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#anyway everyone's all like ''mike is a bad friend''
rotisseries · 2 years
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i love that every time I see the general audience hating on mike, it's always because of will? like they'll be like ''oh mike's a shitty friend, he's awful to will, he only pays attention to his girlfriend'' there will be the occasional "he's not a great boyfriend" but it's like, an add-on, like an afterthought? which is so funny, because even at his WORST mike treats will way better than el actually. like I'm a mike apologist obviously but if I was going to be listing reasons to be a mike hater, I would START WITH "his girlfriend got humiliated by an ENTIRE roller rink, and he only gave a shit about his friend not paying attention to him, AND THEN freaked out on his girlfriend for retaliating towards her bully"
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janitorhutcherson · 4 months
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Marked Only for Me (Olderbf!Mike Schmidt NSFW)
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hii!! okay, i have never written smut before, so i am begging you all to plz be patient with me! this is very long, so my apologies.this is a part of my olderbf!mike series, so hope u guys likeee. also, for this let's make the assumption mike went to college and all of that before his security jobs. he just had burn out and was there, hence why he's working for a major company with what would be little experience. anyways, lmk what u think!
summary: mike comes home and needs to blow off some steam
warnings: nudity, sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, marking, possessiveness, an implied free use situation, fluff at the end!!
word count: 2,925
nsfw after the cut!!
You were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework in the home you shared with your boyfriend, Mike. You're 20, a couple of years into college, drudging through math problems that make your head feel like it's sitting inside a frying pan. You had to admit this wasn't your ideal way to relax after a 10-hour shift at the bookstore you helped run. Things had been hectic with Black Friday, your store doing a special sale where everything was 50% off, and bookworms were coming out of random corners to fill their already overflowing shelves for cheap. Of course, being younger, you were the one who had to do the grunt work, carrying piles of books to and from inventory, dealing with the more demanding customers as your older coworkers would tell you that they "just couldn't handle kids these days" and that it'd certainly be better for the younger one to do it. Luckily, though, Abby was at a friend's house, meaning you didn't have distractions. You were as focused as could be with a cup of coffee beside you, the sunlight that was once beaming through the cracks of the blinds now completely gone. You were focused, your brain functioning as much as it would with the problems. Things were quiet.
...That is until Mike stormed in. He was frustrated, angry, an invisible red-hot aura beaming off him. His hair was messier than it typically was. The softness in his eyes was instead replaced with a cold look. His eyebrows were furrowed together on his forehead, his jaw sharp and defined as he gritted his teeth. Although this wasn't common, it wasn't necessarily rare either. Mike worked for a publishing company as a marketing manager. He'd gotten the job after a few months of hard work to make up for the slack on his resume after working at the mall and the pizzeria. He moved up the ladder quickly, his company admiring his friendly attitude and his somewhat shy but personable behavior. He loved his job much more than his past ones. He felt happier, got more time off, was less stressed, and was definitely safer. Even with that being said, sometimes shit just pissed him off.
Today's big issue was a meeting with his marketing team, which also involved the big guy over his head. He felt like he was criticized, demeaned, dragged through the mud, and all in front of the team he was supposed to be respected by, listened to. On a typical day, this might not have pissed him off so much. He might've mentally plotted the demise of his boss, but he wouldn't have caused the outburst he did at work, and today had been particularly awful. He'd been late, burned his breakfast, knicked himself while shaving, and even gotten into what he considered to be a little fight with you the night before. Even though you'd both settled the argument, made up, and kissed before bed, he had been thinking about it all day. He'd then spilled coffee on his brand new tie, leaving a stain, and then... that happened. Mike snapped. He yelled at his boss, showing his ass in front of everyone, causing a meeting in his boss's office to end with an inevitable write-up. 
Now, he was home, trudging in all his bad energy, disrupting your study time. You couldn't even be frustrated with him, his demeanor proving he'd obviously had a bad day. You went to stand up to greet him with a hug, a kiss or two, but before you could, Mike stormed over to you, grabbing your arm harshly. You gasped, slightly thrown off by his sudden actions. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes locked on yours and his breath heavy against your neck.
"What the fuck, Mike?" you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his cold brown-green orbs.
"Listen to me," he grunted, his voice low and gravely. "I have had a very, very bad day, and I need you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want no shit, no back talk, you'll listen to what I say.. do you understand?" 
His hand still gripped your arm, his fingernails digging into your skin. You could feel yourself starting to drip, your panties feeling damp against your skin as your body buzzed with excitement. All you could do was nod your head, your eyes locked on his as they clouded over with lust. Mike snapped his fingers in your face, looking at you from underneath his eyebrows. 
"Use your words," he demanded. 
"Yes sir, I understand," you stuttered out, your cheeks flushing red. Mike's face was now pleased, his entire demeanor softening a little. His hand stayed wrapped around your arm as he tugged you into the living room, pushing you roughly onto the couch. You huffed from the impact, your eyes widening as Mike dropped to his knees before you. He slid your sweatpants off, prying your knees open to reveal your see-through pink panties soaked beyond belief. His eyes were hungry, his mouth open, almost drooling as he looked directly into your eyes. 
"All for me, babydoll?" he teased, his hand sliding in between your legs as he drew small circles around your clothed clit. You nodded your head as a whimper escaped your lips, the aching in between your legs only growing worse.
"What did I tell you?" he said, his words sharp as he smacked the inside of your thigh.
"Yes sir," you corrected, your words wavering after the impact from his hand. Mike nodded, satisfied with your answer, as he slowly slid your panties down your thighs, wasting no time. You gasped once again as the cold air hit your wet cunt. Mike exhaled sharply, taking a moment to admire you in front of him. His eyes trailed up to your pathetic look, your already-glazed-over eyes, down to your barely clothed chest, only a sports bra covering your breasts he loved so much, then down to in between your legs, where you were so wet, and all just for him. His lips trailed up to your tummy, sucking on the skin in different areas, from above your abdomen all the way up to right below where your sports bra stayed, purple marks forming.
He then dove in without hesitation, his large hands gripping your sides as he leaned in, moving one hand to take his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips. His mouth instantly attached to your clit. You yelped as you bucked your hips forward, his lips meeting the sensitive area. Mike pinched your thigh, a sign to quiet down until he said to do otherwise, two of his fingers reaching out to be shoved into your mouth.
“Suck,” he demanded, his fingers going as far back down your throat as they could. You did what you were told, sucking on his fingers and drawing your own circles with your tongue. His tongue drew tiny and slow circles against the set of nerves, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair from desperation. God, he loved eating you out. The way you yelped, quivered, shook underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair to keep yourself from going over the edge. He fucking loved it, you were the perfect cure to his anger, calming, something he could take it out on in a productive way that made everyone feel good. Your whines were suppressed as you bit your lip, your teeth digging into the softer skin. Mike pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once again as he admired your face, your now swollen lips.
“You know what, baby? Be as loud as you want for me now, princess,” he mumbled, going back to attacking your wet cunt. Slurping sounds filled the living room mixed with your moans and whimpers as his tongue slid up and down your slit, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck as hard as possible when his tongue wasn’t fucking inside of you. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His cock was rock hard inside of his work pants, his own face flustered as he rocked back and forth against himself. His tongue continued to lap at your clit as he slid two of his large fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them. You could feel yourself drawing close and Mike could tell. Your thighs attempted to clench around his head, but before they could his calloused hands pried them open, holding them apart. Just as your eyes began to clamp shut, your thighs shaking as the knot in your stomach started to untie, Mike pulled away. You gasped as he slipped his fingers out, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at him with an angry glare. He chuckled as he stood up, raising his eyebrows up and down as he leaned down, his hand lifting your chin up.
“Poor baby, was all ready to finish for me, hm? You were gonna be ‘Mikey’s little slut,’ weren’t you? That’s what you tell me you are, right? My little slut?” he teased, no remorse behind his eyes. You huffed, punching his arm before crossing your arm, too out of it to say anything from the knot that remained in your stomach but too angry to take initiative.
“Awh, don’t be mad, princess,” he snickered, shaking his head as he leaned further down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “You really think I’m done with you?”
With that being said, Mike pushing you back on the couch. His right hand held you down as his lift struggled to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his ankles as he yanked his boxers off, his cock springing out. He stepped out of them, letting you go for a moment to unbutton his shirt before tossing it off as well. Mike then looked over to you, leaning forward, ripping your thin sports bra off of your chest, your breasts now exposed to him. He licked his lips, excitement overflowing his body. He crawled on top of you, attempting to make the two of you fit on the couch. His mouth attacked your nipples, biting and gnawing at your skin. His mouth moved up to your neck, sucking and prodding and biting until purple marks were left all around, ones you were all too aware would be impossible to hide later on. He moved down to your chest once again, marks all across your collarbone, your tits. Mike’s hands gripped onto your neck as he sat up, looking into your glossed over eyes. He pressed his lips to your ear, a soft kiss against your earlobe.
“’M about to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he said, his voice causing prickles to cover your skin. Then, without hesitation Mike slammed into you, his pace staggered. Your moans were as loud as could be, the sound of skin hitting against each other and the echoes of both of your voices filling the living room. His thrusts were sloppy as he felt himself starting to get close to the edge, his hands pushing your hips down and into the couch. Your entire body sunk into the cushions as he used everything in him, his cock abusing your poor cunt. You swore you saw stars until you felt his hand gently smack against your cheek, your eyes averting back to his gaze.
“You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you, princess,” he growled, his hand sliding up to your hair as he tugged. You grew close, clenching around his length, your thighs starting to shake. Your core was threatening to come undone.
“Fuck, Mikey, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whimpered out, closing your eyes as your head leaned back against the side of the couch.
“Cum for me, baby,” Mike stated. You did as he demanded, finishing around his cock as your liquids gushed against him. His thrusts grew sloppier before he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your lips.
“You’re such a good girl, you know that baby? You did so good for me, listening to what I said, letting me use your pretty cunt,” he stated, his thumb caressing your cheek. He then resituated, pulling you off the couch, pushing you onto the ground. You were now in the same position he was in earlier, completely fucked out. Your lips were dull from exhaustion, your cheeks red and your hair knotted in certain areas. Mike’s cock was directly in front of you, his hand guiding for you to suck on him. Your lips wrapped around his tip, the tip of your tongue licking his slit. You worked your mouth down his length, licking the sides. Mike’s moans became frantic, desperate as your mouth worked its magic. His hand tangled in your hair as he pushed your head up and down, thrusting up into your mouth.
“That’s it, baby, feels so good,” he grunted. With no warning, Mike pulled out, spilling his load all over your face. He twitched, his moans loud and low, your tongue stuck out to catch his cum. His body laid against the couch, feeling heavy as his head leaned against the back of his couch. A tired grin was on his lips as you also smiled up at him, licking yourself clean. Mike looked down at you, a chuckle releasing his lips. It was obvious all of the tension and anger was gone, as his once cold eyes were once again the soft loving brown they used to be. He looked at you with adoration, always amused by how gorgeous you were even after rigorous activity and getting your face painted.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, picking you up bridal style as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring about his own load that was now on his face. He sat you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a washcloth out of the cabinet, running it under warm water. He started to wipe away all of the liquids covering your face, pressing kisses to your skin here and there, looking your body up and down as he admired all of the marks he left.
“You always know how to make me feel good and how to take care of me after,” you croaked out, your voice laced with exhaustion as you smiled. Mike smiled back at you, his hand tenderly touching your cheek before pushing your hair behind your ear.
“I love you, of course I want to make sure ‘m taking care of you,” he said softly. His lips once again pressed against yours. “Thank you for letting me… you know.. blow off some steam,” he said, wiggling his brows.
“Of course, honey. I was worried, though. Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, leaning forward as you slid off of the counter, grabbing a new washcloth and beginning to wipe his face with it as well. Mike sighed, shaking his head as he looked at her with sad eyes.
“I just- I got into it pretty badly with my boss at work and got criticized, I felt like a wounded animal, like I had to fight. I’m so used to having to fight that I don’t know how to shut up and listen,” he mumbled. “It was so bad, Y/N, and I got written up after that awful day I had this morning… I just.. I don’t know. I do know I feel better now, and would feel even better if we cuddled for a bit and then went out for food?” he suggested, spilling his thoughts to you. You giggled, nodding your head as you reached up to press a kiss to him. You dragged him into your shared bedroom, the two of you cuddling up together under the blankets. You turned to your side, your eyes locked with his.
“I love you, Mike, so much. And I’m so, so unbelievably proud of you. Thank you, for always making me feel good too, for taking care of me, for being such a good brother to Abby, just… thank you,” you said softly. Mike looked back at you lovingly, his appreciation for you apparent.
“I love you, princess, you don’t even know how much,” he mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He leaned over and set an alarm for an hour from now, the two of you planning on a night of dinner out and grocery shopping. He curled his arm around you lazily, your body limp and exhausted against his as you yawned.
“Oh, and baby?” he asked. You hummed, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “Wear a crop top when we go out, I want everyone to see you all marked up.” You giggled as you laid your head down, drifting off to sleep.
When you two went out, you did just that, wearing a cropped scoop neck shirt with a low-rise flowy skirt. He showed off any marks you’d left, too, your possessive boyfriend holding you close anytime someone’s eyes linger too long. Mike was strange, possessive, and sometimes a little of what most would say was unsettling, but to you, he was the love of your life, the man who made you feel good, the one who fucked you until you couldn’t think. You loved him, and you always would, blessing you with a lifelong supply of angry sex and aftercare cuddles.
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idlyfretting · 1 year
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I want everything we missed between S3 and S4. I want all of it.
I want the kids starting high school and being totally overwhelmed by normal shit when they’ve only just gotten used to weird alternate dimension shit. 
I want Robin starting senior year and all of her friends from band and soccer and drama club and everything else being like “who the fuck is this person and what did they do with Robin????” because she comes back from summer break and is just not right.
I want Steve baffling Keith because he’s definitely flirting with every girl over the age of eighteen who walks into the store, but he’s not being a douchebag? He’s not being mean to Keith, like at all? He’s not being all buddy buddy with him obviously, because that would be fucking weird, but he’s just sort of being normal? Like a normal flirty good-looking former jock who knows how to talk to people? (And Keith definitely thinks he’s been flirting with every hot adult person who comes into the store, but it’s Steve fucking Harrington so that can’t be right????)
I want Nancy running that newspaper like it’s the goddamn New York Times and nobody even thinks to question her about anything because who the hell is gonna question Nancy Wheeler? She’s scary.
I want Eddie seeing these three freshies walk into the cafeteria with what he thinks is fear, but after corralling them and inviting them to Hellfire and making them eat lunch with him and the other members every day, realizes it’s not actually fear, it’s just sensory overload. They’re not actually afraid of the popular kids or the jocks or the teachers or the bullies, they’re just baffled. Almost like they didn’t realize it should be an issue at all?
And they start coming to Hellfire meetings and these kids are fantastic. Their characters are perfect additions to the group and the campaign he started at the beginning of the year is gonna be fucking aces because their group is so well rounded now. 
And sometimes Lucas bring his girlfriend Max Mayfield to the sessions, which isn’t so bad because she mostly just sits in the corner doing her homework or listening to music. But sometimes she does listen in, and scoffs at certain plot points in the story, or laughs at parts that definitely aren’t supposed to be funny.
