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Giving Second Chances

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Wattpad request from Silverose365 Reader is a trouble teen the state is having trouble with so after multiple failed foster families the state calls John. The reader accidentally messed up on a job and gets called out until Rip makes a different choice than her previous foster family's.

John and Rip followed Sheriff Haskell out into one of the barns on the ranch. The three stops in the entrance seeing someone peaking their head over one of the hay bails. John slowly walked forward trying to not scare the girl off that looked to be a young teenager reminding him of meeting young Rip. “Hey there, kid. I ain’t gonna hurt you. Do you wanna come talk with us?”

“Where’s the girl from?” Rip crossed his arms looking at Sheriff Haskell.

He responded to John’s right hand. “She’s been bounced from foster home to another. She’s got a bad streak of breaking the law. I got a call saying the foster system was sending her to him until she bolted. Thankfully she ended up where they we’re taking her. Bringing her to John.”

Lifting my gaze up to the older cowboy guy wearing a tan cowboy hat I watched him bend down to her level. “Are you going to send me back to foster care….I don’t do good in that place. They all say I’m too old and reckless.” I had been moved around where I just started running away every time they sent me back in the system.

“I ain’t sending ya back. My name is John Dutton, what’s your name darlin’?” The rancher asked me offering his hand and I allowed him to pull me to stand up with him seeing another guy by the sheriff that was dressed in black with dark hair and hard eyes staring at me.

I nervously responded back to him. “Y/n. My name is Y/n, sir…what are doing now?”

“You come work for me.” John said looking at the man calling his name so I could put it with his face before he left us in the barn together. “Rip, you’re gonna teach her the way I did you.”

It had been a few months since that day and this is the longest that I have ever been in compared to my other foster homes. Placing a dark brown hat on my head I slide my brown boots on heading to the Yellowstone barn. Throwing a saddle on Lioyd’s horse I started tying it on until I heard one of the bunkhouse cowboys coming over to me. I believe Walker was his name. “It looks like a a cowgirl doesn’t know how a saddle goes on a horse.”

“What…what did I do?” I panicked beginning to twist the sterups and the back sinch backwards before I ran my hands through my hair.

Walker came over on his horse. “You put the saddle on backwards kid.”

“Crap, crap.” I mumbled under my breath quickly fixing it until John came over to me seeing that I avoided his gaze mumbling to myself unknown that he could hear me. “How could I put the entire saddle on backwards. That was stupid. I should have known that.”

It wasn’t the first the older rancher had seen her be hard on herself after she made some mistakes or didn’t be s quick as what the cowboys had told her to do something. And she would end up beating herself up over failing. John just hoped the girl saw that she was a good hand like he did. Because she was almost the same way when he found Rip years ago.

Walking through the barn I nodded to my boss Rip Wheeler who was walking with his horse when he noticed me. He climbed up on his horse addressing in my direction. “Y/n, got saddle Mr. Dutton’s horse. You’ll be riding it today with us to learn how to ride.”

Running inside the barn I took the reins of the boss’s horse tying the rope on the side of the wooden fence. Tossing the saddle over the horse I quickly tied it together. Putting me foot in the stirrups up Rip called my name. “Woah you think you’re forgetting something kiddo.” Shifting my gaze down to the ground I hadn’t noticed my hat fell off during the process.

“Ah shit…sorry sir.” Snatching it up I placed it on my head quick climbing back on the horse knowing he didn’t like wasting daylight and I always followed his instructions as fast as he said them.

Rip had me following behind him where I griped the reins in my hands bouncing with the horse watching the others herding the cattle in front of us. Normally he was leading the pack but not today. “Go herd up the ones on the side that get loose. You got that?” He kicked his horse to go when I nodded in understanding.

Running down the valley I followed after one cafe that got loose leading it back to the group. Staying close to the group another one got loose where I grabbed my rope throwing it over it head trying to lead it back but it just picked up sped. I screamed when it managed to pull me off my horse and I fell into the dirt. “No, no,…ah fuck!”

“Woah girl, are you alright?” Lioyd came over on his horse holding the reins of mine since it ran off towards him so he brought my horse back over to me.

Holding my right wrist I winced when I tried to bend it a little. “I think I just tweaked my wrist a bit….I thought I roped it the right way.”

“You roped it around the neck when it should have been around the waist so he wouldn’t run on ya. Climb back on your horse and help us finish this out.” Rip responded sternly beside his older friend.

Scurring to my feet I put one foot in the stirrup using my left hand to support most of my weight than my right. I should have done better, sir.” I apologize when Rip glared at me watching me ride off with Lioyd figuring that she meant well.

Once nightfall had come and everyone had their horses up for the night I didn’t come down to the bunkhouse for dinner since I was staying in the spare room of Rip and Beth’s house. Brushing my hair away from my face I had banded my wrist as best as I could and put everything I had in the duffel bag foster care had given to me. I just needed to wait until everyone went to bed to run rather then wait till morning already knowing what would happen. I had messed up way more than someone my age should. “I’m too old to get adopted….I will be better off just waiting until I’m eighteen. Only two more years left being someone else’s problem..”

“When I said don’t think you deserve this. I meant it literally but I didn’t you’d run from it.” Whipping my head around I gasped through tears seeing Rip was leaning in the doorway of my bedroom.

Croaking through tears I scooted up against the pillow and headband avoiding his gaze. “How did you know I’d be here?”

“Cause you didn’t come down for dinner and you ain’t missed a meal since the day you came here. You want to tell me what’s going on with you?” He presses on with his tone being both stern but went softer when he could hear me lightly crying in front of him.

Hugging my knees to my chest I buried my face into them sobbing even more when I struggle to get the words out already sensing what he was going to say next. “I’m a screw up here, Mr. Wheeler. I can’t do half the jobs you give me right…I don’t have great confidence even when I put in as much effort as I can. You see me exactly like everyone else does…a reckless teenager who won’t make it any longer in getting adopted. Cause I don’t follow directions good….so you’re done with me. You’re going to send me back tomorrow.”

“Where the hell did you get an idea like that, sweetheart?” He blurted out raising his voice in shock.

Peaking over my knees with my hair in my eyes I whispered back to him. “That’s what every family I have been with does. Why would you be any different to me?”

“Because you are the hardest working foster kid I have seen. You’ve got good manners and put in almost more effort than any of those bunkhouse boys do. And you ain’t any reckless than most teenagers are.” He came over and sat beside me on the bed removing his black hat when he went to take something out of his jacket. He unfolded a paper and handed it to me. “You are a darn good kid, Y/n. I am hoping to help you improve your confidence in time being here.”

Scanning my eyes over the paper in my small hands I couldn’t hardly believe it. “You want to adopt me..but I….thank you Rip.” Flinging my arms around his neck he was taken back not used to seeing me giving any kind of emotion like this.

“You’re welcome, darling. But promise you will still work as hard as you would if you weren’t gonna be my kid.” He hugged me briefly until he made me look in his eyes when he barely broke the embrace.

Nodding through happy tears I grinned up at the cowboy and lead hand of John Dutton. “Don’t worry I will..uh dad.”

Footsteps came down the hallway where we both glanced over over shoulders noticing that it was his wife. “You better call me mom and come eat this hamburger helper otherwise you’ll face the bear.”

“Yes ma’am.” I jumped off his lap rushing down the hallway making it to the kitchen table almost shoving food into my mouth overjoyed to actually have a place to call home.

Beth smiled at her husband when he stood by her in the hallway watching you. “She’s our kid now, baby.”

“She’s our second change at one and I gotta say she’s a pretty good one.” He responded looping his hand with hers giving her a gentle and the pair joined you at the dinner table.

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[queermikewheeler]

okay i was looking at the things in Mike's room and does anybody have any idea what this is??

#it looks like a green dragon with a six pack to me #i tried to reverse image search it but the pic is too blurry when you crop it so i got nothing #then i searched green dragon with abs and just got deviant art stuff #i'd appreciate some answers i need to know what this is & if it's from anything bc if it's just artwork of a ripped dragon on his wall then #it'll be the queerest piece of evidence we have for mike i'm dead serious #st4 #mike wheeler my personal court jester #my posts

[imfinereallyy]

“Dad is going to be very angry,” El says with wide eyes taking in the scene before them.

“You think Hop will kill him?” Steve says as he leans against the doorway, eating a Twizzler.

El looks at Steve momentarily, sticking her hand out for some candy. Steve hands her one without hesitation. El rips a piece off before speaking. “Oh yes. He might ask you to help hide the body.”

Steve nods solemnly, “I’ll do what needs to be done. Mikes’s my least favorite child anyway.”

“Hey!” Mike yells, gaining the duo's attention. It brings them back to the scene they walked in on. Mike and Will, with the door closed (no three inches in sight) on top of each other, making out.

Steve doesn't think he’ll ever get that image out of his brain.

“Chill, Wheeler, I'm joking,” Steve says pointedly before turning to El and mouthing no, I'm not.

El giggles, and Steve can't help but feel like he won a prize at the sound.

“I'm sorry, El.” Will blushes with shame, like he is betraying his sister somehow.

El just shrugs, “I do not care. But Dad might. He hates Mike.”

Steve snorts, “That's the understatement of the century. I don't think Hop has ever hated someone’s partner like he has Mike. Honestly, I was surprised he liked Eddie. I mean like is a strong word. But he tolerates him.”

Will pipes up, “I think he does mostly because he knows you'll move out, and he only just got you to agree to stay here.”

Steve shrugs, “I’ll take what I can get. At least he doesn't walk on me having sex.”

“We weren't having sex!” Mike practically screams. Hands up exasperated. “And don't talk about you and Eddie; it's gross.”

Will blushes deeply with head in his hands, “Oh, God.” El pats him on the shoulder in sympathy.

“Also, this wouldn't have happened if you weren't an idiot and just knocked!” Mike stomps. Jesus, this kid is 15 acting 6.

“I was the one who walked in, Mike. I wanted to know if Will wanted to watch a movie.” El says coldly, getting defensive of her brother.

Mike clams up, Steve can't help but feel smug.

“Who’s having sex?!?” A distinct Hopper-like voice echoes through the house.

Will and Mike share a panicked look while Steve and El take more Twizzlers from the bag.

“Oh no. Mike! What are we going to do?”

Mike sputters, “He doesn't have to know it was us! And we weren't having sex!”

Will looks at him like Mike is the biggest moron he's ever met. Steve loves the kid (despite early protest) but has to agree. “Oh gee Mike, I wonder who he will think it was about. Steve? Who is dating a man who isn't here and keep in mind, it's Steve. Who is our brother, and five years older than us? And in a relationship? And let's not forget..is Steve?!”

“This is fair.” Steve agrees. If anyone but Baby Byers had attempted to say that, Steve would have been pissed. But it's Will, so it's coming from a good place.

“Also! Also! The other person here is El! Who is my sister! Not to mention your ex—”

“—well it could have been—”

“Micheal Steven Wheeler, if the next words out of your mouth are it could have been you and El, I will never be kissing you again.” Will uses a deathly tone. Steve isn't convinced he didn't get from El.

“Your middle name is Steven?” Steve fills giddy.

“Shut up Steve!”

Will pinches his brows, “And you idiot, if it were you and El, you would still he toast.”

Steve whistles, “Shit, Will. Next time I need to win an argument against Eddie. I'm coming to you.”

