#i do not believe mike went to that school for a second

[paradiseismine]

Hi!!

Today was my birthday and I don’t know if you have requests open, but if you do, could you please write a Mike Wheeler x Munson!Reader? In which Y/N is Eddie Munson’s younger sister and secretly dating Mike and, well, getting into spicy things in his basement?

I would thank you a lot ✨

Hands off - Mike Wheeler x reader

Pairing: Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) x Munson!f!reader

Warnings: smut, secret affair, blowjob, face sitting, slightly inexperienced Mike

Love note from Nina: first of all, happy belated birthday, darling! 🎂 I hope you had a great day. Second of all: HELL YES, and here you go.

“Hands off, Wheeler boy” Eddie had warned (partly jokingly, but not entirely) when he caught Mike staring at you once. “That’s my little sister, don’t forget that”

But it’s not like he could forget that, really. You’d hang out with Eddie and tag along for D&D campaigns pretty frequently - the gang’s new Druid. You didn’t attend Hawkins High, though, but went to some fancier school in the neighboring town instead. You had gotten the book smarts whilst Eddie had gotten the street smarts, as he’d always say.

Tonight, you had joined the gang for another D&D campaign, on Mike’s basement, as usual. Y’all had been playing for a good five hours or so (with an strategic stop to order a pizza), and besides the fact that the campaign pretty much always took place on a Saturday, it was getting late.

You had caught Mike staring at you a couple times - he was also sitting right next to you, knees “accidentally” touching yours from time to time as the game progressed. There was something about him that made you feel so pretty, so desired, you could barely resist the temptation to touch his thigh under the table. Ugh, you had to come up with a plan, what could you possibly do t-

“Should we wrap and get going, guys?” Dustin suddenly asked, interrupting your thoughts while checking his watch. He didn’t say it, but he clearly wanted to call Suzie before going to bed. Lucas and Will agreed, and so did you and Eddie.

After another round or two, the gang decided to stop the game on a cliffhanger, just to keep things exciting and pick up from where you left off in the following week. Bidding each other goodbye, the rest of the party walked up to the front door and left on their bikes.

“Fuck, you go ahead, I think I forgot something in the basement” you scratched the back of your head, trying to seem nonchalant. “See you at home?”

“Sure, munchkin” Eddie agreed, not seeming suspicious at all. “Just take care on the way home later”.

Going back to the basement meant getting Mike alone - everyone else had gone home and he had to clean up the mess. You walked down the stairs normally, making sure he’d hear your footsteps, just so he wouldn’t be caught off guard.

“Nance?” he asked, sounding puzzled, before seeing you at the base of the staircase, his beautiful hands closing the box in which he’d put all the D&D stuff. “Oh, it’s you” he smiled. “Are you okay? Did you forget anything?”

“Well, actually, i didn’t really forget it, it’s something I’ve been thinking about all day…” you said, mischievous.

Mike looked at you quizzically, wanting your tone to be as naughty as he believed he’d heard.

“Can I-can I help you with that?” He stuttered, head lowered to look into your eyes as you approached him, your chest now nearly glued to his.

Michael Wheeler had fantasized about you pretty much since the first time he saw you - waiting for Eddie next to your scooter in the Hawkins High parking lot, looking like a model in your leather jacket, long hair and red lipstick. He’d get lost in his words when you two spoke, his palms sweating and his heart pounding.

“I’m pretty sure you know you can” you looked up at him maliciously. “Or did you think you were being discreet back there” you pointed towards the D&D table with your head, “Touching your knee to mine every five minutes?”

Mike audibly swallowed. He had been caught red handed.

“Y/n, I-“ he started, nervously. “It’s just… You’re so pretty, and I know you’re Eddie’s sister, so I could never…” he bit his lip, embarrassed. “You know, no matter how much I wanted to… And believe me, I really do…”

You pushed him lightly towards the basement’s couch, and he fell back seating on it. His eyes went wide as you sat on his lap, one leg to each side of his waist.

“Eddie told you to keep your hands off of me, didn’t he?” Mike gulped, nodding with eyes still wide open as you slowly unzipped and took off your leather jacket, setting it aside. The white top you were wearing underneath was tight fitting and had a very low cut - besides, you were visibly not wearing a bra. “Well, he didn’t say anything about me touching you, so…”

You put your arms around Mike’s neck, gently running your fingers through the hair on his nape, your naughty eyes staring at his plump reddish lips. He could barely breathe, but his throbbing erection involuntarily pressing up against your core spoke for him.

“Tell me to stop” you whispered before your lips lightly touched his - and needless to say, Mike never told you to stop. You kissed him chastely at first, but as he seemed to gain confidence, you soon asked for entrance in his mouth with your tongue, and that innocent kissing soon turned into a full make out.

Mike’s hands went straight to your breasts, fondling them hungrily as he moaned into the kiss. You felt an instant rush in between your thighs, your arousal nearly painful; but you still wanted to play the game on the hard level.

“No, no, no” you broke the kiss to whisper to him, as you gently held his wrists and put his hands back on his lap. “Hands off, lover boy, only I get to touch you.”

Mike sighed, feeling dizzy with lust. He had never gotten drunk, but that’s what he imagined being drunk would feel like.

You kissed him once again, softly biting his lower lip, your hands pulling him closer by the collar of his Hellfire t-shirt. Mike timidly moaned as you touched him, his body quivering, aching for more. Soon, your lips found their way to his neck, kissing it, biting it, driving him crazy.

“Could I give you a little love mark, baby?”

“S-sure, I’m yours, whatever you want” he moaned, enchanted by you.

You bit and sucked lightly on his neck, leaving a small purple bruise behind, gently kissing it to relieve the pain afterwards. Mike’s hands grabbed your ass harshly, squeezing it. You couldn’t help but moan at the touch, right on his ear, nibbling on his earlobe.

“Again with the hands, mister? That’s not very Prince Charming of you, I’m afraid. Do I have to tie up those hands to make you behave?” you had grabbed his neck lightly, eyes studying his expression.

“Do you… do you want to tie me up?” he asked, trying to conceal the excitement in his voice.

“I’d love to, can I?” as he nodded, you took off your belt and tied up his hands with it, making a firm knot to secure it.

“Will you… will you still let me please you, y/n?” he nearly begged, his body squirming for relief in those tight jeans. “I always dreamed of making you cum”, he confessed.

You chuckled. He was so adorable, ugh.

“Have you ever had a girl sit on your face before?” you asked softly.

“No, I-“ he said, feeling a bit shy. Mike wasn’t very experienced at all, but it’s not like he was going to admit that to you. “I don’t think so”

“Can I?” you gave him your naughtiest look.

“Sure, beautiful” he agreed, eyes hypnotized by the sight of your perky nipples nearly ripping through the thin fabric of your shirt.

You stood up and stripped for him, garment after garment falling on the floor as he watched, tied up hands trying to palm his own erection for relief. You were so beautiful, and somehow, even more beautiful naked. He sighed, lustful, his face flushed as you approached him again.

You positioned him on the couch and slowly lowered your hips to Mike’s face, carefully adjusting your clit to where his lips were. You held yourself on the couch, not putting your weight entirely on him.

He licked your entrance delightedly, your smell and your taste making his head spin. He flicked his tongue to your clit and earned himself a moan, only to repeat the movement and keep hearing your moans. Your pussy was soaking wet for him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to reprimand Mike when his hands, even tied as they were, reached up to finger you as his tongue kept working on your clit.

“I’m so wet for you, Mikey” you moaned, your hips swaying onto his face. “You drive me wild, I want to cum for you so bad”

Mike whimpered as he kept eating you out like you’d be his last meal, and if Eddie found out about what happened tonight, it would be.

As his fingers curled inside you and his tongue relentlessly massaged your sensitive clit, getting you to moan more and more, legs shaking uncontrollably, you came on his mouth. Mike licked you through your high, still in disbelief that such a pretty girl was wet for him, moaning at his touch, desiring him.

You got off of him and lowered your body once again, kissing him and tasting yourself on his drenched lips.

“You taste so good, princess” he praised, still out of breath.

“I bet you do too, love” you pulled him up so he’d be seating on the couch again. Your legs were still shaky from such an intense orgasm, your head feeling light and dizzy, but you couldn’t wait another moment to have him.

You bent at your waist, hands on his knees, giving Mike your most devilish kiss. He lowered his head, and you immediately knew what he wanted. Putting your naked breasts to his face, he took one of your nipples in between his lips and suckled on it hungrily. His dark eyes were low and seemed in ecstasy.

“Can I give you a-a love mark as well? I mean, here?” he bit the side of your breast gently.

“Sure you can, love” you replied, nearly moaning.

Mikey sucked and sucked onto your skin, leaving a purple bruise behind, before repeating the same step at a slightly different angle. When you looked down, he had left a heart shaped bruise on your chest.

“I swear you don’t even exist, baby boy, I made you up” you chuckled and nuzzled your face onto his neck before pulling up his T-shirt to remove it.

You could hear Mike pulling air in between his teeth as you kissed his chest and his belly, working your way towards the hem of his pants. You looked at him in an inquiring way, hands on the button and zipper of his dark jeans.

He nodded rapidly, and you lowered his pants and underwear to his ankles, eager to take him in your mouth.

“Hold my hair back, will you?” You asked, and even with his hands tied, Mike managed to do it.

Soon enough, you had taken most of his length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, your hands on his balls and perineum, gently massaging him. Mike’s eyes would squeeze shut and roll back in pleasure, his lips red from so much biting and kissing, faint moans escaping them.

“Princess” he said, his voice barely audible. “You’re so good… Can I cum in your mouth?”

You simply opened your mouth and kept jerking him off as a response. Mike’s knees were shaking (and would’ve buckled if he wasn’t sitting down) as he let out a louder, satisfied moan and released his warm seed into your mouth. You swallowed it immediately, in slight disbelief that even his cum tasted good.