And Robin Buckley shows up a couple times as well, mostly doing the same as Max, but one time she watched them play and it was nerve-wracking as hell having someone essentially stalking around them, giving whispered comments to the three freshmen that either resulted it grim nods or obnoxious laughter. Which, what the fuck, how does she know these kids???? (Kids who Eddie definitely thinks are half feral, but absolutely loves them anyway.)
But then one day late in October, the session runs late, and it’s just the Hellfire boys this time, and it’s a FANTASTIC boss fight (not the final one, but still a big damn deal), and everyone is tired but riding high on an epic win, and they all file out of the school into the cold parking lot. And just a couple spaces away from Eddie’s van is Steve fucking Harrington’s stupid maroon beemer. 
And Harrington is sitting on the trunk of it, leaning against the back windshield, casual as anything, with Robin fucking Buckley sitting right next to him. 
Leaning against him. Practically sitting in his goddamn lap.
She’s got a book propped open on her knees, combat boots up on the trunk, and she’s resting her head on his chest.
Harrington’s laying all the way back, stupid douchey sunglasses on, either staring at the sky or just full on sleeping. 
They’ve both got matching green vests on. 
A shout from one of the kids has them perking up to look in their direction. Robin rolls her eyes and marks her place in the book before hopping down from the car. Harrington stays where he is but sits up with a grin on his face.
Before Eddie can say anything, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike race over to them and start talking over each other about the campaign. About how fucking cool the session was, about the monster they defeated, about the tactics they had to use to survive the whole things. 
Eddie doesn’t know what he expects to happen, didn’t even consider the possibility of these nerdy freshman knowing Steve “The Hair” Harrington, but they obviously do. 
Harrington just nods along, asking them a question that Eddie can’t hear that spawns another slew of comments from the kids. The three of them pile into the backseat of the beemer while Buckley takes the front and Harrington slides into the driver’s seat. As the car starts up, the radio blares something loud and poppy and definitely something from the top 40. 
This doesn’t seem to deter the kids, who Eddie can see leaning forward from the back, still regaling Harrington and Buckley with their successful session. The red beemer pulls out of the lot, and continues down the street out of sight.
Eddie is still standing by the back entrance of the school, Gareth, Jeff, and Alan behind him. All of them frozen, completely dumbfounded by what the last five minutes.
“What the actual fuck?”
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headkiss · 1 year
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hi!! I have an Eddie request!😊 basically something where the new girl (super shy and nervous cause AH I love it😂) at Hawkins is trying to find a seat at lunch, and decides to go up to Eddie at his table, and he treats her like a literal princess cause no girl has ever willingly wanted to sit with Hellfire
hi ty for the request!!! i hope u like it!!! | 0.6k fluff and shy!reader
Switching schools is scary. Especially during your senior year.
It’s even scarier when you have a hard time talking to new people in the first place. It makes friends hard to find, the adjustment lonely and nerve-wracking.
Lunch is by far the worst part. Every single friendship and clique in one room. Each table is dedicated to a group. Jocks, cheerleaders, or simply friends that so clearly belong together. There’s not one empty table for you to escape to.
You scan the room slowly, standing awkwardly with your tray in hand.
Already, your heart beats faster, your palms clammy. You glance around and the first empty seat you find is at a table with a group of boys in matching shirts. You shake your head and walk over, telling yourself over and over that it’ll be fine.
The closer you get, the less the noise of the room is one big mess. You can make out the voices coming from the table, the laughter.
You wind up standing a bit behind the head of the table, a head of black curls occupying the seat. You clear your throat to try and get his attention, but you aren’t loud enough over the rest of the room. You take a deep breath and shuffle over until you’re next to the chair.
Silence falls over the group, every pair of eyes lands on you. Shit.
Eddie’s stunned when he sees you standing next to his seat, shuffling on your feet, a nervous look on the prettiest face he’s ever seen. You’re new. He knows that because there’s absolutely no way he wouldn’t have noticed you before if you weren’t.
“Can we help you?” Mike says.
“Sorry, um, I was just wondering if I could sit here?” You fiddle with the fork sitting on your tray. “The other tables seem pretty full.”
“Uh-” Mike starts to reply but Eddie kicks him under the table.
“‘Course you can,” he says. He directs his attention to Mike and Dustin, “move down.”
“What?”
“Move down.”
They do, sending Eddie two annoyed looks as they do.
“There you go,” Eddie gestures for you to sit at the corner next to him.
“Thank you so much. You won’t even know I’m here, promise.”
Eddie finds that hard to believe. He’s known you for about a minute and already he can’t stop looking at you. Nobody ever comes near the Hellfire table, and here you are, all sweet and shy and something out of a dream.
“None of that. What’s your name?” He asks.
You tell him, and he repeats it, testing it out.
“That’s pretty. I’m Eddie, nice to meet you.”
Eddie.
Eddie’s a pretty boy. Like really, really pretty. From the curls framing his face and dangling over his forehead, to the softest brown eyes, to the rings adorning his fingers. As if you weren’t nervous enough already.
The rest of the table is caught up in a new conversation, but Eddie can’t bring himself to care. He’s sure you’re more interesting anyway.
“How you liking Hawkins?” He asks.
“Um, it’s okay.”
“It’s shit, you don’t have to lie.”
“No! It’s just, everyone seems to know each other already, you know?”
“Don’t worry about that. Most of ‘em suck anyway. Besides, you know me now, so that’s something.”
He doesn’t tell you that it’s actually cause for the entire school to tease him about finally having a girl pay attention to him or some shit. Like he said, they suck. You don’t.
“I guess that’s true.”
When lunch comes to a close and you start packing up, Eddie stops you before you get up with a gentle hand on your wrist.
“You can come sit here again tomorrow, if you want to.”
“Thank you, Eddie.”
After meeting him, you think maybe a new school won’t be so bad.
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steventhusiast · 2 months
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STWG prompt 11/2/24
prompt: date night
pairing/character(s): steddie, hellfire club
it's valentine's week!! hopefully i can do all the prompts this week :)
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"And with that, the barkeep..."
Eddie pauses in his storytelling to glance away from the notes hidden by his DM screen and over to the clock. His eyes widen at the time. Is it really 7:53pm already? Shit.
"With that, this session is over. You'll find out what happens with the angry barkeep next week!"
Everyone in the room groans at that, a chorus of 'seriously's and 'what the hell, Eddie's starting up even as he hurries to put his notes back into his DnD folder, and dumps all his dice into his bag haphazardly.
No one seems to notice for a moment, too busy complaining about the cliffhanger, when Gareth suddenly pauses and examines Eddie with a curious look on his face.
"Hold on, you promised we'd finally find out more about the temple this session? Where was that?"
Eddie huffs in response, and doesn't even look up as he starts folding his DM screen.
"Yeah, that was before you guys decided to talk to every single person at the tavern for an hour and start a barfight."
"That's never stopped you from getting us to where you want us before!"
"Yeah!" "Exactly!" "Please, Eddie. What happens with the barkeep."
Eddie waves a hand at everyone, and looks up to see the younger kids complaining quietly to each other, and his closer friends still seeming to inspect him carefully. He supposes they're valid in that; he's not one to back down from his plans, and has never cut off a session like this before.
But. Today is special. Today he has...
"Oh my god, you have a date." Jeff suddenly says, his eyes a little wider than usual as he grabs at Freak's arm.
"What?! Who the fuck would he have a date with?" Freak scoffs.
Eddie ignores the blush fighting to appear on his cheeks and starts collecting all of his figurines scattered around the table.
"Eddie has a date?" Mike suddenly joins in from across the room.
And, great, now the baby sheep are involved too.
"It is none of you guys's business what plans I have after this session. But, really, I gotta go." Eddie tries, but now Dustin's attention is on him as well.
"That's so funny! Steve has a date tonight too- that's why we had to ask Nancy to pick us up tonight." He says with a laugh.
Eddie laughs along with him, a little strained now because Gareth, Jeff and Freak are now squinting at him.
"Yes.. What a coincidence." Gareth says slowly as Eddie continues to pointedly avoid eye contact.
"Anyway! Got a lot to, uh. Do. Running a bit behind schedule actually, so if you could.." Eddie says as he finally finishes shoving everything back into his backpack and throws it over his shoulder, gesturing toward the drama room's door.
The younger kids leave without much complaint, but Gareth, Jeff and Freak hang back and walk slowly alongside Eddie.
"So... Steve Harrington?" Jeff asks once the kids are out of earshot, his tone a little disbelieving.
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing!" Freak slaps him on the shoulder disapprovingly as he speaks.
"It's not a bad thing! Just.. unexpected!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Eddie tries.
"Sure, sure. Enjoy your totally not a date night that's totally not with Steve 'the hair' Harrington." As Gareth says that, they've finally reached the doors and Eddie can well and truly escape.
He's going to have to break a few road laws if he wants to get to Steve's on time. It's only their third date, so sue him if he wants to try to make a good impression.
Even if Steve's been his friend for a few months now, and already knows about his horrible time-keeping skills.... It's still worth a try. Anything to woo Steve Harrington.
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part two
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aww-canon-no · 10 months
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Projects self all over Deaf Steve: 
He wants to be a writer, but after getting made fun of by his English teacher, he never tells anyone about this.
He was born Hard of Hearing with progressives loss.  By kindergarten he’s profoundly deaf, but crappy parents just stick him in mainstream school and hope for the best.  They live in a small town so resources are terrible and Steve scrapes by with his horrible bulky hearing aids until he just abandons them because being cool is better than sound anyway.
He learns ASL because he’s got one speech therapist who actually learned about the Deaf community, and it sits in his brain so much better, but it makes switching from ASL to English hard and everyone thinks he’s dumb.
His teachers have written him off.
He starts writing out of spite- learning to turn sentences into lyrical, poetic prose that feel like water rushing over smooth stones whenever he reads them.  But he doesn’t show anyone because when he goes over his work he still finds spots where he gets nouns and verbs swapped, and he drops articles and plurals are hard to remember, okay?  They just don’t make any SENSE in English sometimes.
And yeah his teachers were probably right, even if he never lets go of his petty dreams.
He gets a job working for his dad.  It’s all hearing people and it’s hard and the end of the day he’s exhausted in spite of the fact that it’s not hard labor.  He naps a lot.
He’s still close with the kids he used to babysit so on some days he goes to visit Mike’s house and annoy Nancy who pretends like she’s not happy to see him now that they’re just friends.  The kids have been MIA for a while and Steve finds out why.
He goes down to the basement and one of the prettiest men he’s ever laid eyes on is sitting on a makeshift throne with a book propped up in front of him.  Steve can’t see his lips so he can’t make out what he’s saying but whatever it is, he can tell the guy’s really into it by how the boys are really into it.
His name is Eddie and he talks with his whole body.
When he notices Steve, he also starts throwing in some signs which...
Steve will unpack that later.
Later, Dustin explains DnD to him.  It’s story telling, and it makes Steve feel things.  He’ll never admit to being interested.  Ever.
But he shows up more and Eddie invites him to sit and peek at his notes, and Steve starts making quiet suggestions behind the partition on his fingers once he realizes Eddie’s not fluent but at least conversational.  Eddie looks at Steve with big doe-eyes and an expression of wonder.
He personally invites Steve back.
Together they start planning a campaign and when it’s over--it lasts twenty-eight hours played over two weeks--Eddie cups his face and tells him that it was beautiful thanks to Steve.
At some point, they kiss, because they’re both so obviously in love there’s no point in hiding it anymore.
Eddie shows Steve his music, and Steve buys Eddie some really powerful ear plugs so Eddie can experience how Steve listens to it.
One day Steve suddenly feels like he can’t hide anymore so he shows up at Eddie’s house and dumps a thumb drive in his palm and tells him it’s stupid but he just wanted to share something.
Eddie disappears for two days, and Steve thinks yeah.  It was that bad.
Then Eddie appears with spicy chicken sandwiches in a greasy bag and throws Steve onto his bed and kisses the breath out of him before signing to him that his stories were the best things he’s ever read, and the world should probably know.
Steve doesn’t think he’ll ever actually pursue writing.  But he might write more for Eddie.
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New Year's Resolution
Hey bros, Happy New Year's! I hope you all make this year your best yet and I hope you all reach your goals. I came up with a short story on the fly to ring in the new year. Hope you guys didn't party too hard like these two!
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Before I knew it, 2024 was almost here. Everyone always says that next year will be their year, but few people actually end up following through with their New Year's resolutions. Some people want to make more money, some might want to quit smoking, but me? I just wanna get jacked, bro. I know how it goes though. People go to the gym for a week, then are unable to keep up with that lifestyle. But I can do it, and I will. I felt a sense of determination with the desire to get in shape.
I found myself at a New Year's party. One of my co-workers invited me. I didn't know most of the people there, but I didn't have any plans so I decided to go, because why not? My friends barely have time for me anyways. A lot of them have started to settle down and some decided to have smaller celebrations with their spouses or are visiting family.
I was sitting on the couch when a guy I've never met sat down next to me and greeted me. He told me his name was Mike. He was my age, wearing a backwards hat, tank top, and shorts. Not exactly the best look for the winter, but he looked just like a fuckboy who partied all day every day. He probably just wears this every day just to show off his muscles and pick up chicks. He started chatting me up about the party and about the football game that was on the TV. I didn't really know anything about sports, but it was what was on so I played along, not wanting to be rude. He asked me what my New Year's resolution was. I said I wanted to get jacked. He seemed confident that I could do it. He downed what had to have been his third beer so far before asking if I wanted another drink as well. His breath stank with the scent of beer.
I said sure. As long as it got this dude away from me for a minute or two. I might tolerate him more if I was drunk anyways since it didn't seem like he was going anywhere anytime soon. He came back carrying two bottles of the same type of beer. We made a toast for the new year and chugged our beers. As I drank, I started to realize that Mike wasn't that bad for a dudebro. He was actually really chill. I ended up asking for his number so we can get drinks sometime. He said he knows some good bars nearby and he didn't live too far from me.
He asked me what my New Year's resolution is. He already asked me that though? His memory must not be the best since he was drunk. I told him I wanted to be jacked, kinda like him. He chuckled a dumb laugh, drunk from the excessive amount of alcohol he drank tonight.
"What do you mean? You're already jacked, bro."
I was confused at first. I didn't have a lot of muscle.
"Look at yourself dude."
I thought he was fucking with me until I looked down. My biceps felt like they were throbbing, burning as they seemingly increased in size. I panicked, running to the bathroom, unsure of whether I wanted to check out my new gains or find a way to stop the aching burn in my muscles. I looked at myself in the mirror, and flexed. I wasn't hallucinating. I was just as jacked as the bro I was drinking with. I stripped down. I realized that I had a six pack as well. The dude from before knocks before entering the bathroom with me.
"You good bro?"
"What the fuck did you do to me?" I asked, overwhelmed by my new body.
"You said you wanted to be jacked, so I made you jacked. I put something in your drink, and now you're huge. Isn't that what you wanted, dude?"
I couldn't deny that. I wasn't sure whether to feel grateful to him or mad at him for doing this without my consent. He could've even drugged me further. Before I could comprehend everything, he grabbed my shoulder, pulling me in for a picture, showing off our ripped bodies.
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"Hey, try my hat on. I wanna see how you look in it now."
