawkins. he doesn't have much in the means of decorating, but with the help of claudia, dustin, robin, and the rest of the party (including karen wheeler, which surprises steve a little), steve ends up with a cosy little home filled with knick knacks and furniture that were either thrifted or donated. absolutely none of it matches, but for the first time in what feels like his entire life, steve has something that is his.

[dancethroughthethunder]

Happy New Year, Stevie (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary: 

For someone who romanticizes every holiday, you’re pretty ambivalent about New Years. Sure there’s a promise of a new year and a new beginning which should be right up your alley, but for some reason you’re far more excited about another night with friends than you are celebrating a new year.

It's New Years Eve in Hawkins and you spend most of the night helping your best friend, Steve, get ready for all of your friends to come over for a chill, party. Together with a lot of snacks and laughter, you all ring in the new year.

Author’s Note: This work can also be found here at my ao3

For someone who romanticizes every holiday, you’re pretty ambivalent about New Years. Sure there’s a promise of a new year and a new beginning which should be right up your alley, but for some reason you’re far more excited about another night with friends than you are celebrating a new year. 

It’s not that you have anything against New Years, it just isn’t one of your favorite holidays. If you were more cynical, maybe you could tie that to never having had a midnight kiss, or the pressure everyone puts on making big life changes and resolutions every year, just to abandon them within the month. But cynical really isn’t your thing either, so to you it’s just another day with the added bonus of a night with friends, snacks, and music. You’ll celebrate it, it’s just not the top of your list.

In the past few years, your friends have gotten into a typical rhythm with the holidays, everyone goes to Steve’s for the Fourth of July for a backyard pool party and barbecue, it’s Halloween in the Wheeler’s basement for old times sake after the kids go trick or treating (your favorite part is when Will tosses you a few candy bars later in the night, always willing to share), Nancy and Jonathan host Thanksgiving, and you do your yearly friends Christmas party. Robin and Eddie like to pick one holiday each year to celebrate with a rotating party, just for fun. Two years ago it was Arbor Day, last year it was Flag Day, and this year they hosted a Columbus Day party where they showed up at Steve’s house and proclaimed it their own for the day. 

Yet despite all of this, you don’t really have a set New Year's Eve tradition. It actually might be more accurate to say that your tradition is to rotate who hosts every year. This year it’s Steve’s turn to host, at least according to Dustin and the kids, so you’ve offered to come over early to help him set up.

Nancy mentioned that she’s going to have Jonathan bring his camera for a few nice shots of everyone so as you throw your outfit for later in your bag, you decide to grab your makeup as well, just in case. It’s just a chill party with your friends, and they all know what you look like, but there’s no rule saying you can’t put on your makeup for a nice evening. Right now you’ve got a comfy pair of sweatpants and one of your dad’s old shirts on, and you have a cute sweater and jeans in your bag for later. 

“Alright Mom, I’m off to Steve’s.” You yell out as you head to the kitchen to grab your car keys and the pizza bread you threw together earlier in the morning that still needs to go in the oven.

“Have fun, don’t forget to bring him that plate of cookies.” 

You’re glad that your mom can’t see as you roll your eyes. Every year Steve has to go to some country club party with his parents while your mom’s side of the family does their big Christmas get-together and your Great Aunt Sue always brings an extra plate of cookies. Whether they’re actually for Steve or your mom just pawns them off on him, you’re not really sure anymore. Steve’s been your best friend for years and sometimes you joke that your family likes him more than you. Regardless, you know he loves the cookies so you grab the plate off the counter as your mom walks into the kitchen, curlers in her hair.

“Are you going out like that?”

“Oh, wow, what a vote of confidence.” You tease your mom.

“No, no I didn’t mean it like that.” And you know she didn’t, not really. You love your mom, and you really love to tease her when she puts her foot in her mouth like that. Somehow she only manages to do it with you. She’s an absolute sweetheart and only when it comes to your appearance does your mom manage to say something incredibly well intentioned, yet passive aggressive. 

“I just meant that your hair is wet. At least put a hat on.” She grabs one of the winter hats your grandmother has knitted and tosses it to you.

“Yeah I can do my hair at Steve’s, don’t want to look hideous for the group photos. Have fun tonight, love you!” You laugh as you leave your kitchen, cookies, bread, and bag in hand, and hat on head as you walk out to your car. Once you get everything set in your car and gently place the cookies on the floor so they don’t spill and make a mess at your first turn, you start your car and head over to Steve’s. 

It’s a short drive to Steve’s but it gives you a chance to think about what all you might do tonight. You’re not sure but you think you heard the guys talking about a mini D&D campaign, you know Nancy wants some photos of everyone, and undoubtedly Robin will bring some movies and Eddie will come up with some sort of other game. You’re not sure but feel like it’s safe to assume you’ll end up with the tv on to watch the ball drop at midnight. 

While you’re thinking about your plans for the night, you arrive at Steve’s and pull into his driveway. He’s left you enough room to park right next to him, which is perfect since you’re usually the last one to leave on New Years Day, this way you don’t have to play musical cars later to let someone else out. Getting out of the car, you grab the cookies and your bag and head towards Steve’s door. You used to knock, even after Steve first told you that you didn’t have to, but you finally gave in and stopped knocking. Now you just walk in. 

“Hey, Stevie.” You call out as you kick off your shoes and head towards the kitchen to drop off the cookies and pizza bread.

“Hey yourself. Are these Sue’s? Hell yeah.” You find Steve already standing in the kitchen and he comes over and takes the plate of cookies right out of your hands. 

“I’m going to go throw my bag upstairs.” You tell him, rolling your eyes at the sight of him immediately unwrapping the plastic wrap and grabbing a cookie to eat, as you put the pizza bread dough in the fridge. He’s so predictable. One year you joked that all of the leftover cookies were yours and he chased you around the house for them, which admittedly didn’t last long since he’s much faster than you. 

You walk upstairs and push open the door to Steve’s room to drop off your bag. You turn around to head back downstairs when you decide that you’re already putting in enough effort with your makeup and nice sweater, you might as well finish it off, so you grab a hanger from Steve’s closet and hang your sweater up so it’s not too wrinkled later on. As an added touch, you grab a hairbrush and head back downstairs to rejoin Steve in the kitchen. 

“Stevie.” You greet him, with a big smile on your face.

“Oh I know that look, what do you want?” He asks.

“Would you braid my hair? I don’t want to worry about it while we’re getting ready but this way it can also look nice later.” 

Steve rolls his eyes as he holds out his hand to grab the hairbrush for you. Your hair is much curlier than Steve’s and it’s taken years of friendship and asking him to do it for you for him to get used to gently brushing the knots out of it. A few years ago you taught him how to braid hair, telling him that all you wanted for Christmas was for him to help you out with it sometimes. He loves to tease you about it but you both know that you both enjoy it. You’re pretty sure that Eddie won’t give up asking until Steve agrees to do his too, but Steve always argues that yours is the only hair he’ll do. 

Grabbing a pen and notepad to work on your to-do list, you follow Steve over towards the counter where he hops up and moves you to stand between his legs. You remember being younger and sitting between your mom’s legs as she did your hair, or kneeling on the ground having your mom do your hair before dance recitals in middle school, and your knees much prefer it this way. You try, unsuccessfully, to ignore the way your heart beats a little faster as you settle in and Steve presses his legs against you. 

While Steve braids your hair, the two of you talk about your plan for the night and what you want to get done before everyone else gets over, planning out the decorations and snacks. 

“Shockingly this year I think Dustin and the guys are going to be the last ones to get here.” Steve says from behind you.

“Oh? Do they have something else before this?” You ask.

“I guess some New Years thing at the arcade? I don’t really know to be honest. Claudia said she’d pick them up and bring them over, and I think before that Jonathan and Nancy will come over with the rest of the food, and then Robin and Eddie should get here with whatever they’re bringing.” 

“Alright, so you said you have most of the snacks already?” You say, crossing “Get snacks” off your list.

“Yeah, Eddie and I went to the store the other day and grabbed the chips, cookies, and drinks. Basically anything that didn’t need to be fresh today.” 

“Perfect. I’ll turn on the oven after this so it can preheat for the pizza bread.”

“Nah, I did it while you were upstairs.” 

You can’t help but smile at this. Sure, you make it every year but that doesn’t mean it’s guaranteed that Steve would remember what you cook it at, or know that you hadn’t finished making it this morning. You always appreciate knowing how much attention your best friend pays, and how seen it makes you feel. 

Steve gently tugs on the bottom of your braid to let you know he’s done, and leans down to set his chin on your shoulder so he can look at the list with you. 

“I’ll put the bread in once the oven is ready, we can get the living room decorated, and then I can get all of the snacks out while you bring a few of the extra folding chairs into the dining room?” Nobody ever just sits and talks around the dining room, but every time you all get together at Steve’s you insist on bringing in extra chairs, just in case. Steve doesn’t fight you on it anymore. 

“Sounds like a plan. Jonathan said he and Nancy are coming over around 7:30, so I figure around 7 we can go upstairs and get ready?” 

“Works for me.” You tell him as you finish writing down the order that everything is going to happen in. The oven beeps to let you know it’s done preheating and you walk over to the fridge to get out the dough as Steve hops back down from the counter and gets you a pan to bake it in. 

Once the pizza bread is in the oven and the timer is set, you head towards the living room where you find a few big bags of party decorations. It seems that Steve, Eddie, and Robin went all out this year with balloons, streamers, and a big sign that says Happy New Year. 

Steve puts the radio on and the two of you listen to music while you work to decorate the living room, stopping every now and then for a dance break. Eventually it’s time to take the pizza bread out of the oven and the living room is almost ready, so you take that as your cue to get the rest of the snacks ready. Getting a few bowls and trays out, you start putting the chips, cookies, and other snacks onto their respective trays for the night. Everything, that is, except for Great Aunt Sue’s cookies which go right into the pantry for Steve to keep for himself and enjoy later. 

Before you know it, the two of you have finished getting everything ready and head up to Steve’s room to get yourself ready.

“Ooh, I like it.” Steve says, seeing your sweater hanging up on the closet door.

"Thanks! Nancy mentioned wanting to take a few photos, and I figured I might as well look a little presentable. Mom and Dad gave it to me for Christmas.” You say as you sit down to start putting on a little makeup.

“I like it, it’s going to be a really nice color on you.” Steve smiles at you. You’re looking at yourself in the mirror as you put on your blush and don’t see the way Steve is staring at you. Steve loves every day he gets to spend with you, but he really likes these ones. The days where it feels like you’re playing house, and he can pretend it’s your house, together, that you’re getting ready for friends to. He loves getting to do your hair, dance around in the living room, and then coming upstairs to watch you get ready. 

Before you can turn around and see him staring, Steve opens his closet and starts searching for a sweater that he thinks will match yours nicely. He grabs it and a pair of jeans and starts getting changed. You’re totally focused on doing your makeup, and it’s not like you’d see anything you haven’t seen, or that you wouldn’t see at the pool. 

You finish your makeup and turn around, where Steve is already dressed, and sitting on the end of his bed anticipating your next question. 

‘Yes, I will check that your makeup is even, and yes it is and you look lovely.” 

You smile at each other, and for a moment you wonder what Steve's thinking about, before the doorbell rings.

“Damn it, I thought Jonathan said 7:30.” He grumbles as he stands up to go downstairs. He makes it as far as the door of his room before he turns back around, “Really, that’s a nice lipstick on you.” He says before going downstairs.

“Hey, Harrington!” You hear Eddie as soon as the door opens.

“Hi Steve!” Robin says, and you laugh picturing the way Eddie has probably just pushed right past Steve into the house while Robin greets him. 

“Hi guys!” You call out, shutting the door to Steve’s room so you can quickly get changed. You take off your sweatpants and shimmy into your jeans right as the door bursts open. 

“Robin, what the fuck?” You laugh. “The door was shut for a reason.” 

“Oops, my bad.” She says, coming over to sit on Steve’s bed, right where he had just been. “Eddie’s downstairs helping Steve make the punch so I figured I’d avoid all of that.”

“Oh yeah, we wanted to have one alcoholic and one not, and I’m almost afraid to find out how much Eddie alcohol Eddie thinks it’ll need.” The two of you laugh. You finish getting dressed, take your hair out of the braid and fluff your curls a little, all while Robin tells you how work has been. 

Soon, you’re ready to go downstairs so you neatly fold up your clothes and put them back into your bag, hanging off Steve’s dresser. As you stop to grab your favorite necklace off the dresser top, you don’t see the look Robin gives you at your sense of familiarity in Steve’s room. Usually this is where Robin would offer to lend a hand with your necklace, but she thinks that if she gets down fast enough you’ll probably ask Steve instead.

“Race you downstairs!” She blurts out as she takes off, leaving you scrambling to catch up. 

Your feet are moving faster than they probably should be as you race down the stairs and one of your socks catches on the floor, sending you sliding across the front hall directly into Steve.

“Well, fancy seeing you here, sir. Come here often?” You ask him between laughs as he helps you regain your balance. He sees your necklace in your hand and neither of you say anything as he takes it from you and you turn around and lift your hair for him to help.

Neither of you know that you’re both thinking about what it might be like if once your necklace is on, instead of saying “ All done! ”, Steve would gently place a soft kiss on the back of your neck. But that’s not exactly a normal friendly gesture to pull out, especially wordlessly in front of either friends, so Steve does offer the expected “All done!” and you lower your hair back to sit on your shoulders like normal.

Eddie and Robin are peeking out at the two of you from the kitchen, where they’re grabbed a few of the snacks to bring to the living room. The four of you work to get the finishing touches ready and soon Jonathan and Nancy arrive with the pizza and veggie tray. 

While you wait for the kids to show up, the six of you play a drinking game. You’re not quite sure of the rules, because you’re pretty sure Eddie is making it up as he goes, and that Jonathan and Steve are arguing with him mostly for their own amusement more than they are over actually caring what the rules are or aren’t. 

After a little while, the six of you are sufficiently tipsy from the punch, the pizza has been transferred from their boxes to the oven to stay warm, and the front door flies open as Dustin walks in.

“Dude, have you ever heard of knocking?” Steve groans.

“Dude, have you ever heard of this?” Dustin says, flipping him off. “Plus it’s a party!” 

“You always tell me not to knock.” You tease Steve as you stand up to greet the kids.

“Yeah, but you’re you.” He says with a wink. 

Max, El, Lucas, Will, and Mike all come in after Dustin and you lean your head out the front door to wave to Dustin’s mom and wish her a Happy New Year before she pulls back out of the driveway.

“Alright, let’s have some food!” Eddie says, coming up to say hi to everyone before making his way to the kitchen where Nancy is getting the pizzas out of the oven. 

“Wait!” Nancy says as she sets the pizzas down to cool. “Let’s get the photos first. Before we forget or anyone spills food.” 

You agree and help usher everyone to the living room. You and the rest of the older teens all pile onto the big couch, Eddie is perched on one arm of the couch, Robin next to Eddie, Nancy on Jonathan’s lap, Steve next to Jonathan, and you squished half on Steve’s lap on the opposite end. Dustin comes to sit on the other arm of the couch, as El and Max fill in on the floor in front of your feet, with Mike and Lucas on either side of them, and Will sitting directly in front of you.

Thanks to the timer, you’re able to take a photo as a big group, with Will getting up to reset it under Jonathan’s instruction. Then, at Nancy’s direction, the younger kids all get up while Will takes a photo of the six of you. You, Steve, Eddie, and Robin get off the couch so Jonathan and Nancy can have their own photo before they’re rushed by the younger kids to take one of the six of them, without any of you “old people”. Similar to Jonathan and Nancy, El and Max want their own photo with their boyfriends, and then they talk you, Nancy, and Robin into a girl's photo. Eddie ignores everyone’s complaints to force them into a guy’s photo, and once that’s done, you think you’re finally finished. 

“Now hold on, one more!” Nancy calls out, sounding like your mother directing you and your cousins on Christmas morning. Before you know it, you’re steered back to the couch, and someone shoves Steve down to join you. 

It should probably cross your mind that the only people who have wanted individual partner photos have been couples, but it’s been you and Steve as best friends for so long, and you’re so focused on how good the pizza smells that you don’t think anything of it as Steve puts an arm around you and pulls you into him. Later, Jonathan will show you the candid photo he took of you laughing, head in Steve’s chest as he said something ridiculous and the sweet way Steve is looking down on you. Eventually, he’ll print it and Nancy will frame it for you as a belated Christmas present. But right now, you’re so focused on how ridiculous Steve is being and how hard you’re laughing, that once again you miss the way your friends are looking at you. 

When you finish taking your photos, Nancy finally concedes that it’s time for food and you laugh even harder watching the guys nearly bowl her over in an effort to get to the kitchen. You spend the next few hours listening to music, having lots of snacks, and as expected, listening to Eddie try and explain another game. 

Eventually it’s 11:30 and you all decide to turn the tv on to watch the last half hour of Dick Clark’s Rockin New Years Eve, which you’ve been watching since you were a little kid. When you go to the kitchen to grab another drink, someone (probably Nancy, if you had to guess) suggests going around and sharing their new year's resolutions. You squeeze back onto the couch next to Steve as he steals your punch to take a sip while you get comfortable.