“Did… did you swallow it?” He asked, amazed.

“Of course, silly” you stood back up and kissed his nose playfully. “You taste so good, how could I not?”

“Thank you” He smiled, embarrassed.

“How long have you felt like that?” You sat beside him on the couch, grabbing your clothes back from the floor. “You know, being attracted to me and stuff?”

“I, uhm…” his cheeks had turned pink. “Ever since I saw you that day on the parking lot, waiting for Eddie” he confessed. “Yelling at him for not doing the laundry” you both laughed.

“You caught my eye that day too” you admitted, head tilted to the side. “I just thought I wasn’t your type, you know? I’m quite different from the girls at Hawkins High.”

“You’re way prettier than all of them” he shrugged honestly. “And a lot funnier, more interesting, more intelligent…”

“Do you want to… Keep seeing each other like this?” You suggested, hand lightly caressing his after you untied him.

“Kinda like… dating in secret?” He inferred.

“Eddie would kill you if he found out, wouldn’t he?” You laughed, understanding his point.

“Absolutely”

[fromasgardandback]

Eavesdropped Conversations

Eddie Munson x Reader x Platonic!Hellfire Club

masterlist | oneshots

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The loud talking and fights over their characters and the fate of the end of the current campaign were heard clear as day down the hall from the drama club room where the Hellfire Club sat. Eddie walked into the room, annoyed by the noise level, placing his books down with a loud bang that got everyone’s attention. 

“What is going on? I heard you all from the back door. It’s annoying… stop it.” Eddie sat on his throne with a huff.

“What’s gotten into you, man? You look more irritated than normal. Did something happen with the misses?” Gareth propped his head in his palm, batting his eyelashes at Eddie.

“Shut up. No, nothing happened. Can we get on with the game, or do you chicks want to keep clucking?” Eddie annoyingly threw a chip at his face.

As the game kept going on, Eddie’s campaign didn’t make it any easier for the younger players at the table. His sadistic style grew tiresome on the weary warriors, and they needed a recon. 

“Okay, we need to use the Fortune Teller; she’s always been a good player to bring out.” Dustin offered to the others. Y/N had walked in at that moment, but the huddled group didn’t see her.

“She’s so annoying. It’s nice she brings stuff to the group every once in a while, but then she needs something from us. It’s tiring. We should just leave her. Next time she comes around, we all ignore her.” Gareth said, debating Dutin’s earlier fondness for the character.

“Agreed. We can’t keep stopping the game for this.” Mike grumbled as they went back to their original seats.

Y/N didn’t know they were talking about a character. It fit with what she would do for them. Every other week, she would bring a baked good for the club to snack on. It was her way of saying thank you for being so kind to her as Eddie’s girlfriend. As an aspiring cook and baker, Y/N would utilize that time to try new recipes on them. But what she heard, she couldn’t believe. Without waiting another second, she bolted out of there and down the hall towards the exit. Tears streamed down her face when realization hit her. They never liked her, and they were just pretending. What made it sting more is that Eddie stayed silent. 

“Let’s continue, Gentlemen and Lady Applejack,” Eddie smirked, sitting up on his throne, getting back into character.

The weekend went by rather painfully slow. Too slow for Eddie’s liking. He called Y/N more times than he can count. Even her brother wouldn’t let him in to see her. He racked his brain and calendar about what happened. Did he miss a special anniversary, birthday, damn even Flag Day!? Eddie parked outside your home Sunday evening after dinner, waiting for you to come outside to talk to him. Even after the fifth attempt, your brother gave up and forced you to talk to Eddie.

“Baby. Please talk to me. I can’t figure out what I missed or did wrong. I miss you. It’s been killing me not seeing or talking to you. It’s like the light completely went out.” Eddie said, holding her hands. She reluctantly let him hold them, but did not show affection back.

“You know it hurts more now knowing you can’t see it. That it was so comfortable for you to let it happen and not have my back either. Do you do this often? Let others talk shit about me while you stay silent. Because I know you’ve done it for me before, but with your friends? What a stranger is fine to yell at, but you can’t defend me to your friends? Or do I truly mean that little to you? If so, then I don’t want this anymore. I need someone who isn’t afraid to protect me, even if it is their closest friends.” Y/N moved back, crossing her arms across her chest. The tears in her eyes threatened to spill over again. Memories of Friday night keep coming back.

“What? Y/N, what are you talking about? What did my friends say about you? When did this happen? I have always and will always defend you, you know that. I’ve beaten the complete shit out of the jocks at school for how they have talked about you. Please tell me when this happened.” Eddie desperately pleaded. Now knelt in front of her while she sat on the porch swing.

“Friday night’s Hellfire Club meeting. I walked in bringing another tray of baked goods for you all, only to get shit-talked. I clearly heard them. Word for word, “She’s so annoying. It’s nice she brings stuff to the group every once in a while, but then she needs something from us. Next time she comes around, we all ignore her.” Explain that one. Because you sat there and did nothing.” Y/N said through tears. 

“Y/N… They weren’t talking about you, baby. There’s a character in the game that they all hate. If they choose her, she helps but ends up costing them something in return. That’s what they were discussing. I can show you evidence, too. Dustin asked about you Friday night as well. They all love you. They would never say anything that hurtful to or about you. And I would never let anyone, not even friends, talk about you like that.” Eddie took her face in his hands. “I love you, sweetheart. You’re my girl.” The tears were coming down even harder now. She felt like an idiot for not hearing them out, even if it was true. That she heard the first thing and ran with it. Her emotions got the best of her and now she looks like the insecure and pathetic ass. 

“Eddie, I am so sorry. I assumed and let my emotions get the best of me. I am so, so, so sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweet girl. I’m here now. We can put this all behind us, and in a couple of years, we can laugh about it. Why don’t we go bake something to bring them tomorrow morning? Hm?” Eddie rubbed her back, holding her close.

“Yes, please. Apology muffins.” Needless to say, they all proclaimed their love for her and her baked goods.

[raeofsunrise]

can I please request a blurb or something where the reader admires Mike’s eyes? it’s canon that he once went on a date with a girl in high school who never went on a second date with him because she said his eyes were “too intense” so I would love to see his reaction to the reader saying that it is their favorite thing about him :) I enjoy reading your work btw!

my favorite things

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

summary: mike has never had anyone compliment him, not in a long time, at least.

warnings: light cursing

word count: 389

author’s note: super short, but i just LOVE how this turned out. hope y’all love it ☆

“and i just can’t fucking believe how stupid this is because. . .”

mike was ranting about one of the many, many problems he had at his new job. you had been dating each other for about 4 months, but since this wasn’t your first time listening to him, you decided to fix your eyes on one of his features.

today, you decided to fixate yourself on his eyes. oh, you could get lost in his eyes forever. they were brown, but when the light shines on them, like how the sun does when he wakes up in the morning, there’s a slight greenish hue to them. they almost turn hazel. it reminded you of the clear, autumn sky.

it sounds cliché, but you thought that his eyes told so much about him. there was a tired, stressed look to his eyes. but in moments where it was just the two of you, together, alone, they were loving. longing. like you were what he was looking for for forever, and he finally found it.

“hey. hey, are you listening?”

mike brings you back down to earth with his question while waving his hand in your face. he doesn’t look upset at the fact that you were obviously not listening to him. he was just confused. a little amused, too. maybe there was something on your mind, he thought. i mean, you were staring into his eyes for five minutes straight, and he only noticed now.

“what’s with you?” mike asks.

“nothing, i just…you have really pretty eyes.” you confess.

he laughs and rolls his eyes. “yeah, sure.” he says.

“you do!” you suddenly get defensive. you knew he was never the confident type—hell, he rarely said one good thing about himself, but you were surprised that out of all the compliments you gave him, this was the one he denied?

“they’re my favorite thing about you.”

you move over to sit right next to mike, and you put his arm around your shoulder and lean into him.

“and i have a lot of favorite things about you, mike.”

you look up at him and smile. he smiles back, and suddenly all of the stress from his eyes disappeared, replaced only by love.

“oh, yea?” he asks.

he gives you a sweet kiss, one full of gratitude.

“tell me all about it.”

please give feedback! it’s very appreciated ☆

[acowardinmordor]

The thing is that Eddie in the spring of 86, after his admirer has vanished, is hurting, and it has no direction because he does not know that he’s the reason it ended. Sure, at first he thought it was him, but X has talked to him before about things Eddie did at school, and he believes that he would again.

And when someone is hurting, they either get mean to themselves or to others. Or both.

His best guess in the spring, based on what X mentioned before in letters, is that the popular kids bullied him or said something. Now, combine that with the freshmen, who are getting increasingly distressed by Steve Harrington. They told Eddie that the guy is great, saved their lives. Dustin announces that Steve is his best friend. None of them will budge on the fact that Steve is their friend and isn’t an asshole. Even Mike says it, with a bitchy tone, but he does say it.

They halfway to mourning, and every time Steve fails to drive them home, without warning, it gets worse.

As Steve pulls away more and more, the kids are hurt. They don’t get why their hero would do this.

Eddie knows though. He likes the guy the kids describe. He sounds fun and funny. He sounds like some kind of knight. But Eddie has been around Steve for five years now, he knows who Steve really is.

He tried to talk to the boys about it. He tried to get through to them that Steve is just like that. He’s a popular kid and a bully. Sure, he can be nice to some people, sometimes, but he’s not a good person at the end of the day.

That goes poorly.

Dustin skips Hellfire over it.

After six weeks of it, Eddie confronts Steve. The breaking point was Mike and Dustin getting shoved around by some juniors after school while they were waiting - hoping - Steve would drive them to the arcade like he promised. Corners him in a hallway and lays it out.

“Look. I don’t know why you were around my sheep. I don’t get why you, King Fucking Steve, would pretend you were their friend, and convince them you care, but you did. They thought you cared, that you’d keep protecting them. But now you’re back to who you really are, treating them like shit. Ignoring them.