He tossed me the hat he was wearing, but I didn't wear hats. I took care of my hair and I didn't want my hair to get messy. I wanted to look professional, not like a frat bro. Despite that, I found myself wanting to put it on, and so I did. To my surprise, I even turned it backwards just like my best bud. Best bud? I didn't really have a best friend. But Mike was my new best friend. We met at my co-worker's New Year's party and we hit it off really well. I needed a new workout partner to help me stay consistent, so he offered to take me with him every day. He's actually looking for a new roommate so I might move in with him since we get along so well. Makes it more convenient since we plan to hang out and party all the time in the coming year.
I start to realize that my mannerisms are changing, starting to match his. Before I was uptight and professional, a total bore. Now I’m an outgoing, party-loving dudebro. I felt my penis grow erect in my pants and start leaking as I became as horny as Mike, with my length growing to a sexy 9 inches to go alongside his. I doubt that I could pull as much as him with my old size.
"You feeling better, bro?"
"Yeah dude. I feel great! Let's pound some more brewskis and fuck a baddie or two."
"That's what I'm talking about!" Mike gave me a high-five. "You can keep the hat by the way. A memory of the day we met, bro."
And keep it I did. I decided I would wear it everywhere, especially when I was out with him and his bros. I would fit perfectly in with them in a way that my old self would have never.
We returned to the party with even more beers in our hands, and me and Mike chugged every last one of them. We drank the most beers out of anyone in the party combined. My coworker caught the two of us causing a scene and kicked us out. He almost didn't recognize me at first, but after seeing me with him, he started to put two and two together. He told Mike that this is why he doesn’t invite him anywhere. I thought my coworker would tell my boss about my conduct, but I didn't really care what happens. It's not my fault I’m a party animal.
"What a buzzkill," Mike said. "Whatever. Let's go back to my place. I took a box of beer with us to finish as we left. They aren't gonna finish themselves."
Midnight was still a few hours away, and all of his bros were at other parties anyways. We sat down on his messy couch and finished what was left of the beers, cheering on our team and playing loud music. Didn't matter where we were or who we were with, we were the life of the party. My bro became pent up after not being able to get any action tonight and so was I. I offered to suck him off. After all, it's not gay to suck a homie off, and so we got off together. Getting head from him was almost as good as a hot babe. I’ve never had a guy blow me before. Neither of us could tell the other how much we really enjoyed it without the fear of being called gay.
After we both released our loads, we passed out from all the alcohol we drank, him on top of me. I don't think I ever drank this much in my life, and it was just one night. We woke up, looking like a total mess on the couch. Damn, we slept past midnight. I was still wearing his hat. I thought I would wake up and find out this was all a dream, but nah. I’m still Mike’s douchey best friend. But I smiled, knowing that we would always have each other’s back.
"Happy New Year’s, bro." I said.
"Happy New Year’s! Now tell me your real New Year's resolution, dude?" Mike answered, obviously hungover.
"I wanna party and fuck all year long!"
"Fuck yeah, bro!" He gave me a strong, brotherly hug. He told me about a rager that one of his friends was hosting tonight. All of his bros are invited and so am I, and some hot babes are gonna be there. This was the life I always wished I had, and this year, it will be my life.
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It had started as a rough few weeks. A rough few weeks that turned into a rough few months. It was weird, because in all honesty when it came to social standings, Will was doing a lot better here than he ever did in Hawkins. There were no Zombie Boy stories following him here, and he even managed to get a few girls to have a crush on him. He…still wasn’t quite clear how that worked out and he really wasn’t a fan of it. But they were also the only people he could talk to at school. He was way too paranoid of getting close to any guys. God forbid he got another crush on a friend, having none of them just seemed like the better course of action. 
It didn’t help that Mike had basically stopped acknowledging that he existed after they moved. He didn’t write to him, he didn’t call him, and it felt like the only time he heard his voice was when he politely asked for El over the phone. And it hurt. It hurt a lot. Especially when he still put in so much effort to get ahold of El all the time. He’d resent her for it if he could, but the only one who was having a worse time than him with the move was her. Maybe Mike was a shitty friend to him, but at least she had someone to talk to. 
But whatever. Lucas and Dustin cared, and so did Eddie and Steve. And when Jonathan wasn’t busy being high as hell, he had him too. Even Max called him more often than Mike did. Even when she was just trying to get ahold of El she’d take the time to ask him how he was, a courtesy that his best friend from freaking kindergarten couldn’t even offer anymore. 
So maybe Will didn’t have many friends in California yet, but he didn’t feel very lonely. 
Just a little heartbroken. 
But he could get past it. Especially when some of his favorite people were only one phone call away. Sometimes it made him feel a little guilty, that Steve and Eddie were his go to for talking about his problems. Especially since Jonathan was always trying to get him to open up. Even when he was zoinked out of his gourd he never failed to ask Will how his day was. Though…he did have a hard time following the plot when Will told him. 
But that didn’t change the fact that Jonathan always wanted to help. But what could Will say? I’m depressed because I’m in love with my best friend who doesn’t care about me? And oh yeah, I’m gay? Yeah, no. That wasn’t going to happen. If Jonathan of all people hated him for that…he’s not sure he could recover. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t think about it.
It was kind of pathetic, but he’d fantasize about it sometimes. Coming out to his family, everyone smiling and saying they’d love him anyway, no matter what. And if he was being honest with himself, it was technically possible, right? His brother had never said a bad word about Steve and Eddie. His mom never failed to shut the homophobic crap down when his crappy sperm donor had still been around. But it was different when it was your own kid, right? Will wasn’t quite sure. But he did know that he couldn’t stop thinking about it. 
So he called who he always did when he had a problem. It only took a few rings before someone was picking up, Steve’s familiar voice on the other end, “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me,” Will sighed, flopping face first into his bed, the phone pressed to his ear. 
He could hear the smile in Steve’s voice, “Hey kiddo, what’s up?”
God, he was such a dad. Will wouldn’t be shocked if he started wearing socks with sandals by the time he hit twenty-three. He went straight to the point, “Do you think that living happily ever after is like a real thing? For people like us?”
Steve laughed, “It better fucking be after all the shit we’ve seen.”
“I don’t mean the Upside Down stuff,” Will sighed, “I mean like…y’know. The gay.”
Steve snorted, “The gay? I’m going to have to tell Eddie that one.”
Will rolled his eyes at the redundant statement. He had learned a long time ago that telling Steve something meant telling Eddie something, and vice versa. He sighed a tiny smile on his face, “Oh what, like he’s not already next to you listening in?”
“...touché.” 
Will laughed, turning over to stare at the ceiling, “I’m serious though. Like…is it even possible? It’s not like everyone gets to magically find their soulmate at eight.”
“Is that such a bad thing though?” Steve asked, “Because no offense dude but honestly? I think you could do a lot better than Mike-”
“Be nice,” Will interrupted, torn between being defensive for Mike’s sake and amused at Steve never failing to find a way to come at him.
“I will when he starts being nice to me.”
“Well that’s just not going to happen,” Will laughed, “I’m starting to think Eddie’s right to call you a brat.”
Steve gasped, loud and scandalized. He’d been hanging out with Robin too much, “Me?! Never!”
Will could barely hear it over the receiver, but he could hear Eddie’s faint voice coming through, Yes he is!
And it was making him laugh even harder. Will missed this, so much. He missed having a place where he could just say whatever he wanted, with no worries. Even now he was looking over his shoulder, anxious at the chance that his mom or a sibling could come bursting in at any moment to catch him in the act of being comfortable. It was a confusing and weird feeling, and probably a little unfair to assume they’d prefer him to be sad and quiet over happy and queer. But he still did.
But for now he was safe. And he might as well take the chance to speak on all the things he couldn’t with anyone else, “But what if I don’t want to do better than Mike? Like…it’s stupid but do you think that um, I would ever have a chance?”
The answer was a strong no, but sometimes Will just needed a reality check from someone else’s mouth. 
Steve sighed, “I think the odds are pretty low bud. All jokes aside, even if he was playing for our team, I’m not sure if he’s the type who could even accept it. Y’know?”
Will did know, unfortunately. And if he’d never met Eddie and Steve there was a solid chance he’d be that guy. The truth stung a bit, but it was necessary, “I know, I know. But…do you think he would accept me? If he ever found out?”
“He fucking better. Otherwise I’ll-”
Will heard a shuffle on the other end, paired with something that sounded suspiciously like whining before he heard Eddie’s voice, “Will? You there? Sorry about that. I had to take the phone away before he started talking about beating up a child.”
Will grinned, happy to hear Eddie’s voice, “You made the right call. Do you think they’ll ever get along?”
“Not in this lifetime,” Eddie sighed, “And I know Mike’s not perfect, but if he’s okay with us why wouldn’t he be with you?”
“But it’s different when it’s a friend, isn’t it?” Will asked, “I’m not even sure if my mom would accept it, let alone him.”
“Well first of all, you don’t have to tell anyone shit, okay? But I can promise you that Joyce would be fine with it. And so would Jonathan for that matter. And I don’t even know if El is aware of what homophobia even is.”
It all sounded a lot more believable out of Eddie’s mouth than what was going on in his own head. But still… “What if they don’t though? What if I tell them and they kick me out or something? Or make me go to therapy?”
“Okay, on the off, off chance that you tell them and Joyce suddenly became a monster overnight, we’ll go to plan B. Steve and I will drive up there to kidnap you and you can live in Indy with us.”
Will grinned. He could live with that, “Can’t we just make that Plan A?”
“No, because your family loves you, as they should by the way. And this won’t bother them, I swear. Plus, telling them on your own terms is a lot less awkward than getting caught in the act.”
Will didn’t even want to know what Eddie was alluding to with that one. Poor Wayne, “But what if we’re wrong?”
He wanted to believe him, he really did, but stranger things had happened outside of gay people being disowned. 
“Will, listen to me,” Eddie said, his voice confident enough to make Will perk up, “I swear on Steve’s life, okay? There is no way in hell anyone in that house is gonna reject you for this.”
Will blinked, a little shocked at just how much faith he had in his family. More than he did, “Really?”
“Really. Trust me on this man, you’re going to be fine.”
They hung up pretty soon after that, mostly because El started knocking on his door for the phone. The conversation made him feel a bit better, but also…nervous. Could he really tell them? Would it all just work out? Just like that? Will wasn’t so sure. 
He decided against doing it right away despite Eddie’s own confidence. But he did start to drop a few feelers. He started with Jonathan, waiting until he was high enough for him to forget the conversation if it didn’t go well. And that wasn’t a long wait. 
He found him and his new friend sprawled out in his room, Fast Times playing in the background as they both stared into space. Though Will wasn’t quite sure he could count what Argyle was doing as staring. He’s eyes were barely open, and Will was 90 percent sure he was passed out. But that was good for him, now was as good a time as any. 
Jonathan smiled at him as he wandered in, his words kind but slurring, “Hey! What’s up? You never come in here. You wanna watch something or…?”
Will shook his head, his heart aching a little at the way it made his brother frown. Maybe he really had been neglecting him, too caught up in his own head to spend time with the closest thing he had to a Dad. 
It made him feel a little bad, but that wasn’t what he was here for, “No thanks. I just wanted to ask you something.”
“Sure!” Jonathan said, way too excited at the prospect of a simple question, but maybe that was the weed, “What’s up?”
Will shrugged, casually leaning against the door. Or at least he hoped it looked casual, because his heart was beating a mile per minute, “Steve said that his and Eddie’s anniversary is coming up soon. Do you think I should send them something?”
Jonathan tilted his head up to look at him, his eyes bloodshot with a tiny smile on his face, “That’s like…so nice dude. You’re always so nice. How are you so nice?”
“You don’t think it’s weird?” Will pressed, hope fluttering in his chest, “To be, y’know, celebrating them like that?”
Jonathan shook his head, “Nah man. It’s like…romance. Y’know? It’s sweet.”
“Yeah dude, gay guys are cool,” Argyle agreed out of nowhere, his eyes still closed,  “Good for Stu and Eggie. Gay people got like, the best hair.”
Will didn’t really know what to do with that one. But Jonathan was impressed. He jerked his head back to stare at Argyle, his voice in awe, “How’d you know he had good hair? I never told you he had good hair.”
“I bet they both have good hair,” Argyle sighed, “They alway do.”
“Are you like, psychic?” Jonathan asked, like that made any sense at all.
“Shit, you think I could be?”
Will watched as the two of them started to debate the idea, his brow raised. God, weed sure was a hell of a drug. He left them to it after that, deciding to slowly back out of the room. But he was going to chalk it up as a positive. 
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bellaramseysgf · 2 years
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New tattoos (E.M)
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Warning(s); Dom!Eddie,Daddy kink,casual dominance,ddlg undertones?,size kink,adhd/overly energetic reader.
Pairing(s); Eddie Munson X girlfriend! Reader
Summary; after coming back home from vacation you discover your boyfriend has a new tattoo.
A/n; don’t- I know I said no eddie fics for while but this has been stuck on my brain for WEEKS.
You nodded as your parents rambled on about being safe and to have fun,grabbing your bag from the car you left them to walk into the school. You were gonna spend the next few nights with Eddie since you’d just spent the whole summer in New York with your aunt. 3 months spent where your only communication was late night phone calls you were sure you cousins listened in on and letters. You were overly excited because Eddie said he had a surprise for you,one he thought you’d really enjoy.
He had hellfire first though so you figured you’d just meet him at the school to avoid the rather awkward conversation with your dad. You knocked on the drama club door and stepped inside. “Look, y’all’s lucky charm is back” Gareth commented and Eddie stood up rushing over to you. You squealed when he lifted you up with just one of his arms holding you close to his chest as he buried his head into your neck.
You giggled and held onto his neck waving at the other members who you oddly missed just as much. “Your back!” Dustin was up not long after Eddie and huffed prying you from Eddie’s grip. “Dude, you need to learn to share your girlfriend” dustin commented and Eddie scoffed. “with you? No way” regardless dustin hugged you and you hugged him right back smiling at how fond you really were over him.
“How was New York?” Mike asked as you sat your bag down to join Eddie on his throne. “It was alright. Nothing I hadn’t seen before” you slid between him and the table his hands reached out and held your waist before sitting back on his lap. You truly didn’t think there was a happier place for Eddie to be then right here. He went on with instructing the campaign and everyone once and a while you’d feel him squeeze your hips to stop the bouncing of your leg.
Eddie’s hands were one of your favorite things while they practically engulfed your own they just looked pretty. Pale and nimble you’d happily have them touching you in anyway all day you loved them. You especially liked his rings they really made his fingers look that much longer and made you think of dirty things. You subconsciously twisted his rings around his fingers helping keep yourself distracted to stop from constantly moving. You think he enjoys letting you do it just as much as you enjoy doing it.
However hellfire did come to a close and dustin was already going on about the next campaign. You helped Eddie clean up slipping his dice into there separate pouches and noticing a few new ones he got that had Tiny skulls painted on them. Eddie kept all his dnd dice separated by design and highest numbers he was very ocd about it but you managed to get it right every time.
You handed him the velvet bag of dice and he kissed your forehead finishing up. You bent down to pick your bag back up “AYE!” You jumped when you heard eddie yell “no ma’am I carry that, thank you!” He proudly picked you bag up and you smiled as he walked you to his van. He put the things Into the back while you slid into the passenger seat “how was Hawkins without me?” You asked as he climbed inside.
“Fucking unbearable. Well, me and Steve became sorta friends so not that bad” yes,Steve Harrington one of your best friends and ex co workers. “Soooo” you said and Eddie glanced up at you before focusing back on the road “so, what? If you want something you need to ask clearly baby” you rolled your eyes and huffed. “You said you had a surprise for me” Eddie nodded “impatient little thing, I’ll show you once we get back to the trailer” you pouted and crossed your arm.