“How long does it take for dad to get upstairs?” El interrupts.

All of them look down the hall. “Huh, maybe we are in the clear,” Mike whispers.

“I said who is having sex?!?” Hopper comes thundering up the stairs.

“I think this is what Max calls a jinx.” El looks at Mike unphased.

Steve can't help but feel a little bad for Will. He looks panicked around the room, probably looking for a hiding place. Steve knows that it isn't that same fear Will once had of Lenny, Hop wouldn't hurt them ever, but he can't help but feel a little protective of him. Steve knows all too well how the fears of biological fathers can sneak up on you, even if you know you're safe. “Don’t worry, Will. I'll make sure Hop takes it easy.”

Will relaxes, “Thanks Steve.”

“What about me?” Mike asks, eyes wide.

El shares a look with Steve. Spending as much time as they have lately has allowed them to talk without speaking most of the time. It freaks everyone but Robin out (she gets it). Seconds go by before they both nod in agreement.

Steve and El both wip their heads towards Mike, and Steve says, “You were grossed out by my relationship and called me stupid. Suffer.”

Mike's outcry is in synch with Hop breaking through screaming, “There better be three inches!”

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[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 7 Prompt: Mall and/or Job

Tags: Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler (but they don't even kiss), Eddie Munson Has A Crush On Steve Harrington, Shopping Malls, The Great Cabbage Patch Riots, Steve Harrington Is A Sweetheart, Good Sibling Nancy Wheeler, Banter

wc: 1724 | Rating: G

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“Can you believe my parents?” Nancy scoffs, sliding into the passenger seat of the Beamer. “It’s all Holly wants and they won’t get it for her.”

“Look on the bright side, Nanc,” Steve says, throwing a hand over her seat as he reverses out of the Wheeler’s driveway. “You’re going to be the best big sister in the entire world when you give it to her on Christmas morning.”

“If we even get our hands on one. They sell out in seconds.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little mall rush after facing off against monsters last month. We can totally do this.”

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Steve should know better than to underestimate Nancy, but how was he supposed to know she was right about this? It’s a baby doll for christ sake. A weird-looking baby doll for that matter. And what the hell is with the name? Cabbage? They couldn’t have thought of anything cuter?

What does he know, though? Apparently, the stupid name and weird design worked because he’s currently stuck in a crowd of thousands outside a mall in Indianapolis at six in the fucking morning. Nancy disappeared into the crowd half an hour ago to see just how deep it went. He’s hoping she made it to the front and that’s why she hasn’t returned. The other outcome is one he doesn’t want to think about, but his mind can’t help but conjure up the image of the headline: “Teen Girl Dies In Cabbage Patch Stampede.” The Wheelers would kill him.

There’s no time for dwelling as the sea of people lurchs forward. He can’t see the front doors but judging from the sudden rush of shoving and shouting, the doors to the mall are about to open.

For the first time in his life, he’s happy Nancy sat him down two days ago and laid out the game plan. The layout of the mall is fresh in his mind as is the doll Holly wants — blonde hair in pig tales, freckles, blue eyes — a creepy carbon copy of herself.

The minute the doors open, Steve’s shoving adults double and triple his age out of the way. He breaks out into a sprint when he clears the pack, b-lining for the toy store on the second floor. Despite his speed, he’s beaten by at least a hundred other eager shoppers who were probably at the front of the hoard outside.

It would be easy to get discouraged, but Steve powers on. He didn’t drive this far to let Holly and Nancy down. Thankfully, the boxes are stacked in the entryway of the store. The massive pile gets smaller and smaller by the second as hands grab the dolls free, hoisting them up over their head in victory.

Acting on adrenaline alone, Steve dives into the dwindling pile and gets his hand on a box. He can’t tell which doll it is, but at this rate, anything is better than nothing. With the box clutched to his chest, he starts getting up from the floor when he feels a pair of hands reaching for him. The person tugs, hard, freeing Steve from the stampede that’s coming. For a second Steve thinks the person saved him, but then he feels the box being tugged from his hands and he realizes what’s actually happening.

It’s not a rescue mission, it’s a kidnapping.

“Get your hands off my doll!” Steve shouts, yanking hard enough to send the person surging forward. They collide in an instant, falling to the floor with the box clutched in both their hands.

“Harrington?” The man asks as he struggles to get to his feet.

“Munson?”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Come on, Steve, isn’t it obvious? I’m here for the same reason you are. For one of these bad boys.”

“Yeah, okay, Munson,” Steve snorts, eyes squinting as he takes in his appearance. Ripped black jeans and leather jacket. Vest with patches to bands Steve’s never even heard of. Hair longer than some of the moms currently fighting behind him. Eddie’s not really the Cabbage Patch Kid type. Not in the slightest. “Didn’t peg you as a fan of dolls. Isn’t that a little too freakish even for you?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t it weird for you to be buying one? What would our wonderful peers at Hawkins High think?” Eddie teases, grip still tight on one side of the box.

“It’s not for me.”

Eddie hums, shaking his head. “That’s what they all say.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Steve spots a mother handing over a handful of bills to a man on the other side of the store. The woman is in a pristine coat, not a lock of hair out of place. There’s no way she was in this mess and yet, she’s happily walking away with a doll. The man waves her off, stuffing the handful of bills back into his pocket before making his way back into the store.

It clicks then. The man and the shady business deal a second ago. The news report he remembers listening to a few days ago. Cabbage Patch black market deals. Scammers. Fakes.

“You’re a reseller!” Steve gasps, glaring daggers at Eddie. He tries to roll on top of him to free the box, but there’s no use. Instead, he ends up rolling them into a quiet aisle where they stayed on the floor, hands denting the box.

“I am not!”

“Yeah, you are! That’s the only explanation for why you’re here. You don’t give a shit about these dolls, but you know you can get cash for them.”

“Honestly Harrington, could you be a little bit more original with your accusations?” Eddie scoffs. “What? You see ripped jeans and a guy who lives in a trailer and automatically thinks I need cash? Newsflash big boy, I do fine supplying you and all your friends that grass you love smoking every weekend.”

“Well, then, what do you need the doll for?” Steve asks, trying his best to yank it free from Eddie’s unrelenting grasp.

“None of your business.”

Steve’s about to argue back when another pair of hands join the fray. A petite and wrinkled elderly woman hovers over them. The look of pure determination and mischievousness is a stark contrast to the rest of her.

“Oh, no you don’t lady!” Eddie shouts, tugging the box and Steve towards him and away from the woman’s hand. She stumbles, nearly falling into the display of Barbie dolls. “Come on, we can settle this later!”

Struggling to his feet with his hands still gripping part of the box, Steve and Eddie make it to the checkout aisle. Together they hand it over to the clerk, not daring to put it on the conveyor belt when hundreds of empty-handers are hovering waiting to steal. They split the bill and reach for the plastic bag at the same time, each taking one side as they make their way out of the store that’s spiraling deeper and deeper into chaos now that the store is sold out.

“Now what?” Steve asks when they manage to make it into the parking lot.

“Well, it’s not like we can share the doll.”

“Right, so one of us needs to give it up.”

“Yeah, one of us does.”

For a moment, Steve considers kicking Eddie in the shins and making a run for it. He knows he can outrun him no doubt. The only problem is he’d have to leave Nancy behind. Even if he managed to get Holly the doll, he’s pretty sure Nancy would not appreciate being stranded in the city.

It’s hard to tell what Eddie’s thinking, but Steve thinks it’s something similar. Probably less running if Steve had to guess. Maybe blackmail.

“Steve!” Nancy calls, startling Steve out of the impromptu staring contest. He follows the sound of her voice and spots her exiting the mall with a plastic bag clutched to her chest. A giant smile is plastered on her face. “I got her!”

“The one she wanted?” Steve shouts back.

Nancy nods.

Oh thank god, he thinks before offering her an enthusiastic thumbs up. With Holly’s Christmas gift secured, he turns to Eddie and finally lets go of the plastic bag. “Guess it’s your lucky day, Munson. M’sure you made whoever that doll is for very happy.”

With a finger-wiggle wave, Steve jogs off to catch up with Nancy.

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“Eddie!”

Eddie jumps and turns to find Jeff silently judging him. His arms are crossed and he’s not holding any bags. Oh, fuck.

“What the hell?” He shouts, punching Eddie’s shoulder. “One second you were behind me and then you were gone! I spent so much time looking for you I missed out on getting the new release!”

“Shit, Jeff. I’m—“

“Are you holding a Cabbage Patch Kid?”

“Uh, I…” Eddie trails off and glances down a row of cars. In the distance, he spots Steve helping Nancy and the stupid doll box into the passenger seat of the Beamer. He tears his eyes away when Steve shuts the door, but it's a mistake because Jeff is right there, staring at him with even more judgment in his eyes.

“Dude,” Jeff whines. “You bought a Cabbage Patch just to talk to him?”

“We talked for a long time, Jeff! And our hands touched!”

“I cannot deal with this,” Jeff groans, burying his head in his hands. “What are you going to do with that thing now?”

Eddie glances into the plastic bag. It’s the first time he’s actually looked at the thing. A red-headed doll with green eyes and freckles stares back at him with a painted-on smile. It’s fucking creepy.

“I didn’t think I was going to keep it!” He defends which sends Jeff on another tangent. One that fades into the background as Steve’s words from earlier ring in Eddie’s ears. “Wait! Steve mentions something earlier.”

“I’m sure he did.”

“No, I’m serious,” Eddie snaps, glaring at Jeff. “Apparently there's like a black market for these things. Maybe we can sell one and get enough to buy ourselves a decent miniature set for Hellfire or new speakers for Corroded Coffin.”

“You better hope so,” Jeff says, shaking his head. “Or else I’m never letting you live this down.”

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[ninthhousesteel]

Nancy's biggest fear (barring the Upside Down bullshit) has always been embarrassing herself. She had an image that could be ripped away from her at any moment; a reputation that could come crumbling down in an instant. She was the previous queen of Hawkins High, the perfect daughter to Ted and Karen Wheeler, and aspiring hit journalist who landed a full ride to the college of her dreams.

And this so-called perfect life was all built on the trembling scaffolds of a secretly terrified teenage girl.

"Nance, you never sing along to any of the songs we play."

Nancy shook herself back to reality. She regarded the tall girl in her passenger seat, head leaned against the window and leg pulled up into the seat under her.

"I've never felt the urge to." It was a false statement, a blatant and obvious lie. She always sings along to Cyndi Lauper, or Madonna, or whichever artist is playing on the radio, but only when she's alone in her car. Not in front of anyone else. She just couldn't. She wouldn't.

Robin glanced over to her. "Huh. Interesting. I thought it was like, a total human urge to get up and sing and dance around to your favorite songs. Guess not. I have proof right here." Robin nudged Nancy's shoulder and smiled warmly at her. Despite everything, Nancy couldn't stop herself from smiling right back at her girlfriend.

They drove in comfortable silence for a few miles, the quiet momentarily broken by Robin pointing out the prettiest trees in the countryside or the occasional herd of cows.

Nancy noticed the song on the radio switch to Waiting for a Girl Like You. Foreigner. Her favorite.

She thought back to the previous conversation. How Robin always made her smile; always made her feel safe.

Nancy began to hum, softly at first, only to herself. She noticed when Robin looked at her, a shocked expression evident in her eyes. And then she smiled, and Nancy felt all her cares melt away into the space around them.