“Stop. You’re not pretending anymore, so stop pretending you care. You’re hurting my little sheepies, and if you do it again, I’m gonna make sure they know all about you. I’ll tell them every story from your junior year about what you did to the kids like them. I’ll tell them everything about you Harrington, until they realize you’re bullshit and stop waiting for you to come back.”

It barely prompts a reaction. Harrington flinched when Eddie first found him, but the rest? The guys face went stone still, icy and emotionless.

There’s a second flinch, an almost expression, and that’s the one Eddie thinks about later. He has heard all the kids stories, and Christ he wishes that guy was real.

He was never friends with Steve, he never got saved like the kids did, but he still has this deep grief. Not for what he had and lost, but the potential he lost.

This redemption and hero he wants to see in the world, that for a minute, he thought might be real. That died, just like the idea that his admirer might let them meet someday. He doesn’t know he’s conflating the two, but he is, and that anger festers.

[ashwhowrites]

Hey! Really love your writing. Can you write where Eddie meets college gothic henderson reader when she visits Hawkins to visit family and is just smitten and fascinated because he's never seen a gothic person in Hawkins before. So when Dustin asks him why he's staring at his cousin, he's just shocked? (Perhaps the reader looks like this?)

Combining these together since they are pretty similar! Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Different

It was the peak of summer when Eddie met her for the first time. She had him stop in his tracks and stare. She was completely different than any girl he had ever seen. She had dyed hair, a mixture of blues and some white. Her makeup was fierce and bold. Her skin was painted white and her eyes and lips coated in black. She was gorgeous and gothic. She was so different but a good different.

Her nose was pierced and her face looked sculpted by God himself. Eddie was smitten the second he saw her and it only got worse when she talked to him.

"Dude, why are you staring at my cousin like that?" Dustin asked, they watched as she hugged Dustin's mom.

Eddie couldn't form words, staring as his mouth went dry. Dustin waved a hand in his face but Eddie didn't even blink. All he could feel was his heart racing and his palms getting sweaty.

"Hey Dusty," she said as she walked over. Her ring-covered hand messed with his hair. Then her attention moved to Eddie.

"Who's this?" she asked. Eddie gulped as her eyes settled on him. She was even more perfect up close. She looked him up and down, a small suggestive smile on her face. She made Eddie squirm but he liked it.

"This is Eddie, he's the master in Hellfire!" Dustin said, "He usually never shuts up so no idea what his problem- OW"

Y/N laughed to herself as Eddie gave Dustin a hard elbow to the chest.

"Well Eddie, my name is Y/N," she placed out her hand. Eddie admired her dark nails and clunky rings. He smiled as he shook her hand, his rings clicking against hers.

~~~

Eddie would like to say it only took him a few days to get a date with her, but it took him a whole month to get the sentence out. And then another month to ask her to be his girlfriend.

He wouldn't admit it, but he sobbed the day he dropped her off back to college. He cursed himself for not graduating when he should have because he would have followed her to any school. But they refused to break up. It was stronger than a summer fling.

Eddie was a lovesick puppy when it came to her. He wrote letters, wrote her songs, wrote poems, and always mailed some type of gift. She always wrote him back and he had a dresser filled with things she sent him.

The first holiday break was coming up and it was all Eddie could talk about.

"We get it, your girlfriend is coming," Mike groaned into his hands. The rest of the lunch table sighed as Eddie went on another rant about the things he had planned for when Y/N came into town.

"Don't forget she is coming to visit family, not just you," Dustin said as he rolled his eyes. He liked that Eddie and Y/N were together, but Eddie didn't know how to share.

"Yeah yeah" Eddie shrugged him off

~

"SHE'S HERE!"

Dustin and Eddie raced to the front door, shoving each other out of the way.

"She's my cousin!" Dustin argued

"She's my girlfriend!" Eddie fought back

~~~

It was clear Eddie was in love and that he would do anything for Y/N.

"Shit, I forgot to grab extra butter" Y/N groaned as she took her seat. The previews for movies were playing on the big screen as Eddie stood up.

"I'll get it, baby," he said without missing a second. He leaned down and pecked her lips, waiting patiently as she wiped off her black lipstick off his lips.

Then he bounced out of the theater to go get her butter

~

"Can you believe her boyfriend said that?" Y/N ranted, Eddie sat on her dorm bed as she complained about her roommate's boyfriend.

"What a dick!" Eddie said, he didn't think what the boyfriend said was a big deal but he wouldn't tell her that.

"Exactly! So will you tell him that?" Y/N asked as she placed her hand on her hip

Eddie gulped but stood up, "I got you, baby"

~

"Eddie, can you grab that can next to your foot?" Dustin asked, it was movie night at his house and Eddie and Y/N joined him. Except they spent the whole time making out.

"Kinda busy here," Eddie hissed as he pulled away, then placed his lips back on hers.

Y/N pulled away and handed Dustin the can. Dustin thanked her as he glared at Eddie. But his focus was only on her, his dopey eyes staring at her.

"I want popcorn, do you guys want any?" Dustin asked as he stretched out his legs and set his can back down

"No," Eddie said, leaning in to kiss Y/N again but she placed her finger on his lips.

"I kinda do," she whispered

"On it," Eddie said, standing up as fast as he could, his foot smacking Dustin's can and spilling it all over the floor. But he walked past it and headed into the kitchen