“Hey.” Eddie’s voice turned more stern like how it does right after you break rules. “Don’t pout or I won’t let you see anything.” The added pressure to the word anything quickly made you stop your little pout.
Eddie finally pulled into his trailer park and came to a stop outside his own. You quickly slid out and helped him unlock the door since his hands were full. “Where’s Wayne?” You asked and Eddie shrugged “I’ve no clue but he’s off so maybe he’s just out” you nodded and made a b-line for his room. It smelled of cheep cologne,weed and oddly old metal. You wasted no time and tugged your shirt over your head swapping it for one of his Metallica ones that engulfed you.
“Always stealing my shit. You’re such a little thief” he teased and you smiled “admit it, you like that I steal your shit” he gasped dramatically “such bad language. You outta wash your mouth out with soap little girl” you smiled up at him working your doe eyes to look innocent like you always did. “Will daddy do it for me?” You asked tone soft and brimming with faux innocence “just want my fingers down your throat, naughty thing” you giggled and he placed a wet kiss to your lips.
“What’s my surprise?” You asked and Eddie sighed “Jesus, fine.” He hooked his arms under his shirt and tugged it over his head. Your eyes scanned over the tattoos that littered his chest a mischievous grin settling over your lips. You wanted to trace everyone one of them with your tongue. “I missed your tattoos” you went to wrap your arms around his neck but he stopped you “excuse me, there’s a new one.” You furrowed your brows and scanned over his chest once more.
Suddenly your eyes landed on the black ink settled on the right side of his lower abdomen. The tattoo read off the name ‘daddy’ in your handwriting “holy fuck.” You said and Eddie chuckled “you like it?” You nodded fingers tracing over the ink. It was still slightly red meaning it wasn’t completely done healing. You giggled and Eddie watched as you looked back up at him “what’re you gonna do when we start going to the pool and people ask why you have ‘daddy’ tattooed on you?” He shrugged ringed fingers coming to hold the sides of your face.
“I’ll look at them dead on and say I’ve got a little girl at home that just loves calling me that.” You felt blush rise on your cheeks “then, I’ll go in to tell them just how cute you sound when your whining it because I won’t let you cum” “Eddie!” You huffed and hit his chest. “So violent, thought I trained you better then that” the whimper you let out was muffled by his lips pressing to yours heatedly.
Eddie pushed you back until your fell back onto his squeaky mattress grinning from above you. “My shy little baby.” He cooed dropping down onto his mattress above you,caging you in like you were a animal. He dipped his head down and you both heard the front door close with a slam. Eddie sighed and drooped his head his curls tickling your face as you giggled at his uncles bad timing. “Eddie! Did you get y/n yet?” He yelled towards the bedroom, his door was open but recently before you left Eddie changed his room around so you couldn’t see the pair of you on his bed. He sat back on his knees “yeah! She’s with me! We will be there in a sec!” He grumbled and got up slipping his shirt back on.
He was facing you so you took the opportunity before his shirt fell all the way down you sat up quickly nipping at his new tattoo making him hiss. “That hurt you fucking brat” he gripped your jaw and you smiled proudly up at him “sorry, daddy.” He eyes you for minute before roughly dropping your chin almost shoving it from his hand. Wayne knocked before peaking around his open door “there she is! My favorite daughter-in-law” you smiled widely and got up running to hug Wayne. He was just as much of your dad as your biological one.
“I got pizza for dinner if you two are hungry” you turned in Wayne’s hold to look back at Eddie “oh I’m starving” you said smirking at your boyfriend who just gave you a death stare. “Good,let’s eat” Wayne kept his arm around your shoulders as the two of you left Eddie in his room to go eat.
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howtobecomeadragon · 9 months
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can you imagine how annoyed will must have been? he's gay, in love with his best friend, filled with shame about who he is, but he loves mike, he loves mike with all his heart, and he knows somewhere deep down that he's good for him, that he can take care of mike and cheer him up when he's down, will can be there for him in all the ways that mike needs. because he loves him, because he wants to. they've been each other's best friends forever, since they knew how to make and have friends. they grew up together, and around each other's quirks and needs and insecurities. they know almost everything about each other. almost. except for the big secret. mike just doesn't know will's in love with him. but they know everything else about each other.
and then will's family has to adopt mike's girlfriend and will kind of hates her because she's dating the guy he loves, she's the reason mike is pulling away. but soon, with enough distance from mike, will figures she's not too bad. she's just some girl that's struggling a lot and will wants to help her, so he does. she's a weird sister now. she knocks on his door for help with homework sometimes, and she likes trying new foods, and sometimes she'll listen to music with him.
but between all those sister moments are moments of devastation and heartbreak sprinkled throughout the months. she gets letters from mike. joyce hands her a new letter and el's eyes widen and she smiles and runs to her room. and it feels like last summer again when she was stealing away every bit of mike then, too. mike's handwriting, the paper that he held in his hands, his words: all whisked away to el's bedroom, far away from will.
and will watches el, and wonders. if mike were to be with someone for the rest of his life, would it be her? is that who will would've guessed, after he got over that silly daydream that it would be him, that it could ever be him?
he pictured mike with someone who played d&d, although he doesn't know if girls play d&d. he pictured someone that would stay up late talking about wizards and goblins and elves with him. he pictured someone that would go to the arcade with them. like max, but not like max. someone that would build mike up, catch him when he was down on himself, build him back up, appreciate how much he cared for everyone.
when will did get a phone call from mike, he found himself wondering what he talked about with el. what they had in common that kept them so inseparable all these months, even as mike faded further and further from will. did el have that much more in common with mike? a couple could only talk about how much they like each other so much, right? that couldn't fill a letter all by itself.
he wondered and wondered, even as he imagined conversations with mike day after day, picturing mike as his chemistry lab partner and jokes they'd make in english class and mike's usual groans about the shitty cafeteria food. his head was so full of mike: ten years worth of what mike thought of this and how he would talk about that. he was so full of everything that made mike mike that will never ran out of things to say to him. in his head at least. things were weird on the phone. and mike was barely calling anyway.
so then mike is coming for spring break and will knows that he'll have to share that time with el, that likely she'd get most of that time, and he'd get barely any, judging by how things were last summer and all the letters she always got. but he has so much to talk to mike about: his painting, how much he missed him, how much he misses their friendship, a new fantasy book he read, a d&d campaign he thought up, his physics class, his cool new art teacher.
mike is there at the airport and will's chest is fluttering and mike looks so good and will has to swallow down all his thoughts and feelings, because it's too too much. mike hugs el, kisses el, and doesn't hug will. will feels kind of numb, like he's in shock by how mike is treating him, but maybe less surprised than he expected. it settles into him like an inevitability. he wasn't calling much, so why would he want a big hug?
el says it clear as day: this day is just for them. mike doesn't want to spend it with will too. because obviously will was wrong about what mike might want. he doesn't want a person who will play d&d, or talk about dwarves and dragons. el is exactly who mike wants, and will was just wrong.
but then. but then. will realizes as el talks: el's been lying. el isn't friends with stacy and angela. el doesn't go to rink o mania for parties. while they eat their breakfast burritos, she tells mike about her great math grade, even though will saw a math test sticking out of her backpack a few weeks ago with a failing grade on it. it's all lies.
and suddenly, will is annoyed. will wouldn't have lied to mike. mike hates lying. mike is still playing d&d. dustin told him so. el doesn't play d&d. mike talks about how he and el had a big fight, and will thinks about how they did too and how their fight wasn't one that they couldn't come back from. will watches as mike talks more badly about himself than he's ever done so before in the van, and wonders if he'll have to keep reassuring him for the rest of their lives, if el can't help him this much. because if el is lying, if they had a big fight, if mike is coming to him about these worries, then what do el and mike talk about?
he assumed that they talked a lot about liking each other, but they didn't even say "i love you" or "i missed you" at the airport. they don't talk about books or about hellfire club, which will heard all about from dustin and lucas. everything el said about school was lies. he wondered if mike knew about the night will found el crying about the failed math test, or about how will cheered her up or distracted her after getting bullied. what the hell did they talk about?
will tries to stop thinking about how he's the one who is perfect for mike, he really does. but it gets harder and harder to stop those thoughts the more time he spends around mike and el. he just doesn't get what they talk about, after the lying and the fights. he doesn't get it.
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It's really surprising to think about it, but it occurred to me that throughout the entire show, amidst all of her accomplishments, we technically never see Luz make a single human friend. This obviously doesn't count her parents, who are blood relations and (should be) friends by default. And it's not as if Luz didn't try, she quite explicitly did, although her attempts were dismissed by everyone else.
I don't think this is really a bad thing at all for Luz, because she has plenty of witch and demon friends, after all, and there's no meaningful existential distinction between humans and the Demon Realm's inhabitants by the end of the day, contrary to what others might claim. Likewise, there's the pretty obvious implication given by Yesterday's Lie that Luz could've made friends at the Reality Check camp, given how well Masha and co. resonated with Vee there and managed to retain their identities.
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There's also those two kids (whom I named Mike and Bridget after the crew members they were based on) that invited Luz to the Halloween hayride, although Luz obviously had too much on her mind at the moment to be receptive. I wonder if Luz ever became properly acquainted with them once she started healing during the time skip, as the existence of the Earth and Demon Realm exchange program suggests that other humans have also been introduced to the Boiling Isles.
It's implied that Luz grew distant with Masha and co. after taking Vee's place, on account of technically having never been close to them to begin with; And like with those two kids that invited her, I suspect it had to do with Luz's trauma and the awkwardness of secrets creating a gap between them, in addition to Luz needing to help her friends adjust to Gravesfield. Under other circumstances Luz would've been eager to embrace her fellow weirdoes, but with her guilt over everything (including depriving Vee of her friends, I imagine) it just wasn't the time.
Again, I find the introduction of Masha and co. to be really effective because I think it rattles Luz's sense of self by making her question her decision to stay in the Boiling Isles; Because seeing Vee and her friends just suggests to Luz that maybe the Reality Check camp could've worked out, and she'd have been able to get friends without having to lie to, hurt, and be separated from her mother in the process. Which makes Luz second-guess herself, and in addition to Camila making her promise to stay, causes Luz to begin mistakenly regretting her decisions.
But as we all know, if Luz DID go to the camp, so many terrible things including genocide would've been allowed to happen without her, and so many people would've continued suffering. And she also got to live out her dream of being a witch, which you can't really blame her for attempting when she got the opportunity. What happened already happened and it's not as if Luz can be blamed for it, because how could anyone anticipate the chain of events, and ignore others who certainly did much more, with actual malice, to contribute to the trauma? Luz had to see things the whole way through and she did; Choosing herself helped others, it didn’t hurt them like Luz thought!
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Anyhow, it's basically canon that Vee got to reconnect with Masha and co., and more than likely reveal her true nature and history, especially with Gus leading an exchange program she’s part of. So I like to think Luz DID make human friends in Masha and co., as well as the two who invited her to their hayride; I love how they seem to lowkey adore Luz as a fellow weirdo, and tbh, it's not as if Luz needs human friends when she already has human connections, because witches and demons are no less 'real' in terms of being people and all.
But it'd be nice if Luz ultimately found it reassuring, the realization that there were weirdoes in Gravesfield like her, and that she could've been friends with them; Especially if it did happen anyway because Luz chose both worlds and not just one. My point being, we need a lot more content with Luz meeting Vee's friends, and especially hanging out with Mike and Bridget, since we actually saw human strangers like Luz for being Luz!!! They’re canonically fans of Luz from her chaotic reputation (not the one Vee made) and were curious to see if she’d do a crazy costume again like last Halloween!!! And their existence reassures viewers that they needn’t go to another realm entirely to find weirdoes like them, because they exist right here on this Earth!!!
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Disjointed: Thirty-Four
Series Masterlist
Summary: Prom
Word count: 9.8k
What to expect: healing?
A/N: Howdy, friends. Thank you for being patient with me as I continue to write this series. I hope you enjoy this. Please let me know if you did! As always, if you would like to be added or removed from the tag list please let me know.
🎶Prom Playlist Here🎶
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The week of prom, Eddie sat at the end of the lunch table shoveling leftover fajitas into his face and actively swatting away Gareth’s grubby hands from trying to snatch his food when a red faced Nancy Wheeler aggressively shoved Mike down the bench and slammed herself down next to Eddie. 
“What are you doing?” Mike shouted. “Go sit with your own friends!” 
Eddie snapped his fingers, effectively shushing the younger classmate and  turned his attention to Nancy’s tear filled eyes. “What’s going on, Lady Wheeler?” 
Nancy chuckled darkly and sneered at Eddie. “The preacher of Hawkins First Methodist rejected most of the songs on the tape I submitted. I mean, why does he get a say in what music we play anyway? His kids don’t go here and we are a public school. Why does his opinion matter to anyone on the prom committee? We have one Madonna song and one Michael Jackson song. Can you believe he said that any more Michael Jackson would cause impure thoughts because of the way he dances? Hello? It’s just the song, not the music video! And even then—even then—!”
Nancy didn’t pause for breath. Not once. Eddie almost regretted asking as she tore through the church, the prom committee, the Carver and Cunningham family, Higgins, Fred Benson, and the entire PTO. It did eventually come to light that Karen Wheeler was the saving Grace of the prom playlist, but it was far from Nancy’s liking. Eddie didn’t know what to say to any of it. Less Madonna wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to him, but he did like seeing Nancy fired up and looking for blood until she started crying. 
“—And Johnathan isn’t coming back at all,” she spat, instantly covering her face with her hands to hide her tears. 
Eddie scowled at that, irritation pricking his nerves. He tried many times over their years in school together to befriend Jonathan Byers. Like Eddie, Byers was an outcast. A freak. Rejected by the general population and shoved to the dark corners of the cinderblock hell of high school. But Johnathan refused Eddie’s invitation, even after Eddie explained that his extended hand wasn’t out of pity—freaks should stick together, and he only wanted to let Byers know he always had a friend in him if he wanted. 
But Byers seemed to not want Eddie’s friendship, and that stung more than it probably should have. Eddie expressed outwardly that Johnathan thought he was too good for Hellfire and that he liked shitty music so it wasn’t too much of a loss, but he couldn’t help but feel even more offended being rejected by a fellow freak the same way he was by the others. 
Since then, Johnathan Byers was merely an irritant and an eye roll to Eddie.
He felt bad for Nancy. He knew she was over the moon at the idea of Johnathan coming back to town for prom. He hadn’t made it to Hawkins for thanksgiving, Christmas, or spring break, stating that the cost of flying from California would only limit him to one trip. Between graduation and prom, Nancy picked the school dance for their long awaited reunion.
She wiped her eyes quickly and took what Eddie assumed was an attempt at a calming breath. “All that planning. My dress. The reservations at Enzo’s. The room at the Inn. Wasted. He told me he bought the tickets months ago but I guess that was a lie.”
The other boys of the Hellfire table didn’t know what to do in the presence of a crying woman. Everyone eyed each other cluelessly, trying to figure out what they were supposed to do or say to cheer her up. Eddie rattled his brain, trying to think of something that could lessen the sting of disappointment, but he couldn’t think of anything helpful. Eddie wouldn’t have let anything get in the way of taking you to prom if it were him out of state. He’d walk if he had to, and he believed wholeheartedly that if Johnathan wanted to be at prom, he would find a way. Eddie kept these thoughts to himself though, knowing they wouldn’t bring comfort to his friend. 