Nobody’s resolutions are really a surprise, Nancy wants to get promoted at work, Jonathan wants to spend more time with Nancy than at work, Robin wants to figure out how to talk to girls and how to spend less time talking with Keith, and Eddie wants to go to more concerts than he did this year. Max doesn’t have one, El isn’t sure what hers is but decides she wants it to be spending more time with friends. You don’t quite catch what Mike says but you do see Lucas elbow him over it while Dustin laughs. While the rest of the kids share theirs, or make one up on the spot to appease Nancy, you give some thought to what yours might be. 

You’re pretty happy, sure you could do with a higher salary, or for your boss to listen to you more, but right now those are sort of out of your hands. You’ve got some great friends you love, and wonder if it might be a cop out to say the same as El, that you want even more time with your friends. 

By the time you start paying attention again, you notice Steve is staring at you. 

“What are you thinking about over there?” He says, nudging you.

“Just trying to decide my resolution. Do you have one?” You ask. 

Steve opens his mouth, and looks like he’s about to say something when Dustin interrupts.

“Okay Steve your turn.” 

You expect Steve to just finish whatever he was about to say to you, but he pauses as he turns to look at everyone else. It’s brief, but long enough for you to notice that he seems to be changing what he was going to say. 

“I want a better job, I’m with Robin - no more Keith.” He jokes. 

“Your turn.” Nancy says to you.

“Oh I don’t know, you guys know me. I’m a big softie, I just want more days like this with you all where we’re safe and we’re happy.” You say, putting your head on Steve’s shoulder.

“Okay, barf.” Max says, with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, come on, Mom.” Dustin adds. You lift your head off Steve’s shoulder and stick your tongue out at Dustin.

Soon everyone is having fun and joking around again when Will notices the time. 

“Okay guys, one more minute left this year!” He says excitedly. You smile at him, you love Will. You’re not sure you could pick a favorite of the kids, you’re so close with Max and El too, but Will’s always been like a little brother to you. You turn your attention back to the tv, ready to count down the end of the year with the rest of your friends, and the rest of the country all ready to watch the ball drop. You’re half listening to what the presenter is saying on tv, as you watch the countdown clock tick down closer to zero. 

10 

9

“Ready for a new year, Harrington?” You turn and ask Steve. At some point the arm that had been behind you on the couch has moved, and is firmly around your waist.

8

7

“I don’t know, this year was pretty good.” He says as he grabs your drink and sets it down on the end table next to him. “I do think there’s one thing I’d like to be a little different.” 

6

5

“Oh, what’s that?” You tilt your head, wondering what he might have in mind. There’s one thing you’re hoping for, but it almost feels silly to hope, silly to get your hopes up for something that you don’t have any real reason to think might happen. Besides, you’re happy with your friendship and wouldn’t want to risk it for anything.

4

3

Again, Steve looks like he wants to say something but he closes his mouth, stopping himself. 

2

“Oh, fuck it.” 

1

Using the arm already around you, Steve tugs you into him and brings his other arm up to cup your face as he kisses you. 

Happy New Year!  

All around you, your friends are cheering and wishing one another a Happy New Year. You’re too busy kissing Steve to give a shit what year it is. 

This isn’t a quick New Year’s peck between friends honoring a tradition, this is the type of kiss people wait lifetimes for. This is the type of kiss that has you thinking that something in the universe has just suddenly clicked into place, this is the type of thing that people write love songs about, dedicate their art to. You’re sitting here, in his living room, in the middle of all of your friends and all you can think about is the feeling of Steve’s lips against yours and the way that your sweater has crept up so his hand is against your skin. You think his touch might burn you, and you’re going to let it.

Suddenly, a flash goes off, and the two of you pull away from one another. You turn to see Will standing there, Jonathan’s camera in hand and a wide smile on his face. 

“Happy New Year!” You offer, as though everyone isn’t glued to the show that is you and Steve. Eddie starts cheering, and everyone else follows and somehow you’re not sure that they aren’t cheering for you and Steve.

“Fucking finally.” Dustin says, and this time it’s Steve’s turn to flip him off.

Bringing his hand back to your face, Steve gently wipes below your bottom lip with his thumb. 

“You’ve got a little lipstick there.”

“Oops.” You giggle. “Good thing you liked the way it looks on me.”

“Baby, is it too soon to mention I like every lipstick on you?” Steve flirts as he comes back in for another kiss.

“Okay lovebirds, you’ve got a whole new year for this.” Robin teases.’ You’ve heard people say that the way you ring in the New Year is indicative of the rest of the year, and if that’s true, you’re looking forward to a lot of kisses to come. 

“Yeah. We’re going to play another game, we haven’t since last year!” Dustin says, and unsurprisingly everybody groans. 

As you all settle in to listen to Dustin explain the rules, Steve leans in and whispers “That’s what I’d like to do this year. I thought maybe we could try this, this year. Whaddya say, wanna be my girl?” 

You don’t even think he knows how good he looks, how intoxicating it is for him to whisper to you like that. You think that something like “ I’ve always been your girl”   might be a little too much so you give him a soft “Of course.” Quickly, before your friends complain, you lean in for one more quick kiss.

“Happy New Year, Stevie.”

“Happy New Year, beautiful.”

If New Year’s Eve means another night like this, you’re pretty sure you can find a way to be excited for it next year. Suddenly, having a new year’s resolution sounds pretty good. You decide in addition to more time with your friends, that your resolution for the next year is to spend time with your boyfriend, which is definitely going to include many, many more kisses.

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 1

A/N: Hey, everybody! The time has finally come. My two-year project, Into the Fire, is (almost) finally complete. I originally published this on Wattpad, but I’ve reformatted and edited the hell out of it to make it neater for this platform. This story has been my baby, a work of love and devotion to the fictional man that resides in my heart: Eddie Munson. I’m excited to share it with all of you, as it’s my proudest achievement. If you’re ever curious to know who I am as a writer, as a fan, and as a person, this is it. Please like, comment, reblog, follow to your heart’s content. And if you’d like to join my tag list, feel free to let me know. 

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: Mentions of blood, smoking, crying, angst, smut, teasing, fingering, use/mentions of drugs and alcohol, orgasm denial, small argument, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, squirting

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Part 1.1: Fast Times at Hawkins U

Friday, March 10th, 1989

"Can I please host Hellfire here this weekend, Mom? The theater room is being repainted, and the Wheeler's have temporarily banned us because Mike is grounded. This campaign is really important, weeks of work have gone into this." You're sitting on the couch, listening to your brother Dustin pleading with your mother in the kitchen.

"I don't know, Dusty. You know we don't have a lot of extra money to spend on food for all your friends. I love that you have a good bond with them since Will moved away, but isn't there somewhere else you can go?" Your mother has always been worried about money since Dad skipped out on you. You'd initially offered to get a job once you were out of high school, but she insisted you focus on college and just 'enjoy being young before it's too late'.

"See, I knew you'd be concerned about that, but everyone else is bringing snacks and stuff. You won't need to worry, Mom. We won't ask you for anything, I promise! We just need the space, nobody else's house is big enough for everybody." You can't help but smile to yourself, Dustin always thinks of everything. He's always been a sweet, considerate kid. Sure, he’s passionate about his interests, but he never wants to add to your mother's burden. He may be young, but he’s smart enough to understand that she isn't made of money. Most kids would throw a fit or cry, but not Dustin. He thinks logically, working around every problem like a little mastermind.

"Oh, alright! As long as you clean up after yourselves, and try to keep the noise down when it gets late, you can host your club, sweetie." Mom has a hard time saying no when Dustin eliminates any concerns she’s posed, which admittedly isn't hard to do.

"Thanks, Mom! You're the best!" He cheers as he squeezes Mom tightly in a hug, she returns it with just as much strength. Your family is notorious for lung-crushing hugs. When they finally loosen their grip, Dustin jumps into the air in excitement. "I'm gonna go call everyone and tell them we're all set to go!" He rushes past you to the phone, rapidly dialing each member of the club, manically telling them your home is officially a hosting place for D&D starting tomorrow after school. Once everyone has been let in the loop, Dustin collapses back into his chair, catching his breath.

"You must be really excited for this campaign, huh?" You tease him.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am! It's probably the most important one we've ever had. And the longest, too. Eddie's been planning it for months." He beams at you, eyes wide and his smile impossibly large. But the thing that really stirs your interest is the mention of the club's leader, Eddie.

"Eddie's still leading you guys? I figured he would've passed the title down after he finished school." You remember him from high school, he just barely graduated in '86 with your class after being held back twice. Everyone expected him to drop out, but you admired the fact that he proved them wrong. You've always thought he was cute, but you ran in more academic circles. You weren't popular by any means, you were still a full-on nerd. But Eddie never treated you poorly. In fact, it was the opposite. He may act tough sometimes, but he's a big softy when he lets his guard down. You’re excited for him to be here, in your house, for three whole days. It’ll give you plenty of time to check him out, maybe even make a move if he isn't too busy with the game.

"Yeah, he meant to pick one of us to take over. I guess he gets kinda lonely and wants to stick around. He works sometimes, but when he isn't there's not much for him to do. His uncle works at the plant all night and sleeps all day. And everyone else is either in college or still in high school. So, the club is really all he has going on right now. He would have the band too, but the others have all gone out of state. He misses them a lot. We all do. They're some of our best players, really decent guys, too." Dustin's eyes look so sad, he really feels bad for Eddie. And you can't help but have sympathy for him as well. He made a place for freaks and geeks to feel accepted, and in the end, he's the one who got left behind. "Oh, shit. Don't tell him I told you any of this. He doesn't even acknowledge being lonely, I just couldn't help but pick up on it. He'll be so embarrassed if he knows I said anything." Dustin's eyes widen as he tries to right his mistake. You just smile at him.

"I won't say a word, Dusty. Your secret is safe with me. It's nice that you're so concerned for him, though. He's lucky to have you as a friend." You stand up to go to bed, ruffling his hair as you walk past. "Goodnight, kiddo." You call after him. You're halfway down the hall when a thought occurs to you, one that could benefit both you and Eddie. You walk backwards to face Dustin again. "Hey, would it be cool if I watched you guys play? I don't want to throw off your flow by trying to learn to play during your 'important' campaign. But I'd like to see how it goes, and maybe join you guys next time?" His eyes light up at your suggestion. He's tried for years to get you to play, but it didn’t seem like your style. But now that Eddie would be taking up temporary residence in your home, you figured now was as good a time as any to seek it out.

"Yeah, that'd be awesome! And I'm sure everyone would be cool with it." He takes a moment to think over your sudden motivation to join the club, finding it suspicious. "Wait a minute...you've never been interested any of the times I practically begged you to play. What's changed?" He quirks an eyebrow at you curiously.

"Oh, you know. I figure I should finally see what all the fuss is about. You've worn me down, kiddo." You reply nervously. You hope he'll take the bullshit, but it's unlikely. He's too smart for that.

He gives you a knowing look, smiling just a bit too big. "You sure it has nothing to do with Eddie staying in our house for three days?" Your eyes widen, he always sees right through you. Damn this kid's intellect. You don't dare to give him the satisfaction of being right.

"NO!" You protest, knitting your eyebrows in annoyance. "I just think life is short, and I should get some quality time with my baby brother. That's all! Now, I'm going to bed. And if you so much as imply that I like Eddie in any way when your friends are here, I'm going to smother you in your sleep!" You start walking back down the hall, ignoring Dustin's giggling. You slam your bedroom door shut, slumping to the floor as you lean against it. You dread what's to come tomorrow, Dustin is sure to blow it for you. He’s notorious for flapping his gums when he’s overly amused by something. And him discovering your crush on Eddie is one of the most amusing things he's ever heard.

You eventually climb into bed, trying to put thoughts of how badly tomorrow could go out of your mind. You try to focus on something nice, something good to help you fall asleep. Before you know it, Eddie floods your brain. You let your mind wander thinking about him. How handsome he is, with his long hair and tattoos. How soft his lips look, his deep brown eyes that shine so bright. His torn jeans, his leather jacket and battle vest, his Hellfire shirt. You imagine how all of his clothing would feel under your fingertips. You can't help but wonder what his lips taste like. Cigarettes for sure, but maybe something else too? You frequently saw him eating sweets at school, they seemed to be his weakness. So maybe he also tastes like chocolate, or artificial strawberries. Your mouth waters at the thought. You hope you have a chance to find out, though you aren't sure Eddie even sees you that way. You haven't seen him much since high school, so you aren't even sure he'd remember you. You drift off to  sleep just as you begin to imagine kissing him.

"Y/N! Hey, Y/N! Wake up! You're gonna be late!" You stir in bed, groaning loudly, pulling the comforter over your head. "Sweetie, you have classes today, and you slept through your alarm." Your eyes snap open, your mind fully realizing Mom is trying to wake you up. Your dreams were vivid and strange. Eddie was there, handsome as always. You know you were doing something with him, but the dream is slipping away from you as your mother chides you about the importance of being on time.

"Yeah, sorry, Mom. I was dreaming really heavily, but I'm getting up. I won't be late, promise." You babble with sleep still on your lips, stumbling from your bed to your dresser. You make quick work of getting dressed, barely putting any effort into your outfit. Jeans and a t-shirt will do. You brush your hair haphazardly, and don't even bother with makeup. You never really wear much anyways, but you definitely don't have time now. You run to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you can't go to class with morning breath.

"Dreaming, huh? What about?" Mom asks as she follows your path, a little too intrigued. You hope that Dustin hasn't let slip that you have a crush on one of his friends.

"Um, I can't remember. It slips away so easily once I wake up. But I'm sure it wasn't that interesting. It's usually about school." You blush as you lie, frantically going back to your bedroom to toss your books in your bag. You zip it shut and sling it over your shoulders, going down the hall to the kitchen. You grab an apple from the counter, you'll eat it on the way to school. You walk towards the entryway, slipping your feet into your sneakers. Mom follows close behind you, still digging.

"Okayyyy, if you say so. But it wouldn't hurt if you had dreams about someone. A boy, perhaps? You could stand to date someone, you've barely brought anyone home before. And you're already twenty. Men won't be chasing after you for much longer." You know Mom doesn't mean that in a hurtful way, it’s just her personal experience. Since Dad left, she's never had much luck in the small dating pool Hawkins has to offer. Especially to someone her age who has two kids. You can't help but be a bit annoyed by her prying into your personal business, though.

"Mom, I'm telling you it was nothing. And even if it was, it's none of your business. And I'm only twenty, there's plenty of time for finding a man, if I even want to do that. I'm an adult, and I'll talk to you about things like this when I want to. But I can't have this conversation right now, or maybe ever. I'm already running late. I'll be back after classes. I love you, Mom." She stands speechless with her mouth hanging open as you walk out the door. You slam it behind you, hating that her lecture has put you in a bad mood. You glance at your watch, shaking your head. Class starts in ten minutes, but it's a fifteen minute bike ride. You think you can make it if you really push yourself.

You go to the side of the house to retrieve your bike. You do have your license, but Mom needs the car for her job. You hop onto the bike, and begin pedaling as fast as you can down the road. You're panting as you pedal, struggling to take bites of your apple while you ride. You're approaching the downtown area, the streets are busy with people on their way to work and school, you have to be careful here. You're lucky enough to hit every green light as you pass the pharmacy, the library, the movie theater.

You're still a ways away from the community college, you check your watch again. Five minutes left, and you need at least eight. You look back up to see that the light you're coming to is yellow, about to turn red. You don't have time to stop, so you pedal even harder. Your lungs are on fire at this point, and you've given up on your apple.

You zoom into the intersection, just as a beat-up van begins to move forward on your right. It collides into you, hitting your front tire and knocking you over. You scream as you fall, scraping your hands and knees against the road. The apple falls from your hand, rolling into the intersection. The van stops, the tires screeching loudly. You're laying on the ground, shaking with fear. You hear the driver open the door and hop out to check on you. Other vehicles have also stopped, drivers stepping out to observe the scene.

"Oh, fuck. Are you alright?" You hear a familiar voice from the driver of the van. No, this cannot be happening. Not here, not him, not now. You feel two large hands grabbing your shoulders to sit you up to face him. You turn your head and find Eddie kneeling next to you. "Hey, you okay, Henderson?" He asks, concern lacing his voice. He does remember me. He waves a hand in front of you, but you're too dumbstruck to say anything. "Did you hit your head? How many fingers am I holding up?" He asks as he puts up three fingers.

"Three. And I'm fine, just some scrapes. Nothing to worry about. I'm gonna be late for class." You try to stand, but you hiss as you feel your palms and knees sting. You start to fall again. Eddie catches you in his arms.

"Let me see." He says, looking into your eyes. You show him your hands, they're bleeding and have little pebbles lodged in the cuts. He checks your knees, your jeans are torn, and the flesh is also scraped and bloody. "Okay, I'll get you in the van. We'll get you cleaned up and then I'll drive you to class." He stutters as he speaks, he's pretty shaken up. Eddie stands with you still in his arms, carrying you to the passenger door. He's surprisingly strong, given how skinny he is. He opens the door, placing you inside the passenger seat, gently shutting you inside.