"EDDIE! COME ON!" Dustin yelled

~~~

Before he knew it, they were together for years. They both finished school and got a small apartment. On their days off they stayed tangled up in bed together.

"I love you," Eddie whispered as he pecked her lips

"I love you too," she said as she kissed him back, her hand on his cheek. He smiled as he felt the cold new ring on her left hand.

He gently grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckle. Then he kissed the new engagement ring he placed on her finger last night.

"I can't wait to marry you"

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.ೃ࿐𝐖𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 » S.H

.ೃ࿐ PAIRING– Steve Harrington X fem!reader

.ೃ࿐WARNINGS– enemies to “lovers”, name calling, slight degradation, choking, finger stuff, nicknames, sexual acts in a public setting, sweaty men mention 18+

.ೃ࿐A/N – uhmmmmm first writing on this account, I've written on here before but wanted to start something new, request if you would like, I'm in a writing mood anddd lmk who else I should write for. Enjoyyyyyy mwah.

Steve Harrington is a pain in the ass

For 1,248 days he has done nothing but torment you, say slick shit behind your back, to your face, and on your fucking locker, how childish!

But for 1,248 days you've done nothing but fight back, called his phone and told him he won a life supply of Farrah Faucet spray (which he didn't) and you dropped off an empty pizza box to his house. Two ways to break a mans heart.

You hated Steve and Steve hated you that as that. It will always be that. Right?

There were twenty minutes until the last basketball game of the season, the last basketball game of Steve's entire high school career before he went off and graduated, doing who knows what after. He was gonna miss his friends, his status, how your legs looked in those knee high socks you always wore—Steve shook his head, fuck, he couldn't go in the game with a hard-on, he splashed cold water on his face, trying to remove the thought of you, you you you

You groaned as Nancy dragged you into the gym—hundreds of your peers crowding the bleachers, she continued to tug on your arm despite your protest, “Nancy, this is so fucking stupid, I don't want to see a bunch of guys running and sweating everywhere” you whined

Nancy gasped, “Are you insane?! Who doesn't want to see sweaty guys running around” she giggled and finally she pulled you into a seat

You can't believe you were here, you don't do basketball games you don't do school sports, especially if those sports consist of a big haired boy with an inflating ego

Just as the game was gonna start there was a commotion behind you, six smaller heads rushing into the seat, Nancy turned around to see her brother and his friends sitting content on the wooden bleachers “Mike! What the hell are you doing here?”

The boy in question scoffed, rolling his eyes, “We came to watch the game Nancy, don't flatter yourself”

You muffled your laughs with your hand as the siblings continued to squabble but soon after an obnoxious buzz interrupted the moment and Hawkins High's very own basketball team ran out to the court

Sighing, you prepared to be in your own personal hell for the next two hours

...

The game got fairly interesting, score coming down to 12-10 by the second quarter. You've made eye contact with Steve a few times each time ending with a sneer, you were mad, mad at yourself for eying Steve's arms as they flexed, the sweat on his skin shining under the reflection of the gym lights

The buzzer did what it does best and buzzed, signaling half time, you rolled your eyes and tapped on Nancy's shoulder, “Hey, I'm gonna go use the bathroom”

she nodded at you, giving you a thumbs up before you slipped out the bleachers, various bodies crowding the hallway, you just made your way to the restroom when you saw a big line forming out the door and along the bricked walls a sigh rolled through your lips before you eyed your surroundings until you you spotted the staff bathroom

scanning your eyes through the crowd, you slipped into the secluded restroom, quickly hopping from foot to foot until you reached the stall, you actually had to piss really bad and you wanted to grab a snack

quickly pulling down your skirt as you hovered over the toilet, finally getting the relief you needed, better than a fucking orgasm

Suddenly the bathroom handle started to jerk, nearly making you fall into the the toilet. Nervously you looked around realizing an actual staff member could come in, there was one stall. You were Fucked.

instinctively you deepened your voice, calling out “Uhm, occupied!”

that's when you heard a deep chuckle that came from a man causing you to panic a bit more—you yanked the skirt back over your hips, was your adult voice slightly convincing? Hell no

You decided to peek through the crack, trying to see how bad the damage would be when you glimpsed at a pair of slender legs clad in miniscule shorts, the ones the basketball team wore, you rolled your eyes realizing who the legs belonged to, “Fuckin' hell, Steven”

you let out a sigh, one you didn't know you've been holding in, you nimbly unlatched the stall lock, not paying attention to the smug boy who pushed himself off the wall, following you to the sink

“I'm honored you recognize me so easily sweetheart, truly”

You scoffed at his faux sincerity “Yeah well, your smell was telltale sign”

“I smell wonderous, thank you very much” Harrington bought his hand up to his chest faking offense once again

“Why the fuck are you here!?” your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced at him through the mirror

Truth be told he didn't know why he was here. He may or may not have seen you slip into the bathroom over the crowd, he can accidentally always notice when you would walk into, and out of a room, even if it was filled with tons of people

“The real question is what are you doing here?” he crossed his arms, leaning on the sink next to you, watching the warm water cascade through your fingers

“I was obviously taking a piss before you came prancing in here with t-those, booty shorts!”

Steve practically shrieked an amused, yet bewildered look on his face as he stared a you “you wish I was in booty shorts!”

you scoffed, the rough paper towel scratching at your hand as you murmured “slut”

Steve audibly gasped—the nerve of you

“you're one to talk”

“I know you're not calling me a slut–spell it!”

You don't know how but suddenly Steve's chest was pressed against yours as your back was pushed into the sink, the both of your breathing got heavier as his brown eyes gazed into yours

That's when he attached his lips to yours and brought you into a heated kiss, his tongue slipping through the small opening of your lips causing you to snap back into reality and push at Steve's chest

“You're a fucking asshole”

He pulled you to his lips again, his hold on your jaw never faltering, his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, collecting the remainder of your chapstick from the plump skin, right before he pulled away, “Don't think I never notice the way you check me out huh?”

His voice, laced in lust, causing you to squeeze your thighs together, attempting to relive the ache between your legs “you're delusional”

Steve brought his hand up to your neck, you attempted to keep an unfaltering composure as he applied slight pressure, but your eyes betrayed you as they began to roll back

He let out a light chuckle “So if I were to reach into your panties right now, you wouldn't be soaking wet?”

You frantically shook your head, not trusting yourself to utter a single word

Steve lifted your skirt and flowingly slipped two fingers into your undergarments, swiping through your folds and collecting your wetness in the process

Fuck you bitch you mentally spoke to your pussy

The pads of his fingers began to circle your clit and his grip on your neck got tighter, the sound of your slick and moans caused Steve's dick to stir in his pants

“You know you never were a good liar sweetheart” he rasped into your ear, pushing his middle finger inside of you while his thumb continued to rub circles on your bud

“M-more, please Steve I need more” your legs started to grow weak as his fingers reached deep parts of you that you've never even touched before

He easily slipped his pointer in next and began to make rapid movements in your pussy

“ Yeah? And you called me the slut earlier, yet look at you,” The sensation he caused in between your legs and the pressure he applied to your throat made you dizzy “Tell me who the real slut is baby, hmm?”

Your wetness coated your thighs as you felt Steve's hard on nudge your leg, you wish you were able to focus so you could pull it out right then and there and have his cum coat multiple parts of your body

“Fuck! I'm the slut baby, I'm the slut”

Damn it.

A smug look danced on his face as your low eyes bet his “Atta girl, I bet that's what the school would think too if they knew you were begging for little ole me”

Steve curled his fingers inside you and sped the movement on your clit up, the knot in your stomach tightened as he continued to whisper dirty words in your ear

“Yeah baby cum alll on my fingers, there you go”

“I can cum from just hearing your sweet sounds”

“You feel what you do to me?”

“Let everyone who's slut you are, go ahead”

“Fuck Steve, I'm cumming” your tongue started to go numb as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your pussy clenched around his fingers causing his movements to still

You snapped back to reality, your breathing heavy as Steve removed his fingers from you, you feeling significantly empty compared to when he was deep inside you, you watched as he licked his fingers clean of your wetness, a moan leaving his lips as he sucked on the tips of his fingers

“Wow”

You rolled your eyes straightening your skirt as you tried to steady yourself on your feet, still trying to catch your breath, you ignored Steve's eyes on you

“Knew some day I'd have begging for me sweetheart”

You huffed, “Don't you have a game to get to Steven?”

Steve's eyes widen as he stood up straight “Oh shit!”

[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Reader - The Double Date Part 1/2

Part 2

Reader unwillingly joins her best friend on a double date with Andy Robertson and Dominik Szoboszlai.

Enjoy!

"Hurry Y/N, we're gonna be late!"

"Yeah, late for a double date at an arcade. How will I recover?"

"Ha ha, very funny. Just pipe down on the sarcasm when we meet up with the guys. Believe it or not, but I really like this one."

"Anything for my bestie."

You were surprised. Crashing a date was not included in your plans this friday evening. But apparently, your best friend, Lexi, met some guy at a football game a couple of weeks ago, and the two of them have been texting ever since. However, when it came around for them to meet, Lexi kept putting off the date for no reason. Your offer to chaperone was the only thing standing in her way of chickening out again.

"So....what do you want me to do exactly, linger in the background the entire date?"

"No, that would be creepy. It's a double date Y/N, ergo two guys and two girls."

"But I have a boyfriend."

Lexi laughed. "Please, Y/N. If you call your situationship with Mike a healthy relationship, I don't wanna know what you think I toxic one is."

"Hey, Mike is not toxic. He's a great guy, soon to be a doctor, actually. It's the only reason he's been so cold to me lately. He's stressed about school."

Lexi slowed down the strides of her heels, matching your pace. She did so, grabbing your hand. "I know Mike's a good guy, Y/N. But you two together....I don't know."

"What?"

"I mean, is he really your type? You're the total opposite. He's so sophisticated and fancy, and you are....well, you are....."

"Yes?"

"You're cool, Y/N." She blurred out. "You're cool and fun to be around. Mike, on the other hand, is so uptight. And he said my shoes were cheap."

You rolled your eyes. "I see you're still on about that."

"Cheap Y/N. He called my Saint Laurent that I spend two months' salary on, cheap. CHEAP! Just because I bought a pair from last season."

"Okay, okay. I admit that sometimes he can be a bit blunt and snobby. But he is definitely my type."

"You mean rich?"

"Yes, rich. I like 'em rich."

The two of you laughed all the way to the arcade. You arrived about ten minutes late and had to search for the guys who were already inside. You prayed that your date was at least cute.

"There they are!" Lexi pointed to the punshing bag machine surrounded by two guys, one of them getting ready to take a swing.

"Andy!" Lexi waved.

The guy standing by, holding a drink, turned around and met the two of you with the broadest smile. "Lexi, you made it!"

"No way." You chuckled.

"Be nice." She muttered.

The guy approached you and went straight in for a hug, even you got a hug.

"You ladies look gorgeous. Let me buy you drink."

"That's so sweet Andy, thank you."

