#mrs. wheeler fanfic

[wheels-of-despair]

The Loneliest Kindest Mom in Hawkins Summary: The year is 1980. You've just gotten your first period, and you know you're supposed to buy stuff to take care of it, but you have no clue what. You're so overwhelmed by all the choices on the shelf, you're on the brink of tears. Enter Mrs. Wheeler, who becomes the best mom/friend you've ever had. Contains: Teen girl reader with no mother figure, period panic, domestic fluff, lots and lots of cookies, Mrs. Wheeler being Mom Goals, writer who was In A Mood and just needed Karen Wheeler to have a kid who doesn't dodge her at every opportunity. Word Count: 2k-ish

Before You Start: Don't. I won't hear your criticism of Mama Wheeler, and I won't respond to it. Nobody's making you read this.

I have a LOT of feelings about Karen Wheeler, aka The Loneliest Mom in Hawkins, but instead of putting those out there for the haters to pick apart, I decided to express my appreciation for her a different way: with a weird little fic I hammered out in the early hours of the morning and then allowed to collect dust for several months while I waited for Mother's Day. Surpriiiiise.

The reader is 13. She's been in Hawkins for a few months with her single dad, and her mother is not part of the picture. (Reason unspecified.) I fully believe that Mrs. Wheeler is the kind of mom that would mom the heck out of any kid who needed her. And this kid does. K, you're all caught up, proceed if you dare/care.

This is impossible.

You stood under the "feminine hygiene" sign and stared at the shelf.

Shelves.

There were so many.

You had no idea what any of it meant.

No idea what made one box different from the other.

You wished you were dead.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?"

You turned to see Nancy Wheeler's very pregnant mother standing a few feet away from you.

"Do you remember me? I'm Nancy's mom. You came to her birthday party a few months ago?"

You wish you could nod, but you're frozen to the spot.

"Do you need help?"

You need to be buried six feet under.

"Is this your first time?" she asks gently.

Your eyes fill with tears.

"Sweetheart, it's alright. Nancy just started too, it's scary at first."

You run. You don't know what else to do. You've embarrassed yourself enough. So you run.

By the time you got home, your tears had dried but your shame still hung over you like a black cloud. Fuck it, you'd just use a wad of toilet paper for the rest of your life. You entered the small house you shared with your father, who was still at work, then went to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you were done, you face-planted into the couch to continue wallowing in your shame.

You liked Nancy's mom, and you hated that you had been rude to her. Your limited interaction with her had been your favorite part of Nancy's 13th birthday party. (Nancy had invited every girl in her class, even the new one, probably at her mother's insistence.) Mrs. Wheeler was kind, and soft-spoken, and generous. She'd noticed you hanging off to the side, not really fitting in with the other girls you'd met two months ago when you and your father had moved to Hawkins, and had come over to introduce herself. Your mom was not part of the picture, and you were absolutely fascinated by Nancy's.

You'd asked her questions about the party, which she happily answered, since she was the mastermind. (The theme was Strawberry Shortcake, which was a cartoon Nancy loved. Mrs. Wheeler had tinted the vanilla cupcake frosting with a little bit of red food coloring to make it pink, and used gift wrap to cut out cool shapes for decorations.) Mrs. Wheeler had made you feel welcome, fed you, and even convinced you to participate in some of the games.

You'd never had a themed party before, or even been to one, and although you had no idea who the heck the smiling red-headed cartoon everywhere was or why she was so happy, you were impressed by the planning this must've taken. Everything matched. There were activities and games and goodie bags to take home. It was the coolest thing you'd ever experienced.

You went back to being invisible the next Monday, but you never forgot how cool that party was, and how nice it felt to be included.

At some point in your wallowing, you must have drifted off, because you woke to the sound of tapping. No, knocking. It was knocking. You went to the door… to find Mrs. Wheeler standing on your doorstep.

You wished you could just burst into flames and be gone.

You took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hi--"

"I'm sorry," you interrupt.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. I understand. It's a scary, overwhelming thing. So I brought you a few things to make it a little easier."

Your eyes well up with tears again. What is wrong with you?

"Can I come in?"

You nod and step aside, begging your tears to please not spill over. She waddles over to the kitchen table, placed her purse and a grocery bag on it, then sits down. She begins removing things from the grocery bag. Things that seem a lot less intimidating at home than they did in the store an hour ago.

Mrs. Wheeler patiently explained what each item was, and how to use it. (There are instructions inside the box too, in case you forget.) She pulled out a bottle of painkillers and told you how many to take when you're feeling bad, and how often. Explained how to fill the hot water bottle, and how long you should heat the water. A bottle of bubble bath, because all women deserve to relax. And last, but certainly not least… chocolate. Mrs. Wheeler had supplied you with five full-sized chocolate bars.

"I… um… let me give you something for this," you mumble, digging into your pocket for the $5 your dad had given you for your last report card.

"No, honey," she says softly, her hand coming to rest on your wrist. "Think of it as a gift for joining the ranks of womankind." You can't remember the last time anyone did anything this nice for you.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"You are very welcome." She smiles in a way that fills you with warmth. "Do you have a pen and paper?"

You retrieve the pencil and notepad you keep by the phone and hand them to her. She writes down her number.

"If you ever need anything, you can call me. Or just come on by. You remember where it is?" You nod. "Good. Anything at all, okay? Even if you just want to talk."

She gets up with a grunt, clutching her pregnant belly. This is going to be one lucky kid.

"Can I…" you cut yourself off. This is stupid. She's not your mom.

But she read your mind like she was. She holds out her arms and takes a step forward, and you come to meet her. You hadn't had a hug like this in years.

"Anything at all, okay? You just call me or come by."

"Thank you," you said, wishing you knew how to let her know just how grateful you were. Not just for the stuff, but for the promise of someone to talk to.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. I'll talk to you soon," she said, putting her purse back on her shoulder and waddling to the door.

Three weeks later, you heard Nancy telling Barb that her mom had brought Baby Holly home a few days ago. You weren't a big fan of babies, but you felt like a welcome home present may be in order for the woman who saved you.

There was a pretty patch of wildflowers growing just beyond your back yard. After school, you picked a bouquet of the prettiest blooms, tied them together with a ribbon, and walked toward the Wheeler's house. You knocked softly, half-hoping nobody would hear. You didn't want to bother her. When nobody answered, you placed them on the welcome mat and turned to leave.

Then the door opened.

"Yes?" A tall man with glasses looked at you expectantly.

"Uh… hi." You introduced yourself and picked up your flowers. "I brought these for Mrs. Wheeler, but I didn't want to bother her, so I was just going to leave them…"

"Karen, there's an awkward teenager here to see you!" he called into the house.

You heard her voice, but couldn't understand what she said.

"She's in the kitchen," he said, gesturing vaguely, before returning to his chair in front of the TV, next to a crib he started rocking with his foot. You enter cautiously, quietly closing the door behind you before walking in the direction he'd pointed.

She was elbow-deep in some kind of delicious-smelling batter.

"Hi, sweetheart! It's great to see you again! What brings you by?"

"I heard that you'd had the baby, just wanted to say congratulations and bring you these." You shyly lifted up the flowers.

"Oh my goodness, they're beautiful! Thank you so much, that was very thoughtful of you."

You stood awkwardly until she asked, "Can you look in that cabinet to the left of the sink? There should be a vase in there. I'd come do it myself, but…" she lifts her sticky, dough-covered hands and wiggles her fingers. With a smile, you opened the cabinet and pulled out a vase, filling it with water from the sink and placing the flowers inside.

"Perfect! Flowers can brighten up any room."

"What are you making?" you asked.

"Cookies for my son's first dance. He told me it was just for his grade, but I found out last night that it's for three grades at the elementary school. Which means hundreds of cookies instead of dozens." She shook her head in a frazzled but loving kind of way.

"Do you need help?" you asked quietly.

"Really?" She seems almost shocked. You nodded.

"I'd love that! Drop your coat over there and wash up." You'd never been so excited about cooking before.

You called your dad when it was time for him to get home and told him that you were busy making cookies with your friend's mom. He agreed to pick you up later. The kitchen was in shambles and overrun with cookies at dinnertime, so the Wheelers had pizza delivered. Nancy had dinner at Barb's, which you were grateful for, because you didn't really want to explain to your classmate why you liked hanging out with her mom more than her.