Eddie goes to grab your bike from the road, but the front tire is busted. "Shit." You hear him mutter as he lifts it up. You see the damage, cursing yourself for being so careless. Now you don't have a way to class, unless you walk. He carries the bike to the back of the van, placing it in as politely as possible. He shuts the doors, and runs back to the front. The onlookers are still staring, making your cheeks burn red. It's so embarrassing, half the town saw you eat it in the middle of the road. Eddie waves them away, assuring he'll take care of you and your bike.

Everyone seems satisfied and moves on with their day. Traffic resumes movement, and Eddie enters the van again. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'll do everything I can to tend to your wounds and fix your bike." He says, eyes focused on the road as he starts driving. But he's not going towards your school. Instead, he's heading in the direction of the supermarket.

"No, Eddie. Don't be sorry. I was the one rushing, risking exactly what happened just now so I could make it on time. I was being stupid. And don't worry, I'm not expecting you to do anything for me. It's my own fault, I一"

"Cut that shit out, Y/N. I don't want you to blame yourself. It wasn't exactly smart, but I'm the one that hit you. So relax, and let me help you. Shit, I forgot how stubborn you can be." He looks at you with stern eyes, serious about taking care of you. You nod silently, deciding to do as he asks. "Good, now I'm gonna go in the store and get supplies to clean you up." He says as he pulls into the lot of the market, parking as close to the door as possible. "Do you want anything while I'm in there, Henderson?" He asks.

"No thanks. I don't want to be any trouble." You shake your head.

"It's the least I can do, Y/N. I did almost run you over with my van, after all. You're sure you don't want anything?" He tentatively waits for your answer.

"It's very sweet of you, Eddie. But I promise, I'm fine. Just try not to take too long. My mom's gonna kill me if she knows I missed classes today." You plead at him with your eyes to just do what he insists on doing and get you to school as soon as possible. He nods, seeming to get the message.

"No problem, princess. Just wait here, I won't be long." He smiles at you, and leaves the van, running into the store. You can't help but look at his ass while he runs, feeling your cheeks heat up when you realize what you’ve done. You also realize something else. He called you 'princess'. You giggle at the nickname, replaying how it sounded coming from Eddie's lips. You don't even notice Eddie getting back into the van about ten minutes later as you continue to fantasize about him. "Hello? Earth to Y/N. You sure you didn't hit your head?" Eddie waves his hands in front of your face again, snapping you out of your trance.

"Sorry. I'm fine. No concussions here, I swear." Your cheeks burn even more as he's caught you daydreaming.

"Maybe not, but you're looking redder than a commie right about now. What were you thinking about?" Eddie smirks, mentally guessing what potentially dirty things played out inside your head.

You gasp at his question, feeling exposed. "Uh...nothing. Just a dream I had last night. It's not important."

"Hmm, a dream you say? And what, pray tell, were you dreaming about?" He's very curious to know if perhaps he made an appearance. He can't help but smile wider, watching your whole face turn a deep shade of crimson. He thinks you're so cute when you're embarrassed.

"It's nothing you'd want to hear about. Girly stuff. We're wasting time here, I really need to get to class." You look down at your hands, the blood on them turning a dark brown as it dries.

"Right." He sighs, frowning. He didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. He reaches into the bag of items he bought, pulling out some disinfectant and a couple rags. He opens the bottle, squirting some of the liquid onto one of the rags. You hold your hands out to him, and he takes one of your wrists. "This is gonna sting, but I have to get all the blood and dirt off before I can pick out the pebbles." You just nod to give him the go-ahead. He wipes your palm gently, dabbing away the dirt and blood. You hiss in pain, you've never had so much skin scraped off before. "It's alright, Y/N. I'm tryin’ to be quick, but gentle. I don't wanna hurt you more than I already have." His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see his gentle expression. It makes you blush again, which he takes note of, smiling slightly.

"It's fine, Eddie. Really." You try to reassure him, but he's not convinced. He finishes disinfecting your hands, and goes back into the bag to pull out some tweezers. Eddie makes quick work of plucking all the tiny rocks out of your skin. "Ouch!" You yelp as he accidentally pinches your sore flesh, almost pulling your hand away.

"Shit, sorry. I'm tryin’ my best, some of these fuckers are tiny." He brings his face closer to your hands, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he looks over his work. He pulls out one more stone, dropping it on the floor. "And...done!" He says cheerfully, and you can't help but giggle at him. "Ha! Finally, a smile on that pretty face!" He smirks at you, and it gives you a chill. "Jeez, you are something else, Y/N." He chuckles as he pulls out some ointment and bandages.

"What do you mean?" You question, starting to feel nervous. Did he see you checking him out? No, he couldn't have. You know how to be subtle.

"Relax, Henderson. It's not that serious. What I mean though, is that you're very keen on putting on a brave face for some reason. You've got all these walls built up. You act like you don't need anybody, when clearly you do." He focuses on bandaging your hands as he speaks, the feeling of his skin on yours making you tingle.

"Is that right?" You ask incredulously. You want to feel offended by his words, but he's got you all figured out. You try your best to be independent, and you don't take kindly to people doting on you. You don't want to be a burden.

"Oh, I know I'm right. You've always been like that, even back in high school. You refused any help with bullies, or when your Dad left. You hold up the world on your shoulders, but you don't need to carry so much weight. It's not all yours, ya know." He lifts your bandaged hands up, turning them over. He kisses them lightly while making eye contact with you.

Your eyes widen, and you can't help gasping. "You don't know me, Munson." You snatch your hands away, trying to be angry with him. You hate that he sees right through you. It makes you feel like everybody else does, too. And all they see under your tough exterior is a scared little girl who can't handle anything.

"I didn't mean to offend you, Y/N. I'm just trying to help." Eddie says quietly, turning his attention to your knees. You suck in a breath at the sting of cleanser again, luckily there aren't any pebbles in your legs. You just want him to hurry up and take you to school. You’ve already got a plan hatched now. You’re going to finish out your day, go home, and tell Dustin to forget having you sit in on Hellfire tonight. You can't sit across from Eddie after he's laid everything out like this. It’s so embarrassing, and you want to hate him for it.

"Look, I appreciate the concern. But I don't need your help. I don't need anyone’s help. I can do just fine on my own, and I don't need you digging into my head like this. If I needed someone to do that, I'd see a fucking psychiatrist. Got it?" You almost yell at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His mouth falls open in shock, and he just stares at you. After a moment he's smirking again, and it gives you the urge to slap him. "Why are you looking at me like that, Eddie? Am I amusing to you?" You scowl at him. He can really be an ass sometimes.

"You are very amusing to me, Y/N. In more ways than you think. But I gotta say, you look sexy when you're angry." He chuckles, resuming his work. You can only manage to laugh with him, feeling like you've lost your mind. The fact that you yelled at him hasn't disturbed him in the slightest. Not only that, he thinks it was attractive. "And I'm not meaning to pry, sweetheart. But, can I level with you?" You nod while rolling your eyes, refusing to say anything. He might as well keep talking since you're not fully bandaged yet. "This whole defensive thing you're doing doesn't help anybody. I get why you do it, I've been there. But it seems like what you really need is someone to be there for you. Sure, you've got Dustin and your mom, but you don't seem to have anyone outside of your family. Everyone needs that, Y/N. And all I'm trying to do is be that person for you, but only if you let me. Bottling up the way you do is only going to make you explode later. And next time, it might be on someone much less forgiving than me."

You take some time to think over what Eddie’s just said, mulling the words over in your mind. He’s right. Outside of your home, you don't have anyone. All your friends from Hawkins High went elsewhere for college. And your current lab partner definitely doesn't count, either. You sigh, admitting defeat. "Alright, fine. You've got me pegged, Eds. And yeah, I'm defensive. I have good reason to be, though. I learned the hard way that you can't rely on or trust anyone." Tears begin to build in your eyes, and you curse yourself for letting your emotions get the best of you. Eddie just nods, listening to you speak. "When Dad left, it tore our family apart. He ran off with his secretary, for fuck's sake. How cliche can you get? He doesn't even send birthday cards to me or Dusty. No calls, no visits, nothing. He just up and decided he didn't want us anymore."

You sob after the last sentence leaves your lips. You can't hold back anymore, and you don't want to. You feel a rush of relief washing over you as you cry. You've never opened up to anyone about how your parents separating has affected you. Tons of people get divorced, most of them with kids. You’ve told yourself there’s no reason for you to be upset over something so normal. You’ve never allowed yourself to feel anything about it at all, until now.

Eddie finishes bandaging you up, and tosses the remaining supplies into the back of the van. Then he pulls you from your seat, and into his lap. He holds you in his arms, wiping your tears as they run down your face. Your head lays on his shoulder, and your arms are wrapped around his neck. He looks down at you with genuine care, which makes your heart swell. "I'm so sorry, princess. Your dad sounds like a real piece of shit. You deserve so much better than that." He strokes your hair, keeping it out of your eyes.

"I'm glad you think so, Eds." You sniffle. "But I can't help but wonder what I did to make him want nothing to do with me. I was only twelve. What does a twelve year old do so wrong that her own father abandons her?" You look into Eddie's eyes, begging him for the answer. But who can truly answer such a question?

"Nothing, Y/N. It's not on you, or Dustin, or even your mom. He acted on his own selfishness, that's all. I really hope you won't continue to blame yourself for that." His hand caresses your cheek, the cool metal of his rings making you shiver.

"I guess when you put it like that, it's pretty stupid. I'll try not to do that anymore." You say sadly, and he frowns slightly.

"It's not stupid, Y/N. People blame themselves all the time when they get hurt by others. I'm just saying you don't have to, because it isn't your fault. That's it. So quit insulting yourself, okay?"

"Okay. I promise." You reply quietly, nodding in agreement.

"Good. Now, let's get you to class, hm? I'm sure you missed a good chunk by now, but you'll live." He smiles at you, patting your thigh for you to get off of him. You climb back into your own seat, and Eddie starts up the van again.

It only takes a few minutes to reach Hawkins Community College, and the whole ride there is in silence. The air between you and Eddie feels different now, electric. You don't want to bring attention to it, you doubted Eddie’s even noticed. He parks right in front of the main entrance, turning to look at you. You mirror him, he seems like he's waiting for you to break the silence. "Thanks for um...driving me here. And helping me, and listening to me. You're a nice guy, Eddie." You say while looking down at your hands.

"Please, it's the least I could do. And I'll take your bike to the repair shop for you. What time are you done with classes today?" He asks.

"Uh, three-thirty. Why?" You ask, confused.

"So I can pick you up, silly. You didn't think I'd let you walk all the way home did you? What kind of man do you take me for?" He says in feigned offense, clutching his chest like you’ve stabbed him.

"Oh, well, thank you. I appreciate that, Eddie." You smile at him, and he smiles back. "I guess I should be going, I'll see you later." You turn to open your door, when you feel his hand on your arm. You turn to face him again. "Something wrong?" You ask when you see how desperate he looks to say something to you.

"No, I just一" Eddie stares at you a moment, before deciding to bite his tongue. "Nevermind." He shakes his head, laughing it off. "Have a good day, princess. I'll be back at three-thirty, 'kay?" He blushes slightly, and you wonder what that's about. Eddie is not one to blush, not without good reason. You decide to look past it, focusing on the fact that you're very late for class.

"Okay, three-thirty. Thanks again, Eddie. Really." You open the door and hop down out of the van. You groan slightly as your knees still hurt to bend, today is going to be rough. You glance back at him before closing the door. "See you later, Munson." You grin up at him.

"Later, Y/N." He replies, smirking back at you. You shut the door, turning to walk inside. You make a point to sway your hips just a bit more than usual as you walk, hoping he'll appreciate the view. He seems to because you hear him accidentally honk the horn. You turn back to look. Eddie's blushing like an idiot, smacking his head in embarrassment that his hand slipped as he was staring at your ass. You giggle as you wave coyly at him. He waves back, visibly gulping from nervousness. He shakily starts up the van, tearing out of the parking lot like he just pulled off a bank robbery.

You can't help but laugh at the sight. You made the Eddie Munson lose his cool. Not many people can boast that achievement. You run into the school, thinking about how fun this weekend is truly going to be. You only hope the clock will move faster than usual so you can see Eddie again.

Part 1.2: Do You Wanna Touch Me?

You're in your final class for the day, the large clock on the wall reads 3:25. Just five more minutes until you get to see Eddie again, he's been playing over in your mind all day. You haven't even bothered to pay attention in class, all you can think about is how big his smile is, how his voice sounds, the way his hands feel when they touch you. Luckily none of your professors have called on you like they usually do. Perhaps they’ve noticed your bandages and decided it best to let you be today. You look at the clock again, 3:27. Fuck, can't time go any faster?

You try your hardest to stop staring at that damn clock, looking out the large window to your right. It gives you a great view of the parking lot, and you just happen to see Eddie out there. He's leaning against the van, smoking a cigarette. God, he looks so hot when he smokes. You've never really gotten into it, but you wouldn't mind smoking with him. He's not that far away, but doesn't seem to notice you staring.

"Alright everyone, that's all for today! Don't forget to do the reading on microorganisms. And your 10-page essays on Bacteria vs. Viruses are due on Monday! I'll see you all next week." You're snapped out of your trance as your professor dismisses the class. You gather your things, shoving them into your bag. You dash out of the classroom, running down the halls to get outside. You push the front door open, and rush over to Eddie.

"Well, well, someone's happy to see me!" Eddie greets you as he takes another drag. You lean against the van beside Eddie, twiddling with your hands.

"Maybe. You are my ride home, after all. Is the bike fixed yet?" You ask.

"Oh, it'll be ready next week. I've got a guy who owes me a favor, so he'll do it free of charge. But I can drive you until then, if you like." Eddie says with the cigarette between his lips. He pulls the pack from his jacket pocket, gesturing it at you to offer you one.

"Oh, thanks." You grab a cigarette from the box, holding it between your fingers. Eddie pulls out his lighter, igniting it. You put the cigarette to your lips, leaning into the flame. You take a long drag, letting the smoke flow back out casually. He just stares at you as he puts the pack and lighter away. "And yeah, I guess you can be my ride." A sly smile spreads on your lips as you speak. He chokes on the drag he’s inhaling, your phrasing taking him by surprise. You playfully smack his chest and laugh. "Not like that, you pervert. You can drive me to school, as long as it's not too much trouble."

"No trouble at all, princess." He says, clearing his throat. "But I think you know full well what you're doing. It's cute, but very dangerous." His eyes have changed, they seem darker now. His free hand is stroking your arm suggestively, and it makes your skin tingle. You shudder at the sensation, and he smirks.

"And what exactly do you think I'm doing?" You ask, playing dumb. You can't help your heart starting to race, though, or your voice becoming unsteady. You can't stop staring into his eyes, they almost hypnotize you.

"I think you're being a tease, Y/N." He speaks to you lowly now, his tone deep and seductive. His lips come very close to yours as he speaks. "Now, I like you. And you seem to like me, too. All I'm saying is that two can play at your little game, and I always win." Eddie leans in just a little bit more, and you instinctively move to close the gap. Your eyes close as you expect to make contact with him. But before your lips can meet, Eddie moves his head back. You stumble forward in the newly empty space. Eddie laughs as you open your eyes, blushing when you realize he faked you out. "Something wrong, princess?" He teases, feigning ignorance to what he just did.

"You-" Your mouth moves but no words seem to form. You can't believe he’d play you for a fool like that. If it's a game he wants, it's a game he'll get. "You're an ass. You know that?" Is all you can manage to say. You scoot away from him slightly, crossing your arms. You glare at him, and he's just grinning like the devil. You take another drag, huffing the smoke out as you exhale.

"What? Giving up already?" He moves closer, laughing in amusement.

"What exactly are you proposing, Munson? Are you challenging me like the child you are?" You question him, cocking an eyebrow. You're annoyed, but admittedly very interested in playing with him.

"Hey, if anyone's the child here, it's you. You're the one getting all pissy. But yes, I am indeed offering you a challenge. Which you totally started, by the way." He's far too entertained for your liking, and you roll your eyes. "Come on, you mean to tell me you aren't dying to know which of us would cave in to lust first? I saw you staring at my ass when I went in the store earlier. Those automatic doors sure are reflective, sweetheart." You gasp, blushing at the fact that he did see you, and didn't say anything this whole time.

"Oh, you're one to talk, Eddie! You literally honked at me as you watched MY ass walk into school!" You poke a finger into his chest roughly. "I don't think you're as controlled as you claim you are. You know what? You're on! And when I win, you'll be sorry."

He's unphased by your words, his expression staying the same. "And when I win, you'll be mine." He whispers, and he plants a kiss on your neck. You tense at the contact, the back of your head hitting the van. "Watch your head there, Y/N. Don't need a concussion ruining our fun, do we?" He laughs, flicking his spent cigarette away. You take the last drag of yours, blowing the smoke in his face. You stomp the butt out on the pavement, and wordlessly get into the passenger side. Eddie runs around the other side, climbing into his seat. "Before we head to your place, I gotta pick up a couple members of the club. Ian and James Tanner. I'm sure you've met them before. Then we have to make a snack run, per Dustin's request. If you don't mind helping, I'd highly appreciate it." He reaches over nonchalantly to place his hand just above your knee.