Jeff was the one that spoke up. “Would you want to go to prom with me and Barry?” 
The entire table stilled—frozen with shock at Jeff’s offer. Everyone except Barry, who quickly jumped at the idea. 
“We were going to go stag since—you know—no girls know we exist but—you can come with us! If you want.”
Nancy looked quite confused. “As friends, right?”
“Of course,” Jeff and Barry said in unison, both slightly offended at her implication that they would recommend anything else. 
“What kind of gentlemen would we be—“ Barry began quizzically. 
“—To let a lady go to the ball alone?” Jeff concluded. 
If Nancy weren’t already crying, Eddie was sure she would have started right then. “You guys would do that?” she asked quietly. 
Again, the two nerds spoke with a simultaneous nod. “Indubitably.”
“Doth thy fair maiden question our honor?” Jeff asked in a horrible British accent.
Nancy chuckled and sniffled, wiping away the small beads of tears on her cheeks. “Of course not. But…” she nibbled at her bottom lip and stared at the sticky tabletop. “I was wondering if Steve would—“
Nancy jumped in alarm at the cacophony of answers barked at her. The younger Hellfire members all at once shouted “He’s busy! Can’t! He’s gotta take us somewhere!” in unison at the top of their lungs, their faces panic stricken. She recovered quickly and began a line of questioning as to what they could possibly be up to on a Saturday night with Harrington, but none of the boys offered any sort of concrete answer. Eventually, she let it go and accepted Jeff’s gracious offer.
“So you’ll go with us? Or meet us there and hang out with us?” Barry asked hopefully. 
She nodded. “You guys can come pick me up. We can all meet at my house and do pictures. What do you think, Eddie? Will you and the missus come, too?”
Eddie was confused throughout the entire exchange and had to set the record straight. “Since when in the hell were you two gonna go to prom?” he asked his friends. 
“Since always,” Jeff answered with a shrug. “I don’t do much conventional shit but I would at least like to go to my own senior prom. And since no girl would ever say yes to going with either of us, we figured we’d just tag along and hang out with you once you got to the gym. You know—if you weren’t too busy with Y/N.”
Eddie felt the knife slash right into the center of his chest at the idea of his friends leaving him out of such a plan. If he had known they were gonna go, he would have made a big thing of it. When he shared this aloud, Barry shut him down. 
“Duh, dude. That’s why we didn’t tell you,” he said. “You’re supposed to be making it a night to remember with your girl. It doesn’t matter now though. We will all meet up at Wheeler’s and go together.”
Still stinging from being left out, Eddie uncharacteristically tried to let it go. Barry was right. It didn’t matter anymore since they were going to be together anyway. So with a defeated sigh, he agreed and asked what they intended to wear. 
“When we went to Michigan my aunt let us go through unc’s clothes after the funeral and I got a really nice lookin’ suit, man!” Jeff said excitedly. “A couple of them—one black and one maroon. Leather! Both have a killer beret to go with them. They look real smoove.”
“Smoove?” Gareth chortled.
“Smoove,” Jeff repeated with a large smile. “Uncle Curt had style! I don’t know which I’ll go with though. What color is your dress, Nancy?”
Eddie tuned out the conversation, having very little interest in coordinating anymore outfits for this blasted dance. Instead he tried to imagine Barry in a suit and Jeff in black leather pants with a beret, but all it did was make him chuckle. He could only imagine the kind of uproar the ‘good people of Hawkins’ would have if Jeff turned up dressed anything remotely similar to a member of the Panthers. Ted Wheeler would probably…
A curious thought hit him like a train. 
In the month since spring break, it never occurred to Eddie until right that second that the uncle Jeff had gone to bury had been in Michigan. Could it have been—?
“Wait,” Eddie said suddenly, gaping wide eyed at his friend. “Your uncle? Is that—was he Shireen’s husband?”
Looking wildly confused, Jeff returned Eddie’s questioning glance. “How did you know that?”
Eddie’s heart nearly jumped up his throat and out of his mouth. “Follow me. Now.”
Excitedly, he abandoned his lunch to Gareth’s grasp and beckoned Jeff to follow him into his van so they could talk without anyone else hearing. 
Over a joint to calm his wild nerves, Eddie divulged the little he knew about the ancient history between Wayne Munson and Shireen Adkins. There wasn’t much to tell since the details he possessed accidentally slipped through very tight lips and weren’t mentioned ever again. Eddie tried once in a while to bring it up, but Wayne wouldn’t budge. Still, it was something he assumed his friend never heard before and needed to know since he was instrumental to the plan.  
But Jeff didn’t seem moved by the beautifully harrowing story of his aunt’s long lost love. In fact, he looked downright pissed. 
“What’s that look for?” Eddie frowned, tapping the burning paper against the styrofoam cup of week old soda.  
“How come you didn’t tell me all this before?”
Eddie shrugged. “Didn't matter. There wasn’t anything anyone could do about it.”
“But now that uncle Curtis is dead—” Jeff’s brow pinched further. “You’re kind of being a piece of shit right now, dude.”
Eddie’s posture straightened at the accusation. “What? How!”
“Her husband of one hundred years just died and you want me to call her up and talk about some old boyfriend that never moved on?” Jeff clicked his tongue against his teeth and huffed at his friend’s lack of tact. “No way!”
Eddie’s frown deepened. In his excitement to give Wayne his happily ever after, he hadn’t accounted for the person in mourning. Sheepishly, Eddie passed Jeff the dwindling joint and mumbled, “Sorry, man. Didn’t think about it like that.”
Jeff took the smoke with a humph and brought it to his lips. Eddie remained silent, waiting for the crease in Jeff’s forehead to recede—a tell-tale sign that he wasn’t as annoyed anymore. It took a few minutes, but Jeff eventually broke the silence with a noise that was part snort, part chuckle, and half cough. “Can you imagine us as cousins?”
Eddie pulled a knee to his chest and rested his cheek on it, idly spinning his wedding band around his finger. The truth was Eddie imagined it quite a lot. When he first found out Jeff could’ve been family, Eddie dreamt up a lot of scenarios that made his heart yearn. Sleepovers, family fish frys on the weekends at auntie Sherol’s house, birthday parties with cousins of all ages. He wished he could’ve had that life with Jeff, but the more he thought about it, the more bitterness and jealousy took over him. It’s actually why he never broached the subject with his friend. While Jeff had big christmases with his clan, Eddie would never have those kinds of things, and if Wayne did get married at age twenty like he intended he would have had kids of his own, making Eddie even more of a burden when he was plopped into Wayne’s life. He’d have been extra, unwanted, and an outsider amongst his own kin. 
But that wasn’t the case anymore. Eddie’s family had one important addition and that was enough for him. So long as you and Wayne were with him, he had all he needed. 
There was nothing in this world Eddie could do to pay Wayne back for all he had done for him. Whenever Eddie said something along those lines when the guilt of his presence weighed on him, Wayne would tell him to hush up and forget about it—pay him back by not being a dumbass. Regrettably, Eddie had done a pretty poor job at following the one stipulation until you reentered his life. If the rapidly forming fantasy within his brain had even the slightest chance to come to life, he would do just about anything to make it come true. Eddie got his second chance with you and it changed his life. Wayne, a much better man than Eddie could ever hope to be, was past due on his happy ending.
It was likely that Jeff was right—it may be too soon for Shireen or perhaps she wouldn’t be interested in Wayne anymore at all. Still, something in the back of Eddie’s mind didn’t accept that all hope was lost.
He didn’t share these thoughts with Jeff. Instead, he smirked. “I’d get to call you JJ like everyone else.”
Jeff snorted and passed the roach to Eddie, who placed it in the cupholder of the console. “Whoopie. You’re really missing out,” he said dully.
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Since spring break, work had been increasingly busy. With the change of weather, farmers were preparing for the season, which inevitably led to a lot more accidents. Jammed or severed fingers, crushed toes, dislocated shoulders and knees. It was quite exhilarating and interesting to be a part of so many cases. There was a lot to learn and see, including assisting on the exact same surgery Eddie had done to him. However, it all came crashing down when a six year child came in after being crushed by a tractor one morning, unable to be saved. Not only did the boy’s mother slap Fisher across the face, she had to be pulled off her husband after knocking him to the ground, her hands cinching around his throat. Fisher and Beatrice did as everyone else was apparently good at--brushed it off. “Everybody dies. We did what we could. We have to focus on the next one.”  But you still hadn’t figured out how to do that yet. Losing children hadn’t become easier, and hearing about how the mother snapped only made it worse. 
Beatrice didn’t treat you any differently than before, but you did try to be more reserved around her. When she would jest or giggle, you would only smile politely instead of joining in. You didn’t start conversations with her first, nor did you share any ideas you had on how to improve workflow, and personal business was strictly off limits now. If she noticed your distance, she didn’t show it. 
It was incredibly lonely without someone to gab through the day with. The nurses closer to your age weren’t open to having a new friend and didn’t appreciate any attempt at getting to know them the one time you tried to engage in their conversation. You tried to tell yourself that maybe you were taking things too personal and perhaps you should forgive Beatrice for the little tiff, but the memory of her words reopened the wound and you remained detached. 
As shitty as it sounded, you were relieved to have Prom to distract you from the pain of it. 
Eddie hadn’t seen your dress and he had been quite annoying about it. He would beg and beg for you to put it on, but when you relented and went to grab it, he’d quickly change his mind, stating he wanted to be surprised. By the third time he did this, you simply ignored him until he came to the conclusion on his own that he didn’t want to see it until the dance. He insisted that you were to get ready at Nancy’s house since he wasn’t confident he could make it out of the house with you looking so gorgeous. You didn’t like that idea much. Getting dressed and ready in another woman’s bathroom was like writing with your non-dominant hand--it worked but wasn’t quite natural or comfortable. However, for the sake of argument and convenience, you did as he asked and were dropped off at the Wheeler’s fancy two-story home a couple hours before the dance. 
It took some time to warm up to the new environment. You had never been to the Wheeler’s house except to drop off Mike and Nancy in the driveway, nor had you ever met the homeowners. Karen Wheeler was very beautiful and vibrant while her husband looked days away from fusing into the recliner he was snoring loudly in. 
Mrs. Wheeler bolted up the stairs upon your arrival and insisted you follow her into Nancy’s room to get put together. You tried to refuse to avoid imposing on their time together, but Karen would hear nothing of it. Practically yanking you by the sleeve up the steps, she got you into the room. 
“Hey!” Nancy shouted from her vanity. Her normally scrunched hair was rolled in large curlers that covered the entirety of her head. “Will you please tell my mother that we’re going to prom as a group and that I won’t be participating in an orgy?”
You balked at her while Mrs. Wheeler tutted her teeth. “Don’t be so crude! I’m only wanting to protect your reputation. Being seen with two boys alone--”
“She won’t be seen alone,” you interjected harshly. You could tolerate a lot of things, but blind judgment of your friends--two wonderful guys that were too kind to be the center of Mrs. Wheeler’s unsavory implications--was not one of them. “We’re all going together and leaving together. Besides, Jeff and Barry aren’t like that.”
An awkward air settled over the room as Mrs. Wheeler blinked rapidly in an attempt to recover from the shock of being snapped at. Taking a second to erase the bite from your tone, you set your dress bag atop Nancy’s bed and introduced yourself properly.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” she said tightly. “Mike never shuts up about Eddie. Is he really your husband? Legally, I mean?”
“Mom!” Nancy hissed. “Can you stop interrogating?”
Images of being in Emily’s home nearly three years ago flashed in your mind. Heart suddenly pounding, your palms started to sweat as a sensation of panic and deja vu swept over you. 
You were in her mother’s burnt orange bedroom silently having an anxiety attack after leaving your mother’s house. The look on her face when Emily’s mother Terry essentially bullied her into letting you come out was murderous enough to paralyze you with fear. You nearly refused to get in the car with Terry, but did after she—much like Mrs. Wheeler—forcibly led you to her vehicle. 
Terry helped you get into an evening dress she let you borrow for the night, but other than that you weren’t offered any help with hair or makeup, which was quite disheartening as you watched your friend and her mother interact. Emily snapped and sneered as her mom tried to run her fingers through her hair. They bickered over everything the entire time you were there. Shades of eyeshadow, the fit and length of Emily’s dress, Ryan Peters as her date, and everything else that could be said. You sat quietly on Emily’s bed and watched as your friend got away with saying things your mother would have hung you from the ceiling if you dared speak to her like that—and would probably be doing so once you got home for the night.
However, this time was different in almost every way. Though uncomfortable at first, things started to smooth out once Mrs. Wheeler steered you next to Nancy in front of the vanity. Mrs. Wheeler asked all kinds of questions about you and Eddie, often repeating how your love story could be a best selling novel if you ever decided to write it down or even turn it into a movie. Talking about Eddie always relaxed you, and soon you were lost within your own affection for him that you were no longer on edge. 
You didn’t really need help putting on mascara, but it was nice to be asked. The mother of three bounced between you and Nancy smudging, painting, curling, crimping, offering advice, and taking over as needed. 
It felt bizarre to be taken care of so intimately by an older woman. While Terry did a lot for you to get you out of your mother’s house, she didn’t do much in the way of nurturing anyone besides Emily who clearly didn’t want any part of it. Mrs. Wheeler didn’t seem bothered by doing things you considered motherly—like dabbing eyeshadow on your lids with the pads of her finger, covering your ear with a wooden spoon to stop the heat from the  iron burning you as she worked on your hair, and spraying perfume on your neck without a thought—as if you were equal to Nancy in her eyes. 
You never knew what you were missing out on--not really. Sure there were times--like the wedding--you wished your mom could have been capable of any sort of affection or sanity, but to actually feel such care from these silly little arbitrary things that you never got from our own mother…your chest ached at the epiphany. 
It wasn’t until you were coming out of the bathroom in the dress—altered at your request with quarter lace sleeves that reached your elbows—that you broke down. 
“Look at you!” Mrs. Wheeler cooed as she unraveled the curlers from Nany’s hair. “If Eddie doesn’t drop dead at the door I’ll eat my hat!”
For once you agreed. You looked better than you thought you were capable of. Dress flattering your figure, hair styled perfectly the way you wanted, and makeup applied better than you envisioned. It was more than you would have ever dared ask for. 
Though you tried to keep your frown from taking over, the compliments, the sincerity in her voice, how kind and soft she had been with you—practically a stranger—erupted through your chest in an ugly sob. 
“Oh! Oh, dear don’t do that!” Mrs. Wheeler gasped. She emptied her hands and tilted your chin to the ceiling. “Just breathe. Don’t let those tears fall or else your mascara will run.”
You kept your eyes on the swirl patterned ceiling and tried to catch your breath. “Sorry,” you squeaked out. “The last time I went to prom it was really bad.”
Mrs. Wheeler wrapped a tissue around her finger just in case she needed to dab away a tear or two. “This one’s going to be better. You’ll have a wonderful time.” 
You wanted to tell her how true that already was, thank her and maybe give her a hug, but first you had to make sure you could talk without ruining her hard work. 
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In the den as you both waited for your dates, Ted Wheeler finally roused enough to chastise Nancy for her lack of respect for the family’s reputation. He kept asking her if she realized how bad the optics were for her to go out with two guys at the same time to the dance. Though you and Nancy tried to tell him otherwise, Mr. Wheeler refused to listen. It wasn’t until Mrs. Wheeler masterfully and elegantly told her husband to shut his mouth or else did he drop the subject and return to his snoozing form. 