You and Mrs. Wheeler made 356 cookies that evening. Sugar cookies, peanut butter cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and even some with M&M's in them. She packed a bag full of the fruits of your labor for you to take home.

You were helping her dry dishes when you saw your father's headlights pull into their driveway at 8:30. She told you she could finish by herself, so you put on your coat and hugged your bag of cookies to your chest.

"Thanks for letting me help, Mrs. Wheeler."

"Are you kidding me? You were an amazing assistant. I'm going to call you every time I bake!" You beamed.

She walked you to the door and gave you a hug before you left. She waved to your dad as you walked to the truck in the dark, clutching two dozen cookies to your chest.

Your dad had no complaints about your new friend, or your sudden interest in baking.

Your friendship with Mrs. Wheeler continued. She wasn't lying about calling you when there was baking to be done. And she did a lot of baking for someone with a new baby to take care of. You were always happy to help, even if it just meant entertaining Holly while she was on the phone or in the bathroom. You'd never cared much for babies, but you liked little Holly. And Mrs. Wheeler must've explained your presence to Nancy, because she always greeted you like there was nothing weird about you being there. You appreciated that.

You brought her flowers, she sent you home with sweets. You complained about the dumb boys in your class, she laughed and assured you they would probably not get any smarter. You told her about your mom and what you wanted to do with your life, and she listened. She told you about her childhood, and you understood her a little better. She gave very good advice. She taught you to sew and to cook. She even took you bra shopping, which your dad would be eternally grateful for.

She helped make alterations to your prom dress, fed you brownies and talked you through your first breakup, and cheered for you at graduation. You exchanged monthly letters after you left for college. There was a framed photo from your wedding on the wall in the Wheelers' living room, with two pictures side by side; one of you and the groom, one of you and the kindest person you'd ever met.

Years later, when your own teenage daughter came out of the bathroom, announced "I'm hemorrhaging!" and planted herself face-first into the couch, you laughed and thought of your good friend Mrs. Wheeler, and that fateful day she'd come to visit with a brown paper bag full of goods. Welcome to the ranks of womankind, kid. Sorry 'bout the next 30 years or so.

[smalltownrobin]

'I see my chance, I'm gonna dance'

a stranger things fic by smalltownrobin 📖

(INCOMPLETE, 4/12 chapters, 12,995 words)

"Dreaming of Paris, Robin Buckley is trapped as a servant in her own home, forced to cook and clean by her wicked stepmother. Her freedom is a miracle away, but miracles can happen. (The rovickie Cinderella AU where Steve Harrington is a talking mouse)."

(rovickie, platonic stobin, Robin & Dustin, platonic ronance, Robin & Joyce)

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[starsarefire824]

We Are All Fools In Love

Me, @perexcri​, @thornywords​ are very excited to announce our newest story!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45255994/chapters/113853943

Come enjoy some gothic romance with us! <3

[parasitefun]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mr. Scratch/Barry Wheeler, Mentioned Mr. Scratch/Alan Wake, Mentioned Alan Wake/Barry Wheeler Characters: Mr. Scratch (Alan Wake), Barry Wheeler, Alan Wake Additional Tags: Subspace, mouth fingering, Dubious Consent, Identity Issues, Competency Kink, Dom Barry Allen, Sub Mr. Scratch, Dom/sub, Implied Sub, Mr. Scratch’s Alan Wake Kink

Summary:

Mr. Scratch hasn't accounted for Barry Wheeler's involvement in Alan's life whatsoever. That's a mistake that he soon learns is a danger to him.

[lokis-army-77]

Could you do a Eddie x reader fanfic where their relationship is a secret? Eventually Dustin gets all suspicious cause Eddie’s missing lunch and hellfire meetings ( not a actual campaign he would never) he then goes and tells mike about it and they go ahead and try to investigate by going to Eddie’s trailer?



Where have you been?

Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 1869

Eddie has been missing when it comes to hanging out with his friends and Dustin wants to find out why.

Warning: honestly not much of an x reader, it more follows Dustin and Mike but you still see the relationship. I don't classify it as angst but some could, fluff, spying.

Masterlist

The week had started out normal, it was only when mid-week that Dustin had begun to notice some odd habits coming from his dungeon master, Eddie Munson, and the only girl in their club, y/n. On Wednesday, neither of them had shown up to lunch, which in and of itself wasn’t that unusual but then that afternoon, after school, they weren't at Hellfire either. Wednesdays were the days the whole club got together not to really play the main campaign but maybe a short one shot created by someone other than Eddie, or to just fuck around like all high school boys do when there isn’t anything else happening. 

Dustin had let it slide until it started to become a daily occurrence and when asked, Eddie always just insisted he was busy and that it wasn’t that big of a deal. But to Dustin, not having one of his favorite people around, it was that big. 

So he devised a plan to catch Eddie in the act of what the hell was so much more important than hanging out with Hellfire. 

His first stop, the Wheeler house. 

Dustin knocked on the door before barging in, startling Mrs. Wheeler as she was walking to answer it. 

“Dustin, what a surprise.” She smiled at him. 

“Hi. Mrs. Wheeler. I need to see Mike.” He smiled back but hurried past her to the basement door. 

“He’s upstairs in his room Sweetie.”

“Oh, thanks.” He turned on his heel and sprinted up the steps. 

Mike’s door was shut sight but that didn’t stop him from coming in unannounced. At the loud noise of the door swinging into the wall, Mike quickly looked up at his friend from his desk, eyes wide. 

“Dude, what the fuck?” 

“Get up, I need you to come with me.” 

Mike turned in his chair. “Need to come with you where?”

Dustin walked over and grabbed Mike's arm. “Eddie’s house. He keeps canceling Wednesday night Hellfire and I want to get to the bottom of why.”

“But he literally told you why the other day. He’s busy and it’s not like he’s missing the actual main campaign.”

“But we never get to see him. Even Garith said he was midding band practice too. Honestly, Mike, what is so important that he’s skipping lunch, midweek hellfire, and band practice?”

“Dustin.” Mike sighed.

“It has been going on for weeks and I want to know why.”

Mike sat for a minute and thought before standing reluctantly to his feet. 

“Alright, fine, I’ll come with you, but if Eddie gets mad that we were spying on him, I’m blaming you.”

…

When the two boys arrived at Eddie’s trailer that Saturday afternoon, no one was home. Eddie’s van was nowhere to be seen and Wayne was working overtime like he did every weekend. The two boys found the spare keep under the doormat and then slipped inside. 

“Dude, what are we even looking for?” Mike asked as they both began walking through the home.

“Uh, I have no clue. Anything that can tell us why he isn’t hanging out with us anymore.”

They found nothing in the living room or the kitchen but when they searched the bathroom, they did find something unusual residing in the medicine cabinet of a trailer where only men lived. A box of tampons sat in the direct middle of the shelf, staining back at the two wide-eyed boys. 

“No way,” Mike muttered. 

“Is he ditching the group for a girl?” 

“Maybe, why else would he have these?” 

“It makes no sense. He’s never mentioned a girl and he definitely doesn't hang out with them.” 

“You don’t know that.”

“Name one girl outside of Robin, with Steve mind you, that he hangs out with.” 

“y/n,” Mike stated matter of factly. 

“Wrong, he only hangs out with her at school during unch and hellfire.”

“Yeah, and who has also not been showing up to lunch and midweek hellfire the same as Eddie?”

“What do you mean?” 

“Man, have you really not noticed that they are both gone at the same time?”

“No?” 

“Oh my god, Dustin, really?”

“What?” Dustin scoffed.

“If you would have just put two and two together then we wouldn’t have to be here right now.” 

“No, you just thought of that. If you would have said something before we got here-” He trailed off. 

“Hey don’t do that. I’m not taking the blame for anything here. Come on let's just go.” Mike started out of the bathroom and down the short hall. 

“Mike wait. Let's check out Eddie’s room first, just to confirm the suspicion.” Dustin didn’t wait for his friend, choosing to go straight into the twenty-year-olds messy room. 

There were shirts strewn around the floor as well as a few papers. On his bedside table were an ashtray of half-smoked cigarettes and Dr. Pepper cans. Noting out of the ordinary for a guy's room. 

Still curious, the boys began to go through Eddie’s dresser drawers. Dustin stopped when he opened the top drawer of the dresser on the farthest side of Eddie’s room. 