You stare at his hand, feeling your body start to heat up. You're already frazzled and he's barely touched you. You meet his gaze, shocked to see him looking cool as a cucumber. Eddie smiles at you innocently as his hand travels further up to your thigh. It stays there, squeezing the flesh, and you struggle to speak. "Y-Yeah. I can help, no problem." You smile weakly. Dammit, he’s way too good at this. You'll be lucky to last until you get home at the rate he's going.

"Sounds like a plan, sweetheart." He lets go of your thigh, turning to face the steering wheel. He shifts the van into gear, pulling out of the lot a bit too fast. He may not show it on the outside, but he's just as revved up as you are. He carelessly swerves and makes turns at the wrong times. Luckily he hasn't caused an accident by the time you reach the Tanner house.

It's a small house with a broken front window. Weeds are overgrown in the yard, and a yapping chihuahua runs towards the van. Two boys are sitting on the front stoop, and they wave as you pull into the driveway. You recognize them, Dustin has had them over for sleepovers before as they're in the same grade. Ian and James are identical twins, and they’re very kind and polite. They aren't well off by any means, but they never show it. The boys stand up in unison, quickly moving to the back of the van. They climb in the double doors, tossing heavy backpacks down. A woman who appears to be their mother waves from the screen door, opening it slightly to let the dog inside. Eddie waves back, smiling at her.

"Hey, Y/N." Ian and James say simultaneously as they settle in just before Eddie peels away from their humble home.

"Hello, boys. You excited for your big campaign?" You crane your neck to speak to the boys. You make a point to be extra nice to Dustin's friends, they usually need it more than most.

"Hell yeah!" Ian chirps. James nods in agreement.

"I bet. Dusty won't shut up about it, so much so that he convinced me to sit in and watch. And maybe next time I'll join you in playing." You look at Eddie, who's eyebrow cocks at your suggestion. "Oh, I hope that's okay, Eddie." You say as you bat your eyelashes at him.

"Of course, Y/N. Who am I to deny such a pretty girl, hm?" His eyes blaze with glee, he’ll certainly use this idea against you in your little bet.

"Shit." You mutter under your breath.

"What was that, princess?" Eddie inquires. He doesn't miss a damn thing, does he? You can't help but marvel at him, tonight is sure to be interesting.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." You say plainly. You turn to gaze out the window, you don't dare look in his direction. He plays nice for the remainder of the drive to the store, blasting Metallica on the stereo. You let yourself space out, trying to cool off. How does he manage to be so sexy while doing so little? You suddenly feel Eddie shaking your shoulder to get your attention.

"Hey, space cadet. It's time to shop, let's go." Eddie massages your shoulder slightly, teasing you again. It shouldn't be making your skin light on fire, but somehow it does. You do your best to hold back a moan, biting your lip. Eddie grins at you, eating up any reaction you give him. You all exit the van, walking into the store in pairs. The twins in front, you and Eddie behind. You quickly separate from the group, some distance could help you keep calm. But Eddie has other ideas. You grab a handbasket and make a beeline for the chips, and stand for a bit deciding between Classic or BBQ. Eddie walks behind you, dragging his hand across your back as he goes past. You gasp, whipping your head to look at him. "Something the matter, Y/N?" He asks innocently.

"Nope. All good." You answer, acting neutral. You pick the BBQ chips and put them in your basket. You pretend to look at liters of soda on the other side as you walk, stopping right behind him. You bring your hand up to his head, digging your fingers into his hair. You scratch on his scalp real slow, and he moans. Ha! Point: Y/N. You stop shortly after, moving your hand away. He turns around to look at you, but your back is turned now. You act like you don't even notice him, picking up a couple large bottles of Mountain Dew. Once they're secure in your basket, you feel Eddie smack your ass. Hard. You yelp in surprise, almost dropping the basket to the floor. Point: Eddie.

"Shhh, better keep quiet. We don't want the kiddos to know what we're up to." He whispers into your ear, making you shudder. Eddie's standing very close behind you, his body heat radiating from him. You decide to get even by backing yourself into him, making sure your ass rubs right over his crotch. He whimpers at the contact. Point: Y/N. "Fuck, you don't play fair, do you?" He purrs. He moves your hair to the side, exposing your neck. He then proceeds to lick the entire length of it, all the way to your jaw.

"Jesus, Eddie. How are you so fucking hot?" You say with a lustful sigh, proud of yourself for not moaning. Although, the feeling of his warm tongue is quickly getting you wet.

"Practice, I guess. And that sexy little sigh you let out still counts, princess." Dammit. Point: Eddie. You separate yourself from him again, walking to the next aisle. Rows of shiny candy bars glisten in front of you. You make sure to get some 3 Musketeers, Dustin's favorite. You're about to grab your own favorite, when Eddie suddenly appears beside you. He grips your wrist, stopping your movement. You try to resist, but he's stronger than you. He brings your wrist up to his lips, kissing it while looking in your eyes. You stare at him, mouth agape as he kisses your arm all the way to the inside of your elbow.

You're feeling ridiculously warm in here, maybe the AC is busted. Your eyes are wide, your chest rising and falling quicker than usual. You give no other reaction, much to Eddie's dismay. He drops your arm, picking out a Hershey bar. He lets it fall into your basket. "My favorite." He says simply, and turns to walk away from you. You just stand in place, amazed at his behavior. One second, he's licking and kissing you. The next, it's like nothing ever happened. You realize now you need to up your game. But not here, this round is definitely ending in a tie. Plus, it’s only a matter of time before either the twins or an employee catches you. And you can't have that.

You eventually make your way up to the checkout, meeting the others in line. You take a moment to see what everyone else picked as the items are placed on the conveyor belt. There's quite a variety, Twizzlers, Crunch Bars, New Coke, A&W, tortilla chips and salsa, Cheetos, the items you chose, and a few other similar choices. But at the very end, are Eddie's picks. A couple six-packs of beer, a carton of cigarettes, and condoms. Fucking condoms. This man is so confident you'll put out, he isn't even embarrassed to buy them in front of you. Cocky bastard.

You lean over to speak into his ear, pulling his locks aside. "If you think you're gonna lay me that easily, you've got another thing coming." And you slyly bite his earlobe, returning to your original position afterwards. He gasps, not expecting you to make such a bold move in front of the kids, or the cashier. Nobody seems to notice, but his cheeks burn with sudden shyness. You can't help giggling at his reaction. He's very cute when he does that. He breathes out heavily, composing himself.

"That'll be $32.45, sir." The cashier says once everything has been rung up. The twins make quick work of bagging everything up while Eddie pulls out his wallet. He gives the cashier two twenties, and clumsily shoves the change he receives into his pocket.

"Thanks, man." Eddie says, going to the end of the line to grab a couple of the bags. "Alright, let's go home, little demons!" He says to the boys, and they all walk out ahead of you while shoving each other around playfully. There's one bag left on the end, the one with Eddie's special items in it. You grab it, running after them to the van. Everyone gets settled in with all the goodies, and Eddie drives to your house.

Once you arrive, Eddie turns to the twins. "Hey guys, why don't you take the bags in for us, okay? We'll be there in a minute." He smiles at them, and they nod while grabbing all the bags besides the one you still had in your hands. They run to your front door like maniacs, and you see Dustin letting them inside after they ring the doorbell. You notice a couple bikes outside in the yard, the Sinclairs have already arrived. You look at Eddie, noticing him staring at you.

"What's up, Eds?" You ask.

"Nothin’, just...thinking." He replies with a suspicious grin. Eddie takes your hands in his, lifting them to his lips to kiss them.

"What about?" You can tell he's up to something.

"About how I'm gonna make you pay for that stunt you pulled at the checkout. It was brave, but it was also a big mistake. I was holding back before, Y/N. I can do so much worse than that." He chuckles darkly. Your eyes widen, you've really done it now. "Just you wait and see, princess. By the end of the night, you'll be begging me to fuck you." He gives you a shit-eating grin, and drops your hands. He gets out of the van without another word, leaving you dumbstruck. You struggle to gather your thoughts, but all you can think is how incredibly turned on you are.

Once you're able to think straight, you grab your belongings and run to the house. You push open the door to see everyone bustling around to set up the game. A couple folding tables from the attic are standing in your living room, and Eddie makes it his mission to put everything in its perfect place. Dustin and the Sinclairs are helping him, listening to his barked orders. James and Ian are in the kitchen, putting drinks in the refrigerator and dumping the snacks onto the counter. You take the beer from Eddie's bag to add to the fridge, and then stop in your room to put your schoolbag away. You decide to keep Eddie's other items in your room, out of sight from your nosy mother. You turn to leave, and you find Mom standing before you with her arms crossed.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You didn't come home after classes like you said. Wait, what are those?!" She points at your bandages, suddenly very worried.

"Mom, it's nothing. I was on the way to school and I tried to cross an intersection too late. Eddie ended up hitting me and I fell and scraped my hands and knees." You try to keep her calm, she always spirals any time you or Dustin get so much as a paper cut.

"He did what!? And you came back here with him? Why didn't you call me?" She frantically bombards you with questions.

"Mom, I promise it's okay. He stopped and helped me, he got the bandages for me and cleaned me up. It was my fault, I went in the road when I shouldn't have. And he feels really bad about it, so, please don't bring it up. My bike did get a bit damaged, but he took it to a shop to get fixed. And he's going to drive me until it's ready, okay? Just calm down." You barely stop to take a breath, doing everything you can to keep her from throwing Eddie out on his ass.

"You can't be careless like that, Y/N. You could've been seriously hurt, or even killed! And I can't lose you, sugarpuff." Mom has called you sugarpuff ever since you were five. You don't know where the name came from, but you always liked it. She has tears forming in her eyes, and she pulls you into a suffocating hug. "You and Dusty are all I have. If anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do." You can't help but feel a bit guilty. You put your life at risk, and for what? To not be late to class one time? You hug her tight, letting her know you understand how she feels. You're her child, and you always will be.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Really, I didn't mean to make you upset. I won't be so careless again, okay? But I should go help with the campaign. I'm watching them play tonight." She lets you go when she hears that last part, looking at you oddly.

"Really? Hmm, interesting." She gives you a knowing look. Dammit, you are gonna murder Dustin for his loose lips. "Well, have fun, sugarpuff. And don't do anything I wouldn't do." You gasp, surprised that your own mother would be condoning you potentially being intimate with a certain someone who’s currently shouting about dice in the living room. She scoffs at you. "Don't be so prudish, Y/N. You're a grown woman, right? Go get 'em." She says with a laugh, going to her room to let you and the club be. She might pop out every so often for a snack or the bathroom, but she knows not to intrude when you or Dustin have company. She may be pushy sometimes, but she tries her hardest to give you space where it’s needed.

"Hey." You hear Eddie whisper from behind you, making you jump. You whip around to face him, his body very close to yours. "We're just about ready now. You wanna come sit next to me, princess?" He asks while leaning even closer to you. You wait to see what move he's going to make, watching his hand raise and aim for your chest. You start breathing heavily, anticipating his touch. He looks at you with eyes of fire, wetting his suddenly dry lips. You want him to touch you so badly, you wish he'd just do it already. You close your eyes, waiting expectantly. "Boop." You feel his finger on the tip of your nose, and your eyes snap open. Eddie fakes you out yet again, and you can't help the frustrated sigh that falls from your lips. "Aww, were you expecting something else? Seems like you'll break soon enough. Come on, it's game time." He's so smug about his effect on you, rubbing it in your face. He puts his hand out for you to take, and you do. The feeling of his warm skin on yours is electric.

You walk together down the hall, and into the living room. He leads you over to the head of the table, and you take the seat beside his. The others have already taken their places, and they notice you and Eddie holding hands. Once you're both seated, he lets your hand go, and you can't help quietly whining at the loss. He smirks at you, his moves on you working exactly as planned. Or so he thinks. You make a quick move to scoot your chair as close to him as possible. He raises a warning eyebrow at you, and you just smile at him innocently.

"Alright, everybody. Let's get this shit started." Eddie announces. "And for anyone out of the loop, the lovely Y/N will be sitting in tonight. And she might even be joining our little club." Everyone nods in approval, eager to get things moving. You watch Eddie closely as he starts the campaign, taking in how theatrical he is while he leads the story. His eyes shine bright, and his voice morphs into different characters. You can't help giggling when his voice goes high to play the women. You glance around the table, taking in how everyone plays so well together.

You do your best to pay attention to how everything works. Turns, skills, weapons, the dice, it’s a lot to take in. But it’s easy to see why everyone here enjoys playing so much. Outside of all the math and note-taking, it’s an adventure. And you can't wait to join the next one. Eddie looks over at you often during the game, though only for a moment. He's very passionate and focused when it comes to D&D. You glance at your watch, shocked to see three hours have already passed. You decide now is your time to make moves on him. The table blocks the view of your hands from the others, and you bring your right hand to Eddie's thigh. He stumbles over his words, his body tensing up under your touch. His eyes meet yours as he continues to speak, trying to keep the rest of the table oblivious to what you're doing.

Your hand slowly goes further, higher up his thigh. Eddie's heart begins to race, and he almost shouts his next sentence when you finally reach his crotch. His hand bangs on the table, causing the others to jump. "You alright there, Eddie?" Dustin asks. Everyone's eyes move to their dungeon master, watching him closely.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just uh...I think we all need a small break." He says while narrowing his eyes at you. Everyone voices agreement, and stands from the table. Dustin heads for the bathroom, and the others go to the kitchen for more snacks. You and Eddie are the only ones still seated, and your hand is still between his legs. You feel his dick hardening just beneath your fingers, and you decide to palm him through his jeans. He moans, gripping your wrist. Point: Y/N. "Christ, you're really asking for it, aren't you? I was gonna play nice for a bit longer. But now you've pushed this past the point of no return." He chuckles as he places his hand over yours, squeezing roughly. You look in his eyes with a sly smile on your face as you continue to grope him. His eyes bore into you with lust, the room igniting around the both of you.

"Do your worst, Munson. I can't imagine you can take much more of this. You talk a big game, but your cock tells me everything I need to know." You let him out of your grip, causing him to whine. He tries to stifle it, but you know you're very close to winning the whole thing. Sure, you're playing a little dirty. But he’s so sure he'll beat you, so smug about it. You can't stand to let him win.

After a few minutes, the others return to the table. Eddie proceeds with the adventure, giving his full attention to everyone except you. He isn't even glancing in your direction anymore, and it's driving you mad. You mentally beg him to look in your direction, but he doesn't answer your plea. This fucker is working his magic on you, making you desperate for anything he’s willing to give you. You try to hide your frustration, but your knee impulsively bobs up and down rapidly. Eddie only takes notice because his own knee is flush against yours. He finally gives you the attention you've been craving. A look that acknowledges your wanting, while also teasing you for it. He knows precisely how his methods are affecting you, putting his hand on your knee to make it stop bouncing. You hold back a moan, not wanting to give yourself away.

Eddie winks at you, and his own hand moves slowly up your leg. He stops at your thigh, holding his hand there. Your heart is pounding, and your panties are becoming increasingly wet the more he touches you. You're panting slightly, looking in his eyes to beg him for more. He gives you a subtle nod, while still directing the group in the campaign perfectly. Nobody notices what’s going on, because Eddie is more than capable of multitasking. He makes a point to show you just how well he can focus on two things at once. His hand migrates to the waistband of your jeans, undoing the button, and pulling the zipper down. Once your pants are open, he slips his hand inside. His eyes are not on you while he does this, he makes sure to distract everyone from what he's doing to you.

You gasp when Eddie strokes your clit over your panties, but you cover it with a cough. A few eyes move towards you, but you wave them away, blaming allergies. The attention once again returns to Eddie. His hand continues to stroke you over your underwear, he can feel the thin material moistening under his fingertip. Your skin starts to burn, your blood boiling in your veins. He goes under your panties now, running his fingers through your slick folds. You hold back your moans, biting your lip. You place an elbow on the table, holding your head in your palm to disguise your mouth with subtlety.

His fingers continue to stroke you, rubbing your clit in persistent circles. Your cunt is consistently dripping into your jeans, his touches tying a large knot in your belly. He manages to insert a finger into your pussy, which causes your knee to hit the underside of the table. Everyone looks at you, including Eddie. "Careful, Y/N. You already hurt your knee once today, take it easy." He smirks.

"Sorry, won't happen again. Continue." You struggle to get the words out. Your knee stings from your wound, but the pleasure Eddie continues to give you while acting like nothing is happening makes your head spin. His finger starts curling inside you, slow and steady to not make too much noise.

You're doing everything you can to keep control of your sounds and movements. You have to act natural, the game must go on unnoticed. Eddie adds a second finger, which makes you want to scream. You want to give in, to tackle him to the ground so you can have your way with him. You don't even care about everybody else in the room. You want to ride him, right here and right now. You feel the knot growing tighter and tighter, threatening to snap. Your walls flutter around Eddie's fingers. When he realizes you're just about to cum, he pulls away. Your high runs for the hills, leaving you unsatisfied. You groan loudly, scowling at Eddie.

"Are you alright, Y/N? You're acting weirder than usual." Erica asks.

"Erica! Don't be rude." Lucas scolds her.

"What? It's just the facts! She's been acting strange for hours. what gives?" Erica crosses her arms, waiting to hear an explanation.

