#and mike cries who cheered!

[holyvirgilscriptures]

when they get older mike complains over his graying hair and his wrinkles and crow's feet, and will kisses the pout off his lips and tells him he looks beautiful. mike scoffs and turns away, thinking will is just saying this to appease his whining, but will grabs mike's face and makes it clear to him that he genuinely means it. because aside from the fact that mike would always be beautiful to him — just being able to grow old with mike is the most beautiful thing in the world to will. it's all he's wanted since he was a kid. so with each new white hair, each new wrinkle formed — it's another reminder to will that his childhood dream has come true. it's another reminder that will byers is spending his forever with mike wheeler.

#and mike cries who cheered! #byler #byler headcanon #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #older byler #virgil.scripture

[ladykailitha]

The Harrington Pattern Part 9

As you guys wanted, here's me doubling up on posting days. It will (hopefully) be twelve hours apart so that each chapter can get some love.

In this chapter we have a lot of flirting between Eddie and Steve. The Party being "meh" *shrugs shoulders* at Steve being bi. And Robin being the most soulmate a guy could ask for.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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That night they were all gathered to watch the amateur theatrical society put on Much Ado About Nothing.

Even the ones who had been reluctant to join in were doubled over in laughter at the trick the Prince pulled on Beatrice and Benedict. The way they cried when Hero was accused of cheated on Claudio. And cheered when it was resolved happily ever after.

Mike complained about it all the way to the car. “We were forced to read this play in eighth grade and I hated it. I never knew it was funny.”

Eddie put his arm around his shoulder. “That is the unfortunate side effect of the education system. They suck the joy out of all of everything.”

“Normally I’m rolling my eyes at Eddie’s rants,” Robin said, “but I’m going to have to agree with him on this one. They just want sanitized versions of everything.”

Steve nodded. “Like what’s with the jump in American history when we stop in eighth grade at the Civil War and then all the way to WWII in eleventh grade, with only a brief mention of WWI as it related to WWII. Are they really trying to tell us that nothing happened in those eighty years of note? Like the fuck?”

Mike blinked at him. “Holy shit, I never even realized.”

The kids looked around at each other in shock.

“They push math and science,” Eddie continued, “but shit on everything else, except sports.”

He winced when realized what he had said. He looked over at Steve with an apology on his lips, but Steve was nodding.

“And they have to be the right sports, too,” Steve agreed. “Wrestling, swimming, soccer...anything outside the big three baseball, football, or basketball. Trust me, I got a lot of flack on being on the swim team. It was ‘gay’.”

“What?” Will squawked. “Why?”

Eddie licked his lips. “Little, teeny, tiny uniforms.” He emphasized the point holding his fingers not that far apart.

Dustin snorted. “Can’t be any worse than the basketball shorts.”

Steve looked upwards as he chewed on the bottom of his lip.

Dustin’s eyes bulged out of his head. “How much worse are we talking about here?”

“Speedo.”

Lucas frowned. “What the fuck is a Speedo?”

Eddie was practically vibrating in his skin. “Can I tell them, Stevie? Can I please?”

Steve let out a little sigh. The sigh the Party lovingly called his mom sigh. It was the sound he made when he knew no mater what he did it was going to end badly for him, so he just...let it happen.

He waved at Eddie to go ahead.

“Instead of swim trunks, that have a leg on them,” Eddie crowed, “Speedos are swim underpants. They cover the junk, the ass, and that’s it.”

“And you deliberately wore these things?” Max asked in interest. More interest than Lucas or any of the guys were comfortable with.

“I’m good at it,” Steve said, blush creeping up his ears and down his throat from the stain on his cheeks. “The uniform wasn’t as bad Eddie’s making it out to be.”

Gareth snorted. “Nope, they really are that bad. There was a period of time where–”

Eddie slammed his hand over Gareth’s mouth. “There’s no need to tell them about that, Gare.”

Steve looked over at Brian.

“Your senior year Eddie forced all of Hellfire to watch your meets.”

“Bri!” Eddie protested.

Steve looked over at Eddie and raised an eyebrow. “You like the...what was you it called it,” he said tapping his finger on his lips, “the ‘little, teeny, tiny’ uniform, Eds?”

Eddie threw his arms in the air. “I am but a gay man in a small town, so sue me!”

“I always preferred the lifeguard uniforms at the community pool,” Steve said. “Less wedgies.”

“Babe,” Eddie scoffed, “those shorts and tank left very little to the imagination. At least with the Speedo you knew what you were getting. With the lifeguard uniform it was all fantasy.”

Steve laughed. “I bet you were the kind who faked drowning to get CPR from their favorite lifeguard.”

“I can honestly say, I’ve never done that.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked all smiles. “Can you prove that?”

Eddie got up close to him and whispered, “Yeah, darlin’. I think I would have remembered you rescuing me before the Upside Down.” He winked at him and sauntered off. The rest of the band hastily said their goodbyes and hurried after their ride home.

Steve’s face was as red as his old life guard uniform. “Right. Let’s get home, yeah?”

Dustin eye’s narrowed at him for a moment. “Steve Harrington, are you crushing on my DM?”

The remaining eight looked at Dustin in shock.

“Dude!” Will hissed. “You can’t just ask that in public! What if someone overheard you?”

Dustin looked around and waved his hand around him. “There is literally no one here. I wouldn’t do that if I didn’t think it was a safe time to ask. But I’m going home with my mom as soon as she gets here and I will not be stymied.”

Steve ducked his head. “And if I did like boys, that would be okay with everyone?”

Everyone just looked around at each other and there was this collective shrug.

“Do you still like girls?” Max asked, genuinely curious.

Steve nodded shyly.

Lucas frowned. “You can like both?”

“Like David Bowie!” El said with her serene smile. “He likes both. Freddie Mercury from Queen, too.”

Steve snapped his fingers. “Exactly like that, El!”

Her smile grew.

“It’s okay if you like Eddie that way,” Mike said softly.

All the heads snapped to look at him.

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, okay. I have a lot to work on regarding the whole Lucas thing, but I’m not a complete ass.”

“Thank you,” El said and kissed his cheek. “You just have a lot growing up to do. We all do. We just need to give each other the chances to do so safely. Or at least that’s what Joyce keeps telling me.”

Steve gave her a hug. “Thanks, Supergirl.”

He looked out at all his friends. The people who were more his family then his own parents.

“I might have a small...” he raised his finger and thumb, “crush on a certain metalhead DM who recently joined the Party in March...”

Robin scoffed. “And by little he means huge!” She spread out her arms all the way out.

Dustin’s head snapped around to Steve. “If you two get together, he better treat you right. You deserve it.”

Steve blinked. Considering how Dustin had worded his original question, he had been sure that Dustin was going to him not to break Eddie’s heart.

He gave Dustin a hug and kissed the top of his head.

He really shouldn’t have doubted this kid.

Just then, Claudia pulled up in her station wagon and Dustin, El, Will and Mike all piled in after saying their goodbyes.

“He totally has the hots for you, by the way,” Max said dryly.

Steve blinked at her for a moment. “How do you know that? Does he spend all his days learning alt rock on his guitar or something for me?”

Max just blinked at him. “Huh. You aren’t as stupid as I thought.” And then she just started walking toward the car.

Steve scratched his cheek thoughtfully. “So to make sure I got this right, Max is saying Eddie has the hots for me because he’s been learning my favorite songs for me on his guitar?”

“That’s what it sounded like to me, man,” Lucas said with a half shrug.

“I’m with Lucas on this one,” Robin agreed. “So maybe you should do what I’ve been suggesting for the last three weeks and you know ASK HIM OUT!”

Lucas giggled.

“Shush you,” Steve admonished. “Get to the car.” He pointed at Robin. “You are spending the night with me to help plan out something cool.”

Robin saluted and Lucas just rolled his eyes and they all walked to the car to end another great night at the fair.

****

“Let’s play to your strengths,” Robin said, sitting cross-legged on Steve’s bed.

“Sports, sewing, and history,” Steve said, ticking them off on his fingers. “Fat lot of good that’s going to do me. It’s not as though I can whip out something overnight as a token of my affection.”

She rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t have to be something fancy. You could do something small. Like maybe use that fancy red thread you got at the weavers yesterday.”

He blushed. “I wouldn’t know where to start. Everything I know how to make is either winter stuff or something he’d never use.”

“He uses that handkerchief all the time,” Robin pointed out. “You could do something like that.”

Steve flopped dramatically on his back. “Not if he knew it was made from that fancy thread I got. He’d want to protect it.”

Robin had to give him that one. Because that would be an Eddie thing to do. And while the sentiment was sweet it would make Steve sad that he never used it.

Suddenly Steve sat up. “Oh!”

She blinked at him. “What’s ‘oh’?”

“He was telling me just last week,” he explained, “that the bag he used to hold all his dice for their game got a hole in it and it kept spilling the dice all over the inside of his backpack!”

Robin grinned. “Let’s pick out the best material to match that pretty thread.”

Steve nodded. “I just have to make a quick phone call to find out how big the bag should be and I can have this done in no time at all.”

He called Dustin and told him his idea. Dustin was ecstatic and told him everything he needed to know.

Robin and Steve then dug into his material stores and picked out a nice black felt and a satin red lining to make doubly sure Eddie wouldn’t lose the dice down the gaping maw that was his backpack.

He then showed Robin how to make patterns and cut them. Then he got to work.

Even with how easily Robin got bored, she watched the whole time with fascination. How he embroidered his pattern into what would be the front of the bag. How quickly and evenly Steve stitched the pieces of cloth together. He explained the process every step of the way and her eyes just lit up.

He turned the bag right side out and fitted it with silver draw string. He pulled it taut and held it up to Robin to see.

She reached out and gently took it from him. “That’s so cool. You do a bunch of these at work and send them to Katie as way to gauge reactions to your work, while you make bigger pieces.”

Steve licked his lips. “You really think these would sell?”

“And I think Eddie would be pleased as punch that he got the first official Harrington Pattern design.”

Steve took it back from her and smiled. “That would make it even more special, wouldn’t it?”

Robin grinned. “Yes, yes it would.”

He threw his arms around her. “You’re the best soulmate anyone could possibly ask for.”

She blushed but held him tight. “You too, Stevie.”

When Steve finally pulled back he tapped his finger on his lips. “Now what to make you.”

Robin squealed. “But you already made something awesome. The pirate costume was amazing, you don’t have to do more just because you made Eddie something.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yes, but I just tailored the clothes. I didn’t make them. I want to make you something.”

She scoffed. “Like the only thing I need are gloves for marching band. Since I have to have hand-me-downs, they are either too tight or way too big.”

His eyes lit up. “I’ve never made gloves before. That would be fun and interesting to try.”

“How would you even measure something like that?” Robin asked, a small amount of hope creeping into her voice.

Steve grinned. “Do you remember those ugly ass hand turkeys they made us draw in elementary school?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Just. Like. That.”

Her eyes went wide. “Wait are you serious?”

Steve just grinned.

****

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

I'm not 100% sure my history experience in school is universal in the US, but in order to bridge the gap you actually had to an elective history class called Twentieth Century. Like it was straight up bullshit. And before you ask, you can bet your ass I took that class. It was taught by my favorite teacher. Of course I took that class.

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[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 90

Part 1 Part 89

For a group who’s routinely suffered through supernatural shenanigans, they’re not getting any better at these planning sessions. They always take too long and devolve into yelling at each other.

“Why don’t we just go in and turn the heater on?” Max asks, gesturing toward Will’s house like she couldn’t care less about any of this. “You heard that girl, you need to warm him up.”

“Yeah, we need to cut the connection before Supergirl closes the gate,” Eddie says, gesturing jerkily toward where Wayne had driven away. He doesn’t look away from Steve as he runs his hands up and down any visible skin, like just the heat of his own body will bring Steve back. “Run a bath or something, we’ve just gotta make it fast.”

“He’s a spy,” Will says, interjecting what everyone else seems to have forgotten, he talks right over Dustin’s squawked “he’s a what?” to finish, “if he knows where we are, the dogs can find us again.”

That finally gets Eddie to look his way. “But they’re dead,” he says, peeking out the van door to look at the corpses littering the ground, shadowed by the falling darkness. 

Carol scoffs, shouldering her way into the van. She uses the heel of her shoe to kick the Demodog corpse out of the van before settling into one of the vacant seats that’s clear of glass. “You’re crazy if you think that’s all there is, Munson.”

Barbara follows her in, squeezing Steve’s shoulder as she passes and settles into the seat beside Carol, dropping the nailed bat between her spread thighs, but keeping her hand around it, ready to squeeze. 

Will watches the two girls, transfixed. They’re both splattered with blood and shiny with sweat, leaning into each other like that’s where they belong. Will’s heard Eddie complain about Carol that he knows it shouldn’t work.

Carol’s stuck up. Carol’s preppy. Carol’s conceited, all in long-winded rants that Steve just sighs at. But Barbara’s been on the peripherals of Will’s life long enough that he knows she ticks some of those same boxes.

And they’re both looking at the rest of the party loitering out on the lawn with the same snide look, eyebrows raised, lips pursed. 

“Well?” Carol demands. “Are you waiting for those Demo-whatevers to come and kill us, or are we going to get the hell out of here?”

Everyone piles in, one atop of another as they try to find seats. Mike settles beside Will, shoulders pressed together. Something snake-coiled and tight in his gut loosens. Will leans into Mike’s side. 

“Eddie, sweetie, can you start this thing again?” Mom calls, settling into the driver’s seat. 

“Where are we going anyway?” Mike asks, looking at Will for answers he doesn’t have.

But, as Eddie trips up to help Mom with the car, Will jumps up, calling “don’t say anything!” to his perpetually loud friends as he ties Wayne’s flannel back over Steve’s eyes, and putting Jonatha’s headphones over his ears after rewinding the tape and hitting play. 

“You meant that literally?” Dustin demands. “Steve’s a spy?”

“For what?” Max asks.

“The Mind Flayer,” Mike replies, looking up at Steve with a sully expression. 

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Dustin demands.

“It fits!”

“Does it?” Lucas asks, smiling that sneaky smile at all of them.

Barbara’s the one that scoffs this time, throat clicking with the force of it. “Is this really what matters right now?”

“Yes!” Mike cries, just as Dustin lets out a resigned, “no.”

The van starts up with a cheer from Eddie, and Mom starts driving. 

“Go to the Harrington house,” he orders, settling into the passenger seat, even as he looks back at Steve like he can’t help but to take him in. 

Mom dutifully backs out of the driveway, heading that way as everyone argues about the intelligence of going somewhere Steve knows so well.

It’s Carol who snaps in, snide and mean. “Where else are we going to get an empty house to sweat it out of him?” she demands, not waiting long enough for anyone else to answer as she settles back into her seat with crossed arms. “Besides, those bastards can pay for the heating bill.”

Eddie’s laugh rings out, bitter and hollow from the front seat as he meets Carol’s eyes, something nameless and understanding passing between them. Will gets it. Steve hadn’t wanted to talk to his parents even from hell. He hasn’t been back in months. That’s not something that comes about from a loving relationship with one’s parents.

Will would know. He never wants to see Lonnie again. Not after Mom’s black eye and Jonathan’s broken arm. 

Some bodies are better left buried. 

Some bodies are crawling out of their own shallow graves. That becomes obvious when Max gasps, squishing her nose against the back window of the van, just as a car, something loud and sporty squeals on its tires as it takes a turn too fast. 

