part 3 of history teacher steve and art teacher eddie
part 1 / part 2
There was already enough to worry about your freshman year of high school. Dustin was just happy he had a good group of friend to be by his side through it all. Plus, his best friend Mike’s sister was going to be their English teacher, Lucas assured Dustin it would be a walk in the park. They were so wrong.
"Mike your sister is seriously scarier than I remember from before she went to college." Dustin huffed, throwing his backpack on the couch in the Wheeler basement.
"Seriously, Mike! It's the first day and we already have homework due by the end of the week!" Lucas exclaimed, rummaging around his bag for the sheet that contained the details to the homework. Max and Jane coming down the stairs not too long after, clearing off the coffee table, to start on their work.
Mike rolled his eyes at their exasperations, looking to Will for some leveling. Will sighed, shrugging. "I got to say I'm with them on this one, I thought she would take it easier on us. I mean she babysat us for the the entirety of elementary school, and like half of middle school."
Mike groaned, and Dustin jumped in. "That's it! That's exactly it! This is payback for all the times we were shitheads!"
"Jesus H. Christ, I have to buy like a lifetime supply of apples to make up for all the shit we did!" Lucas rubbed his hands over his face.
"You dickheads need to stop being so dramatic its literally just a 'What I Did This Summer' essay." Max finally chimed in, Jane nodding along beside her.
"Homework is still homework, Mayfield." Dustin snarked back.
"And, she's the only teacher that gave us homework." Lucas added, matter o' factly. "Not even Will and Janes brother gave us homework!"
"Well, it's probably because he didn't have to deal with us as much." Will supplied, trying to defend the other Wheeler.
"Pota-toe, Po-tato." Dustin huffed, opening his notebook to a blank page to start the essay. "Speaking of teachers, did Argyle let you guys hold his class pet? The bearded dragon, what was it's name Lucas? Wasn't it like a vegetable, or something?"
"It was pineapple!" Lucas supplied, moving to sit next to Max, using his phone to try and take a picture of what she already had written on her paper.
"The art teacher that got up on the desk was actually kind of entertaining." Will added.
"His hair was too long." Mike added, grabbing a Rubik's cube off the counter before he sat down.
"I liked his hair." Will smiled, "I think he's gonna be a good teacher, I'm glad I convinced you guys to join."
"I can grow my hair longer, and better than he can." Mike grumbled from the floor beside Will.
"I liked Mr.H's hair better." Jane added quietly.
"Oooohhh, yeah, I totally agree, Jane!" Max nudged her, as the two whispered something else to each other.
Lucas rolled his eyes, "Alright, his hair was decent, at best."
"Someone's peanut butter and jealous." Dustin mumbled under his breath, narrowly dodging the figurine Lucas chucked at him.
"I have a feeling he'll be giving us a lot of homework too." Mike added.
"Eh, I know he seems the type, but maybe he'll go easier on us, 'cause we're freshmen." Lucas shrugged, Will hummed in agreement.
The group worked diligently until dinner time, parting ways, with a majority of their essays close to being done.
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The next week, Dustin waved down Lucas and Max as he locked his bike into the rack, waiting patiently by the front doors.
"Is that a- Weird Al shirt?" Max asked as they approached. Lucas stifled his laugh behind his hand.
"Yes, his biopic is coming out soon! The one starring Daniel Radcliffe! Also, don’t be jealous, because I actually have taste, Mayfield." Dustin huffed, as he turned to walk into the school.
"If that what you'd like to call it, sure." Max grinned, as they followed Dustin to their first period.
"Weird taste, I'd say. Get it, Max? Because, it's Weird A-" Lucas nudged at Max's side.
"Yes, Lucas, very funny." Max snarked, as she set her bag down by her desk.
The party shared first period together, which was English. Then, half of them went to Math with Mr.Byers, and the other half went to Argyle, for science. Then vice versa. They then shared art together, then lunch, after that half of them went to PE, and the other half went to band. For their final class of the day they shared history.