She poured her heart into the words as she belted the lyrics.

I've been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life.

The warmth of Robin's smile was all Nancy could focus on as the taller girl joined in, adding her voice to Nancy's alongside the radio.

I've been waiting for a girl like you, a love that will survive.

It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off of her chest, all brought about by the kindest, most genuine person Nancy had ever met. Robin made her feel so-

I've been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive.

A wordless conversation was had as Nancy reached over to grab Robin's hand. A "thank you" danced in the brunette's eyes as Robin interlocked their fingers.

Yeah, waiting for a girl like you to come into my life.

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[depravity-n-savagery]

Billy Blurb - Max and Steve FINALLY understanding why Billy's so persistent about bringing her home.

cw: abusive parent, mild violence, lots of cursing

"Max! Get your ass out here. NOW!!"

Billy's car door slammed behind him as he got out. For once he couldn't bring himself to cringe about the damage to his precious vehicle. He was too concerned with the damage to his face. His aching ribs. His ego. It was all part of a continuous cycle, and he planned on putting a damn stop to it today.

Why was he always getting the shit end of the deal? Ripped away from his home, so they can make a better life for her. Forced to immediately respect and obey her mother, even though he barely knew the woman. Hell, she couldn't even be bothered with stepping in to protect him like a real mother would. Like his mother would. And now? He was made to be a personal chauffeur and brat wrangler. Beaten and kicked out of the house every time she decided to sneak out and stay away past curfew.

Did she care about the consequences she didn't have to suffer through? Of course not. No, she was the one being wronged. She'll run, hide, cuss, and even DRUG HIM to continue getting her way. Well not tonight. Not one more fucking night.

Billy pounded on the Wheeler's front door. Karen be damned, he didn't care about ruining his charming image. To make matters worse - or better, in his borderline violent rage - Steve Harrington was the one opening the door. Glaring down his nose at him. Here we go again.

"How many times do I have to kick your ass, Hargrove? Take a hint."

"Kick my ass?" He scoffed, running his tongue over the inside of his cheek. Blonde curls swaying as he shook his head. "Try it without having a little girl come to your rescue, and then we'll talk. Now either step aside or bring her out here. I don't give a fuck. But I'm not leaving here without her."

Steve must've been feeling like hot shit today, and it was about to get his face caved in. Again. Billy's patience was beyond thin, and if he let all this rage go... there's no way he'd be able to stop. Flashes of that night in the Byers's house were still fuzzy. Waking up dazed, sore, and alone. Just abandoned in this kid's house, without his car. No, there wouldn't be a repeat of that. So Billy took a deep breath, and tossed his cigarette down onto the pavement. "Look Steve, I get that you're Mary Poppins to these kids, but this has nothing to do with you."

The steadiness in his tone almost threw Steve out of his 'mood'. Chest puffed out and arms crossed. He was ready for Billy to do his worst. Still, he had to protect Max. He had to protect all of them. So he kept blocking the doorway. Planting his feet just as Billy always instructed him to. "It has everything to do with me. I'm not gonna let you hurt Max."

"Hurt MAX?! I never laid a fucking hand on Max! What about-" Reel it in, Billy. Reel it in. He put his palms together in front of his nose, in self-restraint. Mentally binding his hands as he took another deep inhale. Oh fuck was the urge building. Rattling inside his chest like a beast in a cage. Itching to punch that scowl off Steve's pretty face, until he knew where and where not to stick his nose. "I don't have time for this." He mumbled, choosing to yell past Steve once again. One more attempt at a peaceful extraction before he went nuclear. "MAX!!"

He hasn't prayed in years, but he'd consider picking it up again if things went right. If he wasn't too far gone, and able to leave this altercation without bleeding knuckles and a syringe in his neck. A small voice echoed throughout the Wheeler's house, coming up from the basement. "Alright, alright! Stop!!" Max said, walking up behind Steve. Hiding behind him like she always does until he finally stepped to the side. Finally. Maybe she was finally getting it. Understanding that they both had to play by Neil's fucked up rules for the time being.

"What do you want, Billy? I told you last time... to leave me and my friends alone. I'm not going anywhere with you."

Excuse me? Of course... she didn't get it. She didn't care. Not unless it concerned her. Just like her mother. Just like Neil. "Like hell you aren't. I'll drag you out of here if I have to. Neil and Susan want you home now. You can do whatever the fuck you little shits do tomorrow."

Steve inched closer to Max's side. Cute of him to assume he'd be able to stop Billy if he really wanted to yank her away by force. Truthfully that was the last thing he'd ever resort to. "I- Just go home, Billy! Tell them where I am, and that I'll be home later or something."

You know I can't do that.

"You want me to tell Neil that?" Billy gave her a knowing look, making her freeze up. Neil wasn't shy about hitting him in front of Max. He liked having an audience. It amplified the humiliation. "Really? Tell me, what's so goddamn important huh?"

As always, Steve chose the wrong time to interfere. "Look, she said she doesn't want to. Just-" His words warped and halted around Billy's quick fist, taking knuckles to the teeth in a sickening snap. It was quicker than either of them could register. Both pulling away from the collision. Billy froze with his fist still held in the air, while Steve stumbled backwards holding his mouth. Shitshitshit!! He was trying to avoid this!

"NO!!" Max stood between them, holding her hands out to separate them. Tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she looked back to check on Steve. A type of sympathy Billy would never receive. "God, Billy why do you always have to do this?!"

If she wanted to know why, then he'll show her. Shove it in her face until it was impossible to deny. Billy pulled off his leather jacket, throwing it to the ground so he could tear at his shirt. It was buttoned just enough to hide what he wanted to. To hide what had him wincing in pain. A cluster of bruises along his side, over his ribs. Fresh and looking worse than they did a half-hour ago. Max stared with wide eyes, taking in every detail of the damage until it twisted her stomach. She wanted to look away, to turn away and run back into the safety of Mike's basement. Anything but this.

"Don't you dare look away." Billy's voice made her skin crawl. The raw emotion was overwhelming, but she obliged. Returning her gaze to the darkening blotches on his skin. "This is what you're telling me to go back to. Now, you tell me. What is so important, that I should go back there empty-handed?"

There it was, laid bare for Max - and apparently Steve - in uncensored clarity. Fucking Steve, who had the nerve to look at him now with an expression he couldn't quite understand. All he knew was, for once, the infamous King Steve was awestruck. Shocked maybe? Maybe he pitied him... Being under Steve's gaze like this suddenly felt more exposing than he was ready for.

"Holy shit, Billy." He finally spoke, still covering his mouth with his hand.

"Yeah, yeah... eat your heart out. Got nothin' smart left to say?"

Silence once again. What else did Billy expect? Steve knew what would happen whenever he got hurt. His circle of supportive friends will come to his aid. Cooing and coddling, tending to his wounds. Max couldn't even stand to look at Billy's. Defeated, and riddled with guilt, she apologized and shuffled off toward the Camaro.

Finally. She understood.

Just as Billy turned to follow, eager to get as far away from this place as possible, Steve called out to him. "Wait!" Jogging up to them with something clutched in his hand. Another flash of memory... Of the syringe... and Billy was immediately ready to fight for his life if need be.

"Here..." Steve huffed, slowing to a stop just a foot away from him. Extending his arm to Billy with a large bag of frozen peas in his grip. "For your-... Y'know.."

It was as good as Steve could manage on such short notice. And more than Billy's ever received before.

"Thanks."

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #max mayfield #harringrove #if you squint

[andiwriteordie]

Consider: Lost in the Woods from Frozen 2 but it’s Mike freaking out about being left behind (again rip) while El and Will (one sibling with superpowers and one without but can still mess you up) go off to save the world

imagining this as mike wheeler is quite possibly one of the funniest images to ever come to my mind so thank you so much for this

#andi's asks

[cosmicbrowniefan]

chemistry lessons

fandom/ship: stranger things, byler

summary: mike wheeler and will byers are friends. best friends. that occasionally get jealous when someone flirts with the other.

genre: one-shot, fluff, high school au

warnings: swearing, aged-up party (16-17), jealous mike, intentional lowercase

word count: 2,412

“you’re staring again.”

mike wheeler huffed and ripped his eyes away from the sickening sight in front of him- his best friend will byers sitting at a table in the library with some hot guy from the baseball team who couldn’t. stop. making. will. laugh.

lucas sinclair raised an eyebrow at mike.

“ever stop to think about why you care so much about who will hangs out with?” he asked flatly. lucas was tired. tired of mike’s bullshit. this pining had gone on for YEARS, yet the guy still remained as oblivious as he was on day one.

“i don’t need to stop and think about anything. i know that guy is an asshole. he’s just gonna end up hurting will or being a jerk or something,” mike insisted, trying to focus on the math problems on the homework in front of him, but stopping to sneak another glance. he glared as the guy scooted closer to will, making will blush.

“and what exactly tells you that?” lucas said, trying his best to pry it out of mike. “they’re literally just studying. just like you and me.”

“it’s not the same!” mike said, exasperated, putting his head down on the desk with a thud!

“really? it’s not?” lucas said, smirking slightly. “and why not?”

“neither of us are jerks!” mike exploded. lucas was being so frustrating. how couldn’t he see that this guy was bad news?

“neither is he!” lucas said. “name one thing he’s done to make you think that.”

“he- he just-” mike struggled for something to say to validate his claim, but he was drawing a blank.

“exactly,” lucas said, shaking his head. he leaned in closer. “mike, it’s what i’ve been telling you all along. you like w-”

“i do not!” mike exclaimed quickly. “we’re friends, lucas. best friends.”

“yeah, well, if dustin looked at me the way you look at will, i’d have to have a serious talk with him,” lucas said, making mike groan in annoyance.

“i don’t need this right now,” mike muttered, gathering his books into his bag and standing, leaving the library before lucas had a chance to say anything else.

he didn’t like will. he certainly wasn’t jealous. what was there to possibly be jealous of? the guy’s looks? muscles? the way he made will laugh? the fact that will had been spending so much time with him lately?

jealous. please.

mike stormed down the hallway, images of the guy leaning towards will replaying in his head. he couldn’t really explain why it upset him so badly. probably just because the guy was bad news. he didn’t want will getting caught up with someone like that. everyone knows jocks are bad news. besides, that guy is probably playing some kind of practical joke. will had been facing a lot of shit since he came out. mike wouldn’t put it past the guy to come up with some elaborate prank just to hurt him. all mike wanted to do was protect him. that’s a totally natural thing to feel as a friend. 

he didn’t need lucas or anyone else telling him that his feelings were anything other than what he knew they were.

***

will watched out of the corner of his eye as mike banged his head down on the library table. he looked upset.

mike had been acting off a lot lately, now that will thought about it. he just seemed so closed off and annoyed at all times. it made will sad. mike was not the best at communicating his feelings, so it was a bit of a waiting game until mike decided to say what was on his mind.

“what did you get for number 6?”

will turned his attention back to tyler, who was looking at his trig homework with confusion. tyler was a kid in will’s class that had been having some trouble with his work lately. due to will’s outstanding grades, will had been assigned the task of tutoring him. normally, a person like tyler wasn’t someone will would seek out as a friend, but he actually wasn’t that bad once you got to know him. he was a bit loud and annoying, like most jocks, but overall, he was pretty nice, especially one on one.

not to mention, he had been asking will advice on how to come out.

tyler was bi, and closeted. but he was kind of in love with his best friend of nine years, and wanted more than anything to ask him out. will, TOTALLY understanding the situation tyler was in, agreed to tutor him in all things lgbt as well as trigonometry. 