Will doesn’t know how long it’s been behind them. None of them do, with the way they’d been arguing among themselves, squabbling over logistics when there was a fox trying to sneak into the henhouse. 

They’re not sneaking any more.

“He’s following us,” Max says, face washed-out and pale against her flaming hair as she turns away from the window, back to the door as she huddles down into herself.

“Who?” Lucas asks, rushing up beside her to crouch beside her, peeking obviously out of the window. “Is that Billy?”

“Who–” Mom starts to ask.

“My stepbrother,” Max says, hands shaking subtly where they’re dangling between her knees. “He’ll kill me.”

She pulls Lucas down beside her, shoving him down past the lip of the window. As if her stepbrother hadn’t already seen them both.

Mom hums, but keeps driving, speeding up enough that the turns make them all fling around, lurching back and forth with the momentum of the tires. It doesn’t work. The car just keeps following them, close enough that the headlights illuminate the dark interior of the van. The whites of Max’s eyes are shining. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Mom calls, finally pulling into the Harrington’s long, dark driveway, and pulling the van all the way in and putting it in park. “He won’t get anywhere near you.”

Mom steps out of the van just as the car pulls to a stop, tires squealing showily. When he steps out, he doesn’t bother to turn off his car. His headlights beam across the Harrington driveway, painting his Mom in light. 

Her hands are raised, like Billy’s holding a gun, even as he smiles charmingly at her and holds out his hand for a shake. Mom takes it, but she’s still wary, and she holds her hands up again in supplication. 

It’s a body posture Will hasn’t seen in a long time. Not since Lonnie had driven away after slamming the door so hard the front window broke. It makes him queasy to see it now. 

Will can’t hear what they’re saying, but Billy’s smile is fixed, painted on and empty. Max scoots back further into the van, like she can phase straight through the metal into somewhere else. Somewhere better.

Will knows that body posture well, too. Remembers it in the slope of his own shoulders, the futile squeezing of his fists when they were small and futile.

Mom takes a step back, covering the entrance to the van with the width of her arms, smile cracking along the edges as her deescalation of the situation shatters beneath her feet. Billy shoves past her, knocking her to the side. She keeps her feet, but it doesn’t matter: Billy’s already in front of the door, looking inside.

He’s not looking at Max, though. His eyes are trained on Steve, wide, smile unfurling from his mouth, all teeth and jagged edges.

It drops a second later as he hunches over just enough to bully his way into the van. “King Steve Harrington,” he drawls, stretching out Steve’s first name like it means something. “What have you gotten yourself into?”

He walks toward Steve like he’s pulled, hand reaching toward his face. To help or to hurt, Will doesn’t know. But it doesn’t matter because Carol launches out of her chair and tackles Billy with enough force to send him stumbling back out of the van, sprawling in the driveway, Carol on top of him.

“What the fuck?” he cries, shoving Carol in the breastbone. “Get off me, you bitch!”

She doesn’t. “You don’t fucking touch him,” she snarls, something wild and animal emerging as she bites his arm. It almost looks like instinct when he pulls his hand back, punching her straight in the face. 

She’s flung off him with the force, falling into Mom who’d come to help her and taking her down with her in a messy, writhing heap. 

Eddie springs free from the passenger seat and darts out the open driver’s side door. 

“Maxine!” Billy snarls, loud in the quiet night’s air. He’s holding the back of his head, and when he removes it, Will can see the bright red of blood shining in Billy’s headlights. “I’m going to fucking kill–”

He doesn’t get to finish. Eddie barrels into him at full speed, tackling him back into the pavement and swinging wildly. Carol crawls over to help, snatching arms and legs and hair as the lights of nosy neighbor's flicker on all around them, rich people ready for a show. 

Part 91

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[pleasinghellfire]

Time After Time

summary: you just wanted to go to prom with Eddie

word count: 1.4k

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“Are you excited for prom?” Robin asked, bumping your hip as you made your way to the cafeteria.

“Oh yes! I got the perfect dress a couple of weeks ago!” You smiled brightly. You were nearly bouncing over how passionate you were for the annual end of the year celebration.

“Did Eddie even ask you yet?” Nancy questioned as she held open the door so you and Robin could walk into the loud lunchroom. Hawkins was rowdy as ever as prom was just around the corner. Everyone was ready for school to end and summer to begin.

“Yeah, ummm…he hasn’t.” You hesitated as the girls looked back at you with shock.

“What?” Nancy shouted.

“He is such a dingus!” Robin shook her head, turning and walking towards your normal table with determination. Nancy started to follow.

“Wait! Wait, please!” You pleaded, reaching out for Nancy’s arm holding her back. “He hasn’t asked me yet but I’m sure he will. Prom is only next week. There's still time.”

“Okay but if he doesn’t ask you soon you can’t get upset if I whack him on his big head.” Robin wrapped her arm around you as you two walked step by step towards the table with the rest of the gang.

“Robin!” Dustin called out. “Please come tell Jeff that he is wrong and three musketeers is the best candy!”

You laughed as you quickly gave Eddie a peck of his cheek and sat in the empty chair to his left. He was in an intense conversation with Gareth over his campaign for Hellfire.

BOOP!

A string of balloons lifted up to the ceiling while two football players stood on top of the table holding out a sign saying “PROM?”

“Yes!” The cheerleader cried out as she jumped into her date’s arms. The filled room roared in applause and praise.

“Oh come on!” Eddie gagged.

“What Munson?” Mike joked. “Disgusted by prom?”

“Quite literally actually.” He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, his face still scrunched up in disgust at the prom goers basking in their cheers.

“Is prom not metal enough for you Eddie?” Nancy challenged.

“Prom is stupid.” Eddie laughed. Nancy and Robin watched as your shoulders dropped in defeat, slowly losing the hope of ever going to prom with Eddie. The rest of the gang gave each other a shared glance, knowing how much you wanted to go to the dance with your boyfriend.

“Prom is just forced conformity, that’s what’s killing the kids. I’m just ready to run like hell out of here. I’d lose my mind dancing with people who call me a freak for enjoying a fantasy game.”

“Well everyone deserves to enjoy prom at least once.”

“Yeah, well not me Sinclair.” Eddie shrugged off, taking a bite of his food.

You pushed back your chair, gathered all your books for your next class and exited the room. You left your friends behind as they all collectively threw their belongings at the metal head.

“Jesus Christ! What the hell?” Eddie shouted.

“You’re such a dumbass Munson!”

*****

It was the night of prom and you were home in your pjs. Eddie never got around to asking you, which hurt your feelings. You sort of gave Eddie the cold shoulder since his little confession at lunch last week and he hasn’t yet figured out why. You still laughed as your friends harassed him everyday, throwing things at his head or calling him names. You loved Eddie but damn, he could be an idiot sometimes. You understood why Eddie didn’t care for prom but that didn’t mean that you didn’t want to show off your hot boyfriend to everyone at Hawkins. You longed for the night to get all dolled up in your pretty dress you knew Eddie would love and dance the night away with him, saying goodbye to Hawkins High forever.

You laid in bed, turning the page in the book you were barely paying attention to when you heard a loud knock on your door. You looked out of your window to see Nancy and Robin waving at you from below.

You rushed downstairs and opened the door to them. They were each holding their dresses in their arms as Nancy pushed past you into your home.

“What are you two doing here? You should be on your way to the dance right now?”

“Yeah, and you should be getting your butt back up to your room to get that amazing dress on and come with us!” Nancy exclaimed, trying to push you back towards the stairs.

“What? Wait!” You laughed. “What about Ed-”

“Ah! No! Nope! Nope!” Robin covered your mouth snickering. “We are not saying that dingus’ name. We are going to prom, just us girls and we are going to have fun. Okay?”

You looked between your two wonderful friends and let out a chuckle, “Okay!”

“Okay! Now hurry up, get dressed! We’re going to prom!”

You laughed and ran upstairs to get changed.

*****

By the time the three of you made it to Hawkins, the dance was already in commence. Quickly making your way to the middle of the gymnasium floor to catch up on all the missed moments of fun. Losing track of the time, you made your way off the dancefloor, getting a drink from the refreshments table and headed to sit on the extended bleachers for a break.

Soon the ambiance of the atmosphere slowed down, the lights dimming down as the dj merged the upbeat song into “Time After Time” by Cyndi Laupner. You sadly took a sip from your beverage looking away from the couples swaying to the beginning song. You wished Eddie was here.

Looking down, you caught sight of the familiar scuffed up white high top Reeboks that stop ahead of you.

“Sorry I’m late sweetheart.” You looked up to see Eddie. He had his curly hair pulled back into a low bun at the nape of his neck. His usual Hellfire Club shirt was swapped out for a white button down. You were surprised to see he owned a pair of pants without rips or tears.

“Can I please have the honor of a dance, my lady?” Eddie bowed his head down, extending his hand out to you. You smiled as you accepted his offer.

He led you to the center of the gym, turning around and placing his hands on your waist. You raised your hands to place them around his neck. Eddie pulled you in close, rocking back and forth to the beat.

flashbacks, warm nights almost left behind

“I didn’t think you would ever come. How did you know I was here?” You whispered.

“Henderson told me. For a kid, he has wicked arm strength, little shit.” You laughed as he rubbed the back of his head, letting out a little whine in pain.

sometimes you picture me, i’m walking too far ahead

“I’m sorry.” Eddie apologized, brushing back a strand of your hair. “I should have asked you to prom properly. I’m a terrible boyfriend. I mean look at you, you’re the most metal I’ve ever seen.” Eddie shook his head, pulling back to take in your dark black lace dress.

secrets stolen from deep inside, the drum beats out of time

“You’re not a terrible boyfriend, Eds. I mean look at us, look at you! We’re dancing at prom!” You smiled softly at him.

if you’re lost you can look and you will find me

“I feel like I’m losing my mind dancing with the prettiest girl in all of Hawkins High.” Eddie mumbled, looking down at you with love.

if you fall, i will catch you, i will be waiting

“I’m so proud of you baby. You didn’t run away this time. It’s finally your year. Never change Munson.”

Eddie pulled you in, closing the distance and placing his lips on yours.

time after time

time after time

time after time…

#pleasinghellfire #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #joseph quinn imagine #hellfire club

[lavenderstobins]

Thinking about egg Nancy who’s upset about Robin coming out a lesbian but can’t put her finger on why.

She’s not homophobic, and she wants Robin to be happy, but she feels sick whenever she thinks about Robin not wanting to date her because she’s a boy.

It’s not the thought that Robin doesn’t like boys. Not exactly. She likes Robin, but she could handle unrequited feelings.

It’s the thought that Robin doesn’t like boys, so Robin doesn’t like her. It doesn’t sit right, upsetting her beyond reason, and she doesn’t get it.

It frustrates her like nothing else. It’s a puzzle she can’t solve, the pieces refusing to fit together.

Then one evening, they’re hanging out at Robin’s house, her and Eddie and Steve and Jonathan and Argyle.

There’s a film on in the background but none of them are really watching it. Nancy’s lying on the sofa with her head in Robin’s lap, half-listening as Eddie and Steve bicker about something or the other.

She’s not really paying attention, more focused on Robin’s hand threading through her hair. Eddie says something about his biological advantage, whatever that means, and Steve starts insisting that it’s the opposite.

It’s only when she hears Robin’s name that she tunes back in to the conversation.

“Buckley!” Eddie calls, cupping his hands around his mouth. “You’re a lesbian.”

“Nice of you to notice,” Robin replies dryly.

“You can settle this. Who would make a prettier girl, me or Steve?”

She looks up, seeing Robin looking thoughtful. Both Eddie and Steve are watching her intently.

“Wheeler’d make the prettiest girl,” Robin says, causing Eddie to splutter and Steve to indignantly claim that isn’t an answer, Robin, come on.

Nancy doesn't care as they descend back into arguing. She's frozen, watching Robin, a strange feeling in her chest. She feels weirdly giddy and she doesn’t even know why.

The conversation moves on, but the thought stays in the back of her head for days.

Wheeler’d make the prettiest girl.

Easily, like that’s all there is to it. Had Robin imagined her as a girl? She tries to picture it herself, closing her eyes and imagining herself in her mother’s skirts, her curls growing out long. The girl in her head twirls, beaming, and her tongue dries in her mouth.

She could be a pretty girl, she thinks. Her heart starts pounding at the thought, and that scares her. The shiver that goes up her spine, the tingle of excitement—it’s almost scary enough for her to stop poking. She’s the firstborn son, the pride of the family.

She can’t just… change that. She has so many expectations to carry on her back.

Still, though, now that she’s started thinking, she finds herself unable to stop. She’s overanalysing everything. The way her clothes sit on her body, the way her face feels better shaven.

In the shower, curiosity gets the better of her, and she shaves her arms and legs. She cries in bed that night, running her hands over her smooth skin, a lump in her throat that won’t go away.

—

It’s Mike, of all people, she talks to in the end.

She’s not quite brave enough to have a conversation with Robin, not yet, and her mouth dries whenever she thinks about talking to the other boys.

They sit in the basement, just the two of them, and she tells him her problem, the way it hurts to think about Robin not wanting her.

Mike, to his credit, tries to cheer her up. “It’s not you,” he says helpfully, clumsily patting her shoulder. “Robin doesn’t like any boys.”

“I don’t want her to like boys,” she blurts out. “I want her to like me."

“But you’re a boy,” Mike says, sounding confused, and this, for some reason, is what makes her burst into tears.

Mike freezes, looking alarmed, and all she can do is sob harder.

“Uh,” he says, panic in his voice. “Should I get mom?”

“No!” she sits up quickly, scrubbing her face.

Mike’s eyeing her warily, like he could set her off again at any second. He probably could. She doesn’t know what’s going on with her.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffles. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Mike squints at her. She can practically see the cogs turning in his head.

“You’re not upset that robin likes girls,” he says slowly.

She shakes her head.

“You’re… not upset that she doesn’t like boys?”

She shakes her head again.

“You’re…” he hesitates, chewing on his lip. “You’re upset Robin… doesn’t like you.”

She nods.

“… Because you’re… not a boy?”

“I can’t just not be a boy,” she says miserably. Hearing herself say the words makes her feel sick, tears forming in her eyes again.

Mike, though, squints again. “Uh, yeah you can. Eddie stopped being a girl.”

She stops. “What?”

“Eddie stopped being a girl,” he repeats, then frowns. “Or—was never properly a girl, but stopped being one? I don’t—I think I’m saying it wrong.”

“Eddie used to be a girl?” The argument comes back to her head, Steve protesting Eddie’s logic of biological advantage.

Mike shrugs. “Something like that. You’d have to ask him, I dunno. but if he can be a boy, then you can be a girl, right?”

“I don’t…” she trails off, thinking about it. “I’m… I can do that?”

“I think so.” Mike sounds unsure, but shrugs again. “Why not?”

Her stomach flutters again. “You wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t your brother anymore?”

“It’s cool if you’re my sister. Just don’t go all ‘boy crazy’ like girls do.”

She bites her lip to hide a smile. “I’m telling Max and El you said that.”

“No, wait!” He scrambles up and she laughs.

She doesn’t say anything more on the subject for a few days, but it’s all she can think about. She can be a girl. She can be a pretty girl. She blushes at the thought.

She tries subtle things, at first. Keeps shaving everywhere. Stops trimming her hair shorter.

She tries on her mother’s skirts when she’s home alone, giddily twirling around, delighting in how they flow with her. She catches sight of her reflection in the mirror and sees a beaming girl looking back, euphoria surging through her.