 “This definitely isn’t Eddie’s.” Dustin laughed, pinching the strap of a light blue bra and tossing it at Mike. 

“Ew, dude, why did you do that.” Mike swatted at the article of clothing. 

Dustin ignored him and kept digging for any identifying items of clothing. 

“Uh, Dustin.” 

“What.” 

“We might be caught.” 

“What do you mean?” He kept rummaging.

“Eddie’s back.” 

Then, the sound of loud music could be heard as Eddie’s fan pulled into its spot in front of the trailer.

“Shit. Quick, hide.” Dustin whisper and shouted at Mike. They both rushed into Eddie’s practically empty closet and closed the doors, leaving only a small crack for some light. 

Both boys tensed when they heard footsteps coming in their direction. Their hands flew to their mouths to keep their breaths quiet. 

That’s when y/n came in, sighing as she crashed on Eddie’s bed and curled up into the pillows. Eddie wasn’t far behind by the sound of his quick footsteps. 

“You know, you wouldn't be so tired if you went to bed earlier," Eddie smirked as he came through the door.

The boys in the closet watched as she grabbed a pillow and flung it at Eddie. 

"I would if someone who stop calling me to 'just chat'." She grumbled out but her sour tone was soon replaced by a laugh.

"Excuse me." Eddie feigned offense and fell onto the bed beside her. "Here I was thinking you enjoyed our midnight chats."

"I do Eds, I do. But all that staying up late is starting to catch up with me." 

Both Dustin and Mike cringed away from the crack in the closet door as Eddie and Y/n shared a tender kiss. 

Eddie smiled into their kiss, hands coming to wrap around the girl's body and turning so that he held her on top of himself. 

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to take a nap." He gave her another kiss on the cheek. 

Mike, hidden behind the closet door, gagged and shuffled back, his foot crunching down on something he could not see. 

Dustin turned his head slightly to him and mouthed "What the fuck?" Before trying to push himself further into the dark recesses of the closet. 

Y/n and Eddie had stopped their shows of affection on the bed as soon as they had heard the crunch. Y/n's hair fell into her eyes as she whipped her head in the direction of the noise.

"Eddie, I think something is in your closet." She pushed herself off his chest and watched as Eddie sat up. 

They both sat and listened for a moment more before Eddie finally stood and made his way to the doors. 

With a quick flick of the wrist, the doors were pushed wide open, revealing the two fifteen-year-olds huddled on the floor of the closet. 

"Henderson? Wheeler? What the hell are the two doing in my closet?" Eddie asked stunned to see the two boys. "Better yet, what are you even doing in my home?"

"Uh…" they both looked up at Eddie like deers in the headlights, mouths gapping and eyes so wide you would think they'd pop out. 

Then, Mike spoke up. "It was all Dustin's idea." He flung his finger out to point to the other boy and Eddie followed, turning his head and raising an eyebrow in quiet questioning. 

Dustin just laughed nervously before sinking into himself. 

"Come on you two, out of my closet. Then you can explain." Eddie turned and sat back down on his bed. He and y/n watched as the two boys awkwardly climbed out of the narrow closet and to their feet.

"So.." Eddie started, gesturing to them.

"Um, well we came to surprise you." Dustin lied.

"Bullshit," Eddie called.

"Okay well, not exactly surprise. More like spy?" Dustin's voice rose at the end making it sound like he was questioning his own actions.

"Why the hell are you two spying on me?" 

"Well you've been missing lunch and Wednesday nights for the past several weeks and I wanted to know why since you wouldn't tell me the other day."

"Because it's none of your business. What I do with my time is of no concern to anyone but me." 

"I know, I know, but I was just curious as to what needed your attention all the time."

Y/n let out a short chuckle and raised her hand sheepishly. "Sorry, that would be me."

"See I told you." Mike shoved Dustin's shoulder playfully.

"Told him what?" Asked Eddie. 

"Just that you were probably hanging out with Y/n since she's been disappearing when you do. Although I only caught on after we got here." Explained Mike.

"I guess the secret is out of the bag, Eds." Y/n sighed, looking between the two younger boys and Eddie.

"Definitely. Totally didn't enjoy watching you both suck face." Groaned Dustin.

"Serves you right for spying." Eddie laughed before standing to his feet. "Now come on, it's time for you two to go." He grabbed them both by the collar of their shirts and guided them out of the room.

"Bye boys!" Y/n called after them.

"Bye!"

When they stood in front of the door, Dustin sighed before turning around. "Eddie?"

"Yeah, Henderson?"

"Since we now know the reason you've been skipping out on things, do you think you could at least come to Wednesday nights like once a month? I've got a one-shot campaign I've been wanting to run but you haven't been there."

Eddie sighed, brought his hand to the back of his neck, and began to rub. 

"Yeah, man, I can do that."

"And you know that you guys don't have to hide your relationship from us right? We're friends." Mike spoke.

"I know. We just thought it would be easier if no one knew." Eddie opened the front door. "Now leave."

"Yep." 

"Okay."

The two boys spoke in unison as they ran out the door. Both laughing and Eddie slammed the door and they could faintly hear him call out, "Now where were we, babe?"

[stonathandreamer]

Hair

🔸 Masterlist

Synopsis: Steve and Jonathan reunite at the end of Season 4.

A/N: Because I headcanon Steve absolutely loves Jonathan's S4 hair! Also, have a Stonathan fanfic to celebrate Stranger Things day.

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"Did someone order pizza?" Mrs. Wheeler asked with a raised eyebrow as a pizza van with a sign that reads 'Surfer Boy Pizza' pulled up and stopped before them. They all watched as the residents inside the vehicle came out.

Steve raised an eyebrow as a dude with ridiculously long hair climbed out of the front passenger seat, followed close by Mike, Will, El, and—

"Jonathan..." He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Jonathan's there. Right in front of him. And dear superior force that rules the universe, his hair is gorgeous!

The two groups ran towards each other. Mike ran to his mother's embrace, Will and Eleven to Dustin, and Jonathan to Steve, but they stopped a few inches apart.

"Hi," Jonathan was the first to break the silence, slightly out of breath, but not due to physical exhaustion, it was just Steve's presence that made it hard for him to breathe. Even after years of relationship, his boyfriend still had that breathtaking aura within him.

"Hi," Steve replied shortly after, his voice barely above a whisper. The corner of his lips twitched into a small smile at seeing Jonathan again, in person, after months of being apart, talking through the phone and letters. Now they're here, together. At last. If Mrs. Wheeler weren't near, they'd be hugging and kissing like the world depended on it (and frankly, to them, it kinda does), but this is Hawkins in the 1980s, so best not to take chances, even if Steve's dying to bury his face on Jonathan's neck like he loves doing and Jonathan can't wait to kiss Steve's lips for the first time in months! "Your hair is... Uh, good."

Jonathan chuckled and rolled his eyes fondly at Steve's remark. Oh, he's awful at pep-talking, though Jonathan's not exactly a first-class panelist either.

"Thanks. My mom said it looked like a mop, but I didn't like going to the barber. El said I looked 'Californian,' though."

Steve smiled and nodded his head slightly. Yep, Jonathan looks like a dude from Cali with his hair and that colorful shirt.

"Yeah, you nailed the Californian vibe, Jon," Steve's hand automatically goes for Jonathan's hair, running his fingers against the long and soft strands. How the Hell does Jonathan's hair look so much better than Steve's with little effort?! "So good. Like a puppy's fur."

Jonathan blushes at having his being compared to a puppy's, but he can't hold back a small, albeit generous, and heartfelt smile from creeping into his lips. "Thanks, but yours is still better than mine."

"Nu-uh, dude! Yours is so... Fluffy, soft, and nice like it's made of silk..."

"Okay, that's enough, Steve. I get it, my hair's cool." Jonathan cuts him off, rolling his eyes, knowing Steve's most likely to ramble non-stop about his hair. When Jonathan looks up at Steve's face again, their eyes meet instantly, and at that moment, they both shared the same thought - screw it!

Steve leaned forward, enveloping his arms around Jonathan's waist and burying his face on Jonathan's neck. Jonathan does the same, wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders and resting his head on his right shoulder, having to stand on his tip-toes.

"I missed you," Jonathan whispers to Steve's ear, making his boyfriend chuckle.

"I missed you too. Hawkins' not the same without you," Steve replied, his voice slightly muffled by the fabric of Jonathan's shirt.