“um, sin of 60,” will said, peeling his eyes away mike and looking back at his paper. “is that what you got?”

tyler laughed. 

“no where close,” he said. “jesus, it’s been the same way the last five problems, hasn’t it? people must think we’re fucking comedians just because of how funny my far-off answers are.”

will laughed and nodded, pulling tyler’s paper towards him. he gave it a once-over and immediately saw tyler’s mistake.

“okay, i see what you did,” he said. “here, scoot closer.”

tyler moved his chair and fixed his attention entirely on the paper as will began to explain how to go step-by-step through the problem. oh. that made more sense than what he had been doing.

“that. that makes a lot of sense,” tyler said, shaking his head as he realized how simple the concept really was. “thanks, will. i really wouldn’t pass anything in this damn class without you, you know.”

will smiled and nodded. 

“of course,” he said. “and you’re getting it. your answers now are a lot closer than they were at the start of the semester, at least.”

tyler laughed. “that’s for sure.”

at that moment, there was a bang and a loud huff. tyler and will looked up to see mike slamming his book shut and standing up, gathering his things as he hurried out of the library. will furrowed his eyebrows as mike shut the door behind him.

“don’t you know him?” tyler asked. “is he okay?”

will sighed.

“yeah, i know him,” he replied. “and i don’t know, honestly. he’s been acting really off lately.”

“maybe he’s jealous of me,” tyler muttered so only will could hear. “you know, i’ve been spending a lot of time with you with all the tutoring stuff. he probably wishes he had more of your time himself.”

will snorted at the thought but couldn’t help going a little red.

“mike? jealous? yeah, right,” he said, shaking his head and turning back to the math problems. “there’s no way.”

tyler shrugged.

“i know i’m not as much of an expert on the gay world as you are, but i know the line between platonic and romantic relationships. and mike is the line.”

“he’s right, you know.”

will and tyler looked up to see lucas standing there. will blushed and rolled his eyes.

“he doesn’t like me, guys,” he insisted, looking between the two of them. “really. i’m sure something else is bothering him.”

“yeah, something called his crush spending time with another guy,” tyler said pointedly as lucas hummed and nodded in agreement.

will sighed and shut his book.

“that’s enough studying for today, i think,” he said, packing his things and standing up. 

“you gonna go after him?” lucas asked. “listen, i’ve done everything i can to lead him to the conclusion that he’s SO close to realizing himself. you gotta take it home here, will.”

“okay, i AM going to talk to him, but not in the way you think,” will said, making tyler and lucas roll their eyes and exchange judgmental glances.

“can’t say we didn’t try,” tyler said, raising his eyebrows and packing his own things up. 

will smirked and shook his head.

“sure,” he said. “thanks for everything, you two.”

will walked out of the library and down the hallway, pondering what he would say when he saw mike. just ask him what was wrong, he supposed. what else was there to say? hey mike, my friends are convinced you like me. what do you have to say to that? that didn’t seem like the best approach.

will hesitated when he reached the door of the av room. it was the only place mike would be, he was sure of it. after a moment, will reached up and knocked lightly on the door.

there was no response.

after a second, will knocked again, louder this time. there was a frustrated sigh from inside the room, then the door was yanked open. mike looked annoyed, but his expression softened slightly when he saw will. not by much, however.

“oh. hi,” he said.

“hi,” will said. “can i- can i come in?”

mike moved aside, letting will in and shutting the door behind him. will went over and leaned against the table, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows at mike, who was standing awkwardly in the corner.

“what are you doing in here?” will asked, after a minute of silence. mike rolled his eyes.

“do i have to have a reason?” he said. when will gave him a pointed look, he continued. “i just wanted somewhere quiet to study.”

“really?” will said skeptically. “because your books are still in your bag. and the library was practically silent.”

mike deflated. 

“well-” he said, “maybe i wanted somewhere quiet to study where i didn’t have to watch you and your new arm candy flirt with each other constantly.”

will laughed, surprised. mike raised an eyebrow.

“i’m sorry, what?” will said, smiling. it was ridiculous. “are you talking about tyler?”

“if that’s the name of the asshole who’s been clinging to your side for two weeks, then yes,” said mike, crossing his arms.

“and what makes him an asshole?”

“will, he’s a jock,” mike said, exasperated. why did he have to explain this to will, of all people? he should understand that those people weren’t worth talking to. “all jocks suck ass, you know that.”

“well, he’s never been anything but nice to me.”

“that’s how they all start out!” mike exclaimed, unfolding his arms and moving closer to will. “you know that, come on.”

“why do you think i’ve been spending with him, mike?” will asked. he really wanted to hear this one.

“i don’t know,” mike huffed. “i’m sure you have your reasons. reasons that start with a “c” and end with a “rush”.”

“you think i have a crush on him?”

“i KNOW you have a crush on him.”

“mike, i’m tutoring him.”

mike’s face fell immediately. he turned red and started stuttering. will smirked.

“yeah, that’s right,” will said, “i’m tutoring him. and for your information, he doesn’t like me. like, at all. he’s been also asking advice about how to ask his crush out, so i know that for a fact.”

mike opened his mouth, then shut it again, burying his face in his hands and going to sit in the swivel chair that was sitting behind the table.

will dropped his crossed arms and headed over to mike, bending down and putting a hand on his knee.

“hey,” he said, “it’s okay. what was bothering you about him so much REALLY? i think you knew he wasn’t a jerk.”

mike didn’t look up.

“i think i was jealous,” he muttered.

will’s heart skipped a beat and his chest fluttered. he tried not to show the hopefulness on his face. 

“oh,” he said. “um, any reason why? just worried that i’m gonna, like, start playing dnd and mario kart with him? or what?”

mike opened his eyes and looked at will between the gaps in his fingers.

“worried that you’d start dating him.”

will couldn’t hide anything on his face this time. he turned red and his eyes went wide.

“um, wh- what?”

mike put his hands down and shook his head.

“i don’t know,” he sighed. “i- i was just jealous. and i thought i was just worried about him being an idiot to you, but that wasn’t it at all. i was jealous. jealous of the way you looked at him. and the way he made you laugh. and about how HE looks. because, let’s be honest, baseball guys are mad hot. i don’t care how much i hate them, i can’t deny that. i was just jealous because- well, because i- kinda- like you?”

will audibly gasped, then covered his mouth with his hand. THAT was embarrassing to let slip out. mike looked down at his hands and sighed, shaking his head.

“i know, it’s stupid,” he said. “listen, just ignore me, okay? i’m really sorry if i made anything awkward, i just-”

“mike.”

“i just felt like i couldn’t NOT say something, you know? after so long of having it bottled up-”

“mike.”

“and after finally figuring it all out, thanks to LUCAS of all people, who definitely knew it all along, by the way-”

“mike!”

mike stopped rambling and looked up, a blush creeping across his face when he saw how close will was to him. he cleared his throat nervously.

“y- yeah?”

“i like you too,” will whispered, smiling. 

mike’s eyes widened and he sat up quickly.

“wait, you do?” he asked. will laughed. 

“yeah, wasn’t it obvious?” he asked. mike shook his head.

“not obvious enough for me, at least.”

“you are pretty oblivious when it comes to this stuff,” will teased as mike smiled and looked at his lap. “but yeah. i like you.”

mike looked back up.

“please tell me that jealousy isn’t a relationship turn-off for you,” he said quietly, making will laugh.

“absolutely not,” he whispered. “you’re too adorable to ever let that be a turn-off.”

“good,” mike murmured. taking a breath, he reached out and grabbed will’s shirt by the collar, flicking his eyes to meet will’s for permission, then pulled the boy towards him, their lips clashing together.

will’s heart leapt into his throat. after a second of feeling mike’s perfect lips on his, they separated. will’s eyes stayed closed for a second, but then he opened them and smiled. 

“maybe i should tutor more guys if that’s all it takes to get you to kiss me,” he whispered, making mike smile and roll his eyes.

“i could use some tutoring,” mike said. will grinned.

“sure,” he said. “lesson one: let’s talk about chemistry.”

and with that, their lips smashed together again. 

#stranger things #byler #byler fanfic #byler fic #jealous mike #jealous mike wheeler #mike wheeler #will byers #mike wheeler i know what you are #stranger things fanfic

[defectiveporcelaindoll]

eddie my love

Summary: following the events in the upside down, the reader channels her grief into a letter to her beloved Eddie Munson. The first of possibly many.

Warnings: grief, language, nothing else really.

Dear Eds,

It's been a couple days since everything really went to shit. If we're completely honest, I don't remember much of the past few days. Maybe it's a trauma response, or maybe this is just how I'm processing everything, and eventually, I'll be able to look back, and it won't all be covered in such heavy fog. I haven't really been able to leave the house. But the gang doesn't really love the idea of me staying cooped up in my bed, in the dark, crying all day... so. Steve dragged me to the Wheeler's house this morning, trying to get me out into the world, around people. I think he just wanted me to be around Dustin, honestly. I think Steve thinks we can just grieve together, which in theory is great, except I'm right now, I'm crying about 22 out of the 24 hours in a day? It would be the full 24, but ya know, gotta cry myself two sleep for at least two hours? So, I really just suck the life out of literally everyone, and no one deserves to have to deal with that, especially not the kid.

  But, I guess Dustin saw Wayne the other day at the school, the government, or the red cross, or I don't know, but someone has turned the gym into a help center for anyone in need after the "earthquake." There are missing posters, and gods bless Wayne. He's been switching yours out every chance he gets. Even when you're not around, the monsters of this town are still on the attack. Hunt the freak, right? Apparently, Dustin had your pick. That little shit didn't even tell me he had it, but he gave it to Wayne, and I'm not going to be a brat about it or cry about it... okay, that's a lie, I have been crying about it, but I know he deserved it. I know he shaped you into the man I called my best friend, that I fell in love with, and who loved me absolutely and irrecoverably. As absolutely fucked up as it is, I got to say goodbye; I got to see you one last time. He didn't. Wayne should have the silly little guitar pick. Sorry, I'm just being dramatic.

  But um, anyway, Steve and Robin have been volunteering every chance they get; I don't know, maybe it helps soothe their damaged consciousness? Maybe helping those affected by our mistakes makes up for the fact that we failed in their minds. I know if you were here, you'd probably drag me out to the school. You'd be poking and prodding at my sides, trying to get me to smile even though things have quite literally gone to hell in a handbasket. We could've cleared your name. Jason really did a number on your image, babe. But according to Lucas, when the upside down split Hawkins in half like a god damn kit kat, it also fully consumed and ripped that pompous asshole in half, soooo... I know it's shitty...but yay? one less arrogant dick wandering the streets. That was really fucked up, my bad. I know if you were here, you'd be looking at me with those big stupid doe eyes, your mouth just barely open, trying to justify or maybe understand how I could say something so incredibly terrible and then shrug it off like it was nothing.