Dustin watched Mike almost doze off in first period, and quickly kicked his seat, so his sister wouldn't give him a weeks worth of detention, in only their second week of school.
The group walked out of first period, grumbling about another assignment, parting ways down the hall. Max, Lucas, and Dustin had Argyle, and Mike, Will and Jane had Mr.Byers.
The groups passed each other in the halls, Lucas quickly repeating to Will what the lesson was about, and Mike doing the same for Dustin.
They regrouped in Mr.Munson’s class for Art. Aprons were placed on each seat, and Mr.Munson was setting out fabric paint, and markers in the middle of each table as everyone walked in. Everyone filed to their seats as soon as the bell rang, Mr.Munson stood before the class, explaining that this period they'd be decorating their aprons for the year. "Put whatever you want, be fun, be creative, but "make it school appropriate"." Mr.Munson rolled his eyes, as he used air quotes, and a mocking tone for the last sentence. He took a deep breath, before bringing his hand up to his mouth, leaning in closer to the class for a stage whisper. "Or, don't, I'll pretend I didn't see it." Mr.Munson clapped to dismiss the class, and then moved behind his desk to work on some sketches.
Dustin walked up to Mr.Munson’s desk about halfway through class. He cleared his throat to get the mans attention. Mr.Munson looked up, eyes scanning over Dustin’s face, then landing on his shirt. "Is that a Weird Al shirt?"
Dustin nodded wordlessly, ready to defend himself.
"That's bold, I respect it." Eddie nodded as he spoke, looking back at Dustin now, who was beaming at the comment. "How can I help ya, kid?"
"I was wondering if you had anymore puffy paint." Dustin asked, handing Mr.Munson the empty bottle. Mr.Munson nodded, as he grabbed his keys, and moved into the storage room. Dustin heard him rummaging around, before he came back out with a new bottle of yellow puffy paint, handing it off to Dustin, sending him back to his desk to work.
Dustin took a step back, watching curiously from the slight opening, as Mr.Munson knocked on the connecting door to Mr.Harrington’s room, before Mr.Harrington appeared. Dustin watched as the two conversed, jumping slightly when he felt someone kick his leg.
"Dude! What are you doing still standing? Will needs the puffy paint." Mike whisper-shouted from his chair.
Dustin grumbled, sparing one last glance at the storage room, just as Mr.Harrington was shutting his side, and Mr.Munson was walking back into the room, bright smile on his face. "I was observing!" Dustin hissed back, sliding the puffy paint across the table to Will.
"What exactly could you be observing?" Lucas asked, reaching for the red fabric marker.
"Mr.Munson was in the storage room-" Dustin started, in a quiet tone, glancing to the desk where Mr.Munson sat.
"Yeah, duh, he doesn't just carry all his extra art supplies in his apron pockets." Max added, taking the red marker from Lucas, before he could cap it.
"If you would let me finish." Dustin groaned, "He went back in there after he got me the puffy paint, and knocked on Mr.Harrington’s door."
"Maybe he needed to borrow something?" Will suggested, with a shrug.
"That's the thing," Dustin looked around the table, holding his friends attention now. "He came out of the storage room, empty-handed!" He whisper-shouted.
"What are you getting at?" Mike questioned.
"Nothing, nothing, I'm just observing." Dustin replied, hands up in mock-innocence.
"Mr.Harrington is probably just still showing him around, he's practically the school's welcoming committee." Max added, handing off the purple puffy paint to Jane.
"Maybe, I say we just stay observant, maybe we can hang around after the bell, stall a little bit, see if Mr.H comes by, for Mr.Munson." Dustin finished, casting one more glance to Mr.Munson.
When the bell rang, the group was slow to clean their area, purposefully mixing up caps, and calling out the other to fix it, slow to wipe down their table, the markers kept somehow rolling off the table, until it was just the six of them, and Mr.Munson in the classroom.
Mr.Munson finally moved towards the table, "Hey guys, lets try and get a move on it, so everyone can get to lunch on time, here I'll help."