Steve removed his face from the crook of Jonathan's neck to rest his forehead against his. "Welcome back, babe."

Jonathan smiles in return, moving his hand to gently caress Steve's cheek. "Feels good to be back, babe."

When their lips connect for the first time in months, the universe stops moving, like every star and nebula stopped to watch the two boyfriends kiss. And frankly, they should, because Steve and Jonathan are meant to be together. Always.

[erikahenningsen]

Lalalalala 5, 6 (not bait,,, or is it), 19

Fanfic writer asks

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

I need a new answer to this because it used to be a politics AU. I guess a Mount Everest AU where they (probably Rejanis, because I feel like there's no scenario where Cady doesn't immediately fall into a crevasse) are on rival teams trying to summit on the same day.

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Well of course I was just rereading I Once Was Poison Ivy (But Now I'm Your Daisy) by AO3 user wherehopelies the other night. I think the author is also on tumblr. I'm always rereading Undeniable and recently I've been rereading What Doors May Open in bits and pieces because it has a very similar vibe to college AU.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

From the I Kissed Shara Wheeler fic... as a treat

At least there is one place where Chloe never has to compete with Shara and perfect shiny hair and perfectly manicured fingernails and perfectly sculpted eyebrows: the school musical.

Or so she thought, until Benjy lets out a gasp loud enough that Chloe is certain Mr. Truman will be able to hear it in the auditorium. Chloe puts down her travel mug of Throat Coat tea and turns to see none other than Shara fucking Wheeler, sixteen bars of “The One Feather Tail of Miss Gertrude McFuzz” in her hand.

“No,” Chloe whispers, blinking hard. She’s certain this must be some kind of stress-induced hallucination, a result of too many late nights watching every illegal recording of Seussical on YouTube that she could find.

But no, every time Chloe opens her eyes, there’s Shara, leaning against the wall talking to Ace Torres, who is also, for some reason, here.

Chloe turns to Benjy, expecting to see the same horror she’s feeling reflected in his expression—this ranks somewhere between dropping a fresh coffee on the ground and a dog getting hit by a car—but he’s furiously texting.

“Benjy!” Chloe hisses. He looks up, thumbs still moving across his screen. “What the fuck is happening?”

“Why would I know?” Benjy murmurs back. “Maybe Ace is lost?”

“Not Ace,” Chloe says, although it is perhaps weirder that he is here than Shara. “Why is Shara Wheeler at Seussical auditions?”

“She’d make a good Gertrude,” Benjy replies absently, making a goofy face at his phone camera. When he lowers it, Chloe can see he’s sending a SnapChat.

Fucking useless.

The thing is, Shara can’t be in this musical. She simply can’t. This is Chloe’s place. This is Chloe’s one, Shara-free place—aside from, like, her house and Belltower and the one thrift store in town that Shara would probably never be caught dead in. It’s her one place at school that she doesn’t have to share with Shara, and by extension, all of her decidedly un-Christian thoughts about Shara.

You’re getting ahead of yourself, Chloe reminds herself. She has no idea if Shara can sing or act—well, Chloe knows she can act like she isn’t a devious bitch, under all the chiffon-like layers of all-American wholesomeness. Maybe this will be Shara’s first and last foray into musical theater.

[hjcoolartnerd]

Just A little Push Part 1

A Harringrove and Dylommy Fanfic

It was a very normal day in Hawkins, Dylan was just finishing his shift at the pool. He usually had shifts with Billy but this day he asked to get an early shift, Why? well he was going to hang out with his long time friend Steve. The two haven't talked since their friendship collapsed during middle school and last week the two saw each other since they graduated at Steve's work Family video. After talking for a long while the two agreed to hang out together along with Steve's Coworker Robin Buckley. As Dylan dried off he could see a very much angry Billy entering the pool's locker room "WHAT THE HELL WALKER!" He shouted at Dylan who didn't seem faced, on the contrary he knew this was coming "Calm down Hargrove" He said back as he took of his tank top uniform. "Don't tell me what to do shit head! I thought you promised we were going to have our shifts at the same time I barely know the little shits in town let alone our coworkers" He spat still angry. "Look, I had to take a early shift. I had plans today in the afternoon and i couldn't work our usual shift." He replied back calmly changing into a dry plain shirt. "So? I could have joined you in the morning shift" He continued to reply his anger not disappearing. "Give me a break Hargrove you aren't a morning person, so I took the morning shift with Adam. It was super quiet at that hour tho, no annoying kids and no hot sun to bother us. I could even get my break in peace.” He said taking off his red swimming trunks. “So who is taking the afternoon shift with me?” He was still mad “uh Heather Holloway. She agreed to switch shifts something about not being able to take the morning shift” Dylan said as he pulled on some fresh pair of shorts “ great so now I’m working with a completely random girl?” He grumbled as he leaned on the lockers “we studied with heather… besides I promised Steve I would hang out with him.” He said the mention of Steve’s making Billy straightened up “Harrington? You are meeting with Harrington or Farrah Fawcett?” Billy looked straight at Dylan’s eyes “Yes Harrington. Randall left Hawkins for New York.” Dylan said as he finished getting ready “lucky bastard” he muttered “so… Harrington you still like him?” Dylan laughs at Billy’s question “no I don’t still like Steve… I was so focused on his ass and his …. Attention that I might have lost sight of people who actually liked me like Eddie or Barb.” Dylan looked at him before smirking “why you like Steve?” Billy choked at Dylan’s suggestion “What?! I don’t like losers like Harrington… he just has nice hair and… well..” his voiced lowered as he looked away “awe that’s cute Hargrove, you like Steve” he chuckled “relax before you threaten me, I won’t tell anything to Steve but I’ll let you know if he mentions you” he chuckles as he grabs his bag “see ya tomorrow Hargrove.” Dylan slowly began walking out of the locker room and by extension the community pool. He walked past the front were he saw Adam who was also getting his things to leave, Dylan saw more people walk in like Mrs. Wheeler and the rest of the moms that usually came by to gawk at Billy's shirtless physiche. Dylan just kept walking until he reached his car a red 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS454, a Christmas gift from his mom's new boyfriend. He turned on the engine, and took one last glance at the community pool as he then began driving to his place. Dylan was lucky that his sister and Bruce were out of town for the weekend so he had invited Steve and Buckley to his place.

After a while of driving, he eventually arrived to the small two story house that he and his sister managed to get. He turned off the engine as he stayed in the car for a short while. He looked over at the Neighboring house as he noticed a familiar brown haired Jerk arriving to the house next door. He lived right next to Carol Perkins, and the guy he saw was his high school bully Thomas 'Tommy' Hagan. He took a deep breath as he got out of his car grabbing the key to his house, in the corner of his eyes Dylan noticed Tommy walking towards the fence as he leaned "Hey Walker! Good to see yah Pretty boy, Thought you left town" He said with his trademark smirk one that he was tired of seeing. "Hello Hagan.... I thought you were working in prison already." Dylan said as he stopped right in front of the door of the house. "You have a nice sense of humor Walker. You've always been kind of funny man" He said still leaning on the fence, "Since when are you living next door to Carol man?" Dylan took a deep breath, he knew he needed to go inside and get things ready to hang out with Steve and Buckley but he also couldn't be rude to his neighbor no matter how much he wanted. "Since we graduated from Hawkins high. My sister, Bruce and I took this place not long after...." He walked closer to Tommy who just smiled "That's nice! can't wait to see you almost every day Walker." Tommy had a genuine smile as he was going to extend his hand to shake Dylan's hand he was stopped "TOMMY! Are YOU COMMING FOR OUR MOVIE NIGHT OR NOT" It was Carol annoying voice, "Coming Babe!" He yelled back before smiling at me "Well i got to head inside, My girl is kind of an attention whore" He said as he walked into the house "An attention whore and a bed whore too..." Dylan mumbled to himself as he went to the door and unlocked it. He was greeted by his friendly dog Milo "Hey Buddy! Miss you too boy! let's go eat before going for a walk" He said feeding an excited Milo who just wagged his tail. Dylan was standing close to a window that had a full view to Carol's house, it was different that her parents house but they still had a pool. Dylan could see clearly to the Livingroom and to the kitchen, Carol was looking for beer for Tommy while tommy was sitting on the couch rambling about who knows. He shook his head as he looked back at Milo. It was going to be a long night wouldn't it.