Once again, everyone's eyes are on you. You blush madly, stuttering. "I'm一" You glance at Eddie, who offers no help, only a self-congratulatory grin. Damn him, damn him and this stupid bet. You quickly close your jeans as you come up with a reason to leave. "I just...don't feel well. All this junk food isn't agreeing with me. I'll stop interrupting you guys. Sorry. Goodnight." You bolt out of your chair and run to the safety of your bedroom. You slam the door behind you, your back leaning against it.

You start to cry, feeling so embarrassed. You're sure the kids bought your story, but it was so humiliating. To have Eddie touching you like that, with everyone in the room. Sure, you started it, but it wasn't like you had his dick out under the table. Not only that, he denied you in order to get a reaction, drawing attention to you over something so private. You decide to just stay in your room for the rest of the weekend, hiding from everybody. Especially Eddie.

A few hours pass, you're still in front of your door crying. You're on the floor now, and you hear everyone calling it a night. Dustin says goodnight to you through the door, hoping you feel better soon. He goes to his room, shutting the door. The others have taken the couch or have sleeping bags on the floor. Eddie usually sleeps in his van. You think it might be safe to go pee before bed, when you hear a light knocking on the door.

"Y/N, can I come in?" It's Eddie. Of course, he wanted to gloat, right? Shove it in your face that he got the best of you. "I just want to talk. Please?"

Part 1.3: I Think We’re Alone Now

"Please let me in?” He sounds genuinely worried. You sigh and wipe your eyes, standing up to open the door. You let him in, but turn away from him to slump onto your bed. You lay down, facing the wall. Eddie closes the door behind him, sitting on the end of the bed. "Are you alright, Y/N?" He asks quietly, looking down at his hands.

"What do you think?" You snip.

"I didn't mean to upset you, princess. I一" He touches your ankle, but you tug it away.

"Don't call me that! You embarrassed me in front of the Sinclairs, the Tanners, my own brother! Was winning really worth making a fool out of me?" You say through gritted teeth.

"Y/N, I promise that wasn't my intention. What I did was stupid, and wrong. I just...I got caught up in the game. I went too far, and I'm sorry." You hear the remorse in his voice, he didn't want to hurt you. It was quite the opposite, he wanted to have fun and make you feel good. "If you want me to, I can leave right now. I’ll pick the twins up in the morning, postpone the campaign until we can host it somewhere else. I’ll even twist the arm of the repair guy to fix your bike tomorrow so you don't have to see me again."

You take his efforts to do right by you into consideration. He'd go to all that trouble to make you comfortable, regardless of how he feels about you. He clearly cares about you, he just got carried away. Your heart swells at his gesture. You just can't stay mad at him no matter how hard you try. You groan in defeat, sitting up and scooting to the end of the bed to face him. "No, you don't have to go. But let's make it a rule to not finger me in front of other people like that, okay? And you're on thin ice, metalhead."

"You got it. Cross my heart and hope to die." He says, making an 'X' on his chest with his finger. He gazes at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "So, everyone else is asleep. You wanna have a beer and a smoke outside with me?" He asks, holding his hand out to you.

"I thought you'd never ask, Munson." You smile, taking his hand. You open the door as quietly as possible, trying your best to not make any noise. Eddie follows close behind you, still holding your hand. You stop in the kitchen to grab a six-pack of beer from the fridge, then you tiptoe your way around everyone's sleeping bags. You finally reach the front door, not bothering to put on shoes. You turn the knob, trying to keep the door from squeaking on its hinges. You both slip out into the night, the cool night air tickling your skin. Eddie left his jackets inside, so you both shiver slightly.

Eddie plops down in the dewy grass of your front lawn, patting the spot next to him for you to sit. "Come here, princess." You do as he asks, sitting cross-legged like him. Your knee touches his as you sit closely to him. You set down the beers, and Eddie grabs one out of the pack. He pulls out a bottle-opener, popping off the top. He hands it to you "Ladies first." He winks at you, pulling out another bottle for himself. You chug half of it down instantly, burping loudly after you swallow. "Hmm, maybe not then." Eddie quips, taking a swig from his own beer.

"Sorry, I was just really thirsty." You blush, giggling at your own rudeness. Eddie laughs too, pulling out his cigarettes. He takes two out of the box, holding one up to your lips. You take it in your mouth, and he lights it, looking deep into your eyes. The flame casts a yellow glow on his face, highlighting his beautiful features. He moves the lighter away from you to light his own cigarette. You inhale from yours deeply, laying down in the grass before you exhale. You stare up at the night sky, taking in the shining stars and full moon. There aren't any clouds tonight, so everything is crystal clear. He copies you, putting his shoulder against yours.

"Damn, what a view!" Eddie exclaims, gesturing at the sky dramatically with his hands. You both smoke silently for a bit, your hands lacing together without realizing it. When you've reached the end of your cigarette, you swipe it roughly onto the ground to put it out before flicking it away. Eddie does the same before speaking again. "You know what a better view than this is, though?" He asks, glancing at you.

"Nope. But you can tell me if you like." You tease him, letting his hand go so you can lay on your side. You rest your head on your left arm, your right going to Eddie's chest. He sighs softly as your fingers lazily stroke him over his shirt.

"It's you, Y/N. You're more beautiful than all the stars, all the planets. All the galaxies in the universe couldn't compare to you." He says with sincerity. He turns his head to look at you, his face carrying a soft expression.

"You are being so cheesy right now." You scoff in disbelief. His smile drops a little, looking sad. "No, I like it, a lot. It's just a different side of you I didn't expect."

"I think you'll find I'm just full of surprises, Y/N." He mirrors your position, a small smile forming on his lips. You move your body closer to his, pressing yourself flush against him. Your hand cups his cheek, and you're not feeling the cold air anymore. The atmosphere has been set ablaze, the both of you breathing heavily. It's like you're running low on oxygen.

Your lips are just a whisper away from his, and you can't stop staring at them. They look so soft and plush, and you're reminded of your late-night thoughts about how they might taste. You close the gap, pushing your mouth onto his gently. You both moan at the contact, and you bite his bottom lip. He gasps, allowing your tongue access to tangle with his. You moan again when you confirm your fantasies of him. He does taste like tobacco, and beer. But there's an underlying flavor of chocolate, the Hershey bar he plopped into your handbasket at the store.

Your hands tangle into Eddie's hair, tugging it roughly. He groans, flipping you both over so you're straddling him. His hands hug the curves of your ass, and he squeezes the flesh under his fingers through your jeans. You moan into his mouth, grinding your hips down onto him. You feel his dick hardening beneath you, positioned right under your cunt. You're getting soaked again, which drives you to keep moving on him. It feels so good, but you want more. "Eddie, someone might see us out here and call the cops. Let's go back to my room, okay?" You whisper as you release his lips from yours.

"Sure thing, baby. To be continued." He jokes. You giggle playfully and move off of him. You gather the open beers back into the pack, and you hold out a hand to help Eddie off the ground. He takes it, standing up next to you. He pulls you back to him by the waist, smashing his lips on yours hungrily. It ends as soon as it starts though, leaving you breathless. Eddie leads you inside with his arm around your waist. You sneak back into the house, following the same route you took to leave.

You stumble backwards into your room, pulling Eddie by his shirt. He kicks the door shut behind him, luckily it doesn't slam too hard. You set the beers down on your dresser, and then you're being pushed down onto your bed by him. You fall back onto the pillows, bouncing slightly when you make contact. He climbs on top of you, his knees on either side of yours. You gaze up at him from your pillow, his long locks hanging down around his face. He stares back at you, smirking as always. He slowly lowers his lips onto yours once more, languid and passionate this time. You moan as his hand gropes your tits over your shirt. You grip his hair again as he kisses you, tugging even harder this time. He groans louder than before, breaking away.

"Careful, babydoll. Don't push my buttons too much, or who knows what I'll do." He says darkly. His mouth moves to your neck, where he licks you the same as he did to you earlier today.

"God, Eddie. You're so fucking hot." You exhale lustfully, throwing your head back as he marks hickies on you.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N." He sits on his knees to remove his shirt. As he pulls it over his head, you can't help staring at his body. He's slim, but a little bit toned. And his tattoos suit him so well. You bite your lip as you do your best to memorize him for your future late-night thoughts. "You like what you see?" He tilts his head at you. You just nod, wide-eyed. You take off your t-shirt and your bra, exposing your breasts to him. His breath catches in his throat when he gets a good look at you. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He murmurs, staring at you in awe.

"C’mere." You plead, pulling him down to you by his belt buckle. Your hands roam Eddie's back, scratching your nails into his skin. He moans as he begins to kiss your chest. His mouth leaves a trail of hickies all over your tits. You whimper as he makes each one, gasping when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. "Eddie…" You moan, and he stops sucking on your tit, peering down at you.

"You make such pretty noises, Y/N." He says with a grin before returning to his task. He moves on to your other breast, gently biting down on your sensitive bud.

"Jesus, fuck." You can't help all the moans and curses that fall from your mouth, everything he does feels like magic. Your sounds feed Eddie's fire, making his cock twitch in his jeans.

"You're such a good little slut for me. Reacting to every touch I give you." He purrs at you as his mouth travels further down your body. You moan at his words, so filthy and arousing at the same time. "You like when I call you that, princess?" He asks, noting your eyes blown wide with desire.

"Yes." You manage to choke out a reply as his lips leave a trail of kisses down your torso until he reaches your jeans. Everything he does is unbearably sexy, it stirs a primal fire inside you. No other man has come close to making you feel so simultaneously in and out of control. You want him to ruin you, to do anything and everything he wants to you.

"Good girl." He replies, his hands undoing your jeans for the second time tonight. He pulls them off your legs, tossing them aside. His hands spread your legs for him, and a grin forms across his mouth when he sees the dark spot on your panties. "So wet for me already?" His hand strokes you over the thin fabric, and your hips buck off the bed impulsively as you moan. Eddie holds you down with his other hand. "Relax, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good." He slips your panties off slowly, and takes a long look at your drenched pussy. "Fuck, you're so beautiful, Y/N." His eyes meet yours, finding you panting as you await his next move. His fingers feel your slick folds, brushing over your clit. You moan loudly, forming fists as you grip the blanket beneath you. He keeps eye contact with you as he inserts a finger into your dripping cunt. Your mouth falls open, but barely any sound comes out. He starts pumping in and out of you, curling just so to hit your sweetspot with ease.

"Oh, Eddie…go faster, please..." You can't help sounding needy as you whine for him to do more. You feel a familiar knot building inside of you, winding tighter with every stroke of Eddie's finger inside of you.

"Anything you want, angel." He does as you ask, causing more moans and calls of his name to spill from you. He adds another finger, and you arch your back. Your body is slowly sheened in sweat, and Eddie keeps praising you. "You're doing so well, princess. Such a good girl for me." He removes his fingers, and you whine at the loss. But he quickly starts licking your clit with his tongue. He paints your cunt with long stripes, occasionally inserting his tongue into your entrance. He moans at how sweet you taste, vibrations roaming through your center. "You taste so good, babe." He continues to flick his tongue on you, expertly moving you closer to the edge.

"Oh, shit. I'm so close, make me cum. Please." Waves of pleasure are crashing over you, your whole body is fizzing. The knot inside you wants so badly to snap, to release the built up pressure you've been feeling all day.

"That's a good little slut, cum for me." He says before sucking your clit into his mouth. It feels unbelievable, and you finally sense yourself letting go.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You cry out, almost screaming. Your orgasm rips through you, radiating from your pussy to all of your extremities. Your head feels light, and stars fill your vision. Your legs shake uncontrollably, but Eddie holds you in place. His mouth continues to work against your cunt as your high subsides. Your clit is sparking, and his mouth on you is overstimulating. "Eds, that's enough. Please, it's too much." You pant as you push his head away.

"Sorry, angel. I'll let you cool down." He coos, caressing your legs lovingly. He stands, still shirtless, and goes to the dresser to grab the opened beer. He hands you your bottle, and you sit up to sip on it. The liquid cools you from the inside out, calming the burning flames. Eddie sits at the edge of the bed, his back turned to you as he drinks. You crawl across the bed to sit beside him, putting your free hand on his thigh. He tenses slightly, not expecting your touch. "Hey there, beautiful." He says while smiling at you, looking you up and down. You're still naked, but you don't feel exposed. Eddie’s presence makes you comfortable, you could do anything around him and not feel nervous about it.

"Hey." You reply simply. You finish off your beer, setting the empty bottle on the carpet. Eddie's still holding his while you turn yourself toward him. You lean forward, moving his long hair away from his neck. You kneel to plant a few open-mouthed kisses on his throat. He tilts his head to give you better access, moaning whenever you put your lips on him. Your right hand travels down his chest, caressing his warm skin on the way to his crotch. You ghost over his erection, his breath hitching. You palm him through his jeans, his cock growing harder as you grope him.

"Shit, Y/N." He groans out, his head falling back slightly. You slide off the bed, positioning yourself on your knees between Eddie's legs. You continue to stroke him, kissing his chest and stomach repeatedly. He moans over and over as you touch him, cursing and saying your name, calling you a good girl. He's become putty in your hands.

"You make pretty noises too. It's very sexy." You whisper in his ear, reaching for his belt. You unbuckle it, and pull his jeans off. He's only in his boxers now, his erection forming a tent in the thin cloth. You run your tongue up his length over the fabric, and he moans loudly.

"Jesus." His hands grip the edge of the mattress, the knuckles turning white. You smile at him seductively, reaching for his waistband. You yank off his underwear, and waste no time taking hold of his cock. You take all of him in your mouth, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. His hips buck into your face from the feeling of your wet mouth on him. Your eyes start to water as you bob your head up and down on him. You swirl your tongue around his length as you work, and Eddie can't stop groaning. Every sound makes your pussy wetter, him calling out your name is music to your ears. "Keep going, baby. You're a fuckin’ goddess at giving head." He chuckles slightly, throwing his head back. A couple drips of sweat run down his face, his eyes screwed shut as he focuses on how hot and wet your mouth is. He's panting like a dog, feeling himself growing closer to the edge.

His balls tighten in your hand as you massage them. He's very close, you take this as a sign to go even deeper and faster. You gag repeatedly on him, moving your lips and tongue at a punishing pace. Tears run down your cheeks, blurring your vision. You stop only for a moment to encourage him. "That's it. Be a good boy and cum for me." You plunge your mouth as far as it can go onto his dick, pulling out every move in your playbook, sealing his fate.

"Fuck, gonna cum..." He chokes out as his high overtakes him. He moans so loud, you're worried he'll wake everybody up. His mouth is open wide, and he falls backwards onto the bed as his load shoots down your throat. You swallow every last drop, it tastes so fucking good. He's practically gasping for air, his arms laying above his head. You release him with a pop, and take in the sight before you. Eddie's so pretty like this, laying on your bed with his cock out, shiny with sweat. His hair matted to his face from the moisture, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A wave of lust washes over you to see the effect you've had on him.

He takes a moment to compose himself before sitting up. He's still panting a little, but he looks at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. "C’mere, princess." He motions for you to sit on his lap. You do so, straddling him on the edge of the bed. His dick rests against your stomach, already getting hard again. He wraps his arms around your waist, and yours rest around his neck. You kiss him again, and he reciprocates. Your mouths move together in sync, and you feel something different between you now. This moment isn't just about sex, you think you really like Eddie. You might even be falling in love with him. And given the way he's keeping up with you, maybe he’s falling in love with you ,too.

Despite all these strong emotions brewing between the two of you, you still want Eddie to take you in every way possible. "Eddie?" You ask, breaking the kiss. Your lips feel bruised, and you gaze deep into his eyes.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He says quietly, meeting your eyes. He's genuinely interested in what you have to say.

"I want you." You whisper, somehow shy about admitting this to him.

"I want you too, Y/N. So much, you have no idea." He replies softly, and his hand cups your cheek. You move yourself closer to him, rubbing his dick between your folds. You moan in unison at the sensation, the air lighting on fire once again. Eddie grabs your ass, leading your hips to continue moving against him. The friction is like pure electricity, shooting currents of ecstasy through your bodies. "Can I fuck you, Y/N?" Eddie asks, a pleading look in his eyes. He's so needy for you.

"Yes, Eddie. Please, take me any way you want." You practically beg him.

He grasps his cock, teasing your entrance a few more times, spreading your arousal. He stops for a moment. "Wait, let me get a condom." He says, tapping your thigh to get off of him. You shake your head, and he looks at you, confused.

"I'm on the pill, Eds. We can still use one if you want, but I trust you."

"That's fine by me. If you're good to go, then so am I." He kisses you deeply, getting himself ready to enter you. You instinctively lift yourself up so he can position himself, and you slowly sink down onto his dick. He fills you to the brim, the perfect size to knock the air from your lungs as you take all of him. You need a moment to adjust, flexing your walls to teasingly clamp around him. "Shit. Do that again." Eddie whimpers, and you grip his cock with your insides. "Jesus, that's fucking hot." He says breathily. You start to move on him, bouncing up and down at a steady pace. The room fills with the sounds of moans and slapping skin. You aren't putting much effort into being quiet, everything feels too good for you to care about anyone hearing you. Eddie's fingers are digging into your ass cheeks, holding your flesh for dear life. His lips attack your tits as best he can as you continue to ride him. Your head is thrown backward in pure bliss as your climax builds, your hands holding his shoulders tightly. The pleasure bubbles in your belly, growing stronger every time you come down on Eddie's cock. He hits your g-spot perfectly, like he was made for you.