The party was quick to try and refuse his help, all six talking at once, spewing out different excuses.
"Alright, alright, I'll just wait by the door." Mr.Munson exclaimed, "But, please try and pick up the pace, I-"
"Munson, I told you to meet me-" Mr.Harrington stopped, looking between them, and Mr.Munson.
"Hang on, Mr.H. I got a couple student still cleaning up." Mr.Munson turned away from them, and made his way to Mr.Harrington. "You can just put the tools on this back counter over here, we'll put them up when the room clears."
Dustin turned to look at his friends, gesturing towards the two teachers. "I told you!" He mouthed.
They finished quickly, and ran out the door, nearly being knocked over by Mr.Harrington who was carrying a 2x4. "Woah, let's try to be careful, and watch where were going. Almost got you guys with this." Mr.Harrington instructed softly.
"What's with the wood?" Lucas asked.
"Mr.Munson asked me to help him put up hooks for your classroom aprons." Mr.Harrington answered with a smile, as Mr.Munson came out to grab the 2x4 from him.
"You guys should get to lunch before all that's left is mystery meat." Mr.Munson butted in, giving the crew a pointed look.
The group nodded, rushing down the halls. "No, I told you!" Max slightly shoved Dustin, as they rounded the corner. "Mr.Harrington is just really, really nice."
"Max does have a point, I overheard Nance telling my mom how much of a help Mr.H was when she was setting up her classroom. He spent the entire afternoon helping her rearrange all the desks until she was satisfied." Mike added, grabbing a lunch tray. "Mom thinks he’s a real dream boat too." Mike added with an eyeroll.
"I think they would be cute together." Jane added, after they got their lunches, and found a table.
"Who?" Will questioned, as he handed off the cherries from his fruit cup to Mike.
"Mr.Munson, and Mr.Harrington." Jane replied matter o' factly.
"Jane, don't be ridi-" Lucas was cut off by a swift kick to his shin, by Max.
"No, I think she has a point. They make for a cute bromance." Max nodded reassuringly to Jane, before taking the pickles from Lucas' sandwich.
The group fell into an easy discussion afterwards about the latest campaign Will was working on.
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Eddie was biting his lip raw, watching Steve hold the board in place, drilling it in place, spare screw held between his lips. Eddie tried to imagine what his flexed arms must've looked like under the stupid knit sweaters he wore . Eddie didn't even register Steve calling for him, until he turned to face him, waving a hand in front of his face. Eddie jumped slightly, apologizing.
Steve smiled, holding out his hand to Eddie that held the screws he didn't use. "Could you bring over the hooks now?"
Eddie took the spare screws from Steve's hand, and went back to his desk to grab the hooks they would use. Eddie waited patiently beside Steve, handing him each hook as he needed it.
Once all the hooks were up, Steve started helping Eddie place all the student aprons in their appropriate sections. Steve took a step back, hands on his hips as he admired the work. "We make a good team, Munson."
"I owe you like a weeks worth of lunch, Harrington. I'm useless with power tools." Eddie joked, moving to clean up the saw dust on the ground, Steve following with the dust pan. Eddie really wasn't bad with power tools, growing up and helping his Uncle Wayne with all the repairs the trailer ever needed, but how could he say no, when Steve looked so eager to help. He had ran to their shared supply closet, and pulled out his new drill to show Eddie, the second Eddie mentioned needing to put up racks in his room.
Steve now kneeled down in front of Eddie, holding the dustpan in place as Eddie swept the dust in a neat pile. Steve looked up at Eddie as he continued their conversation. "Does it have to be lunch? I can go for a couple dinners." Steve smiled up at him.
Eddie had to constantly remind himself they were in a school setting, whenever Steve was in compromising positions like this, and saying suggestive things like that to Eddie. Steve was just being a bro, a bro that happened to have the most beautiful hazel eyes Eddie had ever seen, hair that he constantly stopped himself from running his fingers through, and a face that has now made it’s way into Eddie’s sketch book. Eddie was looking too into it, he was sure that was the case. Still, Eddie couldn't stop the blush that crept up his neck. Eddie really needed to keep his cool.