All three of you glowered at the older man with clenched jaws until boisterous thundering and muffled voices could be heard from the front porch.
”Three guesses who that could be,” Nancy smiled. 
Mrs. Wheeler beckoned you and Nancy to follow her to the foyer, making last minute adjustments to your hair before opening the door. Your stomach twisted in knots with both excitement and nervousness as you heard commotion on the other side, Eddie’s voice unmistakingly among them. 
“Hello, boys!” she squealed. “You all look so handsome!”
Jeff’s bright smile could be seen over the curve of Mrs. Wheeler’s shoulder as he bowed his beret-covered head. “Thank you, Mrs. Wheeler.”
“I’ve seen you before,” Mrs. Wheeler said thoughtfully. “Your mother makes those honey cakes for the Easter egg hunt at the church every year.”
“Just like granny used to make!” Jeff nodded vigorously, his toothy grin growing wider. “I’ll be sure to tell her she’s famous.”
“And you—“ Mrs. Wheeler turned to Barry, who’s posture straightened significantly at the newfound attention. “You bag groceries at Homeland, don’t you?”
Barry’s cheeks speckled in a cute shade of pink. “I work there on the weekends with my dad.”
Mrs. Wheeler hummed thoughtfully. “Church going and hard working. That’s very…reassuring.”
“I’m feeling left out, Mrs. Wheeler,” you heard Eddie pout. At the sound of his voice, you stood atop your toes to try to get a peek at him, but he couldn’t be seen. 
You bit your lip in anticipation, wondering what he looked like. It  couldn’t have been much different than the wedding. Men didn’t need much sprucing outside of a nice shirt and slacks to be considered formal.
Karen clicked her tongue against her teeth and waved her hand at him dismissively. “Get in here already.”
It was then that you realized you couldn’t have been more wrong.
All three of them looked exquisite as they entered one after the other. Jeff, with his lavender dress shirt that matched Nancy’s dress, black bow tie, and high waisted black pants complimented his leather jacket, heeled black boots, and wool beret nicely.  Barry, with his face darkening to a nice strawberry tint as his eyes fell on his date, had on a nice white button up and a lavender scarf that draped over the shoulders of his black suit jacket. And Eddie—
A tightness seized your chest as you took him in.  
Eddie’s long legs were complemented by the black slacks that adorned them. The fitted black dress shirt stretched across his broad chest, showing off his lithe build and begging you to run your palms over the smooth expanse. There was no tie, cumberbund, or blazer, but he did have a beautiful red rose pinned to the breast. The curls of his hair hung down in well defined coils that you were internally begging to wrap around your finger in. Desire pooled at the pit of your stomach, knees almost trembling as you felt your heart race and brain conjured up images of pressing your body against his. He looked so damn good that you realized the pain in your chest was from him literally taking your breath away.   
He looked equally dumbfounded as his eyes roamed your body, his plump lips parted and chest heaving. 
In the time you two stared at each other in total silence just gawking, Jeff and Barry already put a corsage on each of Nancy’s wrist and posed for a picture in front of the staircase. It wasn’t until Mrs. Wheeler patted Eddie’s shoulder that he seemed to snap back into reality. His cheeks turned just as red as Barry’s as he cleared his throat. 
“You look—“ he breathed, unable to finish his sentence as he shook his head in an attempt to gather his thoughts. “Wow.”
You were very tempted to say to hell with prom and just take him back home, but there would be enough time for that later. “You were right,” you admitted breathlessly. “We wouldn’t have made it out of the house.”
Eddie made a sound that was a cross between a snort, cough, and a chuckle as he nodded his head in rapid agreement. “Are you sure you really wanna go—“
“Yes,” you said firmly, both to yourself and to Eddie. “We’re going to prom. Together this time.”
If Eddie was disappointed, he didn’t show it. In fact, he smiled and held up a red rose corsage with wisps of white baby’s breath. “May I, my lady?”
You held your wrist out to him and waited patiently to be adorned, a giddy smile stretched so far across your lips that your cheeks ached. 
“You know when Harrington said I had to get one of these I thought he said croissant,” Eddie admitted. “Needless to say I was thoroughly confused when the other two brought up buying flower bracelets.”
The foyer erupted in laughter. Even Mrs. Wheeler giggled at Eddie, who’s cheeks turned a very cute shade of red when he realized there were more than just you in the room. 
It took about another half hour of taking enough pictures to fill a museum. Mrs. Wheeler wanted some of Nancy with her parents, with everyone on the stairs and in front of the fireplace, with Barry, with Jeff. Some pictures of you and just you and Eddie. There were enough flashes that Barry was nervous about going into convulsions if it went on any longer. But you were beyond grateful and couldn’t wait to see them all developed and hopefully get copies of your own for the book. Nancy said without a doubt she would make it happen and offered Jeff and Barry some of their own photos too. 
It was almost tortuous standing next to him, the scent of his spicy cologne wafting in your space and gentle touches of his fingers on your shoulder. You leaned over to give him a quick kiss when everyone was turned, but he dodged it. 
“I want more than anything to kiss you, but if I do, I won’t be able to stop,” he breathed. He flicked the pick necklace that sat perfectly atop your cleavage. “You’re killing me, you know?”
That did nothing to calm the fierce yearning that stirred within your gut. As soon as you made it to the van, you promptly crossed your legs to provide a minuscule bit of relief, but it only tortured Eddie further. You hadn’t noticed that when you placed one leg over the other, the bands of your garter belt that held your stockings up were visible to him. It wasn’t until he reached over and popped it harshly against your thigh did you adjust the skirt to a more appropriate length. 
“You look phenomenal,” he praised, eyes tracing the curve of your calf. 
“Thank you,” you preened, sitting up a little straighter to push out your bust. “You’re quite sexy yourself.”
Eddie smirked, the dimple on his right check appearing. “You know where I would look the sexiest? Right between your--”
“AHEM!” Jeff coughed loudly, startling both you and Eddie. You thought Eddie’s voice was quiet enough to not be heard, but apparently not. 
You peeked over your shoulder, face as hot as a stove top to mouth a quick sorry. 
“What would you like to listen to, Nancy?” Barry asked sweetly. 
“Nope!” Eddie shouted. “We’ll be listening to her prom playlist all night. My van, my tunes. And you know, I’m feeling like a little Hendrix is in order.”
It didn’t take long to get to the school, and before ten minutes had passed, Eddie was turning on to Tiger Lane. 
Seeing the stone building again sent your stomach in an obnoxious see-saw of shriveling tight into your chest before swooping down towards your toes. You hadn’t been back here since the last day of school your senior year, but you remembered exactly how it looked that afternoon. Even though it was dark, your memory started to play before you like a movie, showing the ghosts of people, cars, and textbooks that you believed had long since faded. 
Arousal turned into panic as you watched these imaginary students burst from the doors of the school, throwing their binders away in the trash and racing towards their cars. You could see yourself following the crowd, though much less excited as the other with Emily and Ryan holding hands next to you. 
“It so stupid you won’t go to graduation tomorrow,” Emily scoffed. “It’s not like the clerk’s office will be open on a Saturday.”
”No, but I need to get this done,” you answered sharply. “I don’t have anything I need for ITC. No birth certificate, social security card, I don’t even have a license—“
”Yeah, I know,” Emily snapped. “Just dumb to miss your own graduation for no reason. Drive there Sundy and if it takes until Monday to get there then oh well. It’s summer.”
You didn’t agree with her in the slightest. It didn’t matter if you walked the stage in an emerald green robe, but it did matter if you had all of your documents. You wouldn’t be returning home today or ever again for that matter. The only possessions you managed to keep were clothes you had been smuggling to school and giving to Emily to keep at her place over the last month or so. You weren’t sure if your mother had your birth certificate or social security card, but you weren’t going to ask her for it. She'd either destroy it or use it as a way to keep you under her thumb. It might have worked had Emily’s dad not told you how to obtain another copy by going to the county seat of your hometown. It wouldn’t be easy providing proof of who you were with no bills in your name, no ID, and no tax record, but damn it you were going to try. Leaving your mother’s house was what mattered and you would do so by any means necessary. 
Emily ignored your comment and started rambling off all the things she would need to pick up before moving into the new apartment you would share. You were only half listening and lost all interest when a familiar denim jacket whizzed by you. 
You wanted to go to him as you watched Eddie storm to his van. Things hadn’t panned out the way that you had hoped with him, but you still considered him a friend. Someone you were glad to know. Of all the things you were leaving behind in this town, Eddie Munson would probably be the one you thought of often. You knew he wouldn’t be graduating this year, but perhaps he’d finish up in summer school and make it out of here, too. 
You stepped off of the curb to say one last goodbye. To wish him luck and tell him not to forget you once he made it big with his band and started partying with Van Halen. Maybe muster up the courage and give him a kiss on the cheek before bolting to Emily’s car.
But as you got closer, Eddie hastily climbed into the driver’s seat, slammed the door harshly, and peeled out of the lot without even a backwards glance.
It probably shouldn’t have hurt, but it did. Almost as bad as a ringed slap to the face. With as much as you cared enough to say goodbye to him, Eddie Munson obviously didn’t care if he never saw you again. 
Emily came and stood by your side, watching Eddie’s van turn off of the street with her lip curled into a snarl. 
“Forget about that loser,” she said bitterly. “We're college girls now! You’re sure to find someone much cuter at ITC.”
Her words didn’t soothe the sting of rejection. Perhaps you should have been used to it by now with his distance since the missed show, but it never got easier, and this was your last chance.
“Yeah,” you choked out over the hardening lump in your throat. “Let’s get out of here.”
The current Eddie--the real one--your husband and not his past self, laid his hand atop your knee, startling you to the point that you yelped and jumped in your seat.
He quickly jerked his hand back, equally shocked by your reaction. “Are you okay?”
You looked back at the front entrance of the school. The apparitions of students were nowhere to be seen and the doors were covered with balloon arches for ‘Forever Young 1986’ instead of the plain blue steele they usually held. 
You took a deep, calming breath, waiting for the intense knot of your stomach to relax a little before you answered. “Yeah,” you nodded. “Just had a blast from the past is all.”
Eddie frowned. “Want to tell me about it?”
You shook your head and quickly unfastened your seatbelt. “Maybe later. But now--let’s go have some fun,” you said more as a reminder to yourself than to him.  
Eddie didn’t seem convinced as he peered at you through narrowed eyes. You could tell he wanted to press the issue, but let it go when Jeff, who already exited the vehicle with Nancy and Barry, started banging on the driver side window barking at him to get out. 
Eddie took your hand and held it tightly as you approached the gym, stomach writhing with excitement and nerves. A small smile crept across your face at the sound of Wang Chang booming through the crappy speakers. The past be damned, you absolutely would have fun tonight. Another much needed break was being presented to you and you did not intend on wasting it. 
It may have been a mistake to take such a deep breath when entering the gymnasium. Though it was decorated beautifully with green and gold streamers, balloons, and a disco ball, the overwhelming smell of feet, sweat, and rubber still lingered. There were a fair amount of people there already, but no one was dancing. Many of the boys stayed by the punch table idly poking holes in the plastic tablecloth while the girls stood or sat near the bleachers looking rather annoyed. 
“Just like I remember,” you laughed to yourself.
Nancy frowned as she took in the stagnant scene before her. “Why call it a dance if no one actually does?”
“It’s too early!” Jeff proclaimed. “It just started twenty minutes ago. Give the people a chance to warm up!” 
Eddie sighed dramatically and rocked on his heels. “I told you we were too early.”
Barry, whose face still hadn’t returned to its natural shade of peach the entire time he was near Nancy, held out his hand to his date. “I’ll dance with you if you’d like.”
Frown twisting into the smallest smile, she took his hand and followed him to the middle of the empty dance floor. Jeff followed by moonwalking quite well  over there, the squealing of his boots against the laminate floor making everyone wince and scowl at the source.
“Wow, I didn’t know Jeff could do that!” you cheered. 
“Duh,” Eddie scoffed. “I told you we went as Michael Jackson and Van Halen for Halloween once. The guy got a Jheri curl for that one day. Learning the steps was the easy part.”
You quipped your brow at him. “You learned how to dance to Beat It, too?” 
“God, no,” he chuckled. “That was all Jeff. And Barry.”
Your jaw nearly dropped. “Barry? Barry can dance like Michael Jackson?”
“Oh yeah,” Eddie nodded. “Don’t let his size fool you, the guy is light on his feet.”
You watched the three friends before you with your arms crossed and hip popped out to touch Eddie’s. As the song switched to a faster and heavily synthesized tune, you watched in amazement as Barry, starting to feel more confident around Nancy, executed a Charleston that would have put Gene Kelly to shame. 
“I think he was classically trained at some point,” Eddie whispered. “But his dad put a stop to it immediately when he found out.”
A grimace etched its way onto your face. Barry looked happy. Smiling, moving fluidly, and bobbing his head to the music. The thought of his passion being taken from him over something as stupid as “boys don’t dance” was infuriating. 
“An outright shame,” you said. “He’s really good.”
Eddie nudged your shoulder with his. “Wanna join him?” 
Your irritation slipped away almost immediately at the offer. 
The small number of people who lined the walls of the gym scowled and sneered at your group, leaning into each other to whisper insults. You tried not to pay attention to them, focusing solely on Jeff and Barry’s incredible moves while they tried to teach you and Eddie a few simple steps. It took Nancy a little while to stop pouting over everyone else’s lack of enthusiasm, but once she stopped focusing on the other students, she soon began to smile and do her own version of the twist. 
Eventually, even for you the other onlookers melted away and you found yourself enjoying the party to the fullest. Sometimes dancing, sometimes just standing me talking, sometimes getting thrown around like a ragdoll while Jeff tried to dip you and nearly ended up cracking your head on the floor. Barry had shown him how it was done on Nancy, who’s cheeks pinkened when he brought her back upright.
Being near Eddie in this state was testing your will power to the most extreme. You took every opportunity to be wrapped up in him as tightly as you could. Twirling his coiled curls around your fingers, pressing your body flush against his, and sliding your hands up his arms, over his chest, and cradling his face. It was clear the effect you were having on him by the way his eyes were dilated and the color of his neck matched that of your dress, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he’d pull your hips against his to have you feel just how hard you were making things for him. 
You wanted to drag him out of the gym and take him to one of the bathrooms. Maybe make it some poetic statement by fucking him on top of your formerly shared table in Mr. Eiken’s lab class. But you were kind of liking the way this was panning out. Blood simmering slowly from the inside out, desire building into a throb at your core. Besides, having the ability to be fully satiated in your home instead of a quickie in a high school was preferable at this point. Because once you were able to properly get your hands on him, you wanted to take your time. 
The five of you dominated the dance floor for quite a while, perhaps an hour or so. You didn’t notice how many other people started to fill the space until Eddie was suddenly being snapped out.
With his hands on your waist and your arms wrapped around his neck in a slow dance, Eddie took the opportunity to mock the mix tape as loudly as he could. 
”I CAN’T FIGHT THIS FEeeEELING ANY MOOOrRrrRReeEEE—“ he bellowed, purposely and outrageously off key. 
“Shh!!” you hushed through giggles. “You sound like a duck getting squished!”
Eddie was not discouraged. “—something something STARTED FIGHTING FoOooOOORRr—“
“Knock it off, Munson!” a rather irritated voice barked. 