You know, I'm really mad at you. You didn't have to be the hero. We were so close. So so close to being out of there. I've been replaying that moment in my head. Watching you cut that sheet over and over and over again, watching you run like hell back into that hellscape. It was supposed to be your year, 86' baby. Your stupid heart of gold, paying the ultimate price, sacrificing yourself for a stupid town of judgmental assholes who hated you. You could've run, I wish you would've, but I know that is just me being painfully selfish.

I understand. I may not agree, but I know you did what was best. You were protecting Dustin and Steve and Robs and Nance...and me. I love you. I don't know if you heard me say it in those last moments, but I do. Edward Munson, I'm not sure what I'm going to do without you. You were my rock, the crazy spastic man who kept me on my toes, reminded me of my worth and made me feel loved and important every day. I don't know where  I go from here. I'll check on Wayne, though; the thought of... I was going to say the thought of going by the trailer makes me ill, but I don't think there's much of it left. I think the "earthquake" consumed most of it, which means I really don't know how much of you is left for me and Wayne here. And we are at hour 23 for tears today. That is a new record, Munson. Thank you very much. Um, but I'll check on Wayne; maybe we can cry about life together. I know this is silly; I'm writing letters, yes, letters, plural, to a man who will never get to read them, but it's almost like you're still here, if only for a minute or two. Let me pretend.

all my love you, y/n

p.s. I'll look after your sheep; I haven't talked to Gareth, but Jeff came to check on me yesterday morning. He said Corroded Coffin was meeting in your honor, asked if I wanted to stop by. I think they've assumed the worst, but little do they know just how bad it really is. I think I'll go; I might bring Dustin, might drag Wayne out. Who knows? I'll keep you posted, I guess. I love you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x girly!reader #dustin henderson #steve harrington #wayne munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson hurt/comfort #eddie munson self insert #eddie munson sad

[plentyoffandoms]

Wheeler Yuta x f/Reader (18+)

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Slow burn, naive reader as she was sheltered. Loss of Virginity. Unprotected sex. Remember to wear protection. Minors do not read.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. Title Photo I got from @allelitewrestlings and they credit: @nkbdpt on instagram

This is over 3000 words. My counter stopped counting for some reason.

Was going to be one part, but got too long.

Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ Wheeler Yuta Masterlist ♡ Alternate Universe Masterlist

Summary: Wheeler Yuta is a Pirate aboard the infamous Pirate Ship called the Broken Soul. f/Reader is niece of the King. While visiting family in Port Royal, the port is attacked & f/Reader is taken prisoner.

YN'S POV:

My arm felt like it was going to be ripped out of its' socket at any moment as I am practically being pulled behind the man who is trying to save me.

I knew deep down it that I wasn't going to get out of here alive. The guards that I am with are only concerned with getting themselves to safety.

This is not how this night was supposed to go. I came to Port Royal only a week ago to visit my cousin Charles and his new bride, Cicilia.

I wasn't there for their wedding since by the time we got the notice that there was a wedding to be taken place, it already happened, but I was able to convince my Father to allow me to visit his nephew and new bride.

He agreed as he believes that we should always show face, even more so to our family. He is all about his public image. I mean he has to be with being brother-in-law to the King of England.

My Father never wants to step on the toes of my Uncle as my Uncle pays for everything for us.

"Anything for my sister's beautiful daughter." He would always say to me and then he would get sad as he thought about his sister.

My mother passed away two years ago suddenly and it broke not only my Father's heart, but my Uncle's as well. The both of them haven't been the same since.

"Will you move faster?" The guard scowled at me as he looked back at me quickly and then faced forward once more.

"I am going as fast as I can in this ridiculous dress." I told him. Royal fashion is a nuisance in my opinion but I have no say in my choice of clothing. I get handed a box and then the maids squeeze me into the new dress.

He was about to say something else, when we came to a sudden stop. I almost crashed into his back but I was able to catch my footing. I heard the sound of a gun cocking. Before I could even take a peak over the guards shoulder, I heard the sound of a very familiar voice.

"If I was you son, I would put down that sword before you get hurt."

No, it can't be.

I finally saw the man who I was only just dancing with less than an hour ago, Lord William Regal.

The Guard put up a good front and raised his sword higher, but he was shot and killed only a moment later. I felt the blood splatter across my face and chest.

My whole body was trembling with fear as I had tears streaming down my face. I looked around and saw that I was alone and there was no one that was coming to my rescue.

"Now my dear, no need to cry. I am not going to hurt you." The Lord said as he walked towards me. He brought his hand up to wipe away the blood from my face but I flinched. I took a step back and he took a step forward.

This little game happened until I bumped into the hard chest of someone, who wrapped their arms tightly around my body.

I tried to elbow them in the stomach but they were hanging on to me tightly. "Cover her mouth and eyes." A gruff voice said to the right of me and then there was total darkness as my eyes were covered.

~

I was being carried over someone's shoulder, with my wrists and ankles also tied together. I was wiggling around, hoping that he would drop me, but all the man did was slap my behind and that had me gasping behind the cloth covering my mouth.

"If you don't stop moving, I'm gonna put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours." A new voice said. It wasn't the same as other ones I have heard so far. It had a slight accent to it, but one I have not heard yet.

That had me go still as I did not wish to be killed. It didn't take long to get to where we needed to be, but I knew we were boarding a ship. I could hear the waves hitting the rocks and smell the salty air.

I started to cry once more as I just knew I will end up at the bottom of the ocean after they get what they want from me.

"Put her in the brig and Wheeler, you watch her."

"Yes Captain."

Next thing I knew, I was practically dropped to the floor, crying out in pain. "You gonna be okay there Princess?"

"I'll be fine." Was my muffled response.

"Okay." Came their response and they walked away, their footsteps getting fainter and fainter.

I felt a hand on my head and I flinched away. "Keep still there Princess. I am just trying to take off your blindfold."

The voice for some reason had a calming effect on me and I didn't move as he untied the blindfold.

Once that came off, I had to blink a few times to get used to the light from the latern that was hanging in the corner.

I got a good look at the man, Wheeler as he was called. What a strange and peculiar name, perhaps a nickname?

I reached up with my still bound hands and pulled the cloth down that was in my mouth.

"I am not a Princess." Was my reply and he just smirked at me. "Doesn't matter what your title is, you are the niece to the King, so therefore you are a Princess to us."

I wasn't a Princess, my Uncle never gave my Father a title, so therefore I am not a Princess, but I am not going to argue with someone about such a silly topic.

"Why was I taken?" I asked him.

"You shall see soon Princess."

"Please call me YN. I prefer to be called by my name."

"I do not care what you wish to be called." Wheeler said to me, crossing his arms across his chest. I looked away from him as I couldn't stare at him.

Not because I was scared, no that isn't the reason, but because I could feel myself finding him oddly attractive.

There was no more words spoken between the two of us. He went to sitting on the stool in the corner on the opposite side of the room and I sat in the other corner, crying myself to sleep until I had no more tears left to spill.

~

I was woken up by someone nudging me with their dirty foot. "Wake up! The Captain wants to speak to you." I looked up and saw a new man standing there. I looked to the corner to see if Wheeler was still there and he wasn't.

"Get up." The man demanded once more.

"I can't. My ankles are still tied together or did you not notice?" My eyes got real wide when I heard myself say that. The man moved so fast, that I didn't even have a chance to do anything.

He hand was around my throat, gripping it. I am gasping for air as he applied pressure. I felt like I was going to black out and then I heard someone say something and he let go of my throat.

"Stop playing around Claudio and lets' go. The Captain is waiting."

"Shut up Jon." The two men started to bicker as I was gasping for air.

Claudio stood and picked me up and placed me over his shoulder and we followed Jon to where the Captain is.

"There she is. Claudio sit her down." I was placed none too gently in a chair. The man gave me one last dirty look and walked out of the room.

"You can leave us too Jon. I am sure that Lady YN and I will be just fine."

"Yes Captain." and the door was closed behind him.

I looked at the man who I knew was Lord William Regal. Last night was not the first time I met him. I met twice before but I had no idea he was a Pirate.

"Did they not untie you? Those men have no idea how to treat a Lady. Wheeler!" The door opened and closed once more and I looked to see the same man from last night standing next to me.

I finally got a good look at him. He had dark black hair, and what looked to be kind eyes, but I knew those eyes have seen and done things that I could only imagine.

"Untie her please. She is not going to cause us any harm."

Wheeler pulled a knife from his belt and I held my hands out to him. He gently gripped my hands and cut through the cloth with ease.

He then got down on one knee and without even asking me, he lifted the layers of my skirt and cut through the cloth that tied around my ankles.

I muttered "thank you" to him as he stood. He gave me a small smile and I couldn't help but return it.

"That is all Wheeler. Thank you." The Captain's voice had me looking at him now and he was looking between Wheeler and myself with an amused smile on his face.

"Eat Lady YN, you must be starving. I know you did not get a chance to eat at last night's feast." I finally noticed all the food that is on the table. My stomach was grumbling but I did not touch the food, having no idea if it is has been tampered with.

"You can eat it, nothing will happen to you. Pick an item and give it to me to eat." I handed him some dried fruit and he winked at me as he popped it in his mouth and chewed. I waited for something to happen but nothing did.

Once I knew I was safe to eat, I dived in and started to eat in such a manner that my own Father would be appalled, but at this moment, I do not care.

"Now you maybe wondering why we have taken you. Now listen and listen closely because this all depends on you my dear Lady." A serious look came across his face.

I listened as he explained I am being held for ransom and that I will be providing the hair pin that my Uncle gave me to add to the ransom note.

"When we dock at the next Port, that is when we will send the letters to both your Father and Uncle. I am sure that both of them will be willing to pay the amounts that will each be asked for."

I had tears that are threatening to fall now. My Father doesn't have much money. He has gambled away most of his inheritance.

That is why he agreed with me going to Port Royal. He wanted me to ask his brother for more money.

When I did ask, my Uncle just laughed in my face. "It is not my problem with what your Father has done with his inheritance my dear niece. He is lucky that the King has not found out."

"Now no need to cry my Lady, no harm will come to you." The Captain said. I am certain his name isn't William Regal.

I didn't say anything as if I told him the truth that may just make him angry and I have no idea what he or his men will do not to me.

~

Days turned in to weeks and we finally docked at a Port. The ship was running out of food and other necessities.

But I will say over the last few weeks, I have spent most of my time with the one they call Wheeler, who later told me his name was Paul. He is the one who gets the task of watching me the most.

"Paul, do you think it is possible for some water to clean myself?" I asked for the umpteenth time. Every time I ask, the Captain says no.

Paul sighed and said he will try once more.

Wheeler Yuta's POV:

The Captain finally agreed to me bringing her some water to clean herself. I had Bryan help me bring down the biggest basin we have before he and the others left to do what they needed to do.

I put it in the corner of the brig and I had to hide the smile that threatened to show when I heard the happy squeal from her lips.

"It is too hot for a fire, so you will just have to make due YN."

"That is perfectly fine Paul. Thank you once again. When I see the Captain next I must thank him as well."

I turned around the give her a bit of privacy but YN called for me only a few moments later.

"Paul, I need help with the back." I looked down as I walked towards her. YN turned around and I moved her hair to the side. I heard her breath hitch slightly but I tried not to think about that.

A man touching her she is no way used too. From what I know of the King's niece, is that she was very sheltered. So any man even touching her would be a shock to her.

"Thank you Paul." She softly said.