"I don't mind doing dinner, Harrington. We should think about inviting the rest of the teachers in our hall too!" Eddie was quick to add, "Nancy, Johnathan, and Argyle all seem pretty close to us in age. It would be cool if we all went out together, y'know some staff bonding time! You could bring Buckley too!" Eddie finished, as he swept the pile into the dustpan gently.
Eddie tried not to think too much of the way Steve deflated at the suggestion. "Yeah, staff bonding sounds fun." Steve sighed as he stood, walking to drop the pile in the trash. "Any suggestions?" Steve asked, as he stood by Eddies desk.
"My friend Gareth mentioned this bar downtown, we could see if everyone wants to do that?" Eddie answered, moving to place the broom back in the storage room. "I'll ask Johnathan, and Argyle, if you ask Nancy, and Robin."
"Sounds like a deal, let's do it after the first month of school, as like a celebration, maybe we can turn it into a monthly thing." Steve suggested.
"I like that idea, I'll be sure to mention it to the guys when I talk to them." Eddie responded.
"Hey, I don't mean to cut this short, but I have to run and finish up some copies before next period." Steve explained, as he walked towards Eddies closed door. Eddie nodded in acknowledgment, and waved as Steve ran out.
Staff bonding, really, Eddie? Eddie groaned to himself, plopping down on his spinny chair.
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the kids are introduced now! this part feels a little shorter than the rest, sorry :( i hope you guys are liking this as much as i like writing it, i can’t wait to upload more. thank you again for all the notes :) i am having an awfully hard time coming up with a title hahaha
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Falling In Love With You - Part 5
Max Mayfield x Reader
Part 4
“I’ll be back Max, just going for a walk.” I say as I tidy up Max’s hospital room. “Oh come on! I may be blind but I’m not an idiot. Don’t lie to me.” She says folding her arms across her chest as her head faces in my direction since I’m making a good amount of noise as I try to throw things into a plastic bag. “I’ll be gone for like an hour or two so stop being so dramatic and even, you’ll have Lucas to keep you company.” I say as I chuck a can of coke into the bag. “If you’re not going to tell me what you’re doing at least tell me who you’re going with.” She says making my eyebrows raise. “Who said I’m going with anyone?” I ask and now she raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m not stupid Y/N.” She says as I put the comics neatly in the box.
“If you must know Will asked me to have lunch with him.” I say turning around and leaning on the table behind me as I watch her face twist into confusion. “What? Again?” She asks grimacing as a smile tugs at my lips due to the expression displayed on her face. “This is literally the 8th time this month.” She groans leaning her head back into the wall. “He’s been doing this we met. Kinda like tradition now.” I say as I check the drawers for extra change. “You would call your monthly trolley adventure a tradition, not going for lunch 2x a week.” She says with a confidence so high that even she was completely wrong you’d still be doubting yourself.
“It’s fine, I enjoy it, we get to talk about things, go for an ice-cream, it’s nice.” I say defending the shy boy. “Yeah it’s fine for you, not for me. Its been like this for 6 months. 6 MONTHS Y/N. Do you know how long that is?” She asks making me let out a laugh. “Just for a little longer, I promise. And who knows maybe Lucas will finally confess in undying love for you.” I say a smile tugging at my lips as I internally laugh at my words. However Max doesn’t seem to have the same reaction as she ignores my statement and returns to my previous one. “Just you?” “Yes.” “Not me?” “Yes.” “I’m coming.” She say’s deciding for herself and reaching out for her wheelchair.