Eventually, Steve and Buckley Arrived to Dylan's place, he let them enter as he led them towards the living room. "Welcome to my humble abode!" He said smiling as he sat on the couch "Wow this place looks awesome Dylan." Steve said sitting right next to him and Robin also sat down. "So Walker what's new? How is the community pool is treating you?" Robin asked him as Steve instantly looked at Dylan for his answer "Honestly, The pool is fine... not the first place i had in mind as a job but i still took it. Tho im planning of quitting once summer ends. Might try to get a job at KFC's newest rival, the Chicken Shack." He said stretching on the couch "Oh yeah the new place right across of were we work, I heard they have good food" Robin said as she smiled "how are you co workers treating you Dyl" Steve asked more interested on Dylan's co-workers than Dylan wanting to changed jobs. "Oh they are okay.... Heather Holloway usually works in the morning as well as the rest of my co workers, I usually work in the evenings with Hargrove." He said and that quickly peeked Steve's interest. "Hargrove.... Is he still a handsome Jerk?" Steve said trying to say it low but Dylan still heard "I don't know about handsome, Steve, but he is still a jerk... he was mad at me for not telling him about me working early, So I almost didn't make it out alive" He chuckled "But Hargrove and I are friend ish, so i guess we are fine...." Steve nodded as Dylan got up "Let me get the snacks from the kitchen." He walked away leaving Steve and Robin alone in the living room "Steve, if you talk like that about Billy, Dylan will find out that you like Billy" Robin said with a smirk "I know, But I can't help it... I haven't Seen him since graduation..." He hesitated "I wanted to swing by the pool but Dylan is always on shift with Billy" He sighed "Look i know that Dylan might have feelings for you but you like Billy, you can't help it. Dylan would understand it" She said patting his back "Besides I don't think Billy would reject the King" Steve laughed at Robin as Dylan returned with snack "Guess who i saw next door?" He said with a frown on his face. "OH Who? Barb?" Steve said " No she is in New York." Dylan replied fast "Copy cat Steve?" Robin asked and Dylan glare "No... I thank god or else id have to move. But no he is Also In new York." He said sitting down as he set the snacks on the small coffee table "Then who Walker?" Robin asked "Tommy Hagan... He and Carol are still going strong" Dylan said with a permanent frown on his face. "Isn't that The one who used to call you the F word every day and Steve didn't say anything to him?" She asked as Dylan nods "Yes That same jerk.... and It was weird, he was happy to see me... there was no hate, no anger.... no homophobia...." Dylan trailed off "Really? are we talking about the same Tommy. As In Thomas Hagan, freckles, douchebag, boyfriend to a whore?" Steve asked as Dylan nods again "Yeah that Tommy. It was really weird interaction very friendly." He said as he shrugged "Not that weird" Robin said as they all looked at her "What?" Steve asked confused. "Yeah Buckley what do you know that Steve doesn't?" Dylan asked crossing his arms "Well, Its obvious, why he only bullied you Dylan or more like why he mostly bullied you... He might be closeted or curious." She said as both Dylan and Steve laughed at her suggestion "Really Robin? Saying that Tommy is closeted is like saying that Billy is a flaming gay" Steve added laughing as Dylan just laughed with the most fake laugh he could, He couldn't reveal Billy's secret without Billy's consent so he just laughed with Steve. This was the most weird reunion that Dylan and Steve have had but it was cool, The thought of a curious or closeted Tommy did made Dylan curious, the same to Steve the thought of Billy being a flaming gay.

A/N: Here we have the first part of Just A little Push. I thought i was going on for too long writing this , But it was an Idea I had, Obviously I never saw My oc getting with Tommy Hagan as a couple but.... thats why AU's Exist right?

[loudsnapdragon]

Last Sentence Tag Game

Rules: in a rb or separate post, post the last sentence you wrote in any of your wips (original, fanfic, etc), and tag as many people as there are words.

tagged by @katdeerly thank you!

"Mrs. Wheeler slapped her for it, the clap from the pool shed loud enough that Eddie and Steve heard it in the kitchen."

like always, too many words not enough people, but no pressure tags for some guys whose recent words i would v much like to see @dreamwatch @occasionaloverboy @senorablack

[smalltownrobin]

FIC MASTERLIST

Links to all my works on ao3!!

Stranger Things

Steve & Robin's Road To Nowhere (3 chapters, 8,086 words) (platonic stobin, Steve & Tommy)

I see my chance, I'm gonna dance (INCOMPLETE, 4/12 chapters, 12,995 words) (rovickie, platonic stobin, Robin & Dustin, platonic ronance, Robin & Joyce)

Just a little punch (2,953 words) (platonic stobin, Robin & Dustin, minor platonic buckfield, minor Steve & Dustin, minor Steve & Max, minor Dustin & Eddie)

Thank You (4,548 words) (platonic buckfield, platonic ronance, minor Max & Nancy, minor lumax, minor platonic stobin)

We'll meet again (4,075 words) (Robin & her dad, platonic stobin, minor Steve & Dustin, minor rovickie)

A shove in the right direction (4,243 words) 🎄 (rovickie, platonic stobin)

In your arms, I'll never be scared of the dark (4,503 words) (rovickie)

The Rat Incident (1,441 words) (platonic stobin)

[dudeshusband]

SO i do think the headcanon they give for his name is interesting.

they seem to be of the opinion that "dude" isn't his real name. and, that he took on "borrachón" as his identity (which i agree! he absolutely did start accepting himself as drunk. it was his new identity. he felt like nothing else).

as i've pointed out before, dude says of "borrachón," "the name's borrachón, mr. wheeler."

so, he has taken on this insult as an identity. he's not simply a drunk. he is drunk. that is all he is.

but he says of "dude" "if the name bothers you, they used to call me, dude"

now, my favored reason for this is that he is simply in a state of alienation from himself and his own name. he no longer feels like "dude." no one calls him his name anymore, so he feels disconnected.

however, it could be viewed as dude saying that isn't his name either, just something he's called.

this fanfic has it, for reasons i'm not sure, that dude is originally a city man. so, they called him, because of his soft heart, "pure city dude" and it got shortened from there.

now, i'm not fully with this headcanon. dude doesn't strike me as a man that ever lived in a big city. he doesn't dress that way and he definitely doesn't talk that way. he's a country boy. he's likely too old to have lived in this town his whole life, so he's probably from somewhere else in texas or in somewhere otherwise rural.

i think it's cute though. dude is a soft-hearted guy.

now, most of the characters are going on nicknames.

"feathers" is a name given to her due to her description on her handbill. she doesn't want to reveal her true identity.

"stumpy" is a nickname of unknown origin. my guess is it's a joke on his bum leg somehow, or maybe a nickname on his last name.

i think "colorado" might be a nickname. his father, "rocky" ryan, has a nickname (he's called that because he's from around the area of the rockies in denver, colorado). also, wheeler at one point says "ryan, who you call colorado". either way, ryan is a part of his real name though.

john t. chance, pat wheeler, carlos robante, consuelo robante, and joe and nathan burdette are the only characters who are definitely using their real names.

so, is dude his real name? hard to say.

[mysticovo]

💥Bakugou x Villain Reader Headcanons + Fic 💥

”Can I have bakugou x villain reader” Requested by a friend! This is the second fanfic I’ve wrote so please keep that in mind ( ・∇・)

(Q/n) - quirk name.

(F/s) - fav snack

(V/n) - villain name

(e/c) - eye color

(h/c) - hair color

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You used to be a student at UA. You had Aizawa last year but was expelled because he thought you weren’t good enough. The rest of the class returned that upcoming year but you didn’t. Your parents were heroes, they went to UA. They weren’t anywhere near the top ten , more in the 90s-80s. But they were disappointed in you. You were the first in your class to leave, you were always ranked last. It was a miracle that you had even got in. It was probably due to being a legacy. Everyday after was a constant fight. At some point, you had enough. You weren’t going to deal with their crap anymore. You packed a backpack with some (f/s), clothes and your old hero outfit. If you wanted you could become some sort of vigilante.

After a week on the streets, you had settled in an alley. It was raining. You had your knees to your chest and your head was laying on them. You just wanted to sleep. You heard someone walking but ignored it. Suddenly the raining stoped above you. Someone was holding an umbrella above you. Or two people? Their was a blonde girl with space buns and a taller man wearing a grey and navy bodysuit that covered his face.

“Heyyy, are you ok?” the girl said. I felt like I recognized her.