You struggled to hold it in. Lexi gave you a stern look to hold it until her date had made it to the bar. She then gave you thirty seconds to burst out in laughter, gagging like you've never gagged before.

"Yes, yes, very funny. Are you done now?"

"Andy Robertson." You laughed, holding your stomach. "How on earth did you bag Andy, Robo, Robertson?"

It wasn't much dating a Liverpool player that tickled your soul. Lexi was gorgeous and well connected through her father's financial successes. A lot of famous men have been interested in dating her, including several professional athletes. But to throw Andy, Robo, Robertson, a bone  out of all those men, was simply outrageous to you. And quite hysterical.

"Will you stop it." She whispered.

"But...."

"And no mentioning of our nickname for him."

"Why?"

"Erm....because it's racist?"

"Lexi." You stopped and stared at her. "Calling someone, Groundkeeper Robo Robertson, is not racist."

"If you're Scottish it is."

"It's just a character from The Simpsons. Who doesn't like The Simpsons?"

Just then, Andy was seen returning from the bar. "I see you two ladies haven't met my friend yet. Come, let me introduce ya!"

You were quick to wipe your tears while Lexi's date took you to your table. It was right next to the punshing bag machine where a man stood clenching his sore knuckles.

"Dom, meet the girls. Girls meet my friend Dominik."

Again, no way, you thought. It was Dominik Szoboszlai, as cute as ever, dressed for a casual night out with....well, you.

"Hi." He smiled and shook your hands.

"This is the girl I was talking about." Andy said, and proudly but respectfully draped an arm around Lexi's shoulder. "This is her friend..."

"Y/N." You smiled.

Dominik looked you up and down, a flash of something curious in his eyes. But then, just like that, it disappeared.

"How about some games?" Andy suggested. "Since we're all here now."

"Yay!" Lexi cheered but ended up sucking at every game you played. You weren't doing very well yourself, but that was only because your opponent, Dominik, played against you as if his life dependended on it.

"Fuck, my nail!" You winced as his shot during Air Hockey ended up breaking the tip.

"Sorry." He shrugged. His attitude was quite shitty throughout the whole night.

"I'm going to the bathroom." You said, grabbing your purse.

"I'll come with you." Lexi offered, perhaps aware of your newfound mood.

"So...how are thinks going with Dominik, he's cute right?"

"He's a dickhead." You turned to the bathroom mirror, applying more gloss to your lips.

"Is he?"

"Yes. I wanna leave."

"But Y/N, you promised..."

"Honestly, Lexi, I don't see why I had to come along in the first place. Robo— I mean Andy... seems like a genuinely nice guy. I'm still curious about how you met him at the Liverpool game with your dad. Wasn't he on the pitch, playing?"

"It was after the game." She sighed. "And yes, he is really nice. The only problem, I guess, is all the songs we've made up about him."

"Right, the songs."

You had made-up songs about most players in Liverpool. As fans, you and Lexi loved doing it. It was sort of your thing. People on TilTik loved you for it.

"Yeah. Andy and I had a laugh about it, but now I just feel sort of guilty for the one we made about him and Groundkeeper Wille."

"Well, if he thinks it's funny I don't really see the problem."

"I guess you're right."

"I am. Now, get back to your date while I find a way out through the back."

"You're not ditching me, are you?"

"Of course I am. I just told you that Dominik Szoboszlai is a dickhead." Which was a shame since he was undoubtedly attractive.

"Please stay." Lexi pleaded. "I'll pay you."

You laughed. "Fine, but I'm not playing anymore games."

"Deal!"

The two of you walked out of the ladies' bathroom and back to your table. The guys were still there. However, the two of them looked ready to leave.

"Heya..., do you ladies, maybe fancy going elsewhere?" Andy said in his lovely Scottish accent.

"Why, are you bored of us?" Lexi said, angst in her voice.

Andy chuckled. "I was thinking the opposite. The two of you look so beautiful tonight. It's too beautiful for a place like this."

"Oh, Andy." Lexi hooked her arm with his. "We don't mind playing more games. Right Y/N?"

"Right....." You glanced over to Dominik, who stood with his eyes glued to his phone. He was texting someone. Probably a girl that he found more entertaining than you.

"It's no worries, really. Andy said. "Dominik actually knows the owner of the best rooftop bar in Liverpool."

"Gallaways?" You perked up.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Dominik frowned, his eyes on you and not his phone.

You shrugged cooly. "I've heard about it. My boyfriend says it's okay."

"Boyfriend?"

He seemed surprised.

"Yes, boyfriend. Maybe I should give him a call and see if he can help us get—"

"We're in." Dominik said, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "My friend has a table waiting for us."

"How fun." Lexi squealed. "Doesn't that sound fun Y/N?"

"Yes, delightful."

Dominik was watching you in the same way you watched him, quite spitful. It was lucky you were going to another bar. If you were going to make it through this double date, you were going to need something stronger to drink than beer. Much stronger.

Part 2

[lucystark12]

it’s time to face it here.

there’s no way byler isn’t real.

like are we actually fucking kidding?

i don’t even know why it is that we as a collective do so many analyses of things like b roll or outfits or song choices when byler is the most obvious and inevitable thing to happen in the history of television. literally all three of these characters arcs would be finished if byler were endgame. throughout the entire show, el has been a vessel for somebody else and their agenda, starting from when she was literally raised in a LAB. the fact that some of these mileven shippers who claim to love her don’t realize that the BEST POSSIBLE thing for her is to come into her own and find independence where she isn’t being controlled by somebody else or tied down by somebody else is absolutely ridiculous. that’s the entire point of her character!! the entire point of mike’s character since the second he was first bullied by troy was that he isn’t meant to be a conformist. he’s supposed to stand for what he believes in and be proud of his own identity. in dating el, he was quite literally suppressing his own identity. will is a character who was picked by vecna in season one because of the lack of practical love in his life. his father was absuive and he is constantly bullied at school. he’s the shy one in the party who gets overshadowed by dustin, lucas, and mike’s loud personalities in most of the scenes they have together. vecna targets him because he assumes that he will be an easy target who’s own insecurity will end up being the death of his morality. this is the same will who is only able to be broken out of a trance by mike’s monologue to him, proof of the fact that there is love in his life and people who care about him. will has spent the whole show going back and forth from madness. the only logical ending for him is the manifestation of this love that he has lacked his whole life, that of the one from mike. true, unadulterated devotion. it will be the thing to restore his full sanity and the person he was before all of the strange things went on because love is what keeps will tied to his morality. i fully believe that had i not been eight years old i probably would’ve been able to put this together the second we saw el run away and mike go on about “the best thing i’ve ever done” in season two. i truly believe that all of you milevens would be on board with this if will were a girl. get a grip.

to conclude: milevens are all fifteen year olds and not cool ones like me, they’re the kind who probably thought the great gatsby was a cool vintage romance novel 🤗

[cementcornfield]

some '23 rookies + mike lore under the cut because my lovely friend casey made the terrible decision of asking me about their lore and i did all this whoops

ok so. here’s what i’ve got for you (the lore or at least my knowledge of it isn’t as deep as joe’marr but like, what is.) so obviously as the name implies, chase, charlie, and yoshi (Andrei whose last name gets consistently mispronounced to sound kind of like yoshi and the nickname has stuck) were drafted in 2023. charlie was drafted as a 4th round WR and yoshi as a 6th round WR from PRINCETON. this is interesting in itself because a lot of people were like….why on earth are the bengals drafting two wide receivers and honestly valid point lol. but are we drafting to build a solid football team OR are we drafting to craft beautiful romantic narratives?? rare bengals FO W!

anyway, it’s also interesting because charlie (nicknamed chuck sizzle lmao) had a great reputation as a WR at purdue and once he was drafted in the 4th, yoshi was like :( :( i guess that means i’m not going to the bengals. (he also thought he’d be drafted much earlier lol but while his stats were good, the fact that he was in the ivy league and they don’t play Real Football there worked against him, also he was a Huge Track Star in college too and could have been in the Olympics. and i guess some teams thought that meant he wasn't as committed to football). and ironically, he’s turned out to be much better and more reliable than charlie! (who just can’t seem to stay on the field cuz of injuries, but when he IS on the field he’s a great punt returner!) despite all that, they were very fast friends and definitely became close first. 

chase brown has a sad tragic backstory that the nfl loved talking about in the lead up to the ’23 draft. he’s a twin (his brother plays defense/special teams on the eagles! already got a ring!!) and they grew up in canada with a single mother who could very rarely make ends meet for them. but, the twins got Discovered in high school and were sent off to some fancy football high school in florida i think, where they stayed with a very Stable God Loving Football Loving Family who they think of as their second parents :’) so much so that chase actually almost didn’t pursue football in college! and went to a school that wasn’t great at football but was good at….airplane pilot training? i guess the dad of this family was a pilot and chase wanted to be just like him 🥹 (we loveeeee a Father Figure Complex). so because sydney (his twin) wasn’t Crazy, he immediately went to illinois where there’s an actual good football program. and eventually chase realized that the whole pilot school thing wasn’t actually for him and was like okay wait football right let me do that, and joined sydney at illinois where they could be teammates again <3 <3 and they were both very successful!

i believe sydney ended up getting drafted a few rounds earlier than him, which was obviously sad, but then if you watch the video of zac drafting chase they have a very touching moment :’) chase i think took a little longer to be part of charlie and yoshi’s early bff-ness just because they were in different position groups and also he got hurt for a good bit of his rookie year and i don’t think was around QUITE as much. (and his twin also seems to be a distant part of the group, he and chase talk on the phone almost every day! they tried to stop in the lead up to the bengals - eagles game this season but it was too hard 😔) 

but anyways, those three became Very Very Good friends and all lived in the same building (although i think chase may have moved because he had a kid a month ago….) and all their girlfriends are besties too and they basically hang out alllll the time. last offseason, chase and yoshi (but not charlie 😔) went to atlanta together to train with a coach that helped both of them with receiving (because zac told them they both needed to work on that lol, you’d think yoshi wouldn’t as much as chase but! princeton!) and there was lots of social media of them working out together and then drinking and partying together, and they’re doing that this offseason too! (although this time chase brought his gf and kid, so perhaps slightly less partying will occur. but more uncle time!) 

then in ’24 we signed mike g as a free agent, who basically had been tossed around the league for most of his career :( he was drafted by the dolphins and did alright there, but then got franchise tagged and not utilized particularly well. he signed with the patriots and also wasn’t used well there! so luckily for us, the rest of the league didn’t really believe in him and we got him for cheap (ideal bengals signing lol). some notable Lore here: mike was apparently part of the “Burrow Bowl” which was a game late in the 2019 season between the bengals and dolphins, where the loser would be in position to draft Joe, who was already the most likely first pick of the draft. and mike scored two TDs that game! helping the dolphins get a win (but really, a loss, thanks mike!!!) mike also went viral one time on the dolphins for doing an absolutely Terrible Griddy to the point that ja’marr had to comment on it on twitter laughing at him <3 and that’s since become a bit of a joke between them <3 (they did a lovely griddy together this year after one of mike’s TDs where ja’marr could barely do it he was laughing so hard lol). anyway! that’s mike, he’s a tall, goofy, lovable guy (who also, according to one anonymous reddit user, has a HUGE dick and apparently such a high stamina that one of the girls he hooked up with in college had to use an ice pack the next day 🥲 which has led some of us to believe that maybe that’s why he needs to have multiple partners. for everyone’s sake 🥲)