"Fuck, Eddie. I'm getting close again. You feel so good inside me." Every move and every touch makes your head spin, it's getting harder to form coherent thoughts.

"I'm close too, baby. Keep going, be a good little slut. Make a mess all over me." He says, a bit muffled as his face is still buried in your tits. His words spur you on, and you ride him even faster, rolling your hips to hit your spot even better. He assists you, meeting your bounces with his own thrusts up into you. You moan loudly every time he pitches his hips upwards. He's chasing your high, wanting to feel you come undone. "C’mon, angel. Cum on my dick like a good girl." His words make your orgasm explode inside of you. Fireworks go off under your skin. Waves of pleasure crash over you, taking you under.

"Oh god, fuck!" You almost scream, curses and exclamations flowing from you incoherently. Your walls clamp down, milking Eddie's cock. He groans, his own orgasm overtaking him. He calls out your name, bucking his hips uncontrollably into your cunt. His movements prolong your high, a burst of juices leaking out of you. He feels the fluid rush over his dick, spilling out onto the floor and the bed. It makes him groan, the sensation is nothing he's ever felt before. He’s already thinking of how many other ways he can make you cum like this in the future. Your legs shake violently, and you hold yourself against Eddie as hard as you can to keep from falling. You can't stop shaking for a good while as the strongest orgasm of your life takes what seems like forever to subside.

You eventually collapse against his chest, gulping in air like a fish out of water. Eddie's arms wrap around you, a hand stroking your damp hair. "You okay, Y/N?" He sounds concerned, he's never seen a girl cum so hard before. He's worried that he may have hurt you.

"I'm good, Eds. Really good.” You giggle in satisfaction. “That has to be the best orgasm I've ever had. I didn't even know I could do that. It wasn't weird, was it?" You ask, referring to you squirting on him. You’re a bit nervous that you’ve grossed him out.

"What? Fuck no! That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I've heard about women being able to do that, but I’ve never experienced it before.” He explains excitedly, glad to have made this discovery about you. “You are something special. In more ways than just that, Y/N."

"I'll have you know I'm just full of surprises, baby." You give him a quick kiss, smiling like a dope. You realize his dick is still inside you, so you carefully pull yourself off of him. Your mixed release drips out of you and onto his length, you both stare at the sight and moan quietly. You don't want to risk being caught naked in the hall to retrieve a towel, so you drop to your knees in front of Eddie. You lick up every last drop of your cum, causing him to shudder as he stares at you in shock.

"Goddamn, can you get any sexier, Y/N?" His eyes are wide, jaw on the floor as he watches you swallow every last drop.

"You'll just have to wait and find out next time, won't you?" You smirk at him, standing up.

"Next time, huh?" He quirks an eyebrow at you. You realize what you’ve implied, blushing harshly. Eddie rolls his eyes. "Relax, sweetheart. Of course I want to do this again, among other things. It's a date!" He beams at you, and your expression softens. You fail to hold back a yawn, and Eddie follows suit. "It’s gettin’ pretty late. Should we go to bed?" He asks, slipping his boxers back on. He grabs his Hellfire shirt, tossing it to you along with your panties.

"You want me to wear your shirt?" You're surprised he'd offer you something so personal. But you can't help falling for him just a little bit more because of it.

"Of course! Gotta let everyone know you're mine, right?" He bites his lip, nervous about suggesting that you belong to him. Did I overstep and ruin everything?, he wonders when you don’t respond right away.

"Yours, huh? So that makes you mine then, correct?" You can't help teasing him a little, seeing his face burn red is so endearing.

"Yeah. Uh, i-if you want." He stutters over his words, looking down at his hands. He fidgets with his rings, twisting them around his fingers. His knee bounces, signaling his anxiety. You reach down, stilling his leg. You put your hand over his, and use the other to lift his chin up to you with your finger. You stare deep into his eyes, trying to show him how you want this just as much as he does.

"There's no need to be nervous, Eds. I'll happily be yours, I really like you. I might even be falling for you." You kiss him gently on the lips, but only for a moment. "Now, let’s get some rest. Got a big day tomorrow." You give him a caring look, and he kindly returns it, nodding. You put his shirt on over your head, and he smiles wide when he sees you in it. It's a bit big on you, almost long enough to be a dress. But you would look beautiful to him no matter what. You walk over to the bed, pulling up the covers to slip underneath them. Eddie crawls over to join you.

Once you're both under the blanket, Eddie pulls you close to him, spooning you. He peppers light kisses onto the back of your neck, whispering sweet nothings to you. When he notices your breathing going steady in preparation for sleep, he stops kissing you. "Goodnight, princess. Sleep well." He says before closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, Eds." You reply, falling into a deep, dreamless slumber.

To be continued…

[anangelwhodidntfall]

If you're requests are open can I request for Rip. Being where Kayce has a daughter and she has a secret relationship with Rip. So the pair have to tell Kayce that she is pregnant 😊

A/N: I made the reader about 22, meaning that Kayce had her when he was a teenager and thus he is about 38 in this and Rip is about 40.

Forgive Me Father: Rip Wheeler

You thought you were gonna faint seeing the two positive lines on the multiple pregnancy tests sitting on the counter there was no way this was happening. You sighed trying to regather your thoughts when a knock came on the bathroom door making you panic.

"You alright in there, darlin'?" Your boyfriend asked. 

You took a deep breath and opened the door deciding to face this head-on with him, and then based on what his reaction was to it, would determine your next steps. 

"Rip I need to tell you something." You said reaching for his hand as he walked into the bathroom with you. 

"I'm pregnant." You said showing him the multiple positive pregnancy tests that rested on the counter. 

You became more nervous the longer he stood there looking at them not saying a word and his emotionless face didn't help either. Finally, he turns towards you and wraps you in his arms with a huge smile. 

"I can't believe we are going to have a baby, darlin'. Sure we won't be able to keep this a secret anymore, but I'm so happy." He said looking at you with a huge smile.

"You mean that? Because I don't want you to feel like...." You started to say but he cut you off.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

The next few days were full of bliss for you guys, as you both went to verify the news of your pregnancy with your doctor before you told anyone. You were very much pregnant about six weeks and the doctor got you set up for all of your appointments and gave you some recommendations on what to do and not to do. 

"What do you mean you knew grandpa?" You asked your grandfather after you knew. 

"I know everything that goes on at this ranch. But I'm so happy to have another grandkid on the way, what did your father say about it?" He asked. 

"We haven't told him." You said quietly as Rip squeezed your hand.

Told me what?" Your dad asked walking into the room with Monica. 

Your father looked at your grandpa and then over to you and Rip who were holding hands and that's when the realization hit him. 

"How long?" He asked you two. 

"Almost a year." Rip said. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." He said looking at you two. 

"Wish we were." You said looking at him. 

"You took advantage of my daughter! I should've known that letting her work here would be a mistake. and how could you as her grandfather let this happen?" Your dad said angrily. 

"Dad he didn't take advantage of me! We didn't even pursue anything until this year! Now I love him and I'm gonna have his kid whether you like it or not." You said. 

"I'm gonna kill you." Your dad said to Rip. 

A fight broke out between the two of them as you watched in horror, you knew your dad would be mad but never did you think that it would be this bad. Eventually, Rip got off your dad off of him and walked over to where you were. 

"I'm disappointed in you, y/n." Your dad said before him and Monica left.

You were upset for the next few days, you really wondered if you were a disappointment to your friends and your wonderful boyfriend tried everything in his power to cheer you up but nothing was working, so he stepped out to go grab you guys dinner. 

Your dad on the other hand felt guilty about what had happened a few nights ago and after speaking with Monica, he decided to go make things right with you before he lost you forever. He pulled up to yours and Rip's place and knocked on the door where you answer it.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" You asked him shocked. 

"I was hoping we could talk things out and I could apologize for being a jackass the other night." He said as you nodded your head. 

"Baby I'm not disappointed with you, I was just in shock to hear that you and rip were expecting let alone dating, it was a lot, and apologize for my actions. If I am being honest, I'm glad you are with Rip because I know that he would protect you and my grandkid with his life. Do you think you can forgive me?" He asked you. 

"I can, thank you for saying that daddy." You said hugging him. 

Rip walked in with dinner and smiled when he saw you and your dad hugging meaning that you guys had finally made up. 

"Rip I know we don't have the best history and I'm sorry for the other night." Your dad said to him.

"It's alright, I would've done the same thing, would like to stay for dinner?" He asked your father who nodded his head. 

[marcmarcmomarc]

Kingdom Hearts IV predictions: Radiator Springs/Dinoco Rust-eze Racing Center/Fireball Beach/Thunder Hollow/Thomasville/Florida International Speedway (Cars)

Takes place after Cars 3.

Is visited by Sora, who enters the world as a 2017 Nissan 370Z before visits to Luigi’s Casa Della Tires and Ramone’s House of Body Art end with him modified into a next-gen race car sponsored by Dinoco (with Tex’s blessing) and with Cruz’s number.

It isn’t combat based. Missions include keeping up with McQueen’s top speed by racing down Radiator Springs’ main street, learning how to turn right to go left at Willy’s Butte, driving backwards with Mater, keeping up with Cruz’s top speed on Fireball Beach, avoiding pushy competitors with the Thunder Hollow challengers, and practicing with Cruz at Thomasville, culminating in the Piston Cup race at Florida International Speedway, where the objective is to win against Jackson Storm.

It’s set during Cruz’s first Piston Cup racing season, so McQueen still has Doc’s colors and spends the Florida race as Sora’s crew chief. Also, Ramone wears his “Saludos Amigos” body paint from the epilogue of Cars 3.

As Sora finishes his story, Mater is certainly unhappy with Xehanort’s actions forcing Sora’s hand. “That dad-gum Xehanort,” he says angrily. Extra points if Sora doesn’t get to the part where Xehanort is dead, then Sarge gets in his face and demands him to teach Xehanort a lesson when he gets back in a militaristic manner. “Is that understood,” Sarge yells. Then Sora tries to correct him, but gets cut off and asked again, “Is that understood,” and has to respond, “Sir, yes, sir!”

Of course, during the top speed races, Luigi is the one to signal the race to begin. In the Radiator Springs race, Sora’s top speed is tracked by Sheriff’s speed radar, and on Fireball Beach, it’s via Cruz’s personal assistant, Hamilton.

If you fail the “Turn Right to go Left” mission, Sora goes flying into the bed of cacti, and Mater fishes him out.

“I don’t like to toot my own horn, but…” (HONKS TWICE) “Toot my own horn. That’s funny right there.” - Sir Tow Mater, beginning his backwards driving lesson, 2017

Cars 2 elements will be here. Heck, maybe Mater can’t be present most for the training because he’s busy with Finn and Holley. After all, does he still owe Holley a first date?

I wanted the player character in this world to be Kairi just so Storm can feel the embarrassment of losing to not one, but two “costume girls”.

The Piston Cup race is announced as a 500-lap race, but no game developer is that malicious to force the player to race 500 laps around an oval, so they’d take after the first Cars game and make it twelve laps with the sun slowly lowering throughout the race.

Starring the voices of:

Lightning McQueen: KEITH FERGUSON

Cruz Ramirez: CRISTELA ALONZO

Tow Mater: LARRY THE CABLE GUY

Smokey: CHRIS COOPER

Sally Carrera: BONNIE HUNT

Luigi: TONY SHALHOUB

Guido: GUIDO QUARONI

Mack: JOHN RATZENBERGER

Fillmore: LLOYD SHERR

Sarge: PAUL DOOLEY

Ramone: CHEECH MARIN

Flo: JENIFER LEWIS

Sheriff: MICHAEL WALLIS

Lizzie: LARAINE NEWMAN

Red: JEROME RANFT

Jackson Storm: A.J. HAMILTON

Natalie Certain: KERRY WASHINGTON

Finn McMissile: MARTIN JARVIS

Holley Shiftwell: EMILY MORTIMER

Sterling: NATHAN FILLION

Louise “Barnstormer” Nash: WENDIE MALICK

River Scott: KEVIN MICHAEL RICHARDSON

Junior “Midnight” Moon: JASON DOUGLAS

Mater’s Computer: TERESA GALLAGHER

Chick Hicks: BOB PETERSON

Miss Fritter: LEA DeLARIA

Tex Dinoco: HUMPY WHEELER

Hamilton: LEWIS HAMILTON

Bob Cutlass: BOB COSTAS

Darrell Cartrip: DARRELL WALTRIP

Strip “The King” Weathers: RICHARD PETTY

Ray Reverham: RAY EVERNHAM

Maddy McGear: MADELEINE McGRAW

Shannon Spokes: SHANNON SPAKE

Cal Weathers: KYLE PETTY

Doc Hudson: COREY BURTON & PAUL NEWMAN

McQueen’s Biggest Fan: A.J. RIEBLI III

Tractors: STEVE PURCELL

Millie: LORI ALAN

Tomber: MICHEL MICHELIS

Siddeley: JASON ISAACS

The Queen: VANESSA REDGRAVE

Stephenson: JOE MACDONALD

Prince Wheeliam: CHRISTOPHER SABAT

Sweet Tea: ANDRA DAY

Bobby Swift: ANGEL OQUENDO

Brick Yardley: WILL COLLYER

Crazy Eight Commentator: JOHN DeMITA

Arvy Motorhome: JEREMY MAXWELL

Dr. Damage: BOB PETERSON

Roscoe: WILL COLLYER

Mr. Drippy: PETER SOHN

Taco: PATRICK RODRIGUEZ

Jimbo: ANTHONY SARDINHA

T-Bone: ANDREW STANTON

APB: JESSIE JAMES GRELLE

Blind Spot: JESSICA NIGRI

Pushover: KAIJI TANG

Tailgate: JEN TAYLOR

Cigalert: BARBARA DUNKELMAN

Fishtail: DUSTIN MATTHEWS

Broadside: KYLE PHILLIPS

Patty: MAGGIE TOMINEY

Bill: TYLER COE

Pileup: BRENDAN BLABER

High Impact: LINDSAY JONES

Faregame: JASON PACE

Airborne: TIANA CAMACHO

Superfly: DJANGO CRAIG

Jambalaya Chimichanga: JEN BROWN

Liability: SAMANTHA IRELAND

Hit: GUS SOROLA

Run: CHRISTOPHER GUERRERO

Todd: ALEX MAI

Danny Swervez: DANIEL SUÁREZ

Ryan “Inside” Laney: RYAN BLANEY

Bubba Wheelhouse: BUBBA WALLACE

Chase Racelott: CHASE ELLIOTT

Tim Treadless: KERRY SHAWCROSS

Rich Mixon: COREY KRUEGER

Cam Spinner: ZENO ROBINSON

H.J. Hollis: JOSH KEATON

Ed Truncan: ADAM ELLIS

Herb Curbler: BURNIE BURNS

Aaron Clocker: AARON CONOVER

Harvey Rodcap: GARRETT HUNTER

J.D. McPillar: MICHAEL JONES

Flip Dover: YURI LOWENTHAL

Barry DePedal: BARRY PERKINS

Steve LaPage: STEVE PAGE

Conrad Camber: AARON MARQUIS

Sheldon Shifter: GAVIN FREE

Paul Conrev: PAUL CONRAD

Michael Rotor: MICHAEL RUTTER

Richie Gunzit: RICHARD GUNZER

Eric Braker: ERIC BARKER

Spikey Fillups: NEATH OUM

Chris Roamin’: CHRISTIAN ROMAN

Dan Carcia: DAN GARCIA

Jonas Carvers: JONAS JARVERS

Jim Reverick: JIM RODERICK

George New-Win: GEORGE NGUYEN

Noah Gocek: NOAH KLOCEK

Will Rusch: WILLIAM REUSCH

M Fast Fong: MICHAEL FONG

Nick Shift: MICK LAUER

J.P. Drive: RICHARD NORMAN

Tom W.: WEERA TOM WICHITSRIPORNKUL

Sudeep: SUDEEP RANGASWAMY

Krzysztof: KRZYSZTOF ROST

Shriram: SHRIRIAM NEELAKANTA IYER

Kurt: DJANGO CRAIG

Ronald: ALEC WILLOWS

Junyi: JUNYI LING

Gabriel: LEVI NUÑEZ

Aiden: ANGEL OQUENDO

Jae: JAE HYUNG KIM

Ernesto: ERNESTO NEMESIO

Sequoia: SEQUOIA BLANKENSHIP

Melissa Bernabrake: CIA COURT

Pat Traxson: PAT TRYSON

Laura Spinwell: LAURA FINELL

Gale Beaufort: ANAIRIS QUIÑONES

[groovinrightalong]

Thinking about byler dads AGAIN, I have a problem (no I don’t it’s great)

Canon compliant, like a whole decade after the end of the show, Mike and Will are set to adopt a baby, except they end up in a sort of Monica and Chandler situation where surprise! It’s twins! One whole extra baby than they were expecting and prepared for. Mike’s the one that freaks out, because he’s been crunching numbers and planning for months and now he isn’t sure that they can handle, let alone afford, two kids. Will talks him down, because no, Mike, we can’t Parent Trap them, that would be kind of messed up. They have a good support system, and they both have decent paying jobs, and each other, and it’s going to be fine.