“What does it look like?” I snapped back.

“Geez just asking, any-wayy what are you doing here? You look at least 16!”

You sighed and got up. You grabbed your bag then started to walk away. That girl was getting annoying. So far the man said nothing, to me at least. As you started to walk away you heard him whisper to the blonde. You heard running behind me but before you could look behind me it went black.

(First person, cuz it’s just a tiny bit easier)

I woke up in a what seemed to be a bar. I was laying down in a booth. Everything hurt. It felt like I was hit with a truck. An eighteen wheeler to be specific. The sounds of arguing slowly entered my ears. I couldn’t really figure out what they were saying but I think it had something to do with me. I sat up and looked at my surroundings, a blue haired man was gesturing at me and looked like he was about to kill a man. I then saw the space buns from that girl in the next booth. Another man sat on a stool listening to the one sided arguments. He had burns on his face and arms. It looked like he also had staples on them.

~Weird fashion choice~ I thought. “Hello?” I said, hoping to catch their attention. The girl with space buns turned around and smiled at me.

“ You’re finally awake!” She exclaimed, “ We’ve been waiting for ages and Mr. Crusty lip can’t stop yelling at us.”

“ Why couldn’t I get away from you?” I pleaded.

“Kay… well I wanted to say that we had a something for you!”

The blue haired man chimed in, “ Your parents are (insert name), right?”

“Yeah why?” I asked.

“ I thought I recognized you. I heard their child was expelled from UA. Is that why you were on the streets?” He answered.

He was really getting on my nerves now.

“Why do you care?” I replied, getting angrier by the second.

“ I just thought that their child would’ve at least made it farther than one term. You didn’t even get your hero license.” He teased, “ No wonder they left you there. I would be ashamed, too.”

I finally had enough and used (Q/n) on him. He dodged out of the way and I hit the wall behind him instead.

“ Just what I thought” He said, “ How would you like to join the League of Villians?”

“What?” I asked, not believing I heard him correctly.

“ Look you can’t be a hero, but you can become a villain. Think of it, maybe you could get revenge on some of your old classmates, teachers and even your parents if you wanted to.” He explained, gesturing as he approached me,” And if you don’t accept the offer, I’m afraid we’ll have to resort to another plan.”

I raked it over in my mind. Die or join the LOV.

“ Fine.” I spat out.

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When you first meet

You’ve been in the league for the last 4 months, already making a name for yourself as (v/n).

They decided that you could come on the attack on the USJ.

You found out that Aizawa’s new class was training there

After the entire fight, you and the others start to retreat. When suddenly you hear a screaming noise out of nowhere. A man that looked like an angry pomeranian was fighting some of the other villains with explosions.

You thought that was an amazing quirk. He kind of reminded you of yourself back in your first year, except you didn’t bully people.

Suddenly he began charging towards you.

”You damn villains!” He yelled while fighting you.

Using your quirk you tried to get him away from you. He tried using his quirk at the same time and suddenly your hair was on fire.

You managed to dodge his entire attack, and quickly tried putting out your burning (h/c) hair.

Every attack he sent your way you dodged it even when you were focused on the flames.

It amazed him that you could do that.

Out of nowhere you were pulled through one of Kurogiri’s portals.

Frenemies

After that interaction you kept fighting him , and he kept fighting you.

It’s like you two were becoming frenemies.

When the dust man convinced you to come to the mall with him, you the explosion man. Through the news and Shiggy you learned his name was Bakugou.

You ended up trying to talk with him. Did it work? Yes. Did he try to kill you? Surprisingly he didn’t. I guess he didn’t want to ruin his weekend.

You ended up sharing your name and just talked about random stuff.

After that day, your fights were more of a training match. Seeing who would win.

He definitely kept score of who won so he could rub it in your face that he was better.

If you aren’t causing to much trouble he probably won’t do much or anything at all.

When he got kidnapped by the league, you just stayed out of it. Only talking to him about how everything was going.

You kind of thought it was cool when his friends broke him out.

After that day you both felt something blossom within you, or explode. ( haha get it, cuz of his quirk)

Crushing/dating

He didn’t realize it until Mina said something.

Everyone thought that he acted weirdly around you. He didn’t treat anyone else like that.

You realized it after talking to Toga and twice. They kind of told you that it wasn’t a normal friendly feeling to have for one of your friends.

After that you kind of went easier on each other or met up at the mall in secret.

You never told each other the plans of your respected sides.

It was like a truce during every meeting.

You had to make a move first. During one of your meetings you gave him a gift bag and then quickly left. It had his favorite candy in it and a love letter.

He didn’t know how to go about it. So he went to the only people who would know. ( the girls obvi)

He didn’t reveal your identity of course. Just said that he had a crush on a friend and they had one on him back.

They had helped him pick a nicer outfit and conjure his own love letter.

He acted like a tsundere when he gave it to you.

While you read it he sort of just stood there looking bored.

After that day you began dating him.

You had cafe dates and didn’t actually try to hurt him. If you did, you’d meet up at a shared spot (rooftop, alleyway, house, etc) and patch him up.

He doesn’t really like pda or affection.

He’s obvi a tsundere, like if he wasn’t what else would he be?

He bring you gifts or do stuff for you but would pretend to not care about it or what you thought of it.

Deep down he really cared about you.

He said I love you first by accident.

You gave him something he’s been wanting for months and it just slipped out.

In the future, you’d probably become a vigilante or something so you could be closer to him. Or even try reapplying to UA.

The end

How was it guys? Sorry if it was super long. I wanted to give some backstory and stuff. Remember my ask box is open and you can also request things in the comments! Till next time, bai!!!!!

[princesspuresarahk]

Fairly Odd Parents Stories

Deep in The Heart of Texas

by Maki and Bug a Fanfic story au inspired by her FOP au

Chapter: 2 Let’s get ready to Go!

Soon Thursday came and the school bell rang for the students to go home as Timmy, Michelle, and Vernon were walking out the doors Timmy saw a big red pickup truck pulling up in front of them it was her Dad to pick them up Timmy excitedly called out “Dad~!” She loved her Dad's truck especially when they got to go on trips with it "Hey Timmy! Michelle, Vernon I called your folks they said that ya’ll pack yer things ready to go so we'll be going to pick up your bags and get them in the truck.'' surprising Vernon “O-oh! Thank you, Mister Turner…!” responded Michelle did the same “Thanks so much Mr. Turner!” she cheered as did Timmy “Awesome~!” They climbed inside the big red four-wheeler "OK y'all buckle up Michelle since you're closer we'll stop by your place first and then head to yours, Vernon." As he started up the vehicle and headed to Michelle's house Michelle was texting her ex-babysitter Laurence—as she calls him Larie—that she would be off to a trip with her friends. Timmy was very surprised when she learned about her friend's crush on her babysitter and when Michelle asked her about Vick it was a bit awkward for Timmy as it questioned her relationship with her ex-babysitter and left her a bit flustered when she thought about it, but the 12-year-old decided to leave the topic alone for time being as it was causing her hormones to act strange (I haven’t talked to Vick before….)Before he left for college and though she was relieved to finally be free of him there were times she thought about him and how despite him being a tyrant he had some sort of nice moments with him Timmy thought over if she should call… but the thought brushed off. Soon they pulled up to Michelle's house where her parents were already outside with her suitcases waving to her as she got out to get her things in the truck and hug her parents goodbye "Now is there anything that you need to get before you go?" Mr. Turner asked as he helped load the bags up in the truck Michelle looked over her things “Hmmm…! Nope, sir! It’s all good~!” Mr.Turner nodded “All right then we'll see y'all in 2 weeks!” He waved as Michelle gave her parents one more goodbye hug and kiss before getting back into the truck as they headed to Vernon's home Timmy noticed Vernon’s nervous self, concerned. So she decided to calmly ask him what was wrong “Vernon are you okay, are you just nervous about the trip?"Vernon looks at her “Ah… well, it’s just that… it’s my first time having a trip without my parents…or other cool kids. (that part he whispered without them hearing ) Mr.Turner looked at him in the window a light smile on his face "Don't worry about it Vernon you're going to have a great time on this trip and you'll love the ranch trust me son it's going to be an adventure a lifetime there's nothing to worry about ah’ite." He replied giving Vernon a smile with encouragement Timmy found it nice (the same kind of smile he gave to me) whenever she was feeling nervous about something Timmy remembered how stressed Vernon had been since Elementary School year… he has been obsessed with surpassing Tristan, he once had an eating disorder and brief hair loss. But ever since her godparents helped him out he's been distancing himself from the popular kids and becoming his own person he looked to be getting better now in 7th grade his weight and hair have gotten healthier and his self-esteem had risen giving him good self-confidence in himself into becoming a better person.