mike really found his groove on the bengals, like many a TE before him (this next season is actually going to be the first year joe has had the same TE two years in a row! normally they do so well with him that they price themselves out of the bengals range lol but i guess mike wanted to stay! for his boyfriends???) and also instantly clicked with the ’23 rookies, which is funny because he’s definitely older than them but 100% has the exact same sense of humor. they are always together in every social media video put out by the bengals (and also were shown watching games together at each others' places during hard knocks). they are also CONSTANTLY commenting weird shit on each others posts on instagram (please just look through them or go through my tags for them lol and see). the rest of the team has obviously noticed this and the social media people made them a photoshopped picture of the four of them together in the Step Brothers pose that yoshi has since hung in his apartment <3 which is adorable. 

but okay oh man this got long and is probably way more than you wanted. again i recommend looking through my tags for them and enjoying all their goofy shit :’) mike getting the extension just worked out so well for them to have many more Moments together and i’m soooo excited about that (if nothing else in the upcoming season at this point lol). 

[whatthescallop42]

a list of my favorite spy school funny moments/quotes

- “What the heck are powdered nutgalls?” Chip asked. “It’s what you get after riding a horse at high speed for an hour,” Mike grumbled, gingerly adjusting the seat of his pants.

- Jemma Emma Dilemma

- “Or Agent Kumquat,” Chip added, and then both of them cracked up.

- Alexander glared at him, still smarting from his insult. “See if I ever buy you campfire treats again.” he said, and then stormed out himself.

- “Not necessarily. I could like them as a friend.” “First of all, you don’t have friends.”

- “Parcheesi?! I loooove Parcheesi.”

- “I lost the arm and the leg, but not the eye.” “Oh, how’d you lose that?” “A bug flew into it.” “Uhh, you don’t lose your eye if a bug flies into it.” “You do if it’s your first day with a hook.😒”

- “Although believe it or not, Nefarious actually got off easy. According to his file, his folks named his little sister Placenta.”

- “If there’s one thing I know, it’s women.” Murray exclaimed.

- Now that he had transformed into Hot Murray,

- “How good is your vision?” Mike asked. “It’s off the charts,” Erica replied. “I eat a lot of carrots.”

- “Supposedly the guy was a big jerk, and the peasants all rose up against him and burned him alive, and now his ghost roams the property, looking for a… fire extinguisher or something like that.”

- He was at the base of an extremely tall elm tree, speaking into a radio microphone and seeming far more lucid than usual—although the moment he saw Chip and Jawa, he went right back into his doddering act. “Skip and Yaya!”

- “Dad, I’m going to need you to act like you have no idea what’s going on.” “What?” Alexander asked, confused. “I don’t understand.”

- “Wow! Our pool at spy school didn’t have water slides.” “Really? What did it have?” “Bacterial contamination.😕”

- “So, this girlfriend of Mike’s…is he super into her, or just kind of into her?” “He’s mentioned marriage. 🙂”

- “I think plenty!” The principal said defensively. “My mind is a constant whirlwind of thinkery!”

- “Erica!” Alexander gasped, mortified this had happened in front of so many people. “We do not spit on our grandfathers in this family!”

- Paul Lee leaned close to me and whispered, “Has he uh..uh…had some sort of, um, brain injury?” “No.” I replied. “This is how he was born, I think.”

- “Erica! You’re driving on the wrong side of the street!” “I’m not driving on the wrong side.🙄” Erica argued, gunning the engine. “They are!”

- Chip pegged him in the face with another pair of boxers. “Warren, stop playing with my underwear, you pervert.”

- “Now? Here?” “National security is at stake.” “It was at stake this morning when I was having waffles in the cafeteria. We couldn’t have discussed this then??”

- “All these men are itching for a fight. And since I’m the alpha male here, they’re going to come for me first!” Alexander said. “The alpha male.?🤨” Catherine asked, amused. “Yes! It won’t look good for them to attack women or children, so they’ll attack me first!” “And me.” Murray seconded nervously. “I’m definitely the beta male here!”

- “Neither does Jawa. Why aren’t you suspicious of him?” “Jawa’s a freak of nature. You’re just a freak.”

- “Hey! Where’s my breakfast?” The woman socked him in the face. Murray reeled backward. “Okay! No tip for you!” He said, then collapsed on the floor, unconscious.

- I quickly replaced the skull and wiped my hand on my shirt. “This is sooo not how I wanted to spend my first day in Paris.” OKAY DRAMA QUEEN?

- “West Virginia?” Claire Hutchins called from a few rows up. “I thought that was all strip mines and inbred hillbillies.” “You heard wrong.” Chip shot back. “As you can see, there’s plenty of wilderness here. And the locals are far less inbred than the royal family.”

- “Do you not care one wit for your country?” “No! I care many wits for my country!”

- “What have you done?!” He screamed at us. “What have you done?!” “Well, it’s obvious,” I said. “We’ve blown up a rebel minivan.”

- Murray sighed. “I know you’ve got issues with Ben because he turned you into half the man you used to be.” (About Joshua)

- “Talk about being heavily armed.” Mike said. (Also about Joshua)

[runninguplenorahills]

I have risen from the dead to tell you that there’s this guy who I went to school with who is just now watching Stranger Things for the first time ever, and I know this because I still follow him on instagram and he’s posting reviews on there. He recently posted his review of the first season and I started a conversation. I don’t think Stranger Things is really his cup of tea though so our chat was pretty shallow. He was nice though and seemed like he was genuinely interested in what I was telling him. However, he’s posted his review of the second season today and amongst other things he said that El’s story with Kali was unnecessary, and that Mike’s attitude towards Max didn’t make sense “given his characterization in season one”. So, I started another conversation, kindly telling him that “hey, I can explain to you why Mike’s attitude towards Max makes sense if you want me to” to which he then replied: “Yeah sure. Tell me why it makes sense and then I’ll explain to you why it doesn’t 😂” … ?!?!?!?

I then asked him to tell me why exactly he doesn’t think it makes sense, and I’m still waiting for a reply, but this entire conversation made me think of a friend I have (one of the few that actually watch stranger things) who has only watched every ST season once (maybe twice) and doesn’t engage with the show/characters outside of watching, who had a similar attitude towards me when we were discussing s4 a few months after it was released. Who could’ve guessed, we were talking about Mike, and she’s an avid Mike hater (because of course she is) and tried to convince me that she knows him way better than I do and that he’s definitely homophobic.

And I honestly just love how those two provide such a stark contrast to this guy who’s a friend of one my friends, who considers himself a Stranger Things fan and was able to talk to me about the show on a deeper level than the surface. He actually started the deepening of the conversation by expressing that “Mike isn’t one of my favorites, I just can’t really wrap my head around him. I know there’s this theory that he’s gay but I honestly don’t believe it”, and you know that was my cue! I told him that I was a strong supporter of that theory and I pulled out some of the evidence and he was immediately hooked! Maybe not directly convinced (to this day I’m not sure if he is) but the way he was still mind blown by the evidence I provided showed that he knows and has a lot of appreciation for the weight of dialogue and character wardrobe and set design. Not once was he unaware of what I was referring to when I talked about certain scenes etc. while my friend who thinks Mike is homophobic has zero to no recollection of what scenes there were in the first to third season and that guy who’s posting reviews on his story is missing two entire seasons of valuable information in making these judgements.

Anyway, I’ll post an update later on what insta-guy replies to why he thinks Mike’s attitude towards Max in s2 doesn’t make sense 🫡

[temptingfatetakingnames]

The weeks passed slowly for Eddie, and he was starting to lose it. He felt antsy, his natural chaotic energy having to be contained as much as possible so he didn’t tear out his stitches… Again. So, it was with great relief that the powers that be finally decided he was well enough to finish recovering at home. Or at least to whatever trailer the government had seen fit to replace his actual home with. Wayne said it was great, new and updated and bigger than the one Vecna had destroyed. He wouldn’t have most of his shit, but Wayne and the kids had done a good job of replacing a lot of what he had lost. He had a second-hand cassette player and a bunch of tapes, a thrifted copy of The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings, and clothes that Robin had snagged from the school. The most important thing – his sweetheart – had been salvaged. He couldn’t wait to start playing again. He had written some pretty sick lyrics that he was excited to put music to.

Wayne finishing packing his bag just as a nurse came in with a wheelchair. He settled himself in and she pushed him out into the hall, Wayne trailing behind. He had her stop as they passed Max’s room. Steve was visiting. Steve was always visiting, never leaving either of them alone for too long. He noticed they were holding hands, which was weird because usually Max freaked out if anyone tried to touch her. Eddie was still constantly surprised by how good Steve was with the kids. How different he was with each of them based off their personalities and needs. Playful with Dustin, sincere with El, firm with Mike, soft with Max, heartfelt with Will, mentoring to Lucas. He understood people, saw them and what they needed. Eddie could never have imagined how much Steve gave of himself to the people he loved. Eddie wondered what Steve would give him, if he ever reached the level of friendship Steve had with the kids. And the thought sent a wave of longing so intense through Eddie that he was glad he was sitting down because his legs went weak with it.

“Heading out, Munson?” Steve asked, getting up and walking over to them.

“Yup! This place has had enough of my charms and they’re kicking me out.” Eddie shrugged and tried to steady his racing heart.

“You were a terrible patient, I don’t blame them at all!”

“I was a model patient, Harrington! I thought we were friends, how dare you take their side?” Eddie asked with feigned disgruntlement.

“How many times did you pull out your stitches, Munson?” Steve asked and folded his arms across his chest.

Steve had him there. He had pulled his stitches a few times trying to do things he shouldn’t, like play his guitar or - heaven forbid - go to the bathroom by himself!

“I can’t believe you’re going to leave me all alone here,” Max said from the bed. They had hung out a lot over the last few weeks, bonding over terrible wounds and angry music.

“Don’t worry Red, I’ll be back to visit. I would never leave you to the not-so-gentle mercies of the sadistic needle wielding nurses of Hawkins Memorial.”

Max smiled a little at the description. Eddie was ecstatic he could elicit even a small bit of happiness out of her.

“Onward, mighty stead!” Eddie pointed down the hall as the nurse sighed behind him. The staff were truly over his shit.

“Before you go, I wanted to give you this,” Steve said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. He handed it to Eddie. It had his number written on it.

“Call if you need anything, any time. I mean it.”

“Oh, you’re making a huge mistake giving me this Big Boy, prepare yourself for a lot of prank calls.” Eddie grinned up at him.

Steve went to grab the paper out his hands, but Eddie shoved it in his mouth to keep it away from him and mumbled, “kidding, kidding!”

Steve laughed and shook his head.