The next time El comes over, she lets her practice makeup on her, watching as El’s tongue sticks out in concentration. It’s clumsily done, but she has to bite down on her tongue to stop herself crying when she sees the finished look in the mirror.

She’ll tell her friends soon, she decides. She doesn’t feel as afraid anymore, not now that she’s put her puzzle pieces together.

Secretly, she hopes Robin will call her a pretty girl again. Imagines the grin on Robin's face as she crows that she was right.

Tomorrow, she thinks, a small smile on her face. She’ll tell them tomorrow.

#my writing #st fic #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #mike wheeler #wheeler siblings #transfem nancy wheeler #trans nancy wheeler #ronance #trans eddie munson #transmasc eddie munson

[mylittlevsoldier]

betty (byler's version)

"Okay, okay, everyone settle down!" Mike laughed into his mic as everyone was still cheering at the last song they played. "We have a new one for you and guess what?" Mike asked as he quietly strummed his guitar. "It's a new one!" Mike dragged out the last "e" in his sing-songy voice.

As everyone cheered, he looked over to very far left of the stage to see his boyfriend, Will, in the very front row, as close as he could get to the stage. Just like he promised he would be.

Mike waved and looked back to the center of the crowd where a bright stage light was waiting to blind him.

"This one is called betty." Mike smiled and looked back to Will who smiled up at his boyfriend and started cheering again.

Mike looked behind him to make sure everyone was ready to play before he started singing.

"Honey, I won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom. But I think it's 'cause of me." Mike began then stepped away from for the mic to shoot another glace at Will, who was already staring at Mike in awe. He smiled and stepped back up to the mic, singing.

"Honey, one time I was riding on my skateboard when I passed your old house. It's like I couldn't breathe." Mike looked back, this time holding his eyes on Will like he was the only one there.

"You heard the rumors for El and you can't believe a word she says most time, but this time it was true." El? Will thought.

"The worst thing that I ever said, was what I said to you." As soon as Will heard this line sung in Mike's sweet voice, he somehow was back in Mike's driveway and somehow, it's summer of '85 and it's pouring down raining and Mike just said, "it's not my fault you don't like girls" right to Will's face. But wait, this song is about him.

"But if I just showed up at your party, would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself? Or lead me to the garden?" Mike sang looking back to the center of the crowd, deciding that he was staring at Will for too long.

"in the garden, would you trust me if I told you, it was just a summer thing? I'm only seventeen. I don't know anything, but I know I miss you."

Oh, Mike and Will's first fight as an actual couple. It was a "real" fight. they weren't mad at each other it was just a lot of miscommunication and angst. There might've been some yelling but there were definitely a lot of tears. Mike didn't know what to do he threw himself on his bed and Will's following him.

"I feel like I don't know anything anymore." Mike cries as he can feel Will's weight sink in the bed next to him. "We're only fifteen, we both don't know anything." Will says sweetly as he reaches out to touch Mike. "I know that I love you." Mike whispers, quiet and crushing. "I love you too. And that's all we need to know right now." Will scoops up Mike as he starts to cry into Will's chest.

Will was so deep into that though he feels like he gets thrown back to the pace he been in all along as Mike sings. "Honey, I know where it all went wrong, your favorite song was playing from the far side of the gym." Mike looks back at Will and jokingly rolls his eyes.

Will knows why. He laughs because he knows how insufferable he was when they were both little, listening to "Should I Stay, or Should I go? By The Clash on repeat until he couldn't anymore.

"I was nowhere to be found, you hate the crowds, you know that, plus I saw you dance with him." Will laughed again, remembering all those times Lucas would pull him off the couch at the parties he would throw after winning his basketball game. "Wow, Lucas, lookin' good." Mike said in his sarcastic tone and acts like his jealous.

Mike sang the chorus again, sounding sweeter and sweeter to Will the more he sung. but everything in the room went quiet as Mike began the bridge and the music started to get faster.

"I was walking home on broken cobblestones, just thinking of you when she pulled up like a figment of my worst intentions. She said "James, get it in. Let's drive." Those days turned into night. Sat and talked to her but, I dreamt of you all summer long."

Will knew he was talking about everyone's favorite, Max. never calling Mike by his middle name because "James just fits him better" as she put it.

Mike ripped the mic off his stand and walked downstage to the very front of the stage all the way to the right.

He sings as he looks down at the people that were in the very front row, almost pushed up against the stage. "Baby, I'm here on your doorstep and I planned it out for weeks now but, it's finally sinking in."

He slowly makes his way back to the right center of the stage. Will's laughs because he walks around the stage singing like he's performing standup comedy.

"Baby, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again." Mike sings and looks up again, locking eyes with Will and inching closer to stage left.

Mike keeps his eyes on Will, not caring that anyone else in the room with them. "The only thing I wanna do is make it up to you."

"So, I showed up at your party." Mike stopped as he reached stage left, stopping in front of Will. She sat down on the end of the stage, right in front of Will.

"Yeah, I showed up at your party." Mike reached a hand out and took Will's. He looked away from Will and back to the crowd.

Mike gave Will a look that basically said, "can I pull you on stage?" Will nodded aggressively, excited.

As the tempo of the song changed again, Mike dragged Will up on stage and started singing again and both of them reached center stage, right where Mike left his mic stand.

"Yeah, I showed up at your party, will you have me? will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch, in front of all out stupid friends?" Mike laughed as Will smiled at him, beaming.

"If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings? I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything, but I know I miss you." Mike continued dragging Will around, This time, down center stage.

“Standin’ in your cardigan. Kissin’ in my car again.” Mike continued as he sat in the middle of center stage, pulling Will down with him.

Will sat down next to Mike, he decided to lay in Will’s lap. “Stopped at a street light, you know I missed you.” Mike finally finished.

Only looking at Will, who smiled down at Mike as he heard everyone cheer for his boyfriend.

“Well, everyone, this is my boyfriend, Will.” Mike said, holding the mic up to Will’s mouth. “Hi!” He spoke into it. 

DAY ONE OF 100 FOLLOWER SPEICAL!!

tags!

@hollarious2

@artsyna

@wallywise

@lebylershipper

@ash-the-wise

@tender-emotional-music

@willbyerswatch

@hearteyes-wheeler

@paloma-ascends-into-hellfire

@willbyerslove

@drowninginideas

@sunflowerbyler

#sageys100followerspecial #byler oneshot #byler #mike wheeler #stanger things #will byers #byler endgame #byler is real #music #taylor swift #folklore #betty #mike as a singer hc

[findafight]

I’m a sucker for Steve learning about the party’s interests, do you have any thoughts about the kinds of things he’d do for each party member? (E.g. he has the ability to recognize tony hawk, despite his inconspicuousness, because of max’s skateboarding)

Actually now I'm obsessed with the idea that Steve is one of the few people who are not personal friends with him who is able to identify Tony Hawk without a skateboard. Like. Steve is an athlete and respects athleticism, and gives credit where it is due. (He does NOT allow making fun of Olympic athletes, even the weird sports, just because some people don't appreciate how hard you work for it.) So he's like "wow that Tony guy sure is talented. He is so high in the air. Good for him." And never forgets his face. At some point someone shares one of those "didn't recognize actual skate legend Tony Hawk " stories except it ends with "and then the guy in pastels standing beside Eddie Munson slapped his (Eddie's) chest and went "hey!! That's Tony Hawk!! Let's see if we can get an autograph for Max!" And I realized I had been making awkward small talk about cocktail weenies with sports legend Tony Hawk while working up the courage to ask Eddie Munson for an autograph."

He also tries to learn how to Ollie but he's actually really nervous and wears all the protective gear possible and is only able to go forward. (This is from my personal experience being post concussive and not a good skater. It's scary! My brain meat is delicate!) But Max tells him it's okay and talks about the skatepark in California and some of her old friends from there, and he tries to teach her how to make fried rice.(one of the only actual meals that isn't breakfast food he can cook really well completely from scratch) She gets him to do her hair with El because Steve is the only other person who understands that for El hair is a means of control, and that taking care of it is something important to that feeling.

He and El do jigsaw puzzles together and listen to folk music I think. El would appreciate having the option to talk or not, and likes listening to Steve talk too. Also I like jock El so he gets her overly invested in the Cubs like tells her all the lore and she's obsessed with the goat and she joins a softball team. When she first yells at an umpire for a bad call Steve almost cries of pride. Like. Finally. He's not the only one who Gets It.

Lucas and him bond over basketball yes. But Lucas doesn't yell at refs, and Steve gets why but thinks it's very fun when people yell at officials. Also I think they watch clouds together after practicing. Just nice peaceful, laying on warm blacktop and staring at the sky. Maybe El joins them and Lucas and El can bond this way too. Steve and his little jock siblings. (Why does no one consider max a jock for skateboarding? I guess it wasn't really seen as a sport for a long time...hm..)

Steve also bought a flat of new coke before they stopped selling it and keeps it for Lucas on movie nights or whatever and everybody always yells and groans because where is getting that!! It was discontinued!! Also they watch anime together. Erica and Robin join.

I can see him getting into some video games with Dustin and Mike and Lucas. Only the two or more player ones though he doesn't like playing alone. Like. Okay this whole post has anachronisms but please imagine him playing Lego Star Wars (complete saga) with Dustin. The chaos. The yelling.

He's absolutely a pinball guy. They go to the arcade and everyone does their thing but then end up cheering Steve on as he goes for idk star trek pinball glory. Without even tilting it! Idk what to tell you but Steve def loves pinball.

Also before his dad cut him off or after he gets some kind of inheritance he does a very financially secure impulse buy: he purchases an arcade game. Full size. I am partial to Asteroids because that's what my dad impulse bought in the 80's and had it in our basement growing up but let's keep this going he has a themed pinball machine. Icon.

He 100% reaches Dustin to drive. Mrs. Henderson asked him because Steve just looked sad when she mentioned teaching him and she was like well...we could BOTH teach him :) (because she has mentally adopted him. She told him to call her Ma and he does and Robin is like Steve. That's your mum now. And Steve's like no... Everybody calls her that. And she saysnSteve. Only Dustin. Her actual literal son. Calls her that. Guess what that makes YOU.)

Steve and whole party Lego Building Buddies? Mayhaps?

I wish tamagotchis were out in the 80's because Steve would be so diligent a Tama babysitter Erica would sell his services to her friends if they needed it lmao. He'd get all squinty and concentrated you know he'd highscore jump rope but not get the shapes game (me too buddy). Alas. Not to be.

Instead he listens to her talk about her elementary and middle school drama while looking for four leaf clovers. He also has watched MLP with her and may have teared up a little. Also, of course, she is his one true Game Master. Sorry Eddie

Mike is harder...maybe they bond over making snarky comments about people in movies, and then talk about how actually is car racing a sport? And it'd be sort of awkward because Mike has Nancy as an older sibling (even if they don't get along) and he's holding on to animosity that's pointless now. Plus Dustin and Lucas both seem to see Steve as a big brother and friend figure, but like. It's a bit weird for Mike. But still, Mike knows if he bikes to Steve's at two am he'll be hauled in and forced to sit down and asked if he wants a hug and hot chocolate.

Same with will, except Will has Jonathan (El does to but it's different) so at first they're sorta🧍🧍 staring at each other. Steve has to be like sooooo wanna. Tell me about Wizards? Or something? Cool...rocks? And Will would realize that this guy's just, y'know. A guy. Probably similar to Mike except he's not begrudging about it.

I guess a lot of Steve and the party is him listening to them and letting them actually be silly and kids, making snarky comments about the highschool dramas happening, and encouraging them to try different things (he did!) And figure out what they like outside of what they think the rest of the party likes.

#steve harrington #steve and the party #the party #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #theyre all like this is OUR guy. and he is. he is so shaped #steve and dustin #steve and max #steve and lucas #steve and mike #steve and will #are those all even tags? probs not #findaanswers #finda's rambles #the-bassist #im not putting a readmore rn but might lster #steddie #just a little at the beginning hehe #stranger things hc #el hopper

[butyou-callmewhenyourebored]

This Must Be My Dream - Ross MacDonald Imagine

Summary:In which you meet the bassist of your childhood best friend's band at a wedding and pretty much fall head over heels for the handsome musician.

Warnings: None really. A few swear words. If you'd like a warning for them!

Author's Note: I love Ross. I literally go feral every single time I've seen him in the flesh for the past seven years! We don't get enough Ross love in this house. (fandom) Whilst you've all been thirsting over Healy for the past ten years. I've been over here falling in love with Ross and scraping the barrel for Ross content for the past decade! So I've taken it into my own hands! I hope you enjoy! p.s already writing a part two!

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The first time you met Ross Macdonald properly was surprisingly not through your mutual friend Matthew but rather the day before your friend from university’s wedding. When she had called you up several months ago and asked you to be one of her bridesmaids, you couldn’t turn down the offer. After all she essentially kept you sane during your time at university. She was your best friend during those three years and although it had been a good few years since you really got to hang out due the nature of life. Rachel still classed you as one of her nearest and dearest.

During your time at the University of Manchester studying fashion marketing, you knew quite early on that you would need to find an extra curricular activity that wasn’t drinking your own body weight in cheap vodka. You needed something that would stimulate your mind but also keep you fit as you were sure that the further you got into your degree, the less time you would have to time to go the gym.

So you stumbled across cheer at the activities fair during your first year and you had seen Bring It On! It looked fun and it was would keep you in good shape, plus you were already a dancer from a young age so what could go wrong? Ohhh a lot could go wrong! You had to be strong mentally and physically to be a cheerleader, you had once watched a girl from an opposing team fall from a great height and break her ankle during competition one year and physically drag herself off the mat so she didn’t get trampled on by the rest of her team. It was brutal!

Going to practice twice a week whilst you trained in the gym was something you really enjoyed and looked forward to after a long week in lectures. It was there you met Rachel. The two of you instantly clicking from the first time you met. The decision to sign up to cheer led you to the woman who encouraged you to keep going when your degree was getting on top of you, stop you from wanting to strangle your idiotic housemates and drank her body weight in wine with you when you got fucked over by boys that weren’t worth your time in the first place.

You owed her your sanity. So when she asked you to be one of her bridesmaids, you just couldn’t refuse. It was the very least you could do for her. You went with her to every wedding dress appointment, beaming with joy when she found the one. Cried with overwhelming happiness when you both got too drunk on her hen do, about how you were so happy she had found David. 

You of course had met David over the years she had been with him and loved him to death too but you didn’t know anything about the men he had chosen for his groomsman. All you knew was that they were called James, Mike and Ross. What your friend had failed to mention when you turned up at the wedding venue the day before was the aforementioned Ross was an international musician and bandmate to your childhood best friend Matty.

You didn’t of course disclose that you had a mutual best friend and had essentially followed his career from the beginning upon first meeting. You didn’t want to overwhelm him and have him think you were an absolute loon who was an obsessed fan because he seemed so sweet and you didn’t want to give the handsome stranger the wrong impression. So you introduced yourself with your best smile and flick of your long brunette hair over your shoulder and told him it was great to meet him before moving along to greet the other groomsman.

You had all spent the evening before the wedding eating dinner, drinking wine, laughing and conversing with the rest of the wedding party and discussing the itinerary of the wedding day. Guessing what their first dance was going to be to and who was walking down the aisle with each other. You had been partnered up with the tall, handsome brunette currently sat opposite you.