I couldn't stop myself as I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Anything for you my Lady." I heard her let out a shaky breath as I turned back around, trying to keep myself under control.

I heard her heavy dress fall onto the floor and she got into the bath. I did not wait for her to give the okay as I turned around to look at her.

"I won't be far YN." I sat on my usual stool and watched as she cleaned herself. I didn't even realise I was palming myself through my pants until she asked me what I was doing.

"Nothing."

"You sounded like you were in pain Paul." I closed my eyes at the sound of her concerned voice. I opened them again and she was staring right at me, well at my lap.

"I guess no one told you about masturbing huh?" I felt myself twitch as she shook her head no.

"What is that?"

"It is when one touches themselves to relieve some tension. Have you ever done that?"

"Touch themselves where?" Was her innocent question. She had her arms crossed on the edge of the basin and she was resting her chin atop of them. The innocent expression on her beautiful face had me feeling weak.

"Why don't I show you?" I stood and I slowly walked towards her. "Are you okay if I join you?"

"Yes." My clothes landed on a heap next to hers. She moved forward a bit but there still wasn't enough space as I slid in behind her.

She squealed as I wrapped my arms around her naked waist and had her sit in my lap. I groaned as her ass was resting on my cock.

"Lean back against me YN and just trust me." She did what I asked surprisingly.

I moved my hands from her waist and moved her hair to the side with one. I placed my lips on her neck and gave her a kiss there. With my other hand, I was rubbing her stomach as I worked my up to her breasts.

I started to kiss up and down the column of her neck. I smiled against her skin as YN gasped when I cupped her breasts with both my hands and started to play with them.

"You have such a beautiful body my Lady. It has haunted my dreams for weeks now."

YN's eyes were closed as she enjoyed the sensation of my hands on her body.

I kept my focus on her when I finally moved my hand and slid my hand down her body. Her mouth fell open in a moan and her eyes opened when my fingers found what I was looking for.

I inserted one finger into her pussy and I swore under my breath at how tight she was.

"Paul.."

"Shhh, I got you YN." I whispered into her ear and then I started to kiss and suck at that one spot behind her ear.

I inserted another finger to stretch her out even more. "This is what I mean when I say about touching yourself." I slowly started to move my fingers in and out of her.

Her head was flung back against my shoulder and she was looking up at me, letting out little pants and gasps of air as she experienced all new pleasure for the first time.

"Paul, I feel funny...Like I have to go to the bathroom." She said between each moan and squeal. "You're about to cum YN. Don't hold back. Just relax and let go."

I covered her mouth with mine just in time as she squeezed my fingers with her pussy as she came. She groaned into my mouth as I kissed her for the first time.

Her lower body was shaking slightly as she finally got to experience an orgasm for the first time.

"What about you Paul?" YN asked me as she finally came down from her high.

"Don't worry about me love, I'll be alright." I knew I didn't have much time. The others will be back soon.

YN stood and I groaned loudly at her body dripping with water. She placed her hands on her hips and she scowled at me.

"You helped me, now I want to help you." My cock twitched at the thought of all the different ways she could help me.

"We don't have much time there Princess."

"I asked you not to call me that."

"Yeah, well I like calling you it." I was honest with her.

"Please Paul, I want to help you." I almost said fuck it and pulled her into my lap but then I heard the loud footsteps as the crew boarded the ship.

Part 2 coming soon

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Don’t You Have Anything Better To Do

Wattpad request mackleann Rip and reader get married and they get teased by the bunkhouse guys

Rip and I stood underneath the Yellowstone barn door where he had his hands on my waist with my arms around his neck while we shared our first kiss as husband and wife. Breaking the kiss I tilted my head towards the bunkhouse hearing the bunkhouse roaring with laughter. “What do you think those boys are doing at four in the morning?”

“Nothing good I imagine. This is when they act like dumbasses. Let’s go investigate.” He nodded looping his arm through mine while we walked towards the bunkhouse.

Opening the door we walked in on the cowboys and Jamie drinking and spinning on a baseball bat. Colby stopped spinning before he ran jumping away from the rope but Jake wrapped the rope around his foot making him land on the floor. “Don’t you boys need to be sleeping?” I put my hands on my hip eyeing the group.

“There’s the newlywed Wheelers. Care for a beer Y/n Wheeler?” Ryan raises up his beer reaching into the fridge holding one out for me.

Rip tilted his head at his offer when Jimmy asked. “Wait what time is it?”

“Jimmy it’s four in the fucking morning. Now what are you dumb asses doing?” My husband asked when I removed my arm from his taking the beer from Ryan and doing almost half of it.

Jake eyed me swinging the rope in my direction. “So are we expecting a mini Rip in the future?”

“Oh I don’t know about that. My daddy would be happy to have more grand babies I know that for a fact.” Shrugging my shoulders I noticed the x mark on the floor, kicking it with the tip of my boot. “What exactly were y’all doing with this?”

“Ya stand on the x and spin around three times. Then run and we try and rope your ass down on the ground. Do you want to give it a go?” Walker suggested nudging me as he walked past me to get another beer.

Rip crossed his arms over his chest sending me a light concerned look that only I would see in his brown eyes. “Even though she’d kick all your asses. I don’t think Y/n has to prove anything to you.”

“Fine let’s change the subject then. Do you ride her like a bull?” Ryan teased Rip where I swore he might get into a fight with him over it.

Rip stomped up until I got in between the pair trying to ignore the fact that they were asking about our romantic envolvment before we had been married. “You want me to prove something fine I will. Just warning ya my sister says she’s a beer. Well I’m a buffalo.”

“Woah I think we found out who the real boss is behind closed doors.” Colby smirked leaning back in one of the chairs at the round table.

Downing the rest of my beer I threw it on the ground taking the bat calling out to Rip. “Rip, let’s prove them wrong right. I bet that I can do this hood and you can rope me with your eyes closed.”

“Y/n, let’s not entertain the idiots.” Rip shook his head no not wanting me to get hurt.

Lloyd sat his hat down on the table. “That’s something I’d rather like to see.”

“Look we can either watch you herd her like cattle or we can talk about you sleeping with her.” Jake shrugs handing my husband the rope moving out of the way.

Rip moved his gaze back toward his wife seeing her give him those puppy dog eyes that he could never say no too. He walked forward over to his bosses daughter who was now his wife tuckings hair behind her ear. “Fine but if you get hurt I’m making them go to clean the barn after this from top to bottom.”

“I’ll be fine, baby…Ryan hold this.” Removing my light brown hat from my head tossing it at his face he almost dropped it onto the floor and fell out of his chair.

Placing my hands around the handle of the baseball bat I did three spins before I drew my head up and started running in the opposite direction of my husband. Rip followed the rules and shut his eyes slowly swinging the rope around giving me time to get some distance away from me. He then throws the rope and it tightened around my waist yet instead of getting thrown to the ground I squealed when he spun me back into his arms. “Woah hey there cowboy.”

“What do you say we leave these boys and finish this night alone together.” Rip smiled down at me with him holding me against his chest but he had me dipped down to the floor slightly.

Gripping the fabric of his black jacket I whispered up at him pouring my heart into his deep brown eyes. “Hmm some beer and time with you is the best ending to this night I could ask for.”

Rip and I started learning forward about to kiss until Jimmy asked nervously. “Are you two going to kiss…do we need to like give you the room or something?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do!” Rip growled tugging me up to stand on my feet laying my head on his chest.

Lloyd put his hands behind his head smiling. “Not at the moment boss.”

“Hey let’s go. I’ll take that.” Leading Rip by the hand that was intertwined with mine I reached over snatching my hat back from Ryan’s hands. Placing it on my head we exited the bunkhouse hearing the boys making kissing sounds when we shut the door in their faces.

Rip finally kisses me on the lips again when I pressed my body against his, gripping his shoulders underneath my fingertips. “I think it’s time we go to bed, Mrs. Wheeler.”

“You were right that they are dumb asses. But I am tired now so let’s go to sleep, Mr. Wheeler.” Sending him a grin I squeezed his hand in mine with us walking back to the house that my father has given him.

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She’s a Freak Part 7 *Eddie Munson*

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: Mature Content, cheating, Swearing, etc…

A/N- So this maybe turning into an A/U becuase Eddie will not... well you know what happened. And I don’t want to be directly copying, so there will be stuff from ST but also shit I make up. Thanks for the continued love, follows and support, its been overwhelming! 

Part 7

You were drenched from the lake and freezing, your hands were constantly shaking, not just from the cold temperature but shaking in fear after seeing Seth’s murder. You hadn’t said a word since you managed to escape the lake, you were astonished by the earlier events. You’d seen insane shit, Billy being possessed to become the host of the Mind Flayer, his body ripped apart by the colossal Spider Monster and over 1000 Demogrogans, you thought nothing could get worse. Yet the images and sounds of Seth body breaking kept replaying in your mind over and over again was definitely the worst thing you’d ever seen. You didn't get a chance to talk to Seth and the guilt you felt for sharing an intimate moment with Eddie whilst still technically in a relationship with Seth was eating away at you. Eddie would take glances at you and he could see the same fear in your eyes that he had. Eddie had located Skull Rock where he intended to lay low till the group could get to you.

“Please talk to me” Eddie couched in front of you, his hands on your shoulders. Your head was placed on your kneecaps, your whole body was closed off. Eddie face palmed in frustration, not because of you but because he knew he needed to get you to a proper place of safety. He grabbed the walkie talkie he had stolen from a building site as the one Dusitn had given you had malfunctioned due to getting wet out on the lake. 

“Henderson!? Wheeler!? Can you hear me?” Eddie desperately wanted to shout into the walkie but maintained a whisper.

“Eddie! Holy Shit are you okay?” Eddie heard Dustin reply. 

“Y/N. Is she with you?”

Eddie sighed closing his eyes in relief, he rubbed his forehead in exasperation, he was happy to hear Dustin’s voice but knew he needed help asap.

“Nah man, We’re er… pretty er… pretty goddamn far from okay!” Eddie turned to look at you as he heard you scramble to your feet, lunge behind the big skull looking rock and throw up.

“Skull Rock. You know it”

“Yeah. Hold tight, we’re coming” Harrington’s voice called out in the background. Eddie nodded frantically, feeling reassured. He then rushed to your side, where you were tying your hair into a ponytail.

“I think that may be the last of it” You wiped your mouth and took a deep breath placing your hands on your hips assertively.

“I’m sorry Y/N…”

“Stop. I don’t need sympathy okay. Nothing anyone says or does will change what happened. What we saw”

“Yeah, I know. Try seeing it happen twice” Eddie fidgeted with the ring on his fingers.

“I can’t believe he’s gone Eddie” You burst into tears, Eddie wasn’t used to comforting crying girls in fact he was usually the one making girls cry by being weird and scary in their opinion. His arms wrapped around you, his arms folded around your neck as he pulled you in for a deep hug, your head rested on his chest as you let the tears flow,  your own arms squeezing his midsection. Eddie thought about where he was and what he saw a couple of weeks ago.

“I need to tell you something” Eddie lifted your head, his palms settled on your cheeks as he looked straight into your teary eyes. His cold rings made your skin tingle, you closed your eyes as you melted into his hands.

“I need you to know, before I tell you that I didn’t tell you sooner because you seemed so happy. All I wanted was to see you happy but now it's different.”

“What is it?” You questioned looking up at him.