Mary O’Donnell stomped her way towards you and Eddie. She wagged a wooden ruler in front of Eddie’s face. “You are on thin ice!”
Maybe when you were a student here you would have been worried about getting in trouble, but now there was nothing Ms. O’Donnell could do to either you or Eddie to make you care about holding your tongue.
“Thin ice?” you repeated fully. “We’re only dancing. At a dance, mind you. I think that’s what we’re supposed to be doing.”
“Yeah?” she challenged. She took the ruler and held it between your chest and Eddie’s, forcing it to push you a pull foot away from him. 
“You can’t be serious,” Eddie scoffed. “She’s my wife.”
“I don’t care what she is,” Ms. O’donnell snapped. “You’re on school property and you will follow school rules or else you can leave.” 
You and Eddie both rolled your eyes, scoffed, huffed, and made other exaggerated sounds of annoyance at her persistence. “Alright,” Eddie conceded rather easily. “You got it.”
Both you and Ms. O’Donnell were stunned by Eddie’s lack of retort. She stayed and hovered a few seconds longer before stalking off to find someone else to berate with the ruler. 
You raised your brow at him in a silent question and received a tiny shrug in return. “That would be a stupid thing to get thrown out over,” he answered. “I want this night to be perfect.”
You planted a kiss on his cheek and pulled away before Ms. O’Donnell came back with her righteous ruler. “It is perfect, Eddie,” you assured him. “I’m having a great time.”
His eyes narrowed. “Only great?” 
“Wonderful. Fabulous. Absolutely enthralling,” you listed with a smile.
Dimples dented his cheeks as a grin grew across his lips. “Glad I could make it up to you.”
Your smile faltered a little. “Eddie, there’s nothing to make up.”
”Sure there is,” he replied with a furrowed brow. “When I completely missed the chance to ask you out the first time.”
”Yeah, but—“ you sighed, trying to put your thoughts into words that could be easily understood.
Jeff came waltzing over with his arm around Nancy’s waist to ruin the moment. “What did she want?” he asked, nodding toward the retreating teacher. 
“Oh, you know. She just can’t stop fussing over me. Simply irresistible,” Eddie sighed dramatically. “Ruined my song. Wanna come get something to drink with me? Hopefully someone spiked the punch.” 
You put your speech on the backburner as you intertwined your fingers with Eddie’s and walked with him to the punch table. You would tell him at home once this was over and you could show him rather than tell him what tonight meant to you. 
There were a lot more people here now. Some you recognized and some you didn’t. You saw Patrick on crutches swaying to the beat with his buddy Jason Carver standing right beside him, the ever present blonde draped over his shoulder. 
As if he could feel the hatred wafting off of you from across the room, Jason’s eyes met yours faster than you anticipated. Instead of looking away, you glared back, waiting for him to be the one to break contact. With a twisted smirk that made your chest rise with anger, Jason lifted his cup of punch up to you as if to say “cheers.”
You weren’t sure if it was meant as a truce, a cold reminder that you were in his domain now and unable to approach him like you did in the ER, or to bait you. You wouldn’t have been the one to relent if Eddie hadn’t purposely redirected your gaze.
”I hope you’re not trying to stab him again,” Eddie cackled.
”You know I didn’t stab him,” you murmured miserably.
”Sorry. You’re right. I hope you’re not trying to hold him hostage to your blade again.” Eddie was seeming to enjoy poking fun at you over the matter, and lightened the mood with a kiss to the top of your head. 
“Ppfftft!” He sputtered. “You taste like hairspray.”
Mr. Eiken stood behind the punch and hovered over the bowl with his knuckles pressed against the tabletop, much like a gorilla guarding his young. “No funny business, Munson,” he warned. “I’m watching you.”
Eddie, who normally would have had a few colorful words and phrases for Mr. Eiken, kept his temper in check by replying cooly. “Then I guess you will be watching me pour myself and my lovely wife a nice, refreshing, non-alcoholic glass of punch then, won’t you?”
”Sound riveting,” you added. 
Eddie laddeled two matching cups and handed one to you. ”Cheers, my love. For the best prom—“
You didn’t hear the rest of what Eddie had to say. One second you were watching the way his plump lips were moving, and the next you were gasping for air as freezing something collided with the side of your head.
It took a few beats for you to realize what had happened but as soon as you heard a very unapologetic voice say “Oops!” You pieced it together perfectly.
Anger? No, rage—pure, vivid, rage spread through your veins. With ringing ears and fists clenched so hard your nails dug into the skin of your palm, you looked towards the source of the splash.
Jason stood with his punch cup now empty, holding a hand over his mouth to stifle his laugh. “Must have tripped.”
Before you could step forward and throttle the stupid senior by his throat, Eddie dropped his own glass and grabbed Jason by the lapel of his white suit blazer.
”You’ll pay for that!” he shouted, cocking his fist back in preparation for a fight. 
The malicious, smug, grin on Jason’s face halted Eddie in his tracks. ”Do it!” Jason taunted. “Make my night, Munson. I dare you.”
Eiken had already made his way from behind the table and roughly grabbed Eddie by the shoulder in an attempt to loosen his grip. Neither you nor Eddie paid attention to Eiken’s blabbering and idle threats, the blood rushing through your ears too loud for you to care about anything else besides Jason getting his teeth knocked in. 
But Principal Higgins came and shoved the boys apart to where Eddie had to let go in order to stop himself from crashing into you. 
“What is the meaning of this!” He bellowed, looking between the two culprits. 
“He threw his drink on me!”
Jason switched from vindictive to sweet as pumpkin pie as soon as Higgins looked to him. His blue eyes shone and his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “I swear, sir, it was an accident. I tripped on my friend’s crutches. I’d never do anything like that, Sir, honest.”
You snorted so hard you were on the verge of coughing. “You are so full of shit—“
”Enough!” Higgins demanded. He glared at Eddie with nothing but severe disgust. “There’s always something with you, Munson, and by god I’ve had it! Leave!”
Eddie crowded Higgin’s space, taking a step forward to be nose to nose with the much older male. “No! That’s bullshit, Higgins, and you know it! I’m not leaving!”
Higgins stood to his full height, now towering over Eddie with a murderous expression on his reddened face. “You will leave now or you won't walk.”
Eddie still looked determined and opened his mouth to risk it all. However, Higgins threat was enough to subdue your ange just enough for logic to peek through. 
Eddie Munson would walk that stage even if it killed you. He spent too long here in the halls of Hawkins to not get his day in the sun because you lost your temper over spilled punch. 
“Don’t,” you advised Eddie, placing your hand on the crook of his elbow. “Eddie, don’t. Let’s just go.”
Eddie roused on you. “What?! No! He should—“
You hoped the expression on your face was as stern as you were willing it to be. “Eddie. Let’s go outside.”
He didn’t want to drop it. With a heaving chest and argument live on his tongue, you knew he didn’t want to just give up. Turn tail like a coward and let himself be defeated. But, he didn’t keep himself rooted when you tugged more insistently on his elbow, and eventually he reluctantly followed your lead to the hallway. 
He watched pitifully and enraged as you dabbed the drink off of the side of your head, face, and collarbone. Luckily your dress hadn’t been too wet, your face having been the real target, but the unpleasant stickiness and overwhelming smell of fruit punch had to be removed. Sadly, you had to erase some of Mrs. Wheeler’s magic, leaving one side of your face free of foundation.
Eddie seethed silently until you made it to the parking lot where he instantly started kicking a shrub near the door. “He’s a fucking—! Such a piece of—! Mother—FUCKER—!”
“Yeah,” you agreed solemnly, scouting the now full parking lot for the van. “He is certainly that.”
While Eddie took out his frustrations on the greenery, you were suddenly intrigued by the very expensive looking car parked in the very front row. Upon further inspection, you realized who the car belonged to, and grinned to yourself as a plan came to mind. 
“Give me the keys,” you said to a wheezing Eddie. 
“Can’t leave without them,” he said between gulps of air. “We’re gonna have to wait until they figure out we’re not in there.”
You waved your hand impatiently. “Just give me the keys!”
Eyeing you curiously. Eddie dug the keys from his pocket and slapped them into your outstretched palm. When he saw you return from the van with the cup from the front seat, he quickly protested.
”Don’t drink that!” He shouted. “It’s old and has ash in it!”
”I’m not gonna drink it!” You hissed. “Shut up and watch the door!”
Confusion written all over his face, Eddie stepped back in front of the double doors to the gym to make sure no one tried to exit, but also kept his head turned to see what you were doing.
Jason may have thought he had the last laugh, but if he was going to throw drinks, so were you. Approaching the little black sports car with the license plate ‘CRVR68’, you pushed the small circle on the back end of the car with your sleeved elbow to reveal the gas cap. With a rumpled napkin from the glovebox, you unscrewed the black top and dumped the foul concoction of week old soda into the gas tank. 
“Asshole,” you muttered, screwing the cap back on and shutting the lid as if nothing ever happened. 
When you made your way back to Eddie to throw the old 32oz cup away in the trash bin next to him, he gaped at you with a wipe open mouth and eyes halfway popped out of his head.
”You realize—that’s a—Babe, he drives a 1986 Porsche 911 Turbo!” He sputtered. “That’s a fifty thousand dollar car!”
You dusted the ash and stickiness from your hands and shrugged. “I don’t think it’s worth that much anymore with a busted engine.”
Eddie was silent for a long time, the horrified look never left his face.
”Are you mad?” You questioned nervously.
He finally shut his mouth and twisted his lips in thought. “No,” he answered. “I mean, there’s no way he could prove it was us, right?”
You shook your head. “He can have suspicions, but there’s no proof who did it.”
A wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his lip. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Your own bashful smile started to form. “Sometimes, but I love being reminded.”
Eddie crushed his lips against yours, and you met his fervor with equal hunger. His hands were everywhere all at once. Gripping your hips, kneading your ass, sliding up your ribs. You kept your fingers twisted in the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him just as close to you. 
Pulling away and panting, Eddie rested his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry your second prom sucked, too.”
You pecked the tip of his nose. “I didn’t suck, Eddie. And you have nothing to make up to me. That’s what I was thinking about earlier when we got here. I probably wouldn't have had this much fun if we went together before.”
He pulled further away and frowned. “You don’t think so?”
You shrugged. “I know you better now. Love you more. I think things didn’t happen then because they weren’t meant to. But now, we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.”
”I'm still supposed to be in high school?”
”Maybe, I don’t know!” You chuckled. “I just know that this is one of the best nights I’ve ever had, even with that asshole trying to ruin it.” You studied the freckles dotted across the bridge of his nose and continued. “We’re having way more fun now than we could have then. Can you imagine trying to date me while I was still with my mother? No way.”
Against your better judgement, you sighed slightly and decided to tell him about the last day of senior year, when you watched him disappear without saying goodbye. Eddie looked mortified, but you quickly tried to calm him down. 
“Don’t you see, though?” you asked tentatively. “I did see you again, and we’re now able to do the things we couldn’t then. It may sound crazy, but I think it was meant to be this way. I needed to get myself out together and you needed more time to catch up.”
“Fated to be,” he hummed thoughtfully. 
“Maybe,” you replied. “I’d like to think so.”
Eddie thumbed the pick on the necklace still nestled between your breasts. “I love you.”  
Despite how many times a day he said it, how now it seemed like more of a knee-jerk reaction of a term, you felt it every time he said it to you. “I love you, too. Too much to let you throw away your chance to walk.”
Eddie groaned and hurried his face in your chest. He was saying something but you couldn’t quite make out what it was besides severely muffled blubbering. When you pushed his forehead up to get him out of your tits, the heavy steel door slammed open, sending you and Eddie jumping out of your skin. 
“There you guys are!” Nancy huffed. “We thought you left us!”
Eddie begrudgingly removed his face from its home between your cleavage and explained what happened in the gym, purposely leaving out your revenge. 
Nancy looked like she could have committed murder without a thought when Eddie finished telling her. She disappeared without another word, the only sound from her was the hard clacking of her heels against the floor. 
“Think she’s mad at us?” Eddie questioned.
”No, I don’t think so. She’s already coming back,” you answered ,peering through the pane of the door. 
Jeff and Barry came stumbling after Nancy when she burst through the door again, both laughing and gasping, clutching their chest and staring wide eyed at the back of their date. 
“Oh my GOD!” Jeff howled. “I am so glad we asked you out, Nance!”
”What did you do?” You asked curiously. 
Nancy, still wild eyed and menacing looking, answered cooly. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Barry was the one to announce that Nancy stomped on Jason’s foot with the sharp end of her heel so hard that he toppled over and limped his way to the bleacher to assess the damage.
”It was merely an accident,” she said flatly. “I’m hungry. Shall we go get pancakes?”
The group all exchanged looks, waiting for the others to protest. When no one did, everyone agreed with a nod. 
“Yeah, pancakes sound  great!” Jeff said eagerly.
You wrapped your arms back around Eddie’s neck, unable to withhold the grin creeping across your face. “You know Eddie asked me to prom by using pancakes.”
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Summary: Eddie has a girlfriend. Hellfire hates her, Dustin is not sure yet. What happens when they take the teasing a little too far?
a/n: I made the boys a bit too mean in this one but anything for the plot I guess. I had a bad day so here's some angst.
TW: Bullying, the guys being mean. Angst :(
+ 18 MINORS DNI
Eddie and Y/N's relationship had been new for the both of them and the rest of group. It was hard adjusting. Suddenly there was a girl sitting with them. Suddenly there's someone watching Hellfire. The crowd of drunks now has a girl in them too. And they don't like the change.
It's not like Eddie was spending all of his time with her. He tried to balance it as much as he could. But of course he was so smitten with her he couldn't help but want to spend more time with the literal girl of his dreams.
Dustin... Dustin secretly liked her. She was sweet, he liked having a healthy relationship he could look up to when it came to his own girl and most importantly, Y/N had never judged them. And that was great in his books, but the pressure to dislike her was making him rethink the whole thing.
And now, of course it seems like the most awkward thing in the world. Eddie is late for lunch and everyone is in their usual seats. Only the table is completely silent and she is starting to overthink if she even belongs there. The teasing she could handle, the silence was cutting through her like a knife.
"So" she starts, looking up from her lunch. "Um Eddie is late."
"We can see that, thanks." Mike replies coldly.
"Tough crowd, okay." She whispers to herself.
She eats her lunch in silence, Dustin wants to smack Mike into oblivion until Gareth speaks, and all hell breaks.
"Why are you sitting here then?"
"Sorry?" She asks surprised. Sure Gareth hadn't been nice to her, but this was a little harsher than ususal.
"I asked why are you sitting here. Eddie is not here and the only reason you are welcome is because he is now dragging you by his side all the time. It's annoying."
"Gareth mayb-" Dustin can't even speak before Mike cuts him off.
"It really is, what did Eddie see in you anyway?" She starts to tear up then. No matter how tough you are, sometimes people just break when you have so many kids absolutely destroying you for no reason. "All you do is sit around all clingy, I'm surprised he has not broken up with you yet."
"What?"
"We're all waiting for the moment he realises you are not good enough and he stops waiting his time and our time on you." Jeff adds. "We don't have a DM anymore, we have a lovesick puppy who you somehow have tricked to like you. Good job, but it won't work with us."
"Guys you are being mean!" Dustin tries to stop them while she gathers all of her stuff in her bag. "She has done nothing to us."