The next time you saw him was the morning after as yourself and the other bridesmaids made your way towards the hall in which the wedding ceremony was taking place. Greeting all the gentleman with a warm smile as you got ready to walk down the aisle yourself, to watch your best friend get married to the love of your life.

You stopped in front of Ross. Your breath catching in your throat a little as you drunk in the sight in front of you. He looked devilishly handsome in his suit, a bright smile on his face as he leant down to greet you properly. A soft kiss to your cheek. Goosebumps prickling up your arms as his hands pressed against the small of your back.

“You look beautiful.” He whispered before pulling back. Standing up straight and offering you his arm, just as the welcome music started to play and you were making your way towards the groom who was waiting for you all.

It had happened so quick, you didn’t have time to melt into a puddle on the floor as the words replayed in your head because now you had an audience as your best friend was now walking towards the alter.

The next time you got to speak to him was whilst you were getting your photographs taken before the wedding breakfast. Naturally Rachel wanted the bridesmaids stood next to their partnered groomsmen whilst they took their group photos. You couldn’t help but laugh as he whispered, “I feel like we’re going to prom!” into your ear, as he hands sat loosely on your waist. It took everything in you not cackle like a witch, like you usually do whilst you tried not to ruin the photos for everybody.

Rachel had seated you right next to Ross for the duration of the wedding and the more the day went on and the more you learnt about the man next to you, the more comfortable you felt by his side. You weren’t sure if it was all the wine talking or if it was the fact he was the sweetest (and incredibly handsome) human you had ever met but being next to him just felt right.

During the speeches; you had felt yourself turn naturally into him, leaning against his arm that was lying across the back of your chair as you listened to their family tell their favourite stories about the couple. Your hand even slipped onto his thigh as the room laughed along. It was in the way he didn’t flinch but pulled your chair closer to his without batting an eyelid, you knew that it was okay.

Your hand stayed comfortably on his thigh even as the desserts came out. This angel of a man even letting you try some of his because you had ordered something different and his just looked insanely good. Anyone that didn’t know the two of you would have watched him feed you a spoonful of his dessert and think that you were a couple yourselves and not having met twenty four hours earlier. And you know what you’d let them because you hadn’t felt this giddy around a man in so long, you didn’t care. There wasn’t a moment throughout the day that you didn’t feel fully submerged in happiness caused by him.

When he spun you around the dance floor, the two of you beaming as you sung along to the Backstreet Boys’ As Long As You Love Me together without a care in the world. When he didn’t think twice to pull you into his warm body, his large hand pressed against the small of your back, holding you close as the DJ asked for everyone to join the bride and groom on the dance floor after their first dance and you swayed in his arms to the love song that was playing with a warm blush flushed across your cheeks. 

You were happy and you didn’t want to think about if Rachel and David paired you up with another groomsman or they hadn’t invited Ross to the wedding at all because in your hectic life and with too many fuckboys than you can shake a stick at. Today was honestly the happiest you had been in so long, it made you feel dizzy thinking about how this had even happened with a guy you had only known from afar in less than twenty fours.

Pulling him up to the bar for more drinks. After successfully (and very easily) convincing him to do a tequila shot with you. You finally told him that you had a confession to make. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed in anticipation of what he thought was you confessing you already had a boyfriend back home. You automatically reached out to rest your hand on top of his before letting him in on your secret.

“You know I said earlier that I knew of your band and I was a fan?” You watched him nod silently. “Well the reason is not because you’re the biggest band in the world right now. But I’m actually a friend of Matty’s.”

You had watched his face immediately fall and with the fact that the two of you both knew Matty as well as you do. You knew exactly why a frown fell on to his face the way it did and you needed to put his mind at ease because you also didn’t want other people to think that of you.

“No. No! Not like that. Christ no! Matthew is gross!” You chuckled, shaking your head at him as you looked at him with a soft smile. “Tim and Denise are my god parents!”

You watched Ross’ shoulders drop with relief, letting out that glorious laugh of his that had been making your heart flutter all day. Amongst over things. After explaining your reasons for not wanting to seem like a crazy person by dropping you knew his bandmate really well within ten seconds of meeting him and that you wanted to get to know him by yourself. Ross nodded appreciatively, a content look on his handsome features as he smiled back at you. He wasn’t weirded out. Thank God. 

Holding out your hand, he instantly wrapped his hand in yours as you dragged him through a throng of people as you headed back to the dance floor to dance with the bassist. He naturally pulled you into his arms to slow dance along to A Million Love Songs by Take That that was nearing its end and transitioning into a song they both knew all too well.

The opening bars of The Sound echoed through the reception hall. A few people made a noise of appreciation on the dance floor, some got up to dance along. Ross immediately entered flight or fight mode in an attempt to escape the dance floor. You knew he was going to do this so your smaller hand wrapped around his larger one, instantly tugging him to a halt, you looked up at him with your best doe eyes.

“Please.” You begged softly. “I love this one.”

Sighing over dramatically. Ross made his way back to you, the smile you had grown accustomed to throughout the past eight hours you had been by his side was back on his face as you sung the words obnoxiously loud to try and make him laugh again. Succeeding pretty quickly; you wrapped your arms around his neck, hanging off him as you danced goofily with one another. His hands around your waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The pair of you stayed on the dance floor, avoiding the smirk on Rachel’s face as she glided on past you during another slow song until all the guests were called outside for the fireworks. Without hesitation; Ross slipped his suit jacket around your shoulders before you naturally leant against his chest; his chin resting on top of your head, arms wrapped around your shoulders as you watched the firework display together.

After the rest of the wedding guests started to disperse either back inside or off home. The two of you stayed there under the stars, just basking in the last of the warm summer air before you called it a night yourselves. It felt like kismet that you two were to meet. Maybe it was today. Maybe it ten years ago. Maybe in another life time. But turning in his arms; arms already tucked round his middle as you looked up at him to catch his gaze. Ross ran a hand down the side of your face, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he cupped your jaw. Your heart thumping as you longed for what you hoped was about to happen.

“I can’t believe Healy has kept you from me all this time.” He chuckled softly.

“Believe me. I’m going to be having words with him.”  You told him with a smirk.

“I’ve had the best time with you today. I’m glad it was you.” 

The grip on your jaw tightened ever so slightly as the oxygen hitched in your throat at the action. “Yeah, I suppose we should thank them at some point.” You mumbled; pausing a moment before pushing yourself up on your tip toes as he leant down and met you in the middle. Your lips connecting in the sweetest kiss. The pair of you pushing up against one another as your kiss got deeper causing you to groan into his kiss before pulling back for air.

“Fuck!” You let our a breathy laugh; forehead resting against his. Staring into his glistening brown eyes, he responded with his infectious laugh. 

“Yeah" Ross sighed against you. "Fuck!” He grinned before pulling you into another deep kiss.

#Ross MacDonald #Ross Macdonald Imagine #Ross MacDonald fic #Ross MacDonald fanfiction #ross macdonald x reader #the 1975 imagine #the 1975 fic #the 1975 x reader #the 1975 #Ross Macdonald #Matty Healy imagine #Matty Healy #George Daniel imagine #George Daniel #Adam Hann #Adam Hann imagine

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[Accompanied story below <3]

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“Bobbyyyy!” “I love you Bobby!!”

The boy grinned as wide as he could as he waved to his mami, his papi, and all the other players who had travelled so far to see him.

They all waved back, everyone one of them was smiling, holding up their smiles for one minute longer if it meant the little boy could rest with peace of mind.

There were so many things left unsaid, too little time, too many emotions at the brink of overflowing. Bobby could see it in their eyes and he knew they could see it in his. But this wasn’t about that, he needed to stay strong, he couldn’t let them leave knowing he was afraid.

The boy swallowed those feelings down until the gentle hiss of the closing wall hit his ears. The last thing he heard was his mothers strained “I love you”, her voice laced with tears she couldn’t let him see.

“I love you too!” He’d tried to sign, but by then it was too late. The loving faces of his family had been replaced by the same cold, white quartz that now surrounded him. He’d known this was how it would end. Ten minutes, that’s what Cucurucho had said so that’s what Bobby had prepared himself for.

It had been easy to distract himself from the reality of it all when Jaiden and Roier were there to hold him. But now that they were gone, there was nothing else on his mind. 

The little boys lip trembled as he begged with all his might that the wall would reopen. His mami and papi would run in to hold him, to bring him home, as tío Bad and tío Cellbit tore Cucurucho to shreds. Bobby would have the final blow and everyone would cheer.

The Federation would never dare come near him or any of the other eggs again. He’d see Richarlyson again. He’d watch the sunset. He’d paint one more picture and then a hundred more after that, in his own home, not within the claustrophobic walls of this cage.

His mami could finish her story about the egg with overalls that took over the world. His papi could take him on another adventure only this time Bobby would always listen when he said to be more careful. He swore he’d listen.

Bobby felt a small sob escape his lips.

He should have listened.

If he’d listened he could be doing all those things and more.

But he didn’t. He was alone and he was dead.

The little boy could only wrap his arms and tiny wings around himself, desperate for any comforting touch he could get. He was dead. Deaddeaddeaddeaddead. Bobby forced his eyes shut, trying to stop the panicked tears flowing from his eyes. 

Was this it?

Was he just going to be here? Forever? Locked away in this place his family could never find him? Was he really never going to see any of them again? He could feel a deep pit in his stomach open at the thought.

With trembling arms, Bobby moved to wipe the salty tears from his face.

The sensation brought him back to the week before. Or was it less than that? Him and Richas had been playing tag around the Favela. Tío Pac and tío Mike had been taking care of his friend that day, and compared to his paranoid tío Cellbit and Forever, they were trusting enough to let the two boys out of their immediate sight.

And in a very, VERY rare moment of weakness Bobby had missed a step on a small set of stairs while running and received an extra painful shortcut to the bottom.

Now Bobby was no cry-baby, in fact he’d never cried in his life. But the spike of fear as he fell and the painful rocks digging into his skin were really pushing it. And Richas, because he was dumb and slow (and also it), took forever to get down to him. However, once he did, he didn’t make fun of him. Instead, he quietly took his oversized sleeves and used them to clean the dirt from his friend’s face. If there was a bit of tears smeared there too, neither of them commented on it.

At the time Bobby had just shrugged him off, insisting that he was fine and didn’t need his help. Now, there was nothing Bobby wouldn’t give to have him there.

But he wasn’t there, Bobby was alone.

Richas was alive, in fact he probably didn’t even know that his best friend was dead.

The boy had sworn next time Bobby visited he would demand a rematch, as if he could ever actually beat him at tag. If Bobby had just listened, maybe they would have gotten that chance.

“No, no, estoy cansado, hijo.”

“Es demasiado peligroso, dejémoslo para otro día.”

Bobby couldn’t get mad at his papi, he was the one who had run in after all.

“BOBBY, BOBBY, VE A LA PUERTA”

“BOBBY DÉJAME, CORRE"

If he’d just listened…

“BOBBY!”

The anguished screams of his father still rang in the boys ears. His breathing only quickening as he relived those final moments. The axe of the Vindicator breaking through his armor and lodging itself deep into his chest. The pain like an explosion, deafening all other sensations. The arms of his papi as he desperately tried to carry them both away, only to be overpowered himself moments later. 

All at once the two realized what was happening. They were both down, bleeding out into the deep wooden floor of the mansion. A mansion thousands of blocks from any homes. No one would be able to save them. No one would even know what’s happening until their death messages pinged on every com.

As Bobby failed to blink the blurring from his vision he felt his papi use the last of his strength to pull him close. If the younger’s head was a little clearer he would have apologized. If every movement wasn’t a fresh shot of fire into his veins he would have hugged his papi back. But as the pain evolved from boiling to ice cold and his vision turned black, his only fleeting thought was the hope this was all a nightmare and he’d wake up safe at home.

This unnatural, horrible, evil place was the exact opposite of home. No matter how much he wished for the familiar walls of his room or the countless paintings in his apá’s attic the walls remained the same. He’d never feel the comfort of his home again, would he?

That last thought was all it took for the poor boy to finally break.

Bobby’s legs gave way beneath him as he crumbled to the ground, finally letting all those ugly feelings out. The fear, the regret, the sadness, the anger, the pain. He felt his heart unravel and fall apart as his whole body shook with anguished sobs.

Even when Bobby was still alone, before he’d known the love of family, of friends. Back when he still wondered if the great dragon that had brought him into this world would ever wake up. He still hadn’t felt this helpless.

To think that was only two months ago.

It hurt, so so much. It was amazing to the boy how the pain he felt now was somehow so much greater than the day before. That this burning in his heart was somehow more scaring than the iron blade of a monster.

Bobby wondered if this was how they felt too. The children that had died before him.

Trump had been forgotten, present enough for adults to notice him, but not enough for them to realize he’d been all but abandoned.

Tilín, the closest thing to a sibling he’d had, neglected by their father and accidentally killed by their tío Charlie.

And Juanaflippa, there to witness her friends death, her papa’s exile, brought back from hell due to the pure determination of her parents, only to be dragged back a day later by the stray blade of her own mother.

A small part of Bobby realizes that compared to them, that despite his situation, he is lucky. Lucky to have had loving parents who never let him go hungry. Lucky to have the chance to make so many new friends. Lucky that so many cared enough to brave thousands of blocks of uncharted land just for the chance of his revival. Lucky that despite his carelessness and his pride the Federation granted him ten minutes alone with his mami and papi before he had to leave for good. Bobby hated the Federation with everything he had but…

Thinking back to the day of their funerals, filled with broken sobs and burning grief. The final goodbyes, final words, final embraces, final promises. If nothing else Bobby would hold onto the saddened laughs and smiles of his ever growing family as he ensured their last memory of him would be full of as much light as he could possibly share.

As Bobby failed to wipe away his tears he could almost imagine Tilín there with him, almost feel their hand on his. A constant missing piece ever since that day. He’d hated Charlie for so long after he’d seen him hunched over the body of his sibling, desperately trying to find any remaining life, something to save.

The hand moved slightly, running a comforting thumb over his knuckles.

The boy blinked his eyes back open in shock. Two large, maroon eyes blinked back. Bobby could feel his breath get trapped somewhere in his throat as as Tilín slowly moved his hands from his face to wipe away his tears.

They looked exactly the same as he last remembered. Shoulder length black hair tied into a tiny ponytail with a vibrant red ribbon. Eyes wide with kindness yet with a subtle mischief underneath. An oversized, dark blue jacket like the one their father wears. Small, golden yellow wings sprouting from their back. Bobby never thought he’d see them again.

Bobby was no stranger to the island’s tricks but as Tilín carefully helped the boy back to his feet he had no doubt in his mind that this was the same Tilín he’d known and loved and grieved. Somehow, left to rot in this horrible pristine room, Tilín had found him and he wasn’t alone.

With shakey hands Bobby signs the only thing he can. “You came for me?”

Tilín let out a huff of disbelief as if not being there was never even a possibility. “Of course I came for you, dummy.” They signed, with an exasperated smile. “We all did.”

“We?”

Tilín nodded happily as they spun to the side to reveal Trump and Juanaflippa a small distance away.

Upon seeing him the two enthusiastically waved their way. Bobby lifted his hand to give a small wave back before needing to wipe away at one last tear as his heart battled between disbelief and relief like no other.

“Are you ready?” Tilín signed, taking a step forward.

Ready? Oh…

“Is…” he paused, “Is it scary..?”

Tilín’s smile turned sad for a moment as they turned back to their brother. “Un poco si… pero that’s why we’re here, so you don’t need to feel afraid!”