His valley boy accent replaced with his real Southern one, no longer dyed his hair blond as his hair is back to ash brown. And he stopped using blue eye contact lenses, revealing deep forest green eyes. Much to his mother’s disdain but his father was okay with it and even encouraged it. As she looked at Vernon from the mirror she could tell Vernon was smiling from her father's heartening words. And speaking of his parents, they arrived at Vernon’s house. It wasn’t as big as Tristan’s but still, it was fitting for people above the average class could live. Mr. Turner greeted them as he got out of the truck shook Mr. Star's hand and asked Vernon the same question "Now is there anything that you need to get before we go?" As he lifted the bags onto his shoulders and into the back with Michelle's before he could speak, his mother called out her son. Nervous, Vernon approached his mother Mrs. Star “Ye..yes mother?" Mrs. Vernon remained silent until she gave him a light hug as she spoke; “Be safe…” Mr.Turner reassured them “Don't worry y'all we'll make sure to call you as soon as we can get in Texas .'' that's when Vernon realized that whenever Mr. Turner was talking that he had a southern accent coming out but it wasn't Southern Californian accent it was Texan! He didn't know Mr. Turner had an accent as Timmy grabbed his hand “Come on, V~!” Mr. Star hugged his son “Have a wonderful trip, lil’ man!” And secretly nudged his son’s side as he whispered “And good luck with your dream gal~” Vernon blushed as he said goodbye to his parents Vernon got back in the truck and they headed out waving his parents goodbye as they were driving Mr. Turner decided to put on some music as a soothing country song started to play "All right y'all we got to head to the store so you kids can pick out some snacks for the trip we're going to try to make as little stops as possible only stopping for bathroom breaks so if you get hungry well have plenty of snacks and drinks in the cooler."

they pulled up to the store and found a parking spot " Plus we won't be cooking tonight we’ll be picking up some pizzas for dinner as a special treat.” Man Timmy’s dad is awesome as they both said Cool~! Once inside Mr. Turner grabbed a basket to get what they needed "I'm going to go get some cases of water and a few other things you kids go together and pick out the snacks you want to bring and meet me at check out in 30 minutes okay .?" All nodded as they planned on what snacks they could get. Timmy’s gerbil hoped to have more nuts, grains and fruits to stuff himself. He tugged on her shirt getting her attention pointing to a bag of honey-roasted pecans asking if they could get some along with a bag of baked pumpkin seeds Timmy agreed “Aww, sure~ let’s get them!” Eddie squeaked in delight. Getting the two bags she also went to produce “Let me also get a bag of tangerines, a bag of Dil pickle chips and a small bottle case of fruit punch Gatorade” As she came back to see what Michelle and Vernon got Michelle got several cans of ginger ale soda and few bags of popcorns with diverse flavors from range of butter to caramel. Eddie's mouth watered as he developed a liking for popcorn ever since he became a human and got to try it when Timmy took him to see a movie theater once. Vernon got himself an orange ade with a bag of curly fries and with small ketchup case to dip with. Once they were sure that they got what they needed they headed to the checkout aisle where Mr. Turner was waiting for them in his basket were two cases of water bottles a big bag of pepper beef deer jerky along with a few stuff to make sandwiches "okay kids ya’ll go ahead and put your stuff in the basket once checked out we also need to get some gas cuz I just remembered that there's only half a tank in the truck so we'll need to fill up before we leave tomorrow." He hands the car keys to Timmy " Timmy you and your friends can go wait out in the truck while I'm waiting in line this might be a little bit can you do that for me, baby girl?" Timmy saluted “Sure thing, Dad!” Once they were at the truck Timmy got a call from her Mom “Hi Mom what is it?" Her Mother answered “Hello, sweetie! Did you get all your need?” “Yes, ma'am Dad is in check out and will be out in any minute now." “All right sweetie I'll see you when you get home okay love you” she commented "Love you too mom," When she hung up her Father arrived right on time as he put the groceries in the back of the trunk and tipped the carrier for helping carry out the bags and got in the truck “okay kids we got everything in while we're on our way to get some gas well go ahead and order at Miss Toni's so what kind of pizza will you guys wants?” Miss Toni's was a popular pizza place that made amazing traditional pizza as it had good prices you can get a large pizza for only $10 Timmy asks Michelle and Vernon about their orders “What would you two wanna have?” Michelle explained, “I'd like a margarita with bell peppers please.” Vernon “Ah… well… if it has a lot of cheese, it’s fine for me.” feeling a bit unsure.

Timmy reassured him “Don’t worry, it does have a lot of cheese~” Vernon smiled Timmy always knew what he liked “Okay Dad and for me a pepperoni please." Mr. Turner nodded as he called the pizza place and set an order for one margarita with bell peppers, one double cheese, and one classic pepperoni once that was settled they arrived at the gas station where Mr. Turner filled up the tank and bought a second gallon for the road once fueled up they headed to the pizza place where their orders were ready for them and since Mr. Turner is really good friends with the owner gave them some free soda pops, as they headed home where Mrs. Turner was waiting for them with the rest of the bags to put in the truck by then it was already 7:00 in the evening "alright me your Father and I are going to go ahead and load up the truck so you and your friends can go ahead inside and eat we'll see you inside in a bit ." kissing her daughter on the head Timmy helped carry the pizzas inside while Michelle and Vernon got their bags for the night Timmy set the boxes on the table “Pizzas’ ready, guys~!” Getting out the paper plates the kids got their slices and sat in the living room to eat while they were eating Michelle and Vernon were curious to learn more about Timmy's grandparent’s ranch so Vernon asked “Say….. Timmy.. have you been to your grandparents' ranch before?” Timmy replied “Yes many times I grew up there as long as I can remember( heck she was almost born there if her Dad wasn't panicking and lost their car keys thankfully they got to the nearest hospital in time when her Dad was able to find his old motorcycle and get her Mom to the hospital ) I came there every summer and Holiday until I was 8-9 yrs old every day was an adventure there Vernon” he and Michelle “O-ohh…” in wonder as Timmy continued “there's also many places to explore and see, I can't wait to show you guys.” Watching her excitedly telling, Vernon's cheeks blush a little…Soon after Mr. and Mrs. Turner came into the living room with their plates smiling that the kids were having fun talking as their daughter told her friends more about the ranch, once everyone was done eating Mrs. Turner cleared her throat to get their attention " Kay kids now that we're all done eating we're going to have to go ahead and get ready for bed we got a long 23 hours tomorrow so have to turn in early as we’ll be getting up very early in the morning so go ahead throw those plates away head to the bathrooms to shower, teeth brushed and ready for bed we're all going to need a good night sleep ." Timmy suddenly got an idea “would it be okay if we can sleep in the living room tonight?" "Of course dear as long as you head to bed once you've settled in.” Timmy gave a "Thanks~!" Michelle and Timmy went first to take showers and brushing their teeth, changed into their nightwear. Once done Vernon went next later the three of them were in the living room snuggled up in the sleeping bags and pillows it was 8:30 now and they were already tired as Mrs.Turner turned off the light wishing them a good night " Have a good night kids sleep well." She said quietly as she went upstairs to get ready for bed and Eddie went over to curl up against Timmy as Vernon and Michelle had already fallen asleep "Good night Eddie sweet dreams my sweet little gerbil." She whispered giving Eddie a tiny little kiss as she drifted off to sleep Eddie smiled as he slept, dreaming of the paradise field of grains and other foods.

Chapter:3 On the open road.

The gang heads down to Texas.

credit to the lovely and amazing https://jknerd.tumblr.com/ of her amazing FOP au

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One thing that I've been having a lot of thoughts about how wealth is considered with the stranger things characters in fandom space. Like a lot of fics seem to portray Steve as really rich and everyone else as really poor which just isn't true in canon.