“Get outta here, Munson!”

[queenofbaws]

top 5 favourite until dawn characters to WRITE vs top 5 favourite until dawn characters in general (if it's different)

it is such an important distinction med, and i thank you endlessly for letting me get into it 😏

WRITING

1. flamethrower guy/the stranger/jack: this one likely shocks no one. there's just. a joy. that comes with writing an unhinged, monster-hunting hermit. he kicks doors open. he lives in a burnt out hospital full of Creatures. he's larry fessenden. he's alive in canon for roughly 5 minutes. he's the light of my life. 2. mike: probably slightly more of a surprise because i don't write him OFTEN, but i love writing mike. lovelovelove writing him. mostly because, of the ud kids, i think he's the character who talks...the most...like i do irl??? similar speech patterns, i mean - same tendency to just. say things. that do not make sense. or things that did not need to be said. 3. EMILY: again, probably a surprise because i don't write her much, but my GOD there is a freedom to writing in emily's voice asldkfjdskf she's smart. she's mean. she always has at least three insults locked and loaded in the chamber. she's also the only character in the franchise to say "understand the palm of my hand, bitch." she contains multitudes. 4. dr. hill: gotta be honest here. i went through. a lot. of schooling for psychology. okay. like. however much you think that means? it was like. twice that. and i spent a lot of time - a lot of time - listening to professionals in the field talk in circles and say absolutely batshit things while sagely nodding and giving everyone around them knowing looks, and if i didn't have alan j. hill to channel all that lingering angst into, i might've exploded by now 😫 hehehehehe. i'm only sort of joking. 5. beth: what did supermassive give her? nothing. what does that mean? she can be anything i want, and i don't have to worry over whether or not it sounds believable in canon 😎 lmfao. in much the same way i looove writing jack because we get like. 10 lines and A Vibe from him, beth's a hoot to write for because, like. we know who her siblings are. we have an IDEA of what her home life must've been like...and everything else is up for debate!!!

JUST, LIKE, TO LOOK AT

1. ashley ashley ashley: they could never make me hate you bb. did she handle some things poorly? yes. does she make some questionable decisions? sure. would i give her the world if the opportunity presented itself? of course. look, i just think. she should get to do...whatever she wants. always. as a treat. :)c 2. matt: i am so. intrigued. by matt's whole deal. every second of it. he's a huge part of the prank but he's also hugely sympathetic. he has that incredibly cute moment with ashley right as they get to the lodge but seems pretty chilly (if not downright disinterested in) chris and josh, her best friends. he helps jess through the mines. he holds his own with emily. unless you play him a v certain way, he seems the most interested in smoothing things over between everybody. HE LEAVES. THE FUCKING. HATCHET. AT THE BASE. OF THE FIRE TOWER. i would love to live in his brain for just like...ten minutes. just really figure him out. (i need to write more with him too 😭 he has bewitched me, body and soul) 3. flamethrower guy/the stranger/jack: look. look i'm not subtle. i just. love that weird old man. i just love him so much. if supermassive said 'hey here's a dlc where you go through one (1) calendar day as jack fiddler, it costs $60 and is roughly 1 hour of gameplay,' i'd fold immediately. idk why. 4. josh: there is no one - NO ONE - in this, or any other, game who's so willing to commit so fully to the bit. my man had BLUEPRINTS. my guy had DEAD PIGS. bro sourced knockout gas and fake newspapers and real blood and made voice recordings and an alter ego and rigGED HIS WHOLE FAMILY'S VACATION HOME WITH BOOBY TRAPS, THREW A PARTY ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS SISTERS' SUPPOSED DEATHS, AND EVERYONE STILL FUCKING SHOWED UP. say whatever else you want about him, josh had SOMETHING figured out, man. 5. jess: again. did she make some questionable decisions? sure. do i agree with everything she did? no. but after everything she goes through, after all the tragedy and agony and terror she is put through, this girl still has the wherewithal to grab a shovel and beam a guy in the head with it, and you know what? i respect that 🙏🏻 plus she wore hiphuggers to a party on a mountain in alberta in the dead of winter, and i just want to study her under a microscope.

[codergalsblog]

A random thought/headcannon i had

First of all, wassup. It's been a while since i posted, but I'm back, and I'm all good, lol.

Second of all, i had a random headcannon about Michael's friends(the fnaf 4 bullies): The three of them became the animatronics from the glamrocks but in a different way. A more brutal way....

In order:

Mark - Roxanne Wolf: William wanted more remnant, and since he was dealing with the loss of his two youngest, he was coping with burying himself in his work, and with all the twisted braincells in his twisted mind, he got an idea. Michael's friends were still shaken up by what happened at Fredbears, which left them vulnerable. Mark was taking a walk just a few days after the incident in the woods but got tripped up by a branch and fell down a small cliff, spraining his ankle. As soon as he attempted to stand up, he immediately got an axe thrown right in between his eyes, the force popping and ripping them out instantly as he tumbled back far into sharp, thorny vines, tearing into his skin and getting stuck, making his death slow and painful.

Gabrielle - Glamrock Chica: Her death was mainly on purpose the most because she actually witnessed Charlie's death from afar when she was walking home. Therefore she had a lot of distrust of William and a little for Michael and why she didn't particularly in the prank, not trusting the robots either. Because of this, she sets up a trap for Mr. Afton: Bringing him into an abandoned mine and trapping him under the rubble. It seemed full-proof, but unfortunately, he was much smarter, two steps ahead of her and her being the one to get crushed and smushed underneath the heavy rocks and boulders. It crushed her mouth and throat, damaging her vocal chords, making it harder to scream.

Fredrick - Montgomery "Monty" Gator: Believe it or not, this wasn't his first incident. Just like my original AU, he has really bad anger issues: Got kicked out of his last school for stabbing his principal's eye out and for sending a kid to the hospital. Moved to Hurricane with his mother for a new start and met Michael. He had finally calmed down a bit, but unfortunately, it wouldn't always stay that way, because of a boy named James, a rich boy prick who would constantly pick on Michael and his gang, especially Fredrick. He really loathed James, like just wanted to choke him out badly every chance he got. Between the verbal insults and making them feel miserable, Fred was at his limit, like really at the peak of it. So, one day, James took it a tad bit too far when he ran into him and Michael at a gas station. Mike went in to get some snacks for them and that's when the verbal abuse started up again. Fredrick just said nothing as James just tore into him: "Brute" "Beast" "good-for-nothing savage" "Should be locked in a cage," etc. It was bad to say the least, but he went a bit too far talking about his mother calling her an W-word(don't really wanna say it, lol.) and asking him who she slept with to make him...just so mockingly. Needless to say, that ticked Fred all the way off, so, when James turned his back to walk away...he grabbed a nearby pipe, walked up behind him, and everything else was a blur, but all he saw was red. Just pure, blood red. His hands were moving on their own again. He wasn't in control of himself. His anger. Anger. ANGER..!

After all of that, when Mike came back, all he saw was red everywhere on the concrete, that and Fred standing over James's body with a blank, unconscious stare of surprise but...nothing else. He was horrified, trying to figure out what just happened, what his best friend just did, why he did this! It was all so confusing, but eventually the two had to compromise and do something, so Mike quickly went home to get some trash bags and hide James's body in them. He was panicking so bad while Fredrick was quiet the whole time. They threw the body in the deep lake at the docks and just sat there. Thinking. This was all so much but both said nothing at all to each other. Fredrick went home to change clothes and shower off the blood, yet not the sin he created. When his head finally cleared and he got to process what he did, he just couldn't help but smirk just a tiny bit. It felt...good. Felt relieving to finally let off so much steam. So much rage inside. His anger took over completely and he didn't feel too bad about it.

His death however, was much more brutal. After the incident, he went into the forest to clear his head, having another internal argument with himself, the anger and pacifist in him. But soon enough, his leg got shot at by William and he was chased farther and farther until he got to a cliff, a standstill. At first, William just planned to shot him, but Fredrick kept backing up more and more that by the time he got shot in the stomach, he fell off the cliff, hitting so many rocks on the way down and finally a stalagmite right in his stomach, splitting him in half so, so slowly before hitting the ground hard. The worst part is that he didn't go out that quick, and sat there for a good 7 minutes just completely in shock and immense pain. It happened so fast. Unfortunately, after those 7 minutes, the alligators in the river came by to finish the job...

The type of Remnant Mr. Afton got from these poor kids:

Mark: Remnant of contentment. Yet at the cost of mark losing a lot of his humanity

Gabrielle: Remnant of optimism. At the cost of her happiness and trust

Fredrick: Remnant of pacifism. At the cost of him being eternally full of rage, of anger yet perpetual exhaustion and agony.

Gabrielle actually did die instantly either. Clawed her way out of the rubble and chased mr. Afton relentlessly while trying to scream at him(why glamrock chica is so fast). She beat him with a rock, a broken stick and almost crushed his head before he threw an axe at her, slicing her head clean off.

(P.S. this is just a random headcanon I had for a different au I'm thinking of, not apart of my original AU)

[ashwhowrites]

Enemies to lovers Eddie Munson x Cheerleader! Reader, maybe some months ago Reader was trying to tell Eddie that she liked him, but Eddie was talking with his friends about how he doesn't like cheerleaders and jocks and that made Reader angry at him bc she thought that he liked talking to her (she was his client) so after that Reader started to act cold towards him, and Eddie did the same with her. One day, they got paired together for a Literature project, and they went to Reader's house to work on that but they only spend the afternoon fighting, a day later they went to Eddie's and they were fighting, again, but then they just stayed in silence and started kissing each other and that's when Reader confesses her feelings for Eddie and tells him that's she heard what he said, and he's like I wasn't talking about you, I liked you too, I still like you, and then they have make up sex (if you're comfortable writing that!) and start their relationship

No smut :/ I'm sorry

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Y/N spent as much time thinking about Eddie as she did talking about Eddie. If she ever wanted to hide the fact she liked him, she couldn't. It was written on her face.

Which is why her friends are sick of her doing nothing to make a move. Chrissy was a girly girl herself, she knew Y/N wanted Eddie to make the move. She wanted Eddie to go after her so she felt wanted. But Chrissy also knew Eddie would never ask out a girl he believed to be out of his league.

After weeks and weeks of Y/N's friends pushing her to ask out Eddie, she was ready to do it.

She tried to shake off her nerves. Her fingertips gripped her textbooks tightly as she walked toward Eddie and his group of friends.

She was a few feet away, close enough to hear him but not close enough for anyone to recognize her.

"You asked my opinion and I gave it. I think asking out Rachel is a disgrace to our kind. She's a cheerleader and friends with all those jocks. Is she going to stand up for you when your ass is being kicked? Nah, I don't think so. Because she's a cheerleader and those are heartless shells."

Y/N felt herself freeze at Eddie's words. Any bit of confidence was washed away as his words traveled down the hall. She knew Eddie didn't like the popular crowd, but she thought he moved past it. She thought she was changing that perspective. Is that all he saw her as? A cheerleader?

Before she heard anything more hurtful, she raced right past.