Bobby didn’t know what to say, his breath hitched with emotion as his heart caught up to his brain. Bobby squeezed his sibling’s hand as his thoughts repeated like an echo. This is real. Tilín is real.

Tilín gave him a small smile, as if reading his thoughts.

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna leave yet,” their hands motioned, “But I promise it’s much better than this stuffy place.”

“You bet!” Juanaflippa happily added, stepping up behind Tilín alongside Trump, “Don’t worry Bobby, the first step is the worst part, after that it’s a piece of cake!” Her smile was so genuine and encouraging, Bobby had almost forgotten it.

The boy turned to Trump, it was a weird feeling, seeing him so close again. Bobby frowned, thinking about how little he actually knew about his lost brother.

Trump sighed before signing, “That’s one way to put it but what Tilín said is true, it’s easier when you have a friend.”

The trio looked at each other.

“Or three,” he finished with a chuckle.

Bobby remembered a story Tallulah had shared (one from her abuelito apparently). He remembered it for it’s ending where the hero had died protecting her friends. Bobby had argued that the story couldn’t end that way but Tallulah just giggled and weirdly agreed. She flipped the page of her notepad and explained that her death hadn’t been the end of the tale.

It was the start of a new chapter.

One filled with those she had been missing during her life.

Maybe that’s what this was, Bobby thought. Not an end, but a beginning. One filled with a family he never got to properly know.

He’d miss everyone on the island. Bobby would remember the joyous laugh of his apá and the caring smile of his mami everyday. He would treasure his time with them all and hope they did the same in return.

Bobby looked up, gazing into the eyes of his siblings with a new spark in his heart. Because no matter what was thrown at him, Bobby always got back up.

As he signed his hands were still a bit shakey, only this time with a newfound, anxious determination. 

“Well what are we waiting for?”

The three lit up, Juanaflippa playfully elbowing Trump as she got a running start towards the faded white behind them, the walls of the room from before nowhere to be found.

“You saw him Trump! Race ya!”

Trump splurted out a laugh before quickly outrunning his sister.

Bobby’s grinned widened as Tilín began pulling him along, not to be outdone by their siblings. Giggles escaped their lips as they caught up pace.

As Bobby ran he thought of the many adventures ahead, ready to make every new moment count. 

And when he saw his mami and papi again he’d tell them every second of it. One day.

But for now until forever he’d enjoy every second he had with the family before him, together again.

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Thank you for reading :DDD

I wrote like 90% of this the night Bobby’s death was confirmed and then lost motivation for two months before finishing it lmao

Aaand I tried my best but before Bobby died I had never actually seen a Roier or Jaiden stream (now I watch them pretty often) so if there’s any inconsistencies such as how they refer to each other just ignore them for my sake XD

#qsmp #qsmp writing #qsmp bobby #qsmp tilin #qsmp trump #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp eggs #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp jaiden #qsmp roier #it’s been TWO MONTHS MAN #and let’s not forgot that fucking birthday party #I wanted to cry I miss them all so much #BUT the angst potential tho #hence this #author is not sorry lmao #qsmp fanart

[gamequeenanya]

The Hardest Part - lee Michael, ler Phone Guy

Summary: After Sister Location, Michael tries to grasp a sense of normalcy. And yet, after everyone in his neighbourhood has shunned him, the strangest man still sticks by him. Can he cheer up Michael, or are his methods too silly and childish?

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Michael looked at the man in disgust. What was wrong with him?

Though Scott had been afraid of Ennard, and hid away from him, now he came to talk to Michael like he was a normal person. Like Scott didn't see a difference between the living and the undead. Like the most unironic Halloween maniac he'd ever seen.

Scott just looked back at him with worry.

"Mike…? A-are you alright…?"

He looked away. Of course he wasn't alright! He'd not only lost all of his beauty but also his humanity in only seven days! How does one recover from that?! Yet when Michael looked at Scott again, he felt a rush of worried feelings. If Scott got too close to him, he'd probably catch some sort of disease! Even though Michael had used formaldehyde to preserve what remained of his body.

"Scott, please. Stay away."

Stopping, Scott looked at him sadly.

"Mike…" He tried. It was hard to think of what to say. What could he say that could help him, and not offend him after going through a situation like this? What could Scott possibly say to comfort him, when he didn't even know close to what it was like…? He looked down at his hands. How could he know the pain Michael was going through when he'd been rescued from Freddy's without a scratch? He knew pain and suffering but it didn't even come close to-

"Please Scott. Look at me…" Michael tried to make it known what Scott was doing with his eyes. If he had any expressions left. "Do not touch me. It-it is dangerous… At least, can you wear some sort of protective suit?"

Finally seeming to understand, Scott nodded.

…

Now they were on the couch; Michael wearing the clothing he always wore, a purple sweater and black pants. And Scott wearing his regular clothes, with a hazmat suit over it.

Scott had wrapped his arms around Michael in a hug.

It had felt strange to Michael. Someone showing him affection. He felt he deserved to be hated and despised, given how his father had treated him for most of his life. How his whole family had treated him.

He tried to enjoy the show on screen. But he kept thinking of the strange man beside him, which distracted him from the show. They sat in silence after it was complete. There was no more popcorn in the bowl.

Michael noticed Scott hugging him closer, and hugged back. As expected, Scott was a cuddlebug.

"You are so sweet." He said with a soft smile. "Why are you so sweet?"

He shook his head. Honestly he didn't know.

"I'm not sweet, Mike. I-I'm kind of scummy actually…"

Mike rolled his eyes.

"You really think that after all we've been through? After you saved the trapped souls, let alone me?"

He playfully pinched Scott's side.

"Eep!" Scott squeaked. Then he smirked. "Oh really, Michael~ You're really trying to tickle me, when I'm wearing this suit?"

The yellow hazmat suit was rather thick. Mike didn't think about the consequences of his actions and how Scott's suit would prevent him from retaliating. He laughed nervously.

"Ah! N-no hard feelings…?"

Scott pounced, wiggling his fingers all over Michael's sides.

"AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! NOT THERE!" He cried, squirming. He'd always been extremely ticklish, seeming to inherit both parents' tickle spots. It wasn't fair! "HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAAAA COME OHHOHOHON!"

"Awww, poor Michael! Way too ticklish for your own good~!"

He tickled up his ribs slowly, in a rhythmic up and down motion.

"HAHAHAHAHHHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAAHAHHAHAA!"

"Hmm, I wonder if your armpits are bad?" He carefully swirled double digits in both armpits at once.

"NAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEAN!"

"Am I really mean, if you were the one who thought up this technique…?" He questioned.

"HAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA! COME ON!"

Scott frowned, noticing he couldn't tickle Michael's stomach or bellybutton anymore. There were a few other things he wanted revenge for… But it didn't matter. Michael still had plenty of other spots! He gently skittered his fingers on the sides of his neck.

"EHEHEHEEHEHEEEEEE!" Michael scrunched his neck up, big grin on his face. Scott stopped for a bit, wondering where to go next. Michael caught his breath and waited in anticipation. It was always fun to see what Scott was planning.

"Hmm… Oh, I know!" He said with a breezy smile. And suddenly he was at his feet, taking his shoes and socks off.

"Hahahah, wait-wait-!" Michael begged, covering his face.

"Hmmmmm? I'm waiting…!" Scott teased.

"Hahahaha, you're so weird!" He laughed, holding his sides.

"You too," he said affectionately. And he wiggled his fingers over Mike's right arch.

"AHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAAA!" He doubled over in laughter. Scott continued to tickle there until Mike begged him to move to the other foot. He was more than happy to oblige, now tickling all over the left sole, and tickling between his toes. "AHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAA!"

"Hm. Isn't it strange that in English, we have individual names for our fingers, but not for our toes…? Mm. I don't think that's fair."

Michael giggled and laughed more, not liking where this was heading.

"I think we should name our toes too!" Scott said firmly. He wiggled Mike's pinky toe. "I think we should call this one Jeremiah!"

"Seriously?! Hahahaha!" Mike laughed.

"Yeah! And how about we call these ones Mike and Scott, after ourselves?" He wiggled the toes that were next in line. Mike giggled, still squirming. Scott thought for a bit more. "And how about… Uh…"

Mike got distracted a little and tried to tickle Scott's neck a little.

"Hey! Haha." He glared at him playfully. That was all the warning Mike got before Scott sat on his legs and skittered his fingers all over both soles at once.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAAAA! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" He squealed, though he didn't feel sorry at all.

"As I was saying! I think the next toe should be called Clara. And the big toe is Vlad!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOO!" Michael cried.

Finally, Scott got off of him and offered him a hand to help him up.

"Thank you…" Michael said, catching his breath. He pulled himself back onto the couch.

"Need some water?" Scott offered him. Mike shook his head.

"I-I'm just confused…"

"Hm…?"

"Those names you chose. They're from a TV show, aren't they?" He guessed. "Do-Do you watch The Immortal and the Restless too?"

Scott nodded with a grin. "It's my favourite show!"

He pulled himself onto the couch as well. Michael put an arm around him and flipped channels to find it. Perhaps they weren't so different after all.

(The End)

#fnaf tickling #fnaf tickles #ler phone guy #lee michael afton #ler!phone guy #lee!michael afton #ticklish michael #tickle fic #my writing #I love their friendship #let's normalize friends living together again #and yes this silly fic is about my more serious au

[sadakorosee]

When S/O dropped Donnie's mutagen canister Part 1

(Donnie x fem!reader + all brothers)

When S/O dropped Donnie's mutagen canister

Genre: Angst, unknown ending

Word count: 1,153 words

A/N: reader is over 20 years old & working. any job has its own stress level, so please don't compare office, retails and f&b. we all have stress.

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"There's nothing you can do!"

"Donnie, I said I was sorry!"

Whenever you had a rough day at work, the only person or mutant turtle you'd go to, some of you would think it's Mikey since he was the original ball of sunshine. He'd just cheer you up and intentionally screw things up to make you feel less about yourself.

But the second mutant turtle you'd go to was your genius boyfriend, Donatello. He's not the type to cheer you up like Mikey does but he could distract you by letting you assist him in his projects. Recently, he found a batch of mutagen and regenerate it into cure heavy wounds. Because the turtles' body was all mutagen and muscles, he thinks he can recreate the mutagen to make it less dangerous; for eg. he'd make it risk free in case it spilled on his human girlfriend.

He kept the mutagen batch in a secured glass container everytime he's not using it to keep it safe, especially from Mikey, and resume back to his other project.

Donnie's hands were full and huge so he requested you to help him pour the mutagen into a beaker but you got clumsy and forgot to hold the mutagen canister's bottom and it slipped from your hands. You forgot how heavy the canisters were and gasped when it broke to the floor.

"y/n!" Donnie exclaimed, hands on his head. "That was our only mutagen canister!" He moved you aside anyway so your legs don't touch the chemical.

"I-I'm sorry. I forgot how heavy the canister was. Don, I'm so-"

"I am tired of everyone keep breaking my stuff here and there while I'm killing myself here. I never should have asked for your help." He walked past you and cleaned his floor. You were about to help pick up the glass canister pieces when he put his hand up, "Don't. You'll make it even worse. I don't want to have to treat your wounds either."

Your lips pursed to keep your hurt feelings contained and watched him quietly as he clean it so easily. If it were you, it'd take you 1 or 2 hours to make it look sparkly clean. He was right; you'd make it worse.

He excused you and you found yourself watching his back instead. Not bothering to argue, you turned away and about to leave the lair when Leo coincidentally walked by, a mug in his hand. He noticed your eyes were teary, his lips pulled away from the mug and put it down to go to you.

He didn't need to ask who made you cry and sighed. "Did he lash out on you?" you only looked down at his feet, tears about to pool out. "I can't speak for him but you two need time out for a while. I know your work is tough right now. Get some fresh air outside, sleep, and come back after you feel better. I'll talk to him."

You couldn't control it anymore and sobbed, Leo immediately pulled you to his chest. He looked at you like you were his sister and patted your head, which is bad cause it made you vulnerable and cried harder. The burden you went through at work you were supposed to tell it Donnie so he can comfort you but instead it was Leo who comforted you when you need it most.

Mikey escorted you back to your apartment and watched you walk inside your shoulders drooped in sadness. He stayed behind for another 10 minutes and when your lights are off, he went back to the lair. "Poor, y/n. I hate to see her like this."

When he reached the lair, Donnie happened to be at the kitchen making his coffee and only took a sip of it before he noticed Mikey walking in.

"Hey, Mike. Have you seen y/n?" It was like Donnie forgot what just happened few hours ago.

Mikey frowned. "Uh, I sent her home, dude. You upset her tonight so Leo sent me to escort her back."

Then it hit Donnie he was pissy at y/n earlier and his face winced at the memory of it. He looked down at his coffee mug and without warning swung it away from the counter. All because he didn't have his coffee before y/n came over.

"I have to go get her."

"Bro, don't." Mikey put his hand on Donnie's plastron. "y/n was really upset today. She-"

"Mikey don't stop me."

"Okay, back away you two." Raph stepped in between the two youngest easily. "Ay, Don. Leo sent her home because she was crying. Like, full on sobbing. Can't even stand on her two legs on her own."

"A-All because of what I did to her?" Donnie's chest tightened. He'd hate himself if you don't speak to him anymore.

"Hah, she's a strong gal not even you can make her cry like that," Raph slapped his brother's shell. "But she had a rough day and from the yelling I heard from my space, it was her last straw."

It was indeed your last straw - working in an office where it's understaffed and you did a 4 man job for 1 week straight. Your deadline was today and it wasn't even half done when your boss yelled at you, throwing the stacks of paper of your report to your face while your colleagues can only watch in silence. Some felt sorry for you and some loved how miserable you were. You weren't threatened to get fired despite all that and your HR advised you to get a 1 week leave due to you overtiming. Bless their heart.

You can take the yelling and your boss mansplaining you (honestly, watching him mouthing off just shows his superiority complex) but what you didn't expect was him going physical as to throw papers at you. Your boss was never the type to get physical but today was the day you realized you walked into a tiger's pit when you didn’t complete your report on time.

4 days into your 1 week leave, you felt refreshed from sleeping in and eating your meals on time after 7 months of torture. Your phone had been dead since your argument with Donnie not realizing he has been calling you. When there's no answer from you for 4 days, Donnie just panics.

That night your only friend-colleague invited you for movies together. The turtles were also on patrol and happened to see you walking to the cinema 10 minutes from your apartment. Donnie just observes your face and felt his chest tightened when he saw your fake smile you just flashed at your friend. For a year he's been dating you, you always flash a genuine and beautiful smile at his family but a fake smile?

He blamed himself.

What is it going to take for him to have you in his arms again?

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part 2 coming soon :) thank u for reading!!!