“Hang on a second. Slow down.” I say as I move the wheelchair out of her reach. “I’m coming.” She says repeating herself as she moves my hand out her way and reaches for the wheelchair. “Max, relax for a second.” I say as I hold her back from being centimetres from falling off the bed. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?” I ask as I look into her eyes, and as grey as they were they, I could still see the colours inside, the eyes that were so dull yet were so vibrant at the same time had such a hold on me. “I don’t. Don’t leave me. Please?” She asks as she moves her hand around the bed as tries to find mine. “I thought you’d be happy? I’m becoming friends with yours? Isn’t this what you wanted?” I ask noticing her furrowed eyebrows. “Yeah but I don’t want you to i about me.” She pouts making me laugh. “I’ll be back tonight, I have plans for us.” I say as I pick up the clipboard with the medical details. “What plans?” She asks curiously making me smile as she tries to grab whatever I’m holding. “It’s a surprise.” I say which makes her groan. “I don’t like surprises, you know that.” She says moving her hands to her lap. “Well there’s nothing you can do except wait.” I say smiling as her shoulders slouch in defeat.
“What’s the time now?” She asks as I get off her bed and walk to the door. “2:15 I’ll be back by 5:30, 5:50 at latest and then you and me are going somewhere. After that I’m all yours, okay?” I say as reluctantly nods. I look back at her one more time before leaving the room shutting the door behind me. As I walk to the hospital exit Lucas passed me giving me a nod and a forced smile, I do the same, after he passes me I notice Will at the entrance smiling big and giving me a wave. “Hey Y/N!” He says walking over to me and giving me a hug. “Hey Will.” I say smiling as I hug him back. “How are you?” He asks as we begin walking out the hospital. “I’m good, how are you?” I ask which he responds that he’s well. “Is Lucas finally gonna ask today?” I say to will as we take a seat at a restaurant nearby to the hospital. “I, I think so.” He says as pick up a menu and says his order to the waiter, me following after him. I take a deep breath as I thought back to Max’s words.
“Hey will.” I say making him look up at me smiling. “Yeah?” He asks his eyes bright as he smiles widely. “If Lucas doesn’t ask her today we might need to chill out on our lunch dates. Max doesn’t say it but I think she’s beginning to believe I don’t like her or something.” I say as Will’s smile fades but nods understanding my point. “No yeah, I understand. Completely.” He says with a look in his eye to the point that I’m 100% aware he had experienced it. “I know that you know I started these lunch.” He says pausing before hesitates saying the next word. “Dates.” He says unsurely, referring back to the words I used. “Because Lucas wanted the chance to talk to her more and have the courage to ask her out again, but I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you Y/N.” He confesses shyly making me smile which he returns. “I have too Will.” I say putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
After leaving the restaurant and Will and I part our seperate ways I go home to grab a specific vinyl and return to the hospital, walking into the physical therapy room I had for the rest of the day. I open the record player and put it in, listening to the song to make sure it isn’t damaged. I look at my wrist for the time 5:48 it reads. My eyes widen as I begin sprinting my way to the other side of the hospital to reach her room in time. As I reach her door I slam it open and I’m heavy breathing as I lean down to put my hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath. “Y/N?” Max’s voice asks from the bed. I nod but since she can’t see me I have to use words. “Y-yeah.” I say between 2 breath. “I made it. 5:50.” I call out reading the time from my watch. “I don’t break promises.” I say standing up and putting my hands on hips now. A laugh slips her lips as I make a move to grab the wheelchair.
“Is it time for my surprise?” She says in a mocking tone as she hears the noise of me struggling to move the wheelchair in the messy room. (Lucas making a mess which I had to clean up again.) “Yeah, you think you can get in yourself?” I ask as she nods making a move before speaking. “I’d still prefer you to do it though.” She says forming a grin on my lips while a smirk is on hers. “What a child.” I say making her raise her eyebrows. “I’m older than you.” She says smirking as folds her arms over her chest. “Yeah. Physically, you grandma. Mentally I’m older.” I say making her scoff and I make a move to reach out to her to help her onto the wheelchair before wheeling her out the room.