Yes, Steve is shown from early in s1 to come from a rich family. He lives in a big house with a pool, he drives a 1983 BMW 733i, which from my research initially retailed for a little over $34,000 when it first launched. And that is an insanely expensive car for a teenager to be driving around (in today's money that is the equivalent of around $102,000-calculated using in2013dollars inflation calculator). And in s2, his father is implied to own a company. I personally feel Steve was written as rich to be the contrast to Jonathan in a rich asshole vs poor nice guy way (but that's a whole other post, and Jonathan wasn't really a nice guy in s1 because those photos). And after s2 Steve's wealth isn't really mentioned other than seeing his car.

And yes there are characters that are poor. We are always shown that the Byers are poor, especially with the house, the clothes and the cars. We are told that Max comes from a poor family in s2, and shown the drop into poverty in s4 with moving into the trailer and her mom working two jobs. We are shown that Eddie is poor with him living in a trailer with his uncle. And in s4 we are told that Robin considers herself poor (over the driving- she says she doesn't have a licence because she is poor).

We're never really shown or told much about Dustin's financial situation, but it appears to be better than that of the Byers, and of Max.

But we are told that the Wheelers are well off. It's implied early on because of the size of the house and how nice it is, but in s3 Jonathan says that Mr Wheeler "earns 6 figures." And from that, they are at a minimum Upper Middle Class. I can't find figures from the 80's but in 2005 $100,000 was considered the lower threshold for upper middle class. So they are anything but struggling. But I see in fanfics a lot, especially surrounding Nancy and the older teens, Mike and Nancy are written as if they are facing financial insecurity. As if they, alongside the others, have to rely on Steve to provide for them when they're hanging out as a group and to pay for all the fun stuff.

And the Sinclairs it's kinda the same as the Wheelers. We're not told as much about their situation, but we're told in s1 that they live in the same neighborhood as the Wheelers, and their house is shown to be a decent size and it's a nice house as well. So they are also implied to be comfortable financially.

I don't know, I guess I'm just tired of seeing the same trope in fics where everyone is acting like they have no money and need Steve to cover them, despite canon showing two of the families be quite well off.

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Hello!

My name is Miranda, and I use they/them pronouns (she/her are alright but not preferred). I am a 23 year old artist from the US. I am bisexual and non-binary (incase you'd like queer moots c:). I have migrated from twitter's platform.

While I am very active in the Stranger Things fandom, I also enjoy several others. So if you're a moot from twitter, fair warning you'll see other subjects too.

I typically do not write or draw things that are NSFW/MDNI, however if I do it will be marked with that tag in large print first. **I will reblog MDNI/NSFW/18+ Content, so please be aware of anything I reblog, if I don't see a tag on it claiming it is mature, I will try to add one before reposting(i.e with a caption added while reblogging, not uploading it as my own!!). It can be really intense content/written work sometimes, so please keep yourself safe, first and foremost.

I also really love ships/fanfic (why I'm here lol). That includes topics like: same sex couples, couples that are transgender, any ship that explores gender as a topic, interacial couples, kink exploration, and sometimes toxic ships (Like Robin and Carol from Stranger Things). I don't post art on the account connected to twitter but if I decide to, I will post art exploring similar themes. If these topics bother you, don't follow. (I don't want people who are transphobic/homophobic/racist/antisemitic/xenophobic/sexist following me)

Fandoms included but are not limited to:

-Stranger Things *Characters that are most prominent (Steve Harrington;Robin Buckely; Eddie Munson; Wayne Munson; Dustin Henderson; Erica Sinclair; Lucas Sinclair; Max Mayfield; Jim Hopper; Joyce Byers; Will Byers; Jonathan Byers; Nancy Wheeler)

-Marvel Comics/MCU *Characters that are most prominent (Daredevil; Matt Murdock; Foggy Nelson; Elektra Natchios; Moon Knight; Mr. Knight; Steven Grant; Marc Spector; Jake Lockley; Iron Man; Tony Stark; Venom; Eddie Brock;Spider-Man; Pick who is behind the mask, I like most of them lmao)

-DC Comics/ DCEU *Characters that are most prominent (Jason Todd; Red Hood; Tim Drake; Batman; Bruce Wayne; Nightwing; Dick Grayson; Bane; Court of Owls; League of Assassins; Roy Harper; Arsenal; Alfred Pennyworth; Green Arrow; Oliver Queen; Catwoman; Selina Kyle; Posion Ivy)

-Watcher/Buzzfeed Unsolved/The Hot Daga

-Star Wars *Featured Media (Clone Wars/Andor/The Mandalorian/Episodes 1-9/Rebels/Visions/Bad Batch)

*I try to avoid talking about the actors themselves to avoid intense parasocial relationships. That being said, I'm sure I'll reblog a picture of Joe Keery or get excited over Oscar Issac's new project. It's a boundary I have to keep it limited for myself, doesn't mean I'm not a fan too ;) *

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I posted 4,501 times in 2022

That's 1,213 more posts than 2021!

39 posts created (1%)

4,462 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 2,521 of my posts in 2022

Only 44% of my posts had no tags

#stranger things - 759 posts

#batman - 207 posts

#our flag means death - 149 posts

#arcane - 112 posts

#tiger and bunny - 103 posts

#moon knight - 92 posts

#do revenge - 57 posts

#midnight mass - 54 posts

#tlovm - 48 posts

#a court of fey and flowers - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#he looks at her shocked & delighted and she rolls her eye & is like ‘looks like its safe to eat your royal stalker’ but shes hiding a smile

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

What other characters fit this shape

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75 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#4

So I’m just now getting into Critical Role with the release of Calamity and very overwhelmed as to where to start (do I need to watch the hundreds of hours of content from start to finish?? If someone can suggest how to go about that, that would be great) but I decided to watch the Legend of Vox Machina.

Now I’ve been in the circles of people who love this for a while so I’ve seen content for TLOVM and I remember when it came out

So tell me why I only saw people THIRSTING. GOING CRAZY OVER PERCY-which yeah fair- BUT I SAW NOT A PEEP ABOUT VAX????

98 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

#3

“I think,” Eddie declares, bursting into the room making his way to where Steve is laying on his bed. He’s relaxed against some pillows and has a magazine in his hands.

“Oh no” Steve blandly, flipping a page. Eddie flops on top of him, making the other yelp. Shuffling until he was comfortable, Steve holds the magazine up out of the way. He settles when he’s laying on Steve’s chest, chin perched on folded arms to look up at him.

“Rude” he huffs. “I think, that baby Byers has a crush on Gareth.”

That makes his boyfriend actually put down the magazine. “Your drummer?” He hums an affirmative. “He’s too old for Will!”

Protective Mama bear mode activated. Eddie laughs to himself. “Not to worry dear, Gareth has no interest. But it’s good news!”

“Will liking older men is not good news”

“He’s not that much older. And you say that like he hasn’t crushed on you” the magazine makes a return, rolled up to slap the top of Eddie’s head. “Ow.”

“Explain to me how this is a good thing.”

“It means he’s at least a little over Wheeler! He’s expanding his pallet. It’s a cause for celebration.”

“How did you even figure this out?”

“It was subtle,” he grins impishly “at first. A few glances during Hellfire Meetings, nothing to write home about. But the kiddos came to the garage to see us practice today.”

Steve sighs despairingly “And he was enchanted by the drummer”

A delighted laugh at his word choice springs from Eddies mouth. “Exactly that.”

“We should talk to him”

“We can. But don’t you want to see the baby gay in action before we do? It’d be so cute when it’s not so painful like how it was with mike”

“The sooner the better”

“Fiiiine”

365 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#2

Jonathan: so you’re dating Eddie now?

Steve: yeah, and you worked things out with Nancy?

Jonathan: yeah man.

Steve: that’s great! Uh… what’s with the sweater guy?

Jonathan: Argyle? He’s sticking around

Steve: is it like how Robin is my platonic soulmate but she will sleep in the same bed as me and Eddie sometimes?

Jonathan: dude! Argyle calls it platonic life partners! And we do that too actually

Steve:

Jonathan:

Both, high-fiving: nice!

667 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jason: Hey Timbers, heard you have a boyfriend now

Tim: oh my god why

Jason: which has me thinking, I can’t call you Timbers anymore unless you’re side by side with him, that’s like your celebrity relationship name now!

Tim: …

Steph, who reads fanfiction regularly: Ooooh like a ship!

Jason, who has written Jane Austen fanfics on AO3 on the down low: a ship?

Steph: don’t play dumb with me, Mr. “BingleysBussyBoy”

2,731 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

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