"Can it, Dustin." Gareth says, "You aren't welcome here, grab your stuff and just go, do whatever you do when you aren't clinging to Eddie."
"You know what?" She starts, holding back tears. "Fine. I'll go break up with Eddie right now. See how you face him when you take one thing he actually enjoys and throw it down the drain because you are selfish little boys who deal with being bullied by bullying others. You are now at the same level as Carver. Congratulations boys, you've made it. I hope you are happy."
She's out of there before they can answer and Dustin is following behind her trying to stop what is going to be a huge fight for everyone involved. When he sees them talk, he knows it might be too late.
"Y/N wait don't! Don't break up with him please."
"What?"
"I'm sorry Eds, it's for the best. Maybe we're just not meant for each other. It's okay."
Dustin's heart breaks right then and there and so does Eddie's. She doesn't dare mention what happened because she wants him to at least have someone there. Eddie really does value his friends.
She is out there and heading home before either of them really take in what had just happened. Dustin doesn't really know what to say. But the guilt eats him alive when you don't show up in school for the rest of the week and cancels everything. He thinks he is going to explode, but even risking losing his friends, he knows he has to talk to him.
"Eddie can we talk?"
"Not right now."
"It's about Y/N"
That sparks Eddie's curiosity and his whole body language changes. He perks up but he just gets sadder.
"It wasn't for the best Eddie, it was because of them."
"Huh?"
"The guys..."
Eddie sees red. He sets up an emergency meeting and it's a bloodbath. He yells, he cries and he doesn't break anything only because it's school property and he doesn't have the money to pay for it. And after all is said and done. Eddie is fucking ready to climb outside her window.
The knocks startle her from her little pit of despair and ice cream. She knows it can only be Eddie and she doesn't know if she is ready to face him, but she does. Because after all, she'd do everything for him.
"I love you" He says as soon as she opens the window and he falls to his knees.
"Wha-"
"I'm in love with you and I couldn't care less about what they think of you. The only time I haven't felt like a failure outside of Hellfire is with you. And maybe I'm shit at expressing my emotions but everytime you hold my hand my heart just races and when I go to sleep I just want to wake up to see you again. Because for some reason you have decided I get to love you and I'm so, so in love with you."
"Eddie they're your friends-"
"And best believed I yelled at them. You are so nice to them, they had no right to be that mean to you. You make me happy and they should be happy about it."
"I'm not clingy?"
"Please I'd take you anywhere with me if I could."
"I'm not annoying'"
"If you are annoying, what would that make me?"
"My boyfriend, if you'll have me again."
"I'll be your boyfriend anyway you are. I don't care. And you are not annoying." He smiles and grabs her by the waist. "Now" He kisses her. "That's better. How about we put on a movie and forget about the world for a bit. We can deal with everything later."
"Just the two of us?"
"Until the end of the world, baby."
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bellasdumptruckass · 7 months
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imagine you’re Jessica Stanley.
it's 2004, and you live in Forks, the most boring small town on earth as far as you're concerned. nothing ever happens here. there's one diner and a gas station. totally depressing, right? but you make the best of it; you have some good friends, and you go out to some of the bigger cities and do fun shit together. However, you know life could be more exciting. you deserve something bigger and better.
then this strange family move to town. finally, something interesting!
it's monday morning when you see him: the hottest guy, probably on the whole planet. he's quiet--mysterious, even. you're curious about him, and you soon discover he's smart, too--he gets perfect grades, just like you. he's your exact type, so you actually work up the nerve to talk to him.
unfortunately: he rejects you.
it hurts but whatever. you move on. you get over the perfect guy, and start to actually take a liking to this other dude. he’s not as hot. he's not smart, either. and he is not even a little bit mysterious. but he’s kind of funny and cute, so you want to be with him.
you’re trying to get to know him, but it’s not going well. he's too dense to take a hint, and it's 2005 now and you're like 16, so you're not really feeling comfortable making the first move. you're trying so hard to get him to notice and like you, and you're failing. you feel like shit. it sucks.
then, out of nowhere, this girl shows up and your man who's not your man but also he is your man instantly falls in love with her! he's following her EVERYWHERE! (the good news is, she doesn't seem to like him back. but why does he like her and not you? you're literally the student council president AND the volleyball team captain...)
Despite your hesitancy, you welcome her into your friend group. Sure, maybe part of the reason is that you are hoping to keep an eye on your crush--but nonetheless, you go out of your way to be nice to her. Befriend her.
And then... as if you haven't been through enough... she ends up dating mr. perfect! the guy you liked first!
what the FUCK?
And like, you know you shouldn't be mad. it's not her fault your crush is an idiot, and that mr. perfect likes her and not you. but that doesn't make you feel any better... you still feel the envy. It's only human nature, right?
But that's not the end of it!
After all of this, that bitch makes YOU seem like the bad guy for having feelings about everything!!!! everyone [read: a large % of the twilight fandom] thinks you're some kind of jezebel just for being a teenage girl and reacting to a situation which, frankly, fucking sucks to be in: You're a hormonal teen girl trying to make it work. Both boys you've liked are obsessed with the new girl. And, to top it all off, you're the bad guy, apparently.
Anyway. that's it.
i just think jessica didn't really do anything so wrong that she's a bad person. she was just young and a little immature, as many people are in their teens. if mike newton can be a pest and basically never listen to bella's desires and not be labeled toxic shithead (and instead be a lovable, immature funny guy), then jessica also deserves some grace. rant over. have a lovely day
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bugsbenefit · 10 months
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seeing a "Mike is completely oblivious to his feelings and doesn't know he's in love with Will" take float on my dash from the wild and... i'm sorry i hate this interpretations so much. everyone can see things differently, but Mike having no clue of his own feelings makes absolutely no sense with what we see on screen to me. none
if this is ranty ignore little old me, i just need to complain today lmao
not only does Mike pause to look at Will's lips multiple times, which you could maybe argue he just doesn't realize anymore (doubtful since it's not something he's always done, it only started in s3 which is less than a full year away from s4 canonically)
there's also the whole fact that nothing else of his s4 conflict would make sense anymore. if Mike didn't know he didn't love El, what was he worried about telling her then, that she wouldn't like the truth of? it can't be that he loves her because he knows she would like that. Mike has to consciously be aware of something he knows he should tell El, but can't, because he's scared of how she'll take it
the same also goes for the sbp scene where Mike looks back at Will, shocked or conflicted, because Will is pushing him to confess to El. the initial shock would be inappropriate if Mike was already planning to tell El he loved her anyways and had no idea he actually loved Will
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it also means that Mike didn't intentionally lie during the monologue with is almost more egregious because we saw Mike talk to the other's about sending El to Pennhurst with 0 concerns. he didn't know El overheard that so it might be something he thinks El could believe. but he himself would remember that he didn't "fall in love with her that moment", saying otherwise just makes Mike look like the dumbest, most unaware character in the whole show by far. not even just the show, it would probably make him one of the most oblivious characters out of Any show i can think of right now actually
it would also make no sense why we're completely barred from Mike's inner feelings during the monologue. if Mike genuinely believed what he was saying we'd be allowed to know his thoughts, since they wouldn't spoil anything yet. but alas, not only does Finn keep his lips sealed, even the rough drafts from three years ago skip over his internal feelings or thoughts completely which is extremely unusual for an emotional monologue of this importance and magnitude
everything else aside, the idea that Mike would just. not realize. he's queer and in love with his best friend is kind of bizarre to me. it really plays into the fanon version of Mike who is inhumanly oblivious and stupid. because canon Mike is actually not that bad with feelings, he can articulate himself if he wants to and he can pick up on and explain complex emotions he himself feels all the way back in s1. saying that Mike is genuinely too oblivious to realize his feelings isn't at all in line with his canon characterization
and besides it not making sense for his character. it's also a nonsensical choice from a writers perspective. if Mike would genuinely be unaware of his feelings for Will and his queerness; Byler would be rushed. i'm excited for Byler as much as the next person but this would be a horrible way to go about it. because s5 would then need to include:
Mike realizing he's not in love with El
Mike realizing he's queer
Mike dealing with the consequences of being queer in the 80s/coming to terms with said queerness to the point he feels comfortable acting on it
Mike realizing he's in love with Will
Mike and El finally breaking up
Mike and Will confessing to each other and getting together
that is an absurd amount of things to cram into a single seasons and essentially a character 180 in 8ish episodes. and all these points also need space and time to breathe to sit well with the audience. having Mike realize he's not in love with El and realize he's in love with Will would need a significant pause in between to feel good for the audience, but there's only so much time left. that will feel rushed no matter how well you write it. if they just revealed Mike being queer and in love with Will to the audience while having him already be aware of it we'd skip steps 1-4 on this list. the audience getting new information and recontextualizing things that already happened takes significantly less time than having a character go through the realizations first hand since that takes more development time
at this point, there's no way to write Mike realizing he's queer from scratch well with only one season left. there just isn't. especially with the amount of plot we need to cover in s5, the action, and all the other characters that need solid endings. opening a whole new can of worms for Mike is counterproductive. last seasons close character arcs, they don't kick new one's up that would take forever to properly flesh out
the thing that just really bothers me about this whole, "Mike doesn't know yet, he's oblivious" narrative, besides making little sense from a writer's pov and directly contradicting his canon character. is also that most takes just read extremely belittling. because a lot of people who say this seem to be aware that there won't be time to properly explore Mike's character or feelings like this. and they're fine with it because Mike will just be "Will's boyfriend", and only Will needs to come to terms with his queerness, Mike doesn't need an arc. and it's weird. the idea that Mike will have his whole queer realization in s5 hinges on the fact that Mike's character isn't important enough to get a fully fleshed out arc/time to naturally move from point A to point B, and that he'll just go from one relationship to the next with no problems
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novalunosiss · 2 years
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It’s almost been 24 hours since vol 2 came out and I’m still super pissed off, so here’s a list of everything wrong in volume 2.
Byler. Queerbait of the fucking century??? I would’ve been significantly less upset if they hadn’t advertised/marketed it so hard during pride month. And making the queer kid the sad gay vessel through which the straight couple thrives is nothing short of homophobic.
The deaths. They advertised this season as being particularly dangerous/full of death, which was a straight up lie. The only people who died were either antagonists or minor background characters, with the exception of Eddie (though it was extremely obvious from the start that he was canon fodder, much like Bob- despite how much I liked Eddie’s character, there was never a doubt in my mind that he wasn’t going to die.)
Max’s “death”. So I know I just did a section on the deaths but this one pissed me off so much I had to give it it’s own seperate section. Max’s “death” was a total copout. Don’t get me wrong, I love her character. But I wish she did die. Having someone die and be brought back to life is such a terrible, cliche, overused trope. It’s too safe of a choice. Where is the danger? I want to actually be scared that the characters I love might not make it out alive. And since when could El bring people back to life? That’s never been explored in the show before, making it completely out of place and confusing when watching the scene. Having Max die would’ve been impactful, and shown to the audience that any of the characters can die, not just new ones, or unimportant background ones. It would’ve raised the stakes! The scene where she “died” was heartbreaking and powerful, but then they negated that by bringing her back to life, rendering the scene pointless. They either should’ve actually genuinely killed her, or not have her “die” at all. Having that “in-between” sort of situation where she technically died, but came back to life (albeit in a coma) was super flaky, and imo, bad writing.
Speaking of bad writing, the time skip! This is genuinely one of the worst things I’ve seen implemented in the show. I generally don’t like time skips anyway, but at least the one at the end of s3 made sense. The main drama of that season was resolved, and they needed to show the Byers moving away. The time skip this season, however, made 0 fucking sense. The drama hadn’t been resolved, it just skipped like half of the climax and the entirety of the falling action, and went straight to the resolution (which wasn’t even a resolution at all). 2 days is a pretty big time skip to implement after skipping half the climax. What happened during those two days??? It was confusing as fuck, and none of the characters actions/behaviour during the “resolution” phase of the story made sense, maybe with the exception of Dustin and Lucas, who were shown to be grieving unlike almost everyone else. You’re telling me that Nancy, Robin and Steve just fought fucking Vecna, almost died, and some of their friends did die (if you count Max) and two days later they’re happily packing up a bunch of old belongings to donate, without a care in the world? And during that scene, there seemed to be little to no concern about Mike’s whereabouts from the entire Wheeler family until he actually showed up. They mentioned they’d been trying to contact them for days, but nothing about their demeanour beforehand implied concern.
The monologue. Need I even say more? It was cheesy, cringey, and made no narrative sense. The reasoning Mike gave for being unable to tell El he loved her was one of the stupidest reasons I’ve seen in media, ever. Where was the “amazing monologue” we were promised by the Duffers? That sure as hell isn’t what I’d call amazing. Finn is a great actor, and he’s done amazing monologues before (*cough cough*, the shed scene) so that isn’t on him, it’s on the shitty script. “I feel like my life first started when I met you in the woods”? Bullshit, and such a cruel thing to say in front of Will, who’s life was literally turned upside down on the exact same day. “I loved you since the moment I saw you”? Love at first sight is a cringey trope. Mike was 12 when he first met Eleven. He probably didn’t even know the meaning of love, especially when you take a look at how dysfunctional his parents marriage is/Nancy, his older sisters relationship at the time was. Also, how can he say he loved her the moment he saw her when he spent most of s1 trying to get rid of her (saying he was going to send her back to pennhurst) and calling her a “weapon”? El could’ve found strength to beat Vecna in something far more significant than a teenage boy telling her he loves her, but noooo.
Will’s painting. I really feel like I don’t have to elaborate on this one. It just fucking sucked. They built it up like it was going to be some really important declaration of love from Will to Mike, only to have it be used to help further Mileven. Also the actual painting was ass, and all the fan theories about it were way better and more meaningful. (Like the idea we all had of the swingset where Mike and Will first met, or even just a painting of the two of them as their D&D characters, but SEPERATE from the rest of the group so it was actually obvious what the painting meant.)
The upside down thing with Henry?? I don’t even know what’s going on there. It was super confusing. Is the mind flayer actually Henry? Did El create the upside down or was it there before? Why did it look like that when Henry first got sent there, but looks like Hawkins now? I know they’ll likely answer these questions next season, but there’s just too many questions and knowing now how shit the duffers are at writing, I doubt they’ll all be answered satisfactorily.
The terrible character development. By that, I mean that there was none. Literally no characters had any development. They were all exactly the same as they were at the start of the season. El is still dependent on Mike/isn’t her own person. Mike is still a fucking asshole who treats his friends like shit. Will is still in the closet and hiding his true feelings from everyone around him. Nancy and Jonathan are still lying to each other. Steve is still pining after Nancy. Robin is still pining after Vickie. I could go on and on.
The Duffers hate minorities + poor people. Will and Robin, the two queer characters, don’t get well rounded love interests like all of the straight characters, and Will in particular is made to suffer constantly. Lucas and Erica, the two black characters, are both physically assaulted. Max and Eddie, the two poorest characters, who are living in a trailer park, fucking die. (from @hellfireds) Oh, also? The Duffers filmed parts of s4 in a fucking Nazi prison, where Jewish people were held against their wills and killed. (from @artmuseumsandoldbooks)
I’m going to keep updating this list as I think of more things that are wrong with vol 2. There’s already so many things I could add if I decided to include the shit wrong with vol 1 as well, but vol 2 was significantly worse so I’m just gonna stick to that. Feel free to suggest anything else I should add to the list
In conclusion, FUCK THE DUFFERS
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