TMNT Masterlist

Read Part 2 here

#tmnt masterlist #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt donnie x reader #angst #tmnt angst

[light-lanterne]

Not that I doubt your writing speed, but in the event that it takes you a while to get through your Bylerween stories to the point that they can't end up in the event... would it be possible to request a small summary of the things you'd planned?

hello ! thanks for the ask ~! there are all the reasons to doubt my writing speed, unfortunately, so by all means, a small summary is a perfectly reasonable request !! these are not the final synopses (maybe not even final titles), so please forgive how rushed and imperfect they are x.x

please be warned, though: out of the list with warnings for the event the @bylerween2023 mods posted, at least 90% of those themes are mentioned and alluded to in this post (let alone the stories themselves). proceed with caution.

an offering @boycattj, @byelerss, @catboy-cabin, @cosmobrain00, @dark-quill, @conanssummerchild, @fenixashes, @fluffyfangirl, @foodiewithdahoodie, @holyvirgilscriptures, @hyperfixationcentralsvoid, @rotisseries, @wheelersboy, @yearninginblue. forgive me for tagging you all in unfinished stories, but i thought maybe you'd find some of these concepts interesting >.<

- - - - - - - - ☽ day 1 — ghosts and hauntings ☾ - - - - - - - -

the old barn on cornwallis road

will's house is haunted. not by a ghost or a spectre, but by the cries and suffering of all the boys his father has kidnapped, tortured, and murdered over the past couple years. young as he is, there is nothing he can do but sit and watch as the boys perish, their resentful eyes following his every move as he performs his part in their abduction and killing, fantasies of escaping by himself nothing but a distant dream he'd be better off forgetting. that is, at least, until he meets his dad's latest victim. he's younger than the others, yet far more resilient and determined to escape. more importantly, however, he is kind and understanding with will and so, will's dreams of freedom slowly begin to include this boy. unfortunately, however, they remain dreams and will is instead forced to witness as mike's spirit and fight leave him as the days go by and the brutality lonnie enacts on him becomes worse and worse, his death an impending doom they cannot avoid,,, unless, of course, will manages to do something to save them both.

- - - - - ☽ day 2 — slashers, gore and body horror ☾ - - - - -

a sun to his moon

goat fae will has a normal, quiet life in his small community. he spends his days playing with his friends, cloud gazing, foraging for delicious berries and, quite literally, looking for greener pastures. one day, as he is making his way back home, he gets caught by a strong storm which forces him to seek refuge in an old abandoned barn, the pitch black darkness and his runny nose effectively restricting his senses to the point that he can only hear. and hear he does, when he catches a noise by his side and realises that there is someone in there with him. mike, to be precise; another lost soul who got caught by the storm. they can't see each other, or smell each other, but simply by talking they decide they really enjoy their time together and thus, when the rain stops and they're able to leave, they arrange to meet the next day and have a proper conversation. so they go, then arrive at their meeting spot, then come to a halt as they realise that they'd both made the same mistake: they'd assumed the other to be the same species as themselves when, in fact, mike is a wolf fae, the likes of which are notorious for eating goat faes.

- - - - - ☽ day 3 — demons, devils and exorcisms ☾ - - - - -

blood for the blood moon

it is the 16th century and will is having a tough time. his birthday is a week away and that would normally be a reason to celebrate, but this time he can't bring himself to cheer up even though he knows he should. in one week, his twin sister, jane, will be accepted into the town's council as their high priestess, her magic bringing peace to the village and convincing even the most religious old people of her goodness and pure intent. him? he's not special like jane. he's just a nobody who doesn't quite belong, who doesn't get invited to these events, and who can't even get his crush's attention, no matter what he does. mike hasn't always been a part of his life —or anyone's—; in fact, will can't even remember when they met. all he knows is that he cares so much about mike and it's entirely unfair that everything he does for him goes unnoticed. just last week, will helped him find clean water (just a couple days after the town's well was deemed poisoned), saved mike from biting into a rotten apple (the entire harvest had turned out wrong), scared off that nasty wild goat that kept following them both (its big horns a massive danger), and even warded off that stupid girl who keeps bothering mike even though he's clearly not interested (her broken arm should serve as a reminder to stay away, right?) he does all these things for mike and all will gets is silent stares and teasing smiles and he loves those, but he wants so much more and he doesn't know what to do and it's all making him so angry that he's beginning to believe a demon might've gotten into him, or something. but surely that can't be. demons are not real and will won't change his mind on the matter; not even if jane keeps bugging him about mike's red eyes and his supposedly dark, evil aura.

- - - - - - - - ☽ day 4 — psychological horror ☾ - - - - - - - -

the secret in mike wheeler's basement

there is a secret mike keeps in his basement. it's something important, something he treasures more than anything in the world. but he won't show anyone. not even dustin, when he visits for his weekly check-ins on his childhood friend. not even lucas or max, who only get to come back to hawkins every other month and can't bear the sight of mike's current home. not even el, who's tried to peek into mike's brain more than once only to be met by absolute darkness. and to be entirely honest, mike's silence is quite frustrating. the fight against vecna left them all tired and scarred and moving on from it all has been really hard, but they all still want to keep in touch and thus, the fact that they all make an effort except mike has left them a bit bitter. it's as if everything he's ever needed is there, in the basement, and the party would love to know what's got their friend so enthralled he can't even make time for them anymore. maybe will knows what's in there. he did come back to town for a few weeks sometime last year, during the summer; back then, will had wanted to show his then-boyfriend around town and there had been a couple clashes with mike, but as far as the others knew, everything had smoothed over when the boyfriend left suddenly and mike had will all for himself again. maybe it was then that mike showed will what laid beneath the floorboards, and maybe will held the answer as to why mike's entire house smells of acetone and dry blood. but there's no way of knowing. no one's seen will in a year either so as far as the party's concerned, mike's probably just obsessed with one of the weird life-like dolls he started making once he moved into the old creel house.

- - - - - - - - - ☽ day 5 — came back wrong ☾ - - - - - - - - -

a deal with god

will's life hasn't been easy: poverty, shitty dad, shitty classmates, shitty town. it all used to get to him, back when he lived in hawkins, but now, in retrospective, none of that is as bad as what his life is now. it could be worse, though. being abandoned in a dark, cold, alternate dimension is truly a horrible experience to go through at the tender age of twelve, but at least he's alive, right? more importantly, he's found a way to survive and, quite frankly, thrive in this place his friends called "the upside down". and sure, the powers he developed are big part of why he's even made it this far, but he dares say he's assimilated rather well in the ecosystem and he's almost ready to call this place home. but not yet. first, he needs to help henry destroy the other world. the one where he's been forgotten by the entirety of the town, and where his name is only ever uttered in mockery by everyone he ever loved. not mike, though. mike's the only one who still cares for him and continues to search for him even now, five years after will was taken and everything changed for them all. mike's the only one who's asked about him now that the gates are open and the "upside down" has filtered into whatever's left of hawkins, and he's the only one who seems willing to go on their own to try to find will. mike still cares, and will loves him for it, and that's why he's not going to let him go with the rest. a singular human surviving should do nothing to disturb his and henry's plans and so, will's decided he's going to keep mike alive. even if he has to lie and manipulate mike into coming with him, and even if he has to ask for henry's help.

- - - - - - - - ☽ day 6 — supernatural creatures ☾ - - - - - - - -

cruelty and the beast

(just going to link the original post i'd already made for this one >.<)

- - - ☽ day 7 — witches, wizards and necromancers ☾ - - -

the lost eden funeral home and crematorium

mike has always been fascinated by death. ever since he was a little child, he'd freak his sister out by bringing home carcasses he'd find in the forest, or by showing her the remnants of whatever poor critter he'd had to dissect during biology class. it is then no surprise that he'd end up working at a mortuary, embalming the bodies of the deceased every night and coming home with the smell of formaldehyde well ingrained in his brain. most nights, his time at the mortuary is filled with boring paperwork and the occasional facial reconstruction he has to slave over for the entirety of his shift. every once in a while, he is tasked with dealing with the result of a massive accident and struggles to catch his breath as he prepares up to a dozen bodies for their funeral. however his night goes, he tries to enjoy his job as much as he can, and he likes to think he's really good at it and can handle anything the world throws at him. ,,,that is, of course, until the night when he accidentally reads a passage out of his boss' necromancy manual and brings back to life the body of a young man who passed away under very violent circumstances. who, despite looking (and smelling) like a rotten zombie, seems to be a sweet and lovely dude who died far too soon. so, and because he is nothing but fascinated by the entire situation, mike decides to go a little further and try to bring the man fully back, no matter what it takes.

and that's it ! all the stories i was supposed to write for bylerween and which i'll slowly chip away over the course of the year x.x hopefully you found some of these entertaining ~!

#🎃 #✨ #🧸 #byler #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction #byler ficlet #will byers #mike wheeler #dark byler agenda #bylerween2023

[xoxoavenger]

F*&% Them All

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N visits Eddie on a special night at Hellfire Club.

word count: 2737

warnings: allusions to sex but no actual smut, cursing

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"What do you mean you're getting married?" Dustin practically screamed as soon as Eddie had announced it at the end of that night's campaign. They were in the middle of the game, Dustin about to roll, when Eddie dropped the bomb as casually as telling someone what they ate for breakfast.

"I didn't even know you had a girlfriend." Mike frowned, watching Eddie roll his eyes.

"Well, she doesn't go to the goddamn high school." He smirked. He was waiting for her to come through the door, looking like the absolute babe she was, and knock the socks off of all these boys. She wasn't sure if any of them would know who she was, but honestly her looks alone were enough to take any of these dweeb's breath away.

"How the hell did you meet her then?" Dustin asked, making Eddie simply blink at him. This kid was going to run Eddie into the ground.

"My life does not revolve around you losers, believe it for not." Eddie sassed back, making Gareth and Jeff stifle a laugh.

"Did those asshats know and we didn't?" Dustin was getting heated, causing the other members of Hellfire to giggle slightly. Mike and Lucas pretending to be coughing when Dustin turned, but it was a poor acting job.

"Well, have you ever asked, Henderson?" Eddie questioned, making Dustin sigh, because as stupid as it was the older man was correct.

"No," The younger boy answered, annoyed.

"Right then," Eddie cocked his head slightly, smile returning. "I am getting married, and you fuckers are all invited." This caused another uprising from the group, however more positive this time.

"You're actually getting married?" Lucas questioned, and Eddie groaned.

"Like, you're having a ceremony?" Mike asked. Eddie put his hands on his head, wanting to pull out his goddamn hair.

"Was that not clear?" He was shouting now, causing the members of Hellfire to cringe back slightly. "How much more explaining do I have to do for you idiots to believe me!" He watched his group simply blink at him, knowing that their questions pushed him too far.

"You could bring her in to meet us at some point." Of course Dustin didn't know his boundaries, and he quickly realized as Eddie's eyes went wide that he had pushed the older man to his breaking.

"Listen here you little shit," Eddie was standing, his hands slamming against the table. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to Dustin to piss him off, but he wanted it to be good. "You have been uninvited to the wedding." He decided on, sitting back and watching the kid shake his head and start to whine.

"No, no, no!" Dustin cried out, drowning out the sound of a girl's laughter through the hall and finally into the room.

"Who the hell have you uninvited to our wedding now, babe?" Her voice caused every man at the table to turn and stare. Walking down the hall and into the doorway, she stood, cheerful as ever, using one hand to wave at the boys.

"You're getting married to Y/N L/N?" Lucas asked, and Eddie smirked at all of their shocked faces.

"Present," Y/N smiled at the group as she stood in the doorway, both hands now behind her back.

"You said she didn't go to this high school!" Dustin argued, looking angry at Eddie again.

Y/N had gone to Hawkins High, graduated in three years and was captain of the cheer team. She graduated in '84 - two years prior - and was in Eddie's senior class the first time. She was the one who encouraged him to start the Hellfire Club his sophomore year, and even played with him on nights when she wasn't at practice or a game - which wasn't often, but she still did it.

So, Eddie had been in love with her for about five years at this point, even if they had only been dating for two of those years.

"No, I said she doesn't go to the high school. As in present." Eddie smirked, staring at his girl as if she put the stars in the sky herself.

"I didn't know kids still knew my name." Y/N smiled, watching all the boys melt. Her smile could melt cheese with how bright it was. Eddie wanted to just take pictures of her smiling forever and put them all over his room.

And then maybe he'd take some pictures where she wasn't smiling. Pictures that would stay in his wallet, for his eyes only.

"You used to go over to the Wheelers all the time to tutor Nancy." Lucas filled in, still staring at Y/N. She was older than the last time they had seen her, about three years older, and in that time she had grown into an adult. It was a strange sight for this kids, who had just seen her in passing years ago. Y/N's eyes narrowed as she looked at the table, her gaze settling on Mike.

"Mike Wheeler?" She gasped, her hands coming out from behind her back and showing off a small container with what could be cookies in it, causing all the boy's to stare. "You guys still hang out?" She looked at the rest of the group, obviously not realizing she had ruined her surprise.

"Baby," Eddie was obviously getting upset that the attention was not on him anymore. "What'd you got there?" He nodded to the container, and she gasped, as if she had suddenly remembered it.

"I made you guys cookies," She smiled, moving forward to put them on the table and take off the top. As she did so, she got close enough for Eddie to grab her waist and pull her into him, causing her to knock over the cookies. They fell all over the table, one falling not the floor.

"Eddie!" Dustin groaned through a mouth full of cookie, gesturing toward the now soiled cookie. Eddie rolled his eyes, tugging Y/N onto his lap more so that they were both sitting on the throne, Y/N's legs pulled over his lap and his hand venturing all the way from her calf to her upper thigh, slightly too high to be decent especially in front of children. The contact on her skin felt nice, since she was wearing a dress tonight for good impressions, however she knew Eddie probably needed to be stopped. She grabbed his wrist as he decided to go further, all the way to her ass. She tilted her head when he smirked at her, fingers twirling at her.

"There are children here," She whispered, leaning forward to put her face close to his. She scrunched her nose, and Eddie couldn't help but lean forward and kiss it, because she was just too cute. He then looked to see only a couple cookies left, and his face instantly changed to anger.

"Hey, dumbasses!" Eddie yelled out, the volume making Y/N close her eyes and lift her eyebrows. "Leave some for me! My wife made them!" He reached forward and snatched the rest, causing an uprising of groans.

"You're not married yet!" Dustin reminded the couple, finishing off his cookie.

"Too bad you'll never see it!" Eddie fired back, stuffing a cookie in his mouth to punctuate his sentence. Y/N smirked, grabbing his face and pressing a big, wet kiss to his cheek. It made him blush slightly, and she smiled at that as she turned his face for a proper kiss.

"Thank God." Dustin fired back, but they both could tell that he was hurt.

"He's joking," Y/N rolled her eyes as she broke away from the kiss.

"I'm not," Eddie shook his head, arm wrapped around Y/N and pulling her close, the other hand resuming rubbing up her thigh now that she had let go of his wrist.

"Eddie," She sighed, frowning. She knew she could get him to stop acting up, the same as she knew Eddie was joking. "You talk about Dustin, like, all the time." She tried hard to keep her pouting look as Eddie looked at her like she had just stabbed him in the back.

"You know my name?" In all truth for Dustin's question, she had figured it out in the combination of what Eddie has told her and what she remembered of the boys when she would tutor Nancy. Which, as she thought about it, was more her helping Nancy with some homework and then talk about the boys at school.

But, Dustin won't know that, and neither will Eddie.

"Of course. Eddie talks about all of you." She smiled at the group, who was looking at her and Eddie with confusion.

"He does?" Dustin asked, hope filing his voice even as he tried to act cool.

"No," Eddie removed one hand from Y/N's thigh to hold a finger out, trying to take control of his club once more. "No, I don't. And if I do, it's about Hellfire." Eddie looked back with pleading eyes at Y/N.

"Oh, Eds," She whispered, petting back his hair as if he were a child. Mike and Lucas shared a look at how annoying it was that Eddie still looked at her with big, soft, eyes. "Please, just reinvite Dustin." She put a hand on Eddie's chin once more, giving him a quick kiss.