They bring them home and everybody’s at their house, excited to meet the newest addition to the party. Mike goes in with one, and everybody’s cooing over them before Will walks in with the other one and they’re all like- 😮

Dustin takes a second where he glances from one to the other, then back again, before quickly freaking out because holy shit there’s two of them.

I also have this headcanon about twins running in the Wheeler family (Ted has a very loud, very nosy sister, basically anti-Ted, who’s the evil aunt TM), so when Nancy sees the twins, she pokes fun at Mike because he’d gloated about how he was immune to “the curse” since he wasn’t going to have any biological kids. “Guess it caught up to you anyways.”

That’s really all for now, just… thinking about them

[carriedawatermelon]

Ronancetober, prompt three. In which a fish might be dying and Nancy figures some things out. This is silly and soft. In the same universe as my prompt one fic, if you squint.

Prompt: Dead

Nancy’s pulling on her jacket and boots at 11pm on a Wednesday because Robin might’ve killed a fish. 

“He’s dead, Nance. Shit, shit, shit. Or he’s gonna be. Oh my god, Dee asked me to feed him for a week and I’ve killed him.”

Fingers the Fish, Robin’s roommate’s betta, is apparently “lethargic” and there’s “a white spot on his fin, maybe?” and “he’s swimming strangely, Nance, I swear.” Nancy’s pretty sure he’s fine. Nancy’s pretty sure the way that Robin described lethargy is just…being a fish, but also, even if he’s not fine, he’s a fish.

Nancy will not let Dee be a dick over this. She will personally buy Dee another fish. She will sit with Robin when she tells her. She will nod seriously when Robin says she’s sorry and he was such a good fish. She will glare the moment Dee even implies this is Robin’s fault, and Dee will notice and stop, because she’s afraid of Nancy, and Nancy likes it that way.

For Robin’s sake, she will also attend whatever ridiculous fish funeral Dee and her performance theater people put on. The two of them will not be able to make eye contact, because they will both immediately start laughing, a lesson they learned at a harvest moon celebration that involved a set of pained, orgasmic noises thrown across an outdoor stage and into the audience by people dressed in tan turtlenecks. She will stand beside Robin and not look at her and inside she will be running a very lengthy commentary on fake problems and people who have more money than sense, which Dee and at least half her troupe do. 

(She is not dissimilar to her father sometimes, but Robin tells her it’s “style over substance, Nance, which here is a good thing. Dee is more like Ted than you, when it comes to what matters.” A wicked grin. “Try not to imagine your dad on stage next time we see them.”)

It’s halfway through lacing her second boot, hunched on the little stool by her front door and considering which 7-Eleven is the best option at this hour for Robin’s favorite sour candy, that Nancy realizes. Her hands slow on her shoelaces; her back straightens; and her mouth goes dry.

“Shit,” she says into the silence of her studio apartment. There’s some panic attached to it, but not the usual kind. Certainly not the world-ending danger panic that still sometimes rockets her awake at night. Not even the minor crisis kind that comes with leaving an essay at home or cutting it close with editing deadlines. 

It’s more internal, more incredulous. Less what are we going to do and more how could you not have known this? Because with the realization comes the knowledge that it’s been true for a long time. Years maybe. And Nancy has Wheeler genes, which means she is outstanding at ignoring and repressing and turning her head away when she doesn’t want to deal with her feelings. But Nancy’s also spent considerable time trying to learn not to be Ted. She sees a therapist, for god’s sake. 

So it’s a really, Nancy? kind of panic there at her front door, slumped back against the wall as she stares at the little side table with her keys and Robin’s keys and the green glazed little dish Robin had made for her in the ceramics class she took their first year of college. A watercolor she did hangs next to Nancy’s bed. She’s in more than half the frames on Nancy’s bookshelves, in the Polaroids on Nancy’s fridge. She has a drawer in Nancy’s dresser and a nightstand that’s all but officially hers, books of poetry and Greek classics stacked in the opening underneath the drawer, which holds a spare pair of reading glasses that Robin wears all the way down her nose. She’s everywhere, and Nancy only wants more. Nancy’s getting herself together to make an hour-long drive on a weeknight because Robin is freaking out over a fish, and the only thing she’ll be able to do is be there with her. Nancy wants to be there with her. 

Nancy is, as it turns out, entirely in love with Robin. 

“Shit,” she says again, and then forces herself to lace her boots.

After a night of watching Robin watch the fish, of carding her fingers through Robin’s hair on the sofa until she falls asleep in her lap, Nancy drives them both to a pet store, which according to the Yellow Pages ad has considerable knowledge about fish. They talk to a very enthusiastic kid who reminds Nancy of her brother if he ever smiled, and they leave with some droplets. Robin hugs her so hard before she drives back to Evanston that Nancy’s sleep-deprivation-inspired grumpiness evaporates. She holds Robin tightly to herself and breathes her in, which doesn’t feel weird because it’s what she does every single time she says goodbye. 

Really, Nancy?

Nancy has college friends. Nancy has good college friends. Nancy has good, queer college friends, who would absolutely mock her for what is maybe the most stereotypically lesbian thing she has ever done, and she regularly assists with set-building for the plays her friend Jamal directs, tool belt firmly in place. 

She doesn’t call them. 

She picks up her phone and dials a number she still knows by heart and when, on the third ring, Steve picks up with a lazy Hello, Nancy blurts, “I’m in love with Robin.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then, “Nancy?”

“I’m in love with Robin,” she says again, like she has some kind of virus that compels it. 

“Nancy,” he says, slower, gentler. “Did you…did you not know?”

“Did I…” She frowns. “Did I not…”

“Oh my god,” he breathes out. “You didn’t know.”

“Steve,” she says, a little helplessly, which she hates so much it makes her want to hang up the phone. 

“Oh, okay, yeah. Yeah. Sorry. Shit, I’m sorry, Nancy. What, uh…do you want to talk about it?” He tries, and yes, she does, because Steve is Robin’s best friend and loves her deeply and it had felt right, to call him, to call someone who could hear her love Robin and go, of course you love her, who could hum and say, isn’t she something? 

Instead, she says, only half-sure she wants a real answer, “It’s that obvious?”

He’s kind, when he explains that yes it is in fact that obvious. He talks about all the things Nancy knows, the things that had shot to the front of her mind last night at the door and then in the car and with Robin’s head in her lap and while Robin nodded intently and took notes on fish care. 

Really, Nancy?

“Does she know?” She asks, when she feels like she can.

“I mean, I’ve tried to tell her.” A pause. “Sorry about that. I just…uh…” 

I thought you knew, he doesn’t say, and Nancy thinks about what it would have been like to realize because Robin did something before she could, pressed her lips to Nancy’s one night before they said goodbye or didn’t let go the way Nancy never wanted her to anyway when they woke up together. 

“Does she…” She doesn’t finish the question. Steve shouldn’t be the one to tell her, and Nancy is coming to realize she doesn’t need him to, anyway. “Never mind.” She takes a deep breath. “Thanks, Steve. Really. I’ll talk to you soon.”

Steve laughs. “You’re driving back to Chicago,” he says, voice teasing. 

“I am,” she confirms. 

“It’s gonna be good, Nance,” he says, in a tone Nancy never expected to hear this way. “You both deserve something good.” 

“Thanks,” she says softly. “You do, too, you know?”

“There’s actually…there’s someone you should meet. Both of you. When you come home.”

“Melissa?” Nancy asks, and Steve groans. 

“Jesus, Robin. I should’ve known she’d be telling you everything.”

“Not everything,” Nancy corrects. “But she’s very excited about this one. She likes the way you talk about her. She likes the way she makes you feel,” she says, using Robin’s phrasing. 

“She makes me feel good,” he says, and Nancy smiles into the receiver. 

“Good.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, Wheeler, stop talking to me and go get the girl. And be prepared for me to ask you about your intentions when you come home for spring break.”

“I don’t think you want to hear about my intentions,” Nancy says, a little lecherously, and Steve barks a laugh. 

“Uh-huh, stud, good try but remember how we started this call.”

“Stud?” She snorts, but she does remember. “Thank you again. Really.”

“Go, go,” Steve says, and she hangs up and does just that. 

Robin’s got class, and Nancy’s skipping one of her own to make the drive back, but she doesn’t care. It’s an art history survey for a gen ed requirement, massive and boring and Lisa will give her notes anyway. She lets herself into the apartment twenty minutes before Robin’s class lets out, which means she probably has forty-five or so to wait anxiously on Robin’s couch before she gets back. 

She stares at Fingers, at the medicine droplets and the page with Robin’s notes sitting next to his bowl. He looks fine. He looks like a fish. He swims in circles. 

She tries to read, a long form piece mentioned in one of her journalism classes on Robin’s coffee table where she’d left it last weekend. Eventually, she gives up, eyes unfocused on the page. 

When Robin’s key turns in the lock, she’s back staring at Fingers. “Hi,” she calls out.

“Nance?” Robin’s tossing her jacket on the hook, grinning around the corner to see her. Her face falls when she sees Nancy, whose own smile must be an anxious mess. 

“He’s not dead,” she says, voice shaking a little, and Robin’s got her arms at Nancy’s biceps, eyes checking over her frantically.

“Nancy, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Really, Nancy?

“Nothing,” she says, forcing a breath, reaching up to squeeze at Robin’s hands on her arms and then stepping forward and wrapping her own around Robin, burying her nose in the fabric of her sweater. 

Robin’s arms close around her immediately, holding her closer, and her cheek rests on Nancy’s head as she says, “Okay. Okay. Are you sure? Because you looked…and you’re back here even though…shit, Nance, you have class. What’s wrong?”

Last night I was putting on my boots to come comfort you over a not-dead fish and I realized I was in love with you and it’s both the best thing that’s ever happened to me and terrifying. 

That’s not quite what she wants. Nancy’s good at words. She’s going to make a career of it. She’s also brave. She’s had to be. And Steve’s right. This is going to be good. This is Robin, and it’s going to be so, so good.

“I’ve been an idiot,” she says, and then pulls back. Her eyes flash to Fingers, still not dead, and she links her hands with Robin’s, pulls her to the sofa. She wants to look at her and be close to her, so she pulls one leg up and presses it against Robin’s knees where they’re crossed, keeps their fingers linked. Robin’s blue eyes are tracking her closely, concerned, and Nancy reaches up to run a thumb over the furrow between them. 

Really, Nancy? But now she’s going to do something about it.

“You’re my favorite person,” she says, and Robin’s worry stays, but a blush blooms in her cheeks. She keeps talking before Robin can say something sweet. “Last night, I was putting on my boots and thinking about you. That’s normal. I’m always thinking about you. Which is another reason why I’m an idiot for not…” She sighs and Robin’s head is slightly tilted now, eyes questioning and blush deep and beautiful against her pale skin. She stays quiet, for Nancy. “Anyway, last night I was thinking about how to make you feel better about Fingers and I was imagining the nightmare funeral Dee would have for him. And I thought about you laughing at that Harvest Moon performance and I realized…I realized I’m in love with you. And I have been for…for a long time.”

“Oh my god,” Robin says lowly, and then she leans forward and kisses Nancy deeply, hands framing her face and tongue licking into her mouth, and Nancy climbs into her lap and holds tight. 

Six months later, Fingers dies, and Robin shows up at Nancy’s apartment with the flyer for the funeral, bottom lip in her teeth and laughter in her eyes. They go, dressed in  blue and purple as requested, a tribute to his kind. When the lights dim in the basement, a rhythmic grunting emanating from backstage, Nancy squeezes Robin’s hand tightly and does not look at her. When the troupe emerges in jewel tone leotards, writhing and wailing with one another, she feels Robin’s body shaking with laughter. They make it, barely, snacking on vegan cookies and giving a weepy Dee a hug before hustling back to Nancy’s car. 

Tears stream down Robin’s face, her breathing ragged with laughter, and Nancy thumbs them away and kisses her. “Rest in peace, Fingers,” she says solemnly, sending Robin off again, and she’s so gorgeous when she laughs. 

Nancy’s in love with her. Really. 

[asexualasshat]

Entity, Entirety

Chapter 3/?

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Jason Carver

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Character, Asexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Lesbian Chrissy Cunningham, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Mentions and vague descriptions of sex but no smut, Asexual character has sex, Fluff, Chrissy has vaginismus because why not, Jason Carver Being an Asshole, Stalking, Making Out, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), eddie works at an escape room because why not, Eddie Munson Has a Sexuality Crisis, Canon-Typical Violence, not the supernatural kind tho, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Mentions of Abusive Relationships, mentions of cheating, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson is Bad at Feelings, Slow Burn, I was debating if this fic would turn out long enough to use that tag but??? definite slow burn, Breaking Up & Making Up, Good Friend Chrissy Cunningham

Summary:

“Hey, you made it!” He jumped at the call from behind him.

He whipped around to see a man he recognized from their Zoom call. Voluminous chestnut hair, only a bit longer than most guys would typically wear theirs. Broad shoulders that weren’t out of place on his frame. An undeniably handsome man in a henley with black sweats walking toward him with a grin. “Yeah, barely.” He said, leaning back and earning not one, but two pops.

The man he knew to be Steve Harrington lets out a hearty laugh. “Well let’s get your shit upstairs before you drop dead on me.”

(OR)

Eddie had long lived underneath a crust of unease. Never able to feel at home in his skin.

When his college shuts down his program, he is forced to transfer across the country. He didn't think his shell would start to chip away as he crossed the California state line. Didn't expect that it was himself he'd find in the two bedroom apartment. And he certainly didn't think he'd find home in the man with whom he shared a lease.

Excerpt:

He didn’t go to parties anymore. Too many people who were likely to come to hate him. It was for the best that he stayed home.

Steve, though? He’d gone out every Saturday night since Eddie arrived in town. Sure it had only been a few weeks, but still. That was fine, of course. Nothing wrong with going out and having fun. And Steve not coming home until Sunday morning was none of Eddie’s business.

It was slightly made his business this week. He was working on a new character sheet when, at almost one in the morning, he heard the door open. It was quickly followed by grunts and giggles, some clearly Steve and others belonging to a more feminine voice. He elects to slide on his headphones when he starts hearing thumps against the wall.

There was nothing wrong with people having sex, obviously. Nothing wrong with Steve hooking up with people. That lifestyle just wasn't for Eddie. He had his own sort of slut phase. Plenty of girls back in high school needed someone to piss off their protective dads, and drug dealing metal listening leather wearing Eddie was perfect for the job. He didn’t have sex with any of them, but making out was fun. And he had had sex with his ex. But the one time he tried hooking up with a stranger? Not for him.

He didn’t leave his room until the next morning after he’d heard the door shut behind the girl. Steve was sitting on the couch, phone in hand. The man was only wearing a pair of sweats, leaving his bare torso exposed.  He turned his attention from his phone up to Eddie at the sound of Eddie stubbing his big toe.

[malikat24601]

Nancy Wheeler is poised, polished and put together in every way. She has moved out, made a name for herself, and is working hard to ensure that all her dreams come true, and this year, she is bringing someone home for the holidays with the intention of checking another big thing off her list. Steve Harrington is the perfect partner. Now if only she can get her chaotic mess of a family to agree.

Or: Steve Harrington expected to spend the weekend dutifully putting his well-bred manners to work, charming his girlfriend Nancy's family. He did not expect to make a mortal enemy of her cousin on day one; anger the entire family and have to call in reinforcements on day two; And he most certainly did not expect to have fallen in love after only three short days.

A Steddie retelling of The Family Stone (2005)

3 Chapters | 49,195 words

Rating: M

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley

Tags: Modern Setting, No UD, The Family Stone, Christmas Tomfoolery, Family Holidays, Family Dynamics, Dialog Heavy, These Munson-Wheelers Can Talk, Crumbling Relationships, Cheating, But Barely, Angst With a Happy Ending, Steve’s Bi Panic, Steve's Homophobic Dad Is Its Own Warning, Self-proclaimed Disaster Bisexual Eddie Munson, Mean Max Munson, HOH Will Byers, Mother-Daughter Bonding, Dual POV, Steve Harrington POV, Karen Wheeler POV, Secret Third POV, Step-Siblings Stobin, Karen Munson My Beloved, No Character Death, Happy Ending Guaranteed

[rebelspykatie]

Soulmate AU Part Four 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Five

The night of the date, Eddie is pacing beside his front door. Wayne is watching from his armchair with an exasperated look, having already told him to sit down or he was going to wear a hole in the carpet. He jumps when there’s a knock on the door and shoots Wayne a dirty look when he laughs. Before opening it, he grabs the flowers off the counter and takes a deep breath, attempting to settle his nerves.  

When he finally pulls the door open, he’s still wholly unprepared for Steve Harrington to be the one standing on his doorstep, eyes twinkling in the haze of the setting sun, hair perfectly coiffed and yellow sweater sitting snug around his torso. He holds out the flowers before Steve can even say hello. 

There’s a beat of silence where Eddie almost pulls them back, but Steve hesitantly reaches for them, holding them delicately in his hands. “You got me flowers,” he says with a hint of awe.

“My mama used to garden a lot before she died, and I remember sitting with her as she talked for hours about the meaning of all of these different flowers she was planting. I don’t remember all of them because it was so long ago, but I do remember what these mean.” 