~~~

"Oh yeah? What about Y/N?" Mike snapped back, ever since his breakup with El, he's had his eyes on someone new. And all he wanted was advice and instead, he pissed off Eddie.

"She's different." Eddie shrugged, in his mind there was no comparison between Y/N and any other girl.

"Because she's yours?" Mike argued.

"He wishes!" Dustin laughed.

"No! Because Y/N has shown to be sweet, kind, and accepting with everyone. She's more than just a cheerleader, but I can't say the rest about the team. Mike, you need to understand some girls are only cheerleaders when the outfit is on, find one like that." Eddie said, smacking down on Mike's shoulder.

~~~

Y/N felt too embarrassed to be near Eddie. She didn't know if this whole time he couldn't stand her. They never hung out outside of deals, maybe he only dealt with her because he had to.

She stopped buying from him and went cold turkey. She didn't bother talking to him in the halls, didn't look in his direction, and acted like he didn't exist.

Eddie noticed the cold shoulder immediately, and it hurt. He didn't understand the sudden change of attitude but he also didn't give it a second thought. Maybe she wasn't as good of a person as he thought.

~~~

Over the next few weeks, they didn't speak to each other. Until they got paired together for a school project. Y/N immediately wanted to beg for someone else but the teacher was strict and didn't handle the backtalk well.

It was awkward, and they both hated that feeling. Eddie sat on her floor, her feet dangling off the bed. She read out loud the book, but his mind was elsewhere. Her room was what he thought it would be, and he adored all the framed photos she had. Her room looked just as sweet as he always thought she was.

"If you aren't going to pay attention, I'll just do it myself." She snapped, and the heavy book slammed shut.

Eddie jumped at the noise but recovered quickly. "Sorry, I was just observing your room." He admitted.

"Well don't. Not like you'll ever be in it again anyway." She snapped again. It hurt her a little to say, a small reminder that they weren't friends and they wouldn't hang out like she wished.

"Yeah, got it." He said back, same snappy tone.

"Look you don't get to have an attitude with me!" She argued she didn't do anything wrong.

"Oh, why? Because we don't get to speak unless it's on your terms? And I'm just supposed to be cool with that? You completely flipped the script on me so yeah, I'm a little pissed!" He argued back. If anyone was allowed to be annoyed, it was him. He was ignored without an explanation.

"Flipped the script? No, what happened was you talked shit behind my back and I finally figured out how you thought of me." She said, her anger leaving as a small amount of sadness settled in her chest.

"Who told you that crap?" Eddie said he felt the want to roll his eyes.

"YOU!" She yelled, she stood up and towered over him. "I heard everything you said to Mike. You went on and on about how cheerleaders are heartless. I can't imagine the other things you said before or after."

Eddie tried to remember what she was talking about, the realization hitting him. He stood up fast, a fast apology on his lips.

"No no no! I did say that yes, but not about you! I would never say those things about you." He tried to grab her hand but she smacked it away.

"Ow" he muttered

"How did you not say that about me? I'm a cheerleader!"

"I know!" He panicked, "but I said so many things after that. You must have walked away or didn't hear me because I explained you were nothing like that."

Y/N felt a part of herself believing him. He sounded so panicked, which meant he was caught or he was trying to prove his innocence and needed her to trust him.

"What did you say?" She asked

"I explained to Mike that the girl he's interested in doesn't care about him. And I knew that because of what you showed me. I see how sweet and caring you are. You're nice to everyone and you don't use your popularity to have power over anyone. You aren't just a cheerleader, you are so much more than that. That's why you are different and that's why I'd never say mean things about you." His words and eyes were pleading for her to believe him. "I'm so sorry you got hurt."

"Well I shouldn't listen to people's conversations," she shrugged, " I appreciate your apology and I accept it. I'm sorry for not talking to you about it. I was hurt because I like you. And I was planning to ask you out when I heard everything." She admitted she turned her head to the floor, her cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed, "You like me? And like me enough to want to ask me out?" Eddie couldn't believe his ears. He wanted the same thing, obliviously, but he never thought he had the chance.

She gave him a look and he moved on. It was clear she liked him and she gave him an opening.

He moved his feet forward until there wasn't space between them. His eyes searched into hers for a sign, when her eyes flipped down to his lips he got his answer.

He licked his lips nervously, his hand reaching to cup her chin as he leaned in. His heart raced when she leaned in, both closing their eyes in sync.

Her stomach fluttered when she felt his lips. He smiled when he felt her kiss back, her hands slid around to his back. Her palms were flat against his shirt.

They kissed for as long as they could. Whenever one of them went to pull away, they'd drag them right back in.

Eddie couldn't wait to shove this in Mike's face.

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[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Two Weeks Later

We were back in Hawkins. We had been staying with my dad while we looked at houses with a realtor. When we finally found one that was set back from the road a ways and had a gate to stop people from just walking onto the property we bought it and started to move in. Eddie insisted that we buy all new furniture and just keep the house we have in Los Angeles for now. I agreed but told him to be prepared to sell it one day.

Things have been doing a little better with us. He has kept to his word with no drinking and getting high. There have been occasions that he's had one beer here and there with my dad, but he hasn't been getting drunk. We've been over to see Wayne a few times, having dinner with him and making sure everything was going okay with him. We got to meet his girlfriend Tracy the last time we were over. We also caught up with some people from high school. Eddie learned that his D&D club is still a thing. Four boys had taken over the club once they started their freshmen year back in eight-six.

Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will were their names. Billy Hargroves sister Max was dating Lucas, Will was Jonathan Byers younger brother, and Mike was Nancy Wheeler's younger brother and Dustin Henderson lived on the same street I remember meeting them all after Robin Buckley, someone that I had gravitated towards, had become friends with Steve Harrington while working at Starcourt Mall. They were all sweet boys. They all graduated last year from Hawkins High School. They knew about the club from the kids that were in it after we graduated and made sure to keep it alive. Eddie was ecstatic to hear that his club was still a thing after all these years. He hasn’t played the fantasy game in a long time, not since his music career took off; he just hasn’t had the time, and he was also too busy bathing in his fame.

I stood in the kitchen, putting things away when Eddie walked in the front door. “Sweetheart!” his voice traveled through the house. “Kitchen!” I yelled back to him. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind a few seconds later. He rested his chin on my shoulder after kissing my cheek. “Whatcha up to beautiful?” he asked. I glanced at him and kissed his lips. “Putting everything away where I want it to be.” He hummed, reaching his arm around me and took the plate I had in my hand, setting it on the counter. “How about you take a break from that so we can christen this room, hmm? We already got the bedroom and living room. The kitchen sounds like a good place next.” He kissed my neck, sliding a hand up under my shirt. I pushed his hand down and stepped out of his hold. “Not right now, Eds. I want to get this finished so I don’t need to do it later. There is still a lot of stuff that needs to be put away. So behave.” He frowned and gave me those stupid puppy-dog eyes. “Not going to work. But…” I walked towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and gave him a quick kiss. “If you help me we could get it done quicker and then you can have your way with me.” That got him to smile and he started to put things away, making sure to check where I wanted them. I was going to need his help anyway with the thing that needed to be put up higher.

Later on that night I was curled on the couch with a book waiting for Eddie to get home. He was supposed to be out getting dinner from the burger place we went to after prom and many times after that. But that was an hour ago, it shouldn't take that long when it was only ten minutes away from us. I wasn't even focusing on the book I had resting on my lap. My mind was running wild of all the possibilities of why he wasn't home. They ranged from cheating to a car accident. I didn't want to believe any of the bad thoughts that reared their ugly heads. I wanted to believe and was hoping he just ran into some people from our past or some fans and lost track of time.

I closed the book and set it on the coffee table in front of me, stood, and walked into the kitchen. I was fucking striving so I grabbed the bag of chips out of the top cabinet and sat up on the counter. Scenarios of what Eddie could possibly be doing flashed through my head; It's like I had a whole dewey decimal system of them locked away deep in my mind. All nice and organized alphabetically.

I looked at the green light from the clock on the stove. The numbers on it glowing told me it was almost seven. Sighing, set the bag of chips on the counter, jumped down, and walked towards the door. I slipped on shoes, grabbed my keys, and headed out to the car. I was going to the burger place and getting what I had asked Eddie to get for me. When I pulled in I saw Eddie's van, yes, the van that he had back in high school. Wayne had kept it all these years and even had it fixed up a little and kept it running. The parking lot was full of cars. Bicycles were all parked closer to the building. I parked, got out of my car, and walked around the building.

What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. There was a crowd of people surrounding one of the picnic tables out front. There were kids wearing white hellfire shirts with black sleeves, the same one Eddie wore in school. That was the name of his D&D club, Hellfire. The crowd parted enough that I could see him signing stuff. His head turned and I met his eyes. A wide smile spread across his face and he jumped up and ran over to me. “Shit, I'm sorry, sweetheart. There was a line and then some kids showed up asking me to sign some of their D&D stuff and give them some advice on campaigns. Then more people started showing up. I'm sor…”

I place my finger against his lips, stopping his rambling. I smiled at him and shook my head. “It's fine, Eds. I was worried and hungry…” he gave me a sheepish look and pulled me closer to him. “I know. I'm sorry. But can you believe this? Look at all these kids! The older ones were or are in Hellfire, and the younger ones want to join when they get to high school. Some people are here for the band, but most are here just because of Hellfire. They wanted me to join in on the next campaign, but I told them…” I stopped him again but this time with a kiss. “That sounds great, Eddie. You should do it.” He smiled, leaned down, and kissed me. “I fucking love you!”