“Before all of this, before Chrissy. I was making my way up to meet Rick. Seth and Chrissy, they were here.” 

“Okay?” 

“Fuck. How do I say this?” Eddie suddenly moved away, turning his back on you.

“Just say it. Whatever it is!” You crossed your arms to hug yourself.

“Seth and Chrissy were meeting up. I caught them doing it that day I came here to meet Rick. As soon as I saw who it was I left… my eyes had been burnt enough” Eddie trailed off shuddering at the thought.

“Wow.” You nodded your head gulping, trying to comprehend what you’d heard.

“I mean I can’t say I'm surprised, you know? Seth wanted something I just wasn’t ready to give.” You walked over to the gap between the rocks that provided shelter and plonked yourself down, Eddie had followed you taking a seat opposite. 

“Can I level with you?” Eddie brashly asked, as he threw some twigs waiting for your response. You nodded trying to hold back any tears that wanted to escape but you were determined to not be seen as weak.

“Seth was a little shit. A dickhead, some might say. I know I shouldn’t speak I’ll of the dead blah blah blah but come on man. You are worth so much more than how he was treating you. You know that!” Eddie took your hands into his as he spoke honestly looking deeply into your eyes..

“What are you thinking?” Eddie solemnly asked, his tongue running along his bottom lip. You watched him as he did this, and though he wasn't doing it intentionally, it turned you on. 

“You. Seth. I’m just confused. How has all of this happened in this space of 48 hours” You huffed before rustling in the woods startled you both and then you heard Dustin and Harrington arguing about Skull Rock. You rushed over to Dustin and engulfed him in a hug, Harrington chucked Eddie a flask of water. Being his big sister, you pulled away and started to check over him, moving his head side to side.

“I’m fine!” Dustin laughed, batting you away. You ruffled the top of his head

Your head was resting on Eddie’s shoulder, your right arm was linked to him feeling comfort in his presence. You listened to him explain the night’s previous events. 

“And so, when we reached land, I tried calling you guys but uh the walkie was busted. Totally soaked. So I uh, did the thing that I do now, apparently. we ran.” Eddie chuckled with obvious sarcasm.

“Eddie saved my life guys. I couldn’t move or do anything. Which isn’t usually like me” You added, you lifted your head looking up at Eddie giving him a sympathetic smile

“Is something going on here?” Dustin mumbled, gesturing between the two of you but was drowned out by Steve talking.

“Yeah well you did just witness your boyfriend get crushed” You grabbed the closest thing to you which was the walkie and hurled it at him.

“No? Okay” Dustin quietly said to himself awkwardly.;

“Gee, thanks for the reminder” You said as Steve caught the walkie.

“Let’s be honest, not a great shame is it” Harrington turned to Dustin who avoided eye contact with everyone to remain impartial. Eddie clicked his finger and pointed at Steve agreeing with his statement. Whilst his sister was occupied by Eddie’s reaction, he turned back to Steve and nodded in agreement.

“Still. Vecna is going after people and we need to stop it.” Lucas chimed in seriously.

“Vecna?” You questioned

“We’ll fill you in. What time did the attack happen?” Nancy asked.

“I know exactly the time. My watch stopped too.” Eddie threw the watch over to Nancy and Robin.

“Same time our torches went kablooey.” Robin spoke.

“Which means?” Eddie dragged his words.

“That surge of energy was Vecna attacking Seth…” Nancy stated.

With that you hoisted yourself up and started to walk away from the group but the grip of Steve holding your arm stopped you.

“Where are you going?” Steve was questioning you and you could hear the anxiety in his voice.

You looked at Steve’s grip then up at him raising your eyebrows, he rolled his eyes and let go of you. You informed the group of your decision to head home.

“You can’t go back to Hawkins.” Dustin said, shaking his head.

“I can and I am.” 

“Do you forget I'm a wanted man?" Eddie inserted himself into the conversation. He shot you a look of annoyance but also confusion as to your suggestion to go home.

"I know it's selfish but forgive me for wanting one last normal night! I just watched somebody I loved die. Everybody around me is dying so I just want one last night to forget, and imagine that everything is normal before the earth blows up!"

Your spiel had everybody silent and staring at you. Some faces expressed sadness as they knew what you were feeling, others looked at you like you were insane for wanting to go back to Hawkins. 

"We're being stupid! Look, the cops looking for Eddie are not going to be in Hawkins anymore, they know he'll have fled, they'll be searching elsewhere for him. So Hawkins is probably the safest place for him to be. If we can sneak him back in, Dustin can distract mum and he can stay with us till the morning. Everybody else at the Wheelers takes care of Max making sure she's safe. We can reassemble in the morning."

"Anybody going to argue with that?" Harrington asked, the group all exchanged looks.

"Well…what say you Eddie the banished?" Dustin gestured to him, everybody including yourself looked at a nervous looking Eddie who was crouched and biting his nails, until he finally looked at you. You wanted Eddie to trust you. 

"I say your asking me to follow you into Mordor, which if I'm totally straight with you is a bad idea" 

You rolled your eyes at his allegory and turned your back on everyone ready to walk.

"But uh the Shire…the Shire is burning. So… Mordor it is" You ran up to Eddie like an excited pup to give him a hug almost knocking the air out of him. Dustin led the group down the hill ready to go back to Hawkins. As you walked your hand was intertwined in Eddie's, it felt normal to be holding hands with him, he even brushed the back of your hand with his thumb for comfort.

"You better make sure I survive this" Eddie leaned down to talk in your ear, you noted the sarcasm in his voice as he held your hand up to let you walk in front of him as it became a single file.

"It's one night… you'll survive." You turned to face him with a smile walking backwards

"I won't let anything happen to you." Your tone is half serious, half jokey.

"My hero" Eddie created a love heart with his fingers at you before you focused back on the path ahead.

"What is Mordor?" Steve whispered to himself confused, causing you and Eddie to chuckle.

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young will byers imagining the rest of his life with mike wheeler in a non-romantic way and those feelings becoming romantic over time but pretending they are not because he knows it will never happen. will byers moving away and struggling so immensely without mike that he feels like he is drowning and seeing the letters fly in, addressed to el, and too hurt, too petty to reach out to mike; too afraid of rejection even in the form of friendship from last summer. every letter seeming as though mike doesn’t care. not thinking of reaching out himself because he is too hurt and sad to do so; cannot have him at the small intervals because it hurts too much to hold onto but thinking of him every day.

realizing that he is visiting soon; that maybe they can go back to what was once there between them; that they can just go back to the way it was. so he starts to paint because he needs to show how much he missed him even though he didn’t reach out.

mike coming to the airport and reacting coolly; apparent that things have changed; mikes moved on and he hasn’t. mike ignoring him. being a third wheel; it’s obvious that mike is here for el and he just so happens to be there; is just a consolation prize. mike noticing his behavior; calling him a jerk. will seeing through it because most of the time mike is easy to read. mike being a jerk again, showing that he has no grief for a lost friendship. does he? back to el.

mike coming in his room; he has passed it. he has moved on from the fight because there are more important things at stake now. they should be worrying about el. mike starting. will accepting but still unconvinced until mike starts talking about hawkins. about their other friends. about how it’s been weird. this last years been weird. they’re … they’re great. but it’s not the same without you. and every word resonates. because that’s what it’s been like for him too. he reads between the lines and hears what mike is saying, and everything that mike has been feeling? is a mirror image to what he has been feeling too, at least in regards to their friendship (romance is so off the table; it’s not even on his mind that that is where his feelings come from) so he grabs the painting, sure he will give it to him at some point because maybe mike needs to see it; just as much as he needed to paint it — why am I the bad guy? why is this on me? — maybe mike felt just as lost without him as he did without mike

the van — how much mike is hurting. what he needs; what is best. how insecure he is; how much he hates to see him hurt: how his entire soul wishes to see mike believe in himself and see himself as essential and needed. how he knows how eleven feels, how he has felt they have always had a kindred understanding, so what if he exchanges a few pronouns? mike needs this; their friendship is fine, it’s okay; it’s healed, it seems, and what really needs healing is mikes relationship with el. so he lies, and he tells the truth, and he unexpectedly cries because he flew too close to the sun, and he got burnt, so so bad because all these feelings rush out, even if they are not supposed to be his own. and mike means so much to him; makes him feel like he is not a mistake, gives him the courage to keep going and he just wants to give that to mike too, but he knows what mike needs is this; affirmations about el. so he focuses on her, he replaces her with (i) and white lies turn red and the desert blurs, along with every rule he has ever followed in regards to lying to mike.

and then mike is relaying the words to el, in response to what will said in the van, and it hurts. it does feel like a bandaid being ripped off because this is it, isn’t it? but it doesn’t hurt any less. but he can’t help but to read between the lines again, wondering the sincerity when he just spoke those lines previously. hasn’t mike always been better with articulation? didn’t he know words while wills knew colors?

it doesn’t matter though because this is not the moment to think on it; to wonder the authenticity because el is on the table; burning and wincing, unreachable, and even when mike says: i feel like my life started the day i found you in the woods, he doesn’t flinch because it doesn’t matter; his feelings don’t matter here. and even if they did. he cannot imagine a life before el or without either. she is his sister; his family; fabric of his life that feels should always exist; so he thinks he understands that.

he pushed mike for a reason; he knew he would be the one to reach her; he needed him to reach her. not only for their friends but for el. and whatever he needs to say to do that, he stands behind because there is no room for hurt feelings at the brink of death and destruction. what’s said during battle cannot be held against you. in the same way that he and mike never once discussed what mike said to him in the shed: (that was the best thing i’ve ever done)

but his heart has never known the rules so those words still carved into his bones; flooded his veins; ripped into his heart until there was nothing left but dust on the nights where mike felt so far away that if he called, he wouldn’t hear him; unlike before when he always came running. but he thinks that maybe if he called him now, he would be there. maybe just a little late but not too late.

#byler #stranger things #will byers #writing #anaylis? #idk #sometimes I just start and can’t stop and it becomes something

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#Ronancetober _ Day 11

The thing is she went through the gate. She went through the gate but she is not standing in the oddly familiar version of the vile dimension of Hawkins. Or maybe she does. Maybe the building piles of snow, a date printed on this messed up newspaper stuck in a puddle of rainwater on the asphalt; maybe the parallel universes living in different times are playing another trick.

Hawkins, Indiana. 1983.

The literal, moving time of 1983; when people are the ones swirling rather than dark particles, when the sun is barely cutting through the early winter's cold.

She shivers, in the clothes only meant for an American Midwestern summer. Behind her, the gate is slowly closing itself off. The dripping membrane is stitching itself back together.

Damn. Goddamn, she is so stupid sometimes.

Robin looks around, finds she is still at the wide alley by Family Video and quickly comes up with the mental image of the city map. Circling back to the video store, she doesn't find a known car in the parking lot - not Steve's own and not Keith's familiar one. No one appears behind the dark glass windows and she wonders if -

Nope. Her keys are rejected and she puffs out a long breath, looking back around the empty street. The sun is rising instead of setting- as if moving upside down - and the people seem to be going to work instead of leaving - as if put on rewind.