It’s never easy talking about his mom, but it’s not as difficult with Steve looking at him like he understands the importance of Eddie divulging something so personal. There’s a hopeful look on his face that reassures Eddie he can trust Steve with every dark corner of his soul. They’re not there yet, but they’re headed in the right direction. 

He looks down at the yellow and white water lilies with a watery smile, “Mama used to always say that water lilies were about rebirth and enlightenment. A lot of cultures tied that back to purity and religion. But mama used to tell stories of nymphs leaving them around those they wanted to protect or claim.”

Steve ducks his head, burying part of his face in the flowers. “Are you the nymph in this scenario?”

“If it means staking my claim, then yes.” A triumphant trill courses through him when Steve blushes. “I know the universe already did that for me, but I wanted to show you I mean it. I want to start over and actually give this a shot.”

“I want that, too.” Steve looks back at his car. “Maybe we can leave these here, though. I don't want them to get ruined sitting in the car.” 

It takes a few minutes to find something to leave them in. The Munson’s aren’t big flower people these days, but soon enough they’re on their way, Wayne shooing them out the door. Steve hasn’t told Eddie where they’re going, but it’s somewhere outside of Hawkins. 

As they exit the city limits, Eddie's nervous chatter has died down a bit. Steve quietly says, “I didn’t think you would be into flowers or any of that romantic shit.” 

“Just because I look mean and scary, doesn’t mean I don’t believe in love. I was just as excited as you were to get my soulmate mark.”

“Why were you so scared to tell me?”

“My own stupidity, I guess.” Eddie shrugs. “Things never worked out long term for any of the Munsons when it comes to soulmates. My mom died young and my dad fucked off after that, not wanting to raise someone that was a living reminder of what he lost. Wayne’s died in Vietnam. I wasn’t hopeful that mine would work out when it was the most popular guy in school’s name on my arm.”

Steve holds out a hand across the center console of the car, wrist up as a reminder of whose name is written there. Eddie slides their hands together.

“I had accepted that my fate was just like all the other Munson’s before me. You were happy with Wheeler and I couldn’t bring myself to get in the way of that.”

“We weren’t happy,” Steve interjects faintly, absentmindedly rubbing a thumb over the back of Eddie’s hand. “I think somehow Nancy knew it wasn’t going to be her name on my wrist. She’s perceptive in a scary way.” What little he knows of Wheeler tells him that’s true. After a beat Steve adds, “Sounds like we both had unrealistic expectations for all of this.”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, squeezing Steve’s hand. “But we’re starting over, no more King Steve or Eddie the freak Munson.”

“Just Eddie and Steve. I like the sound of that.” 

“Me, too.” He’s about to ask where they’re going for the hundredth time, but Steve turns into a parking lot for what looks like a bookstore.

The building is nondescript with just a simple sign out front. Eddie is already bounding through the entrance before Steve’s turned the car off. Inside, there are walls of books, but it’s more than that. One side of the store is what appears to be a hobby shop, with puzzles, model kits of everything from boats to planes, and a whole display case of dice sets and miniatures.

Eddie’s frozen in place, just inside the doorway, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly, when he feels Steve come up behind him. “How did you find this place?”

“This kid I babysit plays Dungeons and Dragons, too. He’s the nerdiest little shit. Loves to read. Smartest person I know. He builds all kinds of robots that do stuff. His mom can’t afford to bring him out here all the time, so I started doing it. Let the kid go wild in here and he’s a happy camper. Easiest babysitting job ever.” 

Eddie might climb Steve like a tree right here in the middle of this store for everyone to see. He can’t believe the words Dungeons and Dragons just came out of his mouth.  

“This place is amazing. I’ve been using a secondhand set of dice from Gareth that he got from his cousin. I had no idea this place existed.” 

“You wanna get a new set?” Steve nods towards the display case. “My treat.” 

Eddie almost trips in his hast to sprint across the room and start going through the different sets, Steve’s laughter echoing behind him.

Part Five

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 6: Heard it in a Love Song

Word Count: 995

Rating: G

Pairing: Gareth X Barb

CW: Language

Summary: Gareth is nervous about talking to his crush, so the other guys help him out. The prompt title kept reminding me of the song “Heard it on the Radio” by Ross Lynch from back in the day lol. One of the lyrics in the song is “he’s a drummer in the band” and I realized that after I decided to write this about Gareth, so it just seemed perfect!

@corrodedcoffinfest

“Just ask if she’s going,” Jeff says. 

“Yeah,” Eddie adds. “You’re just seeing if she’ll be there. A simple, innocent question one friend would ask another.”

Gareth takes a deep breath and nods his head. It’s obvious to his three friends that he’s not so much nodding in agreement rather than psyching himself up.  

“What if she has no idea what I’m talking about?” Gareth asks, a tremble in his voice. 

“Then you tell her about it,” Frank says. “About us playing a set and the party.”

“Yeah,” Gareth breathes out, rubbing his hands together. “No big deal.”

“Exactly,” Eddie agrees, slapping his friend on the back. “You’ve got this.”

“And don’t worry about the others, we’ve got that taken care of,” Frank reminds.

“It’s usually only Nancy,” Gareth says. He’s absentmindedly twirling one of his drumsticks in his hand. 

“We can handle Wheeler,” Eddie says. “Now, come on. Their lunch period is about to end.”

Gareth’s shoes seem to be glued to the ground, so Jeff gives him a nudge that gets him putting one foot in front of the other. 

Waiting outside of the cafeteria is the most nervous Gareth has been in a while. Not much can shake him, but talking to the girl he’s been pining for all year? Yeah, that’ll do it. 

The bell rings and Gareth begins nervously tapping his drumstick against the side of his right leg.

“Will you put those away?” Eddie hisses as the students begin to pour out of the lunchroom. 

The drummer feels more secure with a drumstick in his hand, but he knows Eddie’s right; it would look weird if he was just tapping one against his body. He slips it into his back pocket and adjusts the flannel over his t-shirt to hide the part that sticks out. 

“Hey,” Frank whispers loudly. “There they are.”

Gareth feels his stomach flip as he scans the crowd and the moment his eyes land on her, he swears his heart stalls like it’s his dad’s old stick shift.  

“Boys,” Eddie says, inclining his head towards Nancy.

They all shoot Gareth encouraging looks before they leave him on his own.

“Wheeler! There you are,” Eddie says, standing right in front of the petite girl, his boots squeaking against the white linoleum. 

“Uh, yeah. What’s going on?” Nancy asks. 

“You, um, well, I borrowed a book from Jonathan, and he asked if I could give it to you if I saw you before him.” Jeff comes up with the line on the spot. 

“Okay…” Nancy’s brow pinches together. “Where is it?”

“Oh, it’s uh, in my locker. Which is right over here.” Jeff gestures around the corner, to the adjacent hallway. 

He nods his head in that direction to indicate that she should follow him. 

Nancy sighs.

“I’ll see you after school, Barb,” she says, turning to her friend.

“See you,” Barb says. 

Jeff, Eddie, and Frank all walk down to Jeff’s locker with Nancy, which both girls find weird. 

As soon as Barb takes a step forward, Gareth gathers his nerve and comes up next to her.

“H-Hey, Barb,” he says.

“Oh, hi Gareth. You didn’t want to follow your posse down that way?” There’s a teasing smile on Barb’s lips and the drummer has to remind himself to breathe.

“Nah, I actually wanted to ask you something,” he manages as the two stay in step with one another. 

The redhead pushes her glasses back up with the hand that isn’t holding a notebook and a few folders against her floral purple blouse. 

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I was, uh, wondering if you’re going to the party at Mosaic Lake on Saturday?”

“Oh, I heard about that. There’s also one at Lover’s Lake on Saturday,” Barb says.

“Yeah,” Gareth says, releasing a breath. Mosaic Lake is far smaller than Lover’s, but he would bet good money that the company will be better at the less popular lake. “Guess all the jocks and the populars are behind that one. Which means it’s gonna suck because it’s all those people.”

“Those people?” Barb asks, arching an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, you know.” Gareth shrugs. “Assholes. But the party at Mosaic Lake is for guys like me who want to have fun and don’t care if they’re not top of the food chain here.”

“So…freaks?” Barb asks, not unkindly. “And nerds. Like me.”

“For all of us who the Hawkins High royalty deem lesser than,” Gareth says in his best impression of a snobby, posh person. It makes Barb laugh and he almost trips over his own feet. 

“Well, Nancy wanted to go to the Lover’s Lake party,” she says and Gareth’s heart drops. “But I don’t. I’d rather go to Mosaic Lake. And I’m pretty sure Jonathan would rather go to Mosaic too, so maybe if both her best friend and boyfriend are in agreement, she’ll change her mind.”

“Awesome!” Gareth realizes there was far too much enthusiasm in his voice, so he clears his throat in an attempt to cover it. 

“Corroded Coffin is playing for a little while. After us I think it’s that all-girl band Rosa Santiago started.”

“Are you going to play any Van Halen?” Barb asks.

“We do know a lot of their songs, so there’s a strong possibility,” he teases. “You like them?”

“Yeah, Van Halen is my favorite.”

Absolutely need to talk to the guys about the setlist, Gareth thinks. He wonders how many Van Halen songs he can convince them to put in there. 

The warning bell rings, and Barb heaves a sigh.

“I definitely want to go,” she tells Gareth. “I’ll do my best.” She gives him a smile as she starts to turn down a different hallway for her next class. Gareth gives a small wave, which she returns.

Once she’s out of sight, Gareth leans on the closest wall and lets his exhale deflate his lungs.

“Holly shit,” he says to himself. “I did it. And I didn’t ralph.”

[teambyler]

"Byler Endgame, One Episode at a Time" - s5e6

Plot beats and scenes leading to a Byler endgame, one episode at a time, for Season 5 of Stranger Things. (This is just for fun! I have no insider knowledge!)

Also see Part 0, where I explain what I think a Byler Endgame has to address. Link to the previous episode.

s5e6

Some time after Mike and Will realize their feelings for each other, the other members of the party arrive at Hopper’s cabin. El is out front and shushes them with a finger to her lips. She quietly opens the door and everyone sees Mike and Will embracing, asleep, tears clearing tracks through the grime on their faces. Everyone is pleasantly surprised. Joyce thinks they're so adorable and immediately wants to walk in, but El stops her. They all wait outside. El gently wakes the two of them and everyone openly arrives a few minutes later. They take Will to the hospital for his arm.

The next night, back at the Wheeler house, Mike and Will are hanging out. Will can’t play Nintendo with his bad arm, but Will is telling what to do as he plays Final Fantasy. They name their party after the four original members of their group. Mike: “I like this.” “Like what?” “Just hanging out…” “Well we’ve always hung out.” “That’s the thing. We never... I never told how you feel.” He talks about how wrapped up in El he was, so he could hide from his own feelings. The year Will was away, he tried to call more but the phone was always busy. He thought Will had moved on, had made a painting for a girl. Will: "Well, I could have reached out more too." A pause. Will: “It’s sad that we lost so much time…” They linger a while on this thought. Mike turns to Will with determination. “I’ll make it up to you Will. Or I’ll try.” They should do something together tomorrow night. Will smiles: “Are you asking me out on a date?” Mike stands up and extends out his hand in a medieval bow: “May I?” Will stands: “Oh yes, my paladin.” and kisses Mike on the cheek. Mike playfully touches the spot Will kissed like he's just been kissed by a rock star.

Afterward, Mike goes to his room and digs out some old things. We see some of the toys he decided not to throw away in s2. He looks at one of them in particularly fondly, and sets it aside.

The next morning, Ted is already gone. Karen has made pancakes and eggs, and she is on the phone talking with Joyce. Mike and Will reach for the syrup at the same time and touch hands, and they both look at each other slowly let go. Mike: “You can’t open it anyway.” Will laughs: “That’s for sure.” Mike opens the bottle and pours syrup on Will’s eggs. Will is blushing and smiling. We zoom in on Karen who sees this all take place…

At school the next day, Dustin and Lucas tell them they need to have an "emergency party meeting.” In private, they tell them “We know” and before Mike and Will can protest they say it’s totally cool and it’s a beautiful thing. In their party they stand up for each other, full stop. They always have, and always will. Will: "I wasn't sure..." Dustin: "We've gone through hell together, saved each other's lives. Are you kidding?" Lucas holds out his hand for a handshake. Will skips that and just hugs Lucas. The others join in, and the four of them share a long group embrace.

After school, Mike asks his mom if she has a good box for giving a gift, about “yay tall” (demonstrates with his hands). She says sure: “Who is it for?” Mike hesitates... Karen: “Is it for Will?” There’s a look of fear in his eyes. She sees his reaction and doesn’t push it. She finds an old gift box she had saved. While she is looking, she has a tender look on her face. She finds a good box and hands it to him. She puts her hands on his shoulders and looks him in the eyes. “I think Will is a very nice boy.” Mike looks shocked, then relieved. He starts to cry. She hugs him: “I told you, you never have to hide anything from me. I'm your mom, MIke! I love you.” Mike nods through tears. “Does dad know?” “No…” They hold each other. She gives him an encouraging nod, and he takes the box.

Mike presents the gift box to Will, and he expectantly watches him take off the lid. Will recognizes Mike's old teddy bear. “Aww that’s so sweet.” “I know it’s kinda stupid, and I didn’t buy anything, but it seemed right.” “It’s perfect.” He hugs Mike, and they kiss. They go out on their date. They go watch a re-screening of Spaceballs and have a great time. Afterward, Mike takes them to an ice cream shop. Mike takes one of Will’s art markers and starts to draw a heart on Will’s cast. Will: “Mike!” Mike doesn’t care. They get some homophobic stares from adults. Before Mike can finish, Will hides away his arm. Mike sees this and is hurt, but understands.

The next day, Will shyly approaches Mike in the school hall. They give each other boyfriend looks. Mike says they should go out again tonight. “Two nights in a row?” “Sure! Why not?” “You know, you don’t have to take me out all the time. You can't afford it." They laugh. Will "We could just hang out and play games.” Mike wants to kiss Will on the spot. “So it’s a date?” Will giggles and looks shyly to the side: “Yes, it’s a date.” Max walks up to them and says “Hi, lovebirds!” They blush. The bell rings, they turn and head to their class.

… They pass by and notice Bully #1. He looks at them and Max stares daggers back. He immediately lowers his gaze. Will, defiantly looking straight at Bully #1, extends his hand out to Mike. Mike takes it, they look at each other. Mike gives a loving sigh and nods. Students look at them in shock as they walk down the hall in slow motion, David Bowie’s “Heroes” playing (starting here). The last line is sung as we go to credits...

I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be Heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day

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That's it! I'm not planning anything more on this particular project. I have a couple ideas including Will and Mike getting caught on the Upside Down and Will using a gun lol, but I don't feel like writing it out because from here forward the A plot takes center stage and I have no idea where that will go!

Anyway, that concludes "Byler Endgame - One Episode at a Time." I hope you enjoyed it!

Part 0 (what a Byler endgame needs to address) Previous episode

-teambyler

[gilmore-angel]

MERRY SWIFTMAS !!

for christmas this year I wanted to try to FINALLY get back into writing!! so on the days listed below, I will be posting fics based on taylor swift songs set in winter with some of my favorite characters from many different fandoms! now I can't guarantee that I'll always be able to post them on time since I'm a student and I have a job, but I'll definitely try lol💋

navigation🦢🥂☃️🧸🧣🎅

December 1st

teardrops on my guitar with Ellie Williams !!

summary ♱ your best friend ellie can't seem to understand that she's tearing your poor heart apart.

December 4th

you belong with me with Steve Harrington !!

summary ♱ you love Steve, but he must be stupid if he doesn't realize you two are meant to be together.

December 7th

back to december with James Potter !!

summary ♱ James can be overwhelming with his love, and in a want for freedom, you gave away the best thing you had.

December 10th

everything has changed with Aaron Hotchner !!

summary ♱ working at a daycare has its perks, a big one being a certain single dad.

December 13th

i know places with Helaena Targaryen !!

summary ♱ eyes are constantly on princess helaena and you, her lady-in-waiting. but you know places they don't.

December 16th

gorgeous with Aemond Targaryen !!

summary ♱ prince aemond makes you want to scream. he's polite, intelligent, and oh so handsome, and you hate every bit of it.

December 19th

i think he knows with Remus Lupin !!

summary ♱ you're pretty sure you've made it obvious enough to your friend-with-benifits that you're ready for something more.

December 22nd

exile with Joel Miller !!

summary ♱ after months and months of an unhappy relationship you finally leave, but Joel doesn't see how you could do this to him.

December 25th

tolerate it with Eddie Munson !!

summary ♱ Eddie's musical success has seemed to make him forget to appreciate the person who helped him get there.

December 28th

the great war with Aegon Targaryen !!

summary ♱ aegon has never made your relationship easy, but the best things in life are hard.

December 31st

christmas tree farm with Nancy Wheeler !!

summary ♱ a cozy winter day with your girlfriend.

tagging some moots cus I'm scared this will flop😶

@imabee-oralizard @sweetercalypso @dizzyntrr @heartmorgue @takecareluv @fclklqre @jacevelaryonswife @ghostlyfleur @evermoreal