"We don't even have a date set." He whined, his hand squeezing her thigh. She sighed, looking at the table that still had everyone's stuff and the empty container of cookies.

"Why don't you finish your game and then we'll go home and talk about wedding plans." She suggested, the boys watching as Eddie sighed and nodded.

"You heard the woman!" He yelled when the boys continued to just stare.

"What just happened?" Mike muttered, blinking. Sure, he had been in a relationship with El for awhile, but this was something completely different. Eddie seemed to be wrapped around Y/N's finger.

They went through the rest of the campaign, with Y/N cheering everyone on and giving Eddie good luck kisses for part of it, getting sleepy as she continuously shifted onto Eddie's lap even more; he was grabbing her up and making sure she was as close as possible, somehow shifting closer every time. Everyone was shocked that Y/N knew what she was talking about, that she knew was she was doing.

"You're looking at a founding member of Hellfire, boys." Eddie smacked a kiss onto Y/N's cheek, loving the way she grinned and curled into him.

"There's no way." Even Gareth was surprised at this, and Y/N just rolled her eyes.

"She helps with every campaign." Eddie shrugged, smiling because he was finally getting to share his girl with his boys.

An hour later they were done, and Y/N was practically asleep by the time the last dice roll - she was completely straddling Eddie's lap now, her head resting on his shoulder and his arms around her ass, keeping her dress from flipping up and flashing everyone.

"I can't believe she has him wrapped around her finger." Mike whispered to Lucas and Dustin as he stared at the two on the throne while continuously putting his stuff away. Y/N had her cheek pressed against Eddie's chest now, hair covering her face mostly. Eddie was pushing her hair back, looking at her lovingly, the same he had all night.

"I bet she even tops." Dustin said nonchalantly as he slid his binder into his bag.

"Dude!" Lucas and Mike both yelled, grossed out at the thought of the couple having sex. Before Dustin could say anything back, Eddie was ready to kill them.

"Hey!" He whisper yelled, getting their attention. "Shut the fuck up!" He gestured slightly to the sleeping girl in his arms, who was moving slightly.

"Sorry," Lucas whispered, looking away quickly.

"Don't think I didn't hear you little shits talking about my sex life." Eddie grumbled, settling back into his throne and going back to being obsessed with the girl in his arms.

"We're never getting his full attention again." Dustin muttered as the three of them stared at the couple on the throne. Everyone else was leaving, muttering shit at Eddie as they left. Eddie didn't even nod, probably because he couldn't be bothered to know what they were saying anyway.

"So, when's the next meeting?" Mike asked, barely loud enough for Eddie to hear.

"When have I ever told you that at the current meeting, Wheeler?" He asked, not even looking up at the boys as he stared at his girl.

"You know you're gonna have to wake her up so she can drive back home?" Dustin asked, and Eddie looked up at them, eyes wide in anger, and took a deep breath.

"Henderson, you are so goddamn lucky that my wife is asleep on me because otherwise I would be strangling you with my bare hands." The strength that it took Eddie to not scream was immense, but he made it with an even voice and was able tp keep Y/N asleep.

"She's not your wife," Again, Dustin with the pushing boundaries.

"Get the fuck out." Eddie grumbled, staring them down as they left.

"You're gonna get us kicked out one of these times." Mike said as they walked through the hallways.

"I give it two weeks from now." Lucas nodded with a sigh, making Dustin groan.

"You guys have no faith in me!"

Meanwhile, Y/N was waking up with Eddie.

"You gotta be easier on those kids." She muttered, having only been partly asleep the whole time.

"Didn't you hear what they were saying?" Eddie asked softly, looking down and rubbing her back. It was enough to make her want to go back to sleep.

"Eddie, they're not even teenagers." She sighed, moving to sit up. "They think I'm the one in charge." She smiled, watching Eddie smirk.

"They're fourteen." He muttered, a hand going to her neck to stroke her skin.

"They clearly know nothing." She was still smiling, eyes droopy from sleep.

"Clearly, if they think you top." It was almost a joke, almost enough to make them laugh as Eddie ran his finger along the collar of her dress, one that was barely hiding the marks Eddie had made on her on the last night. "What if you just went home with me. I can bring you to pick up your car tomorrow." He was practically begging, so she nodded, getting ready to stand.

"We need to set a date for our wedding." She told him, grabbing his hand after he swept all his D&D stuff into his bag.

"You're already my wife," He used her hand to pull her forward and kiss her, thumb rubbing against the ring on her finger. It was smaller, because he failed senior year twice and sold drugs for a living, but obviously Y/N didn't seem to care.

"We still need a ceremony." She said as they parted, pulling him out the door. The ceremony was solely for her benefit, because they had already gone to the courthouse and gotten married a couple months ago anyway. They didn't tell anyone because they were both young, and Eddie was still technically in high school and it would mean reliving the shit they went through when the town found out that the girl who graduated in three years and the boy who couldn't graduate were dating.

"Do we?" Eddie asked running forward to open the door for Y/N. She smiled and felt her cheeks heat up as he did so, squeezing his hands in thanks.

"You already told your friends," She shrugged, smile on her face when he realized that telling the boys that he was getting married had suddenly backfired on him as his girl used it against him.

"Fuck them," Eddie grunted as he opened the van and the couple got in.

"Fuck them all," Y/N repeated with a large smile as he started the van and then backed up, grabbing her hand and putting it on the stick shift so that he could shift and hold her hand at the same time.

"Fuck them all." His voice was low, and they both knew that she was talking about more than the kids, more than his friends and her friends and their wedding. They were talking to everyone who talked about them behind their backs, who judged their relationship without knowing either of them.

So yeah, fuck them all.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader

[dreamsallalongthewatchtower]

CH 1. Sin City

Summary: The daggers arrive in Las Vegas and it's just the beginning. Jake sets his sights on a girl he has to get know. Natasha meets an old friend and catches up.

Notes: Mentions of Alcohol, nothing too bad 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.3k

Bradley, Jake and Bob were starting to get antsy. Knowing they should wait for the rest of the squad to join, the excitement of Vegas was starting to seep its way into the minds of Jake and Bradley. “We know where we’re all going to end up tonight so we might as well get a jump on the fun and go somewhere. It’s pointless to wait for the other three.” Jake suggested from the bathroom. “For once you are absolutely right Bagman. I heard this place called House of Blues is supposed to be a cool place, let’s start there and see where we are before we meet up with everyone else.” Bradley added. “I don’t know guys it would be fun to get out of the room, but shouldn’t we wait?” Bob asked cautiously. “Come on Floyd, I bet even you get laid this trip, the sooner we start the better chances you have.” Jake quipped. “Yeah Bob, and it’s not like we are going to go score drugs or head to a strip club, it’s the House of Blues, we’ll listen to some music and figure the rest out.” Bradley added. “I guess there is no harm in getting out onto the strip. Alright let’s go” Bob said putting on his shirt “Whoo!” Both Rooster and Hangman cried out. After five minutes the trio headed to The House of Blues.

After finding open seats at the bar the three men settle on a corner that faced the stage. While waiting for the next act Jake ordered beers for himself and Bradley and a ginger ale for Bob. “Here ya go boys,” the bartender said to them “First one is on the house for our fine military men.” the lady said as she walked away. “Looks like our luck has just started boys.” Bradley let out. “Please welcome to the stage long time favorite Maya Atwell.” A voice over the speakers announced. A tall slender women walked out onto the stage. Her unruly hair tucked into a ball cap that was placed backwards on her head let the crowd see her soft features and her blue eyes. “Hi everyone, how’s everyone’s night going?” The sultry voice asked. The crowd responded with a chorus of woos, whistles and hands clapping. “Those of you who are new, I’m Maya and I can play just about any song, for those of you who know the drill welcome on back. Let’s give a huge round of applause to Mike the owner slash manager and to the fine ladies you see around here serving.” Maya waited for the crowd to follow her orders and for the cheering to die down. “Normally I take requests, but I have plans later tonight so I’m going to be doing a short set of covers tonight. This first one” She continues as she tuned her guitar “Is by my favorite man in black. As always if you know it sing along and if you don’t I want you on your feet dancing. This is Walk the Line by Johnny Cash.” The sultry voice that was speaking to the crowd was not the same powerhouse voice that started on the song. Jake, Bradley, and Bob were all amazed. They stood in front of their stools and sang along with Maya. When the song finished the crowd erupted into applause. “I can’t believe a girl like that knows Johnny Cash” Jakes yelled to his counterparts. “Yeah, she’s something.” Bob added. “Alright this next one is one I love listening to growing up, this is for all of you who are infected with Beatlemania.” The singer started playing Hey Jude. “Damn bro, she is versatile. Who goes from Cash to The Beatles!” Bradley asked his friends. By the end of the song the singer had stopped playing and let the crowd finish out the song. “Okay” Coaxed the singer. “Last one for the night, this is one that I hold dear to my heart it was the first one I learned to play, and I hope I do it justice.” As soon as she started the first notes Jake recognized the song right away “Now she’s playing Nirvana! I have to meet this girl!” As Maya finished Come As You Are, everyone was on their feet applauding her. “Thank You House of Blues! Don’t forget to tip your waitresses.”

The singer exited the stage and appeared on the other side of the bar. “Let’s go meet her.” Jake suggested. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to go talk to the girl who can command the whole place like that.” Bob interjected. “Come on Bob, what kind of wing man are you?” Jake asked “I’m not a wing man I’m a weapons system operator” Bob responded dryly. “Look do me this favor and I can owe you anything, anywhere, any time. Okay?” Jake added. “Okay, let’s go talk to her.” Bob said in a defeated tone. The three men approached the singer and watched her finish a bottle of water. “Excuse me ma’am can I get the lady a glass of whatever wine she prefers?” Jake asked the bartender. The bartender looked at Maya, and back at Jake and let out a little chuckle. “This gentleman wants to buy you a glass of wine.” The bartender repeated to Maya. Maya smirked before she responded. “No thanks, I’ll take my usual Lola.” Maya said turning her back to the three men. Lola poured a double neat of Eagle Rare into a glass for Maya. This choice of drink made even Jake blush. A woman who knows her liquor. Jake stepped to the other side of her to talk with her more. “You like whiskey, I like that in a woman. I’m lieutenant Jake Seresin.” Jake said, putting his hand out to shake Maya’s hand. “Well lieutenant, I’m Maya, and Eagle Rare is actually a bourbon and I dont just like it, I love it. Best drink to have after a show.” Bradley let out a cough causing both Jake and Maya to whip their heads in his direction. “How rude of me, this is lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw and lieutenant Robert Floyd.” Jake said as Maya waved to the two other men. “Nice to meet you.” At that moment Maya felt her phone buzz in her pocket. It was a text from her friend that she is ready to meet for dinner. “Looks like that’s my cue. Thanks for coming and seeing the show, hope you boys have fun in Vegas.” Maya said as she threw back her drink. “See you later Lola.” “Wait can I get your number?” Jake asked, blocking her path from the door. “Maybe some other time Ken doll.” Maya side-stepped Jake and left through the front door. Bob and Bradley erupted in laughter. “Oh man, that was almost worth coming over here. So glad you owe me.” Bob said in between his laughs. “Shut up. Who knows maybe we’ll run into each other this week.” Jake said with a hint of hope. “Hey, I just got a text from the others they are at the hotel and want to meet up on the strip.” Bradley said. Silencing anymore laughter him or Bob had left. The three men left the House of Blues and headed back to the hotel.

Maya walked into Bubbas Gump’s Shrimp Co. looking for her friend. The hostess asked if she was looking for someone. Before Maya could respond a pair of hands were spinning her around and embracing her tightly. “Oh Ashes, I can’t believe it’s been three years!” a familiar voice squealed in Maya’s ear. When the girl pulled away, Maya saw her best friend. “Natasha! I can’t believe you’re here.” Maya responded. When the reunion of friends ended the two women were shown to a table on the upper patio. “So, how has Vegas been since the last time I saw you?” Phoenix asked. “It’s been good, still working off a couple of debts but I’m so close to being a free woman.” Maya said looking over the strip. “How has the navy been?” Maya asked, turning her full attention to her friend. “It’s been good to me, I got called back to Top Gun. A special priority mission, the best of the best.” Phoenix said puffing her chest and flexing her biceps. “You’ll never guess who else they called back.” Phoenix started. “Fucking Rooster.” Phoenix finished. “For as much as you talk about him, you either want to be with him or you truly hate him, so, which is it?” Maya asked her friend. Before Phoenix got a chance to answer a waiter came by to take their drink order. “Okay, so what have you got planned for this week?” Phoenix asked curiously about her friend’s plans. “Well first and foremost we’ll have VIP bottle service everywhere we go. But I have a couple nights planned on the strip to keep your buddies happy, then a few dinners, a day at the Bellagio cypress pool bar. I made an appointment for us with a special someone for tattoos and we have the Florida Georgia Line Concert tomorrow night.” Maya finished. “I can’t believe you are opening for them; how did you land that gig?” Natasha asked. Maya looked at her friend and looked out over the strip once more. “Oh, you know me Nix, I have my ways. Besides, the owner couldn’t find someone who was willing to be paid so little. I figured I could just have him put it towards what I owe.” Maya responded as the waiter came back over with their drinks. “What can I get ya’ll started with?” The waiter asked. The two women ordered a few appetizers and a couple cocktails. “What do you plan on doing after you have paid your debt?” Natasha asked, trying to meet her friend’s gaze. Maya looked down trying to search her head for an answer. She already knew what she was going to do. She was going to get the hell out of Las Vegas and never look back. But she didn’t want to let her friend in on the last surprise of her birth week. “Ashes, you know you are always welcomed at my house and I’m sure your aunt would love to see you.” Natasha added when her friend didn’t respond. “HA! The only time she calls is when she wants to update her friends on her pathetic niece.” Maya responded sharply. “Hey! You are not pathetic! You would be pathetic if you stayed with Elijah and kept doing drugs. But you chose to get better, and you chose to make a better life for yourself. The first call I got from you when you got here sounded like you were in your favorite book. Living like Hunter S. Thompson, I was truly worried. But you got help and you are paying back your debt. I couldn’t be prouder. I’m sure your aunt is just worried.” Natasha finished. “Yeah, well you don’t know her like I do, and you definitely don’t want to hear our conversations. But I digress. I might bounce around New York or go visit some friends in Tucson.  I’m not sure yet.” Maya said with a smirk, knowing she would be hounded until she gave her friend a real answer. The food and drinks came, and the two women sat reminiscing about their friendship and catching each other up on their current situations.

“So, my place is a little ways outside of town but it’s huge. It’s on loan from a friend of mine who won’t be back until winter. She is this really cool old lady. I wish you could meet her. She would love all the soldiers staying in her house.” Maya said as the two women waited for the bill. When the waiter put the little black checkbook on the table Natasha reached for it. “Um what do you think you are doing?” Maya asked. Snatching the book from her friends grasp. “I want to pay, plus I can get a discount.” Natasha responded. “No let me get this, okay?” Maya asked but was more or less telling her friend she had the bill. “Oh, I almost forgot to tell you there was this guy earlier. He tried to buy me a glass of wine and wanted my number.” Maya started. “Was he cute?” Natasha asked. “I mean yeah, he wasn’t horribly disfigured, but he was so cocky and kind of had this fuck boy vibe. The type for hooking up and not anything serious. But him and his buddies looked like they were here for a bachelor party, not the type to come to Vegas to gamble and see the sights.” Maya responded. “Did you give him your number?” Natasha inquired. “Yeah right. No, I told him some other time, then I called him Ken doll!” Maya said laughing. “Poor guy, had no clue he was finished before he even started.” Natasha said. The two women left the restaurant, stepping out into the cool Nevada air. “Text your buddies to meet us at On The Record, by the time they get there they we'll be able to start the birth week.” Maya said, leading Phoenix to her car. After a quick trip to the parking garage behind the nightclub the two women’s spirits were high and ready to party.

#natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #rueben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #mickey fanboy garcia #top gun maverick #tgm #fanfic #tgm fanfiction #jake seresin x oc

[sweet-villain]

I Will Always Love You ~ Eddie Munson

Tags : m-rae23 ~ palomam18 ~eddiesprincess86~ irish-newzealand-idian-dutch~ igmentofquinn ~ figmentofquinn ~gloomybrieyxb~hqtetsurou ~ theintimatewriter ~ randomstory56

Summary : It's over between you and Eddie, and he runs to Chrissy not to your surprise. What happens when tragedy strikes and Eddie tries to do anything he can to save you?

Author's Note : I cried so much

Warning : Angst

" I can't do this anymore" tears stream down your cheek as you looked at Eddie who stood near the sink of his trailer. His hands on the counter on each side as he stared into the silver shining sink filled with a few dishes.

Nothing was the same anymore between you and Eddie. He had been distancing himself. There was no more hand holding, kisses, kisses on the cheeks, the spot at the Hellfire table felt empty as much as Dustin and Mike tried to cheer you up, you didn't feel like Eddie's girl.

His eyes would always be on her. He had told you many times how the two of them were friends but you noticed the looks he was giving her. The same once he gave you.

Eddie didn't follow you as you left the trailer even though he felt his heart crack in two as you walked out of his life that day. You left in tears leaving your heart with him while you made it towards your car. Once you sat in the car, you erupted into sobs leaning your head on the wheel. Eddie stared out the window at the scene knowing he had to let you go.

A week went by and you had noticed how Eddie would wait after Chrissy's class, carried her books for her or took her backpack on his shoulder, she took your spot at the Hellfire table, he gave her a Hellfire shirt, one that you used to wear, his eyes shined when he looked at her. His eyes in heart eyes as he stared at her. He laughed at the things she said. He held her. He kissed her.

He told you, " we're just friends, don't worry about it"

It hurt. It hurt a lot that he moved on so quickly leaving you in the dust where you had to repair yourself with the help of Steve and Robin.

The both of them were loss at words finding out Eddie had moved on quickly from you. Steve was livid watching as Eddie came over during movie night with Chrissy on his arm. You tried so hard to be there for movie night, but making an excuse every time to not bare to see him with her.

" You don't need him" Robin rubbed your shoulder in comfort sending you a sympathetic smile during her shift at Family Video. You had came in to rent something to watch over the weekend. Steve came from the back with a familiar movie you loved so much. The same movie that you and Eddie would watch, together.

"Not that one, dingus!" Robin scolded him pushing the movie back into his chest sending him to the back with a stumble. Steve sent you an apologetic look as he walked into the back to look for something else you can watch.

The door bell rang signaling that someone had walked in. Not just any someone, Eddie and Chrissy holding hands. Everything seems to slow down. Silence filled the store. Not even a pin drop could be heard as the couple stiffed in their step. Eddie's brown eyes fall on your figure seeing the back of your jacket as you stood by the counter. Your shoulders tensed up and ears heightened as you heard that familiar jingle of chain when he walked through the door. Robin eyes you then look over at the two by the door.

" Hey" she reaches out her hand, laying on top of yours watching as your breathing picked up.

" I-I can't" you mumbled through your tear slipping your hand through hers dropping to your side as you turned around making a run for it. Eddie watches as you run out the door in sadness.

He didn't even get a chance to ask how you were doing. He turns to Robin and Steve makes his way from the back but stops in his tracks. His jaw sets as his gaze holds anger once he spots Eddie. He scoffs placing the movies he had in his hands on the counter as he points to Eddie.

" You got some nerve, Munson" Chrissy looks between the two, stepping back. Eddie's eyebrows scrunched together seeing the way Steve was reacting to his presence. Steve was his friend, so he thought.

" What?" Robin sighs as she leans back from the counter. " You need to leave, Eddie" she says, disappointment in her voice as she looks at Steve who's ready to jump at Eddie at any given moment.

" But I-"

" Leave" Steve spats as he points to the door. Eddie hangs his head feeling he's unwanted as he walks out the front door with Chrissy following him.

You couldn't hold the tears in as they flown down your cheek sitting at Benny's diner staring at the table, hunched over as your shoulders shook. You had no idea why you came here but you sat in silence, crying feeling eyes on you. You didn't care at that moment. Your heart was breaking seeing them together. Friends my ass.

" You look like you need this" Benny placed your favorite milkshake in front of you. You wiped your nose from the snot and the tears with the back of your sleeve looking up at Benny in silence as a thank you.

His hand lays on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze as a sort of comfort as he walks away. Your shaky hands grip the coldness of the cup as you reached for the straw, sipping on it slowly.

Your eyes are brimming with tears feeling the coldness of the milkshake go down your throat. You wished you haven't met Eddie then it would be easier not to hurt like this.

Eddie probably didn't even feel sorry about the way he hurt you. He dropped you for her. He replaces you with her. She was a cheerleader after all, while you loved to bury your face in your books, spend time at the library where Eddie would always find you taking your books as he ran around. The librarian always scolded him for running but he never got in trouble due to the librarian liking you.

You were just a nerd, Chrissy was so much better than you. But you loved him so much. You knew him like the back of your hand. You were always there for him whenever he got into fights, patching him up, you were there for his campaigns, you would watched as he drew in his notebook, you loved hearing him read to you, you loved being in his arms, waking up to him, you even cooked for him and brought Wayne some.

You treated him with so much love like he deserved but it wasn't enough. Chrissy was.

Eddie Munson betrayed your heart.

Things got worse when he brought her around everyone, including you as Hawkins had monsters reappearing and you and the rest were being heroes.

At one point the gang had left you alone with Eddie. You sat way far away from him avoiding his gaze. This gave a chance for Eddie to look at you clearly. He see's the redness and puffyiness in your eyes, he sees the sadness and the battle your trying to fight in your eyes, the way there is a crease in between your eyebrows. He knows your in your head.

But what catches him in awe is the way you spring into action showing you were the mama bear of the group. He watches as you grew closer to the kids, especially Dustin as he sees for the first time in awhile that your smiling.

" You don't love her" you mumbled out catching him off guard. His eyebrows knit together as he tries to figure out what you mean.

" Chrissy" you add to seeing the confusion on his face.

" You don't know how I feel Y/N, don't try to jump to any conclusions.. sweetheart" he tried the familiar nickname as it rolls of his tongue but it taste bitter, he's sees you flinch at it.

" There is no way you love her that quickly"

Eddie shot out of his seat as his jaw sets and fist to his side.

" You don't get to decide who I love or what I feel" he points his ring index finger at you, his other hand in a fist shaking by his side.

" I bet you didn't love me, even" Eddie takes a step back like you had shot him in the chest with your words.

" I never did" he hisses, lying to your face. Those words hit you hard as they slip out of his mouth. He watches as you turn your gaze away and your lip trembles, he sees the tear when you close your eyes. His hand itches for him to brush it away but he doesn't as he watches as your heart break in front of him once again.

You loved Eddie with all your heart. You loved him when he told you he didn't feel good enough for you. You told him he stole your heart from the moment he looked at you. From the moment he laughed. The moment he smiled. The moment he stood up for you. The moment he introduced you to Wayne. The moment he introduced you to the Hellfire table. The moment he had your back when Jason Carver decided to trip you. The moment he held you in his arms for the first time. The moment his lips were on yours. The moment he called you sweetheart. The moment his eyes locked with yours as you watched his set at the Hideout. The moment he put his trust in you.

But it wasn't enough. You weren't enough. Your love was not enough for him.

When the door swings open and everyone rushes back in, with Chrissy who happily hops over to Eddie wrapping her arms around his waist. He smiles down at her, one hand is on her cheek as he kisses her.

His eyes are wide open as he kisses her staring down at you already seeing that you were watching him. He watches as your heart cracks in your eyes.

He is the reason of it. Steve pushes past them as he makes his way over to you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into him. Eddie pulls away from Chrissy as he glares at Steve. Watching Steve comfort you.

He sits down and Chrissy sits on his lap and as he holds her, his heart sinks looking at you and Steve. Were you dating Steve? He closes his eyes as he takes deep breathe in. He shouldn't feel like this.

He got his dream girl, right?

Then why does it feel like everything is wrong in this moment. Everything was defiantly wrong. No one was ready for what's about to come not even Eddie who can't help but look at you.

-

Dustin, you and Eddie were going to deal with the demo bats while Nancy, Robin and Steve were going to end Vecna once and for all. You stood your ground with your heart racing watching as Dustin went first up the rope that connected Hawkins with Upside down.

Eddie was about to say something but you shoved him, he gave you one look before he climbed the rope, Dustin pulling him up as they both waited for you.

" Y/N! Let's go" Dustin yelled.

The screeching of the demobats was coming closer. You can hear them pound through the door.

You, you had been dating something else. With a sparkle look in your eyes. The look of determination, a look like you had something uo your sleeve.

" Y/N, climb up. You have to hurry...wait what are you doing?!" Eddie shouted, eyes wide as he watches you cut the sheet that connected your way to Hawkins and Upside down.

" NO!" Eddie screamed. Dustin's eyes got wide, his heart racing watching the one person that was like another mother to him, another person he looked up to watching as you moved the mattress away from the entrance.

" Y/N, please" Dustin begged. Both boys eyes were glossy with fear in their eyes.

You threw them one of those I'm sorry smiles, " I'm buying you both time."

" Absolutely not! Please" Eddie pleaded looking for a way to get to you through the gate. " Don't-t do this, sweetheart.... y-you can't..."

You blew a kiss to them grabbing onto your weapon and you were out of their view.

" Fuck!" Eddie yelled, tears streaming down his cheeks. He wasn't about to lose you. " We gotta get to her!"

Eddie couldn't lose you, you had dreams going to college and being a journalist. You had dreams to get away from Hawkins and have family. You used to tell him you wanted to be a mother one day, but a mother to his children. You had so many things to do for yourself. But you also were choosing to leave your friends, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, El, Hopper and even Eddie. Eddie was the love of your life and he was terrified of losing you. He loves you. He made a mistake and hopes he can fix it.

" I'm coming for you, sweetheart" Eddie says as he and Dustin find a way through the gate. You needed Eddie. You needed him.

Eddie doesn't remember the last time he ran this fast with his heart racing like it was about to be ripped out of his chest. His eyes are in panic as he stops in his tracks noticing the demo bats had fallen to the ground.

His heart sinks seeing your body come into his view.

" Y/N!" He yelled as he races to you, to your body. Your hair surrounds your face like a crown, body is filled with bites from demobats, your shirt is stained with blood. You were bleeding badly and it wasn't good.

" Oh god" he lets out a shaky sob as he holds your head in his lap.

" Oh sweetheart" tears stream down his face as he watches you hiss in pain.

" It's bad?" you asked, coughing up some blood. He takes a moment to tear his gaze away from you, your lips were stained with blood as your teeth too.

"Eds" you call out to him. The pang of a knife digging in his chest hearing his old nickname you call out to him. He brings his head down to look at you. His eyes are glossy with more tears streaming down his chest.

" I-I need to ta-ake you-u t-to the hospital" he gasps through his sobs. " You're goin-ng to-o b-be okay"

You stare up at the beautiful brown eye boy that wants to be the hero but this time, you chose your path and you wanted to be the hero.

" Help! Dustin! Steve! HELP!" Eddie yells as he clutches your body leaning his head on your chest. He doesn't care if he's getting blood himself.

" Thank you for loving me, even if it was for a moment" you cough out. His head perks up as he shakes his head caresses your face, which you formed a weak smile at him with the blood staining your lips.

" I always loved you, I love you sweetheart. Y/N I love you. I love you. I love you" he says through his sobs. " Promise me you look out for everyone, Dustin too. He needs you. They all need you"

Eddie takes a hold of your hand that is stained with blood putting it against his lips, you feel the wetness of his tears as he stares down at you with love, fear, sadness and hope.

" Promise" he kisses on top of your hand.

" Kiss me. One last time" you say, blood seeping your mouth but Eddie closes his eyes for a moment and opens them feeling his heart is ripping out of his chest as he leans down pressing his lips against yours. Just for a moment, he feels you kissing him back but when he pulls back. You're gone.

The lightness in your eyes is no longer there as your empty eyes stare back at the boy you loved with all your heart.

" No! No! No!" Eddie shakes his head as he pulls your body to his chest, cradling it in his arms. " Come back to me! Please" he sobs int your blood clothed shirt.

He didn't hear the footsteps behind him.

" What-" Steve gasps seeing Eddie cradling your body noticing your hand in limp and your head rolled to the side. His legs give out under him as his eyes brim with tears.

He didn't get to say goodbye.

Nancy and Robin run up behind and gasp with their hand covered their mouth. Their best friend is gone. Dustin wraps his arms around Eddie as he cries, his heart breaking hearing Eddie scream for you to come back.

You chose to be the hero. Saving your friends and the one person that you loved.

#eddie munson x reader #imagine eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #jewls writes

[seecarrun]

“You aren’t taking your son trick or treating for his first Halloween?!”

Stan rolled his eyes. Richie couldn’t actually see it over the phone, but he could tell. “Rich, there’s supposed to be a torrential downpour.” He paused for a beat. “And a Georgie is three weeks old.”

“Still! Dude, I thought you were cool.”

“That isn’t even remotely true,” Stan scoffed. “You’ve literally never thought I was cool. You remind me of that often.”

“I’m going to come to Georgia and take my godson trick or treating,” Richie went on, ignoring him.

Stan groaned. “Please don’t. And for the last time, you are not his godparent. Patty’s sister in New Jersey is.”

“Too late,” he told him gleefully. “Tickets are already bought. See you tomorrow.”

And before Stan could even attempt to argue, he had hung up.

~

The doorbell rang Halloween afternoon, just slightly too early for trick or treaters, which, to Stan’s annoyance, could only mean one thing. With a heavy sigh, he opened the door.

“Trick or treat!!” cried the six whole-ass adults on his front porch, grinning like absolute idiots. Behind him, Patty gasped in surprise and delight.

“Hi everyone!” she greeted, excitedly.

“I hate all of you,” Stan sighed, ushering everyone inside and watching in disappointment as they all trekked mud and rainwater onto his clean floor. “How did Richie talk you into this? Ben? Mike? Eddie? Even you guys?”

“Hey,” Bill said with a pout. Bev just laughed proudly.

“Rich people, man.” Mike shrugged. “I wasn’t about to turn down a free trip to see everyone.”

Ben beamed. “Sorry, Stan. I just really like Halloween.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “He literally came to my apartment and dragged me out.”

Stan eyed all the losers for a long time, letting their disheveled, wet appearances sink in, before sighing and waving to Georgie, who was sleeping, innocent and blissfully unaware of his fate, in his bassinet.

“Fine,” he drawled. “But if you idiots get him sick, I’m going to kill you.”

Everyone immediately cheered, and despite himself, Stan bit back a smile.

#losers club #the losers club #stan uris #richie tozier #car’s fanfiction #reddie #or there would be if I continued this lol