“Where are we going?” She asks as I take a turn into another corridor. “Surprise.” I say reminding her, but after a few turns she speaks up once more. “Are we going to the gym?” She as I take another turn. “We are, how’d you know?” I ask as I make a final turn and walk into the gym aka physical therapy room. “I’ve been there almost everyday for 6 months I know the route.” She says as I shut the door behind us and walk over to the record player and play the track. “What are you doing?” She asks as one of Elvis’s track begins to play. “I promised you a dance didn’t I?” I say as I walk back to her and put her arms around my neck. “What?” She asks concerned as I put my hands on her waist and lift her up. “You, you said I’m not ready.” She says holding my neck tightly as I help her stand. “To walk. You can dance, with my assistance of course.” I say as I sway to the music. I begin smiling as the lyrics begin. Wise men say, only fools rush in.
Her eyebrows raise. “Elvis? Really?” She says questioning my music taste. “It’s a classic, how can you not like this song.” I say shocked. “Maybe I should let go of you right now.” I say reading her which makes her smile. “You love me too much, you wouldn’t.” She says making me smile. “Unfortunately, you’re right.” I say making her fain hurt. “Unfortunately?” She repeats as I laugh. “Yeah.” I say laughing and a smiles on her face as we move with the music in the back. Shall I stay, would it be a sin.
“So did Lucas confess?” I ask speaking up and her smile falters. “He did.” She says giving me a nod. “So you’re finally together?” I ask which cause her to pause and think of her words. “No, no we’re not.” She says making me nod. “Why?” I ask hesitantly, unsure of how she’d react. “I don’t.” She says pausing, her cloudy eyes bouncing around the room. “I don’t like him like that anymore.” She says. “That’s, that’s cool.” I say making her nod and she leans in closer, her head now resting on my shoulder. Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be.
“I like someone else.” She speaks pulling her head up from my shoulder to make me look into her face. “Yeah?” I ask to which she nods in response. “They’re really kind and thoughtful, has stuck with me during my hardest moments.” She says making me nod. “She’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.” She says nervously, unsure whether to continue or not. “She sounds amazing.” I say trying to give Max the reassurance that I won’t judge her. “She is.” She says confidently. “I just wish I could see her.” She says, her head tilting down for a second. “Are you gonna tell El you like her?” I ask making Max furrow her eyebrows. “What?” She asks making me do the same. “You like El? Right?” I ask thinking to anyone else who was a girl but I could only think of her. “I don’t like El, like that.” She says as if it was obvious. “Who do u like then?” I ask my head tilting slightly. “You. I like you.” She says making my eyes widen. “Me? You like me? Like you like like me?” I ask to which she nods. “Yeah.” She says before we stand there for a few seconds, both of us not saying a word. But then she speaks up again. Take my hand, Take my whole life, too.
“Can I touch you?” She asks as I mumble a quiet yes, still unsure if I heard her words correctly. She moved her hands from around my neck to my face. Each hand on a cheek, her thumbs sliding back and forth across my cheeks. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks lost in thought, unsure of what to say. “Can I kiss you?” She asks making me stare at her, my lips parting in shock. “Yeah.” I breathe out unsure if my words were even heard. She softly smiles as she slowly pulls me closer, our foreheads now touching. She moves her hand slightly to find my lips, rubbing her thumb along them. One of my hands move up from her waist to her jaw. She smiles and leans into my touch. We both slowly lean until I can feel her breath on mine. “Are you sure?” I ask, my heart pounding against my chest, I could practically hear it in my ears. She responds by putting her lips on mine, her lips warm and soft. As we pull away I take a breath in, one I must’ve been holding. She laughs leaning forward, her forehead on mine once again. I let out a laugh as well. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” I say laughing as my hand moves back down to her waist.
For I can’t help falling in love with you.
A/N: This is like 90% gonna be the final part for this series, glad some of you enjoyed it. I’m thinking I’ll make another taglist cause I did like disappear for a while and people might not want to be tagged, so yeah if some people comment that they wanna be tagged for future stories I’m completely fine with that and I’ll get on with making a form or smthn again. 🥳🥳🥳
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