If this is indeed 1983, if this indeed October, if this is a weekday morning, then Steve is to be found at -

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit -"

She cannot believe she's about to step back in Hawkins High after graduating from this hole. She cannot believe she's about to go find Steve at his worst fucking time of existing, to go find Nancy at her -

"Oh, fuck -"

Robin breaks in a soft run. From Family Video to Hawkins High, a walk in this weather is going to be the death of her. Dressed in a simple t-shirt, a stupid tie, the sleeveless green vest, her loose ripped jeans and her combat boots, running the way might save her from catching a damn cold or hypothermia. She wonders if sickness can follow her through an interdimensional gate.

Thank fuck she did not relent under Steve's teasing about wearing combat boots in summer.

When Robin arrives at the school, her teeth are cluttering anyway, her breaths are slicing their way in her lungs, her knuckles goddamn hurt, and a headache is pounding against her skull. She is so returning with a fucking cold.

The halls are packed with - with kids. Honest to god kids that Robin almost doesn't recognize. It is a difficult thing - to remember first grade. To properly remember. God. Her memory is so fucked up when it comes to experiences from the years before the Russians and Starcourt, Robin almost damn presses her forehead to the nearest wall to regain some control.

Starcourt Mall. Are they building it right now? Are they building the underground tunnels? Are they- Can she maybe even -

She needs Steve and Nancy. She needs the kids over at the neighbor building of Middle School and she needs El right about fucking now and -

It is instinct.

Finding Steve Harrington in a crowd.

The laugh catching in her throat is a ridiculous one because - Jesus H. Christ - was the hair ever supposed to be attractive?

He is prettier, now. Robin's now. In the future. Whatever the hell.

Of course, there is company around him. An odd and younger version of Tommy and Carol, darkly trailing after him and they are approaching the lockers with their back to Robin standing by the entrance and -

Barbara and Nancy. Barbara - sweet, alive and smiling Barbara Holland - browsing through a handful of cards. Nancy - Robin's girlfriend of five months Nancy Wheeler - looking as if she was just dropped out of a pink dollhouse.

The cards are taken away from Barbara's hand. Steve hovers over Nancy with this smirk Robin always wanted to punch off of his face and even now that - Okay.

This Nancy is not Robin's to call hers.

"Okay, okay, okay. Okay, Buckley, you are just... gonna freak them out a bit. It's fine, it's fine. This won't be the strangest thing they'll find ahead of them".

They look like babies. Steve cannot be much taller than Robin right now.

Jesus Christ.

Even from the distance, she hears Nancy's incredibly soft, incredibly cute; "It's Tuesday..."

"It's Tuesday", Tommy coos and Robin almost wraps a hand around the front of his shirt in response to the mocking aimed at - Nope. Not her girlfriend yet.

When she's close enough, Robin barks her usual, frustrated; "Hey, dingus -"

The five of them jump, heads snapping up and around to stare at her, and suddenly Robin is painfully aware how she looks. Summer clothes, name tab, shivering and deathly pale from the cold, covered in slime and goo from the gate.

Fuck it.

She grabs Steve's arm; meets Nancy's painfully familiar eyes. "We need to talk".

The arm is shrugged out of her cold hand. "Who the fuck -" the boy begins to snarl when Barbara snaps out of her shock and exclaims; "Robin?"

"Hey, Barb. You should... join us".

"Who the fuck are you, freak?" King Steve snarls again and Robin almost slaps the back of his head for the utter assholery. God, he really was a dick to people who weren't his current girlfriend.

Nancy. Nancy is his current girlfriend. Robin will never fucking understand how -

"Steve..." - Nancy gasps then, wide eyed. The look is enough to have him retreating, kind of curling inwards in a seething scowl. God, they really were just kids.

Barbara clears her throat softly. "What, I mean... you look... different?"

"Yeah..." - Robin looks around the hallway as if waiting to see her younger self come out of some corner. How in the hell that would go in terms of time travel or alternative dimensions or paradoxical aspects of universes colliding, Robin doesn't think she wants to know. "The four of us kind of need an empty room for this".

"I'm not going anywhere with you -"

"Your full name is Steven Harrington-Giordano but your father tries to bury your mother's side of the family so the full thing rarely appears on paper".

He gapes. Serves him right.

"Come on".

"We -"

"Not you two".

"Who do you -"

"Nah-ah. Fuck off, Tommy".

"Hey!"

Robin all but drags Steve and Nancy to the nearest empty classroom, one hand on each of them with familiarity they do not share with her, Barbara walking behind them very carefully. The lock clicks behind Robin, shutting off the loud, cluttering crowd.

Nancy is the first to ask; "What is happening?" and Robin almost laughs because, of course, she is.

She wants to ramble about the cold and if one of them can led her a jacket, talk about time travel and the pounding headache in her skull. Tell and plead and beg Barb to keep away from the pool and drop on her knees by Nancy's feet and warn her about the guilt and the nightmares that will have her shielding herself off the real world of a normal eighteen-year-old. She wants to yell at Steve to get his head out of his ass before he gets his heart completely torn to pieces.

These three children are not her party.

Not her family, not just yet.

"Will Byers went missing two days ago", Robin says instead, watering it down to a point they'd be able to follow. "I know where he is".

"You do?" Nancy jumps.

"Robin.."

"How do you know these things?".

"I'm from... Okay, okay. You'll freak out".

"We are already freaking out, Robin".

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I'm... not exactly Robin. Not the one you know. Not anymore, I guess".

"You look older".

"I'm eighteen".

"That's..." - Babraba frowns, runs a hand through her hair and Robin softens at the sight of her - "...that's three years from now".

"Hold on -"

"What, are we seriously talking about -"

"What is even happening right now?"

"Time travel? Seriously?"

Robin could kiss her. Robin won't do so. This is not her Nancy to do so. Not yet.

"There is a kid, Nance, in your basement. Your brother and his friends are hiding her and I am going to need her powers to get home".

"Powers. What powers?"

"Psychic ones".

"What -"

"Yep".

"Are you on drugs? Am I on drugs?"

Robin cannot help but laugh, slowly spinning in a circle around herself and going to lean on a desk to gain some strength in her weak knees. Runs a hand through her hair and rubs at her eyes, fixes the stupid tie and gathers a moment to have her mind returning back in thought.

At least it is warm here.

"Steve, you'll know what it is like to be on drugs two years from now, buddy".

"What the fuck -"

"How..." - Nancy is pressing a flat hand against her forehead, closing her eyes and shaking her head as if to clear it. Her cheeks softly flushed, colored pink. When she opens her eyes, her gaze skips all over Robin - as if to make sure she is real - "...is this possible?"

Robin softens at the young, innocent look on the girl's face. This Nancy has never held a gun. This Nancy soundly sleeps through the nights.

"Physics were never my strong suit", Robin whispers. "But this is what's happening and I really need to get back to 1986, guys".

"By using the... the psychic powers of the kid hidden in Nancy's basement?"

"Yes. Thank you, Steve. Can you drive us? Nancy won't have her license for another year. You are the only one with a car in this time period".

"Jesus Christ, this is so creepy, man".

"We... we can't just skip school".

"Nance -"

"You do graduate, Wheeler".

"Yeah but... Wait. Valedictorian?"

Robin chuckles, reaches out to fix a loose, long strand of brunette hair, brushing it behind the girl's ear. The height difference is a bit off, but her chest swells with adoration anyway. With longing for her own girl back to the future. Nancy, with the stress lines on her face, the glorious depth in the stormy blue eyes, the calloused hands and sharper edges, soulful smiles and the sound of her laugh in late spring.

She misses Nancy, the one Robin is in love with.

"You'll be okay, Nance", Robin whispers in the end, letting her hand drop. "I promise".

Robin is damn sure Nancy blushes.

She cannot help but smirk to herself, make a test of fixing the tie back down against her front. Stormy blue eyes follow the movement and a red deepens the adorable pink and oh -

Oh.

This will be fun to tell her own Nancy later.

#ronancetober #day eleven #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #stranger things fic #ronance #crawling my way to day 15 #blood and tears are shred #goal to finish ronancetober in october has officially failed #it is alright #i forgive me

[eddieheart]

ADOPTED

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairings: Steve X Eddie

Words: 665

Description: Eddie was adopted by his uncle Wayne

Based on this post:

When Eddie was five months old he showed up on his birth father’s doorstep, two days later he showed up on Wayne's. His uncle Wayne took him in when he was only five months old, when no one else wanted him.

Little baby Eddie was left with not much, a blanket, a toy elephant and a note. The note had been short and sweet, to Edward, for 18th birthday only. He'd been too scared to open it, so for the past three years on his birthday he'd opened the small drawer and stared at the letter.

He'd thought this year would be the same, he was wrong. For the first time ever Steve (his boyfriend Steve) was joining him. They were sitting on the couch eating pizza.

Of course the Munsons didn't own a coffee table so Eddie just moved the old bedside table in front of the couch and of course Eddie, clumsy as ever spilt his pop all over the drawer.

He scrambled to clean up the mess only to realize halfway through that his precious letter was stashed inside. Ripping opened the drawer he pulled out the letter and stared at the offending paper worriedly. It was dry, safe and secure in his hands.

Normally he waited until he was alone to stared at it, but he couldn't help himself. Falling back into the couch he stared intently down at it.

"What is it Eds?" Steve asked gently, placing a comforting hand into the older boy's shoulder.

He looked up to Steve with a flabbergasted expression, he'd almost forgotten he didn't know.

"When I was a baby, well I got tossed around more than a cob salad. My birth mom, she left this with me. For my eighteenth." He glanced up at a confused looking Steve.

"Eddie you're twenty-two." Eddie burst into laughter at Steve's serious expression.

"Yeah, Stevie I know. I've just been staring at it, I'm nervous... to open it y'know. I mean.. Wayne raised me, he's the closest thing I got to a dad and he always will be. I-I'm just scared." Steve leaned in close and wrapped his arms around the older boy, pulling him in tight.

"I get it. If you don't want to open it that's okay, I'll be holding your hand either way." Eddie's heart softened, he leaned in closer to place a chaste kiss to Steve's lips.

With a new determined look in his face he turned back to the letter.

"I'm gonna open it. I'm gonna open it. Oh my gods, Steve I'm really gonna open it." He said excitedly, bouncing in his seat. 

Taking one last deep breath he carefully pulled open the top of the letter.

Edward,

Hopefully now you've become a man, hopefully Johnny has raised you well. I never wanted you to think that you weren't wanted, I wanted you I did, I just couldn't keep you. I'm twenty years old, I'm too young to raise a child. I really hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. By now I'll be 38, hopefully married and settled down. If you can forgive me and only if you want to, please find me. Let me know who you are. I'd love to see you again, my son.

Love moma,

His eyes watered as he read the note, the old paper crinkled in his hands. He felt something behind the letter, in between it and the envelope. A picture of a young blond woman holding a small baby boy sitting in a hospital bed. Words were written on the back.

'Karen & Edward Micheals May 15th 1964'

"Oh my god Stevie, I have a mom." His eyes watered as he looked over at the younger boy.

Steve smiled kindly and glanced down at the image. His face changed to one of shock, he gaped at the photo.

"Oh my gosh, Eddie, that's Karen Wheeler." Both boys stared at each other in surprise, how could this be possible.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington #Eddie Munson #hurt Eddie Munson #karen wheeler #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #Eddie and Nancy are siblings #Eddie and Mike are siblings #Karen wheeler is Eddie’s mom #eddie munson adopted #adopted Eddie Munson