#how about some random mike gifs yeah?

[aarontveit]

[bouncybongfairy]

Late Night At Fazbear's

Mike Schmidt x Fem Reader

Summary: Mike is an ex-coworker with whom you have a situationship with. Knowing about your interest in arcade games, he invites you to visit him at an abandoned pizzeria to check it out. Things get a little heated before you get a chance to look around.

Word Count: 2.5k+

(!This is a smut fanfic, you’ve been warned!)

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You were working on some last-minute statistics homework after you got out of the shower. It was a Friday night and even though you got an offer from your friend group to go out, you decided to stay home. Going to house party after party was getting annoying. Half the time, the only people there were drunk frat boys trying to get some before their whiskey dick kicked in. Being a wing girl for your friends was fun the first thirty times but now you’d rather stay home. Things in your life seemed so stagnant, it was like all you did was school, work, then bumming it at home. Like you were some uncharismatic dad in a sitcom. Suddenly your phone goes off, which breaks you out of the trance you were in. When you answered, you immediately recognized the voice to be Mike from the pizza place you guys used to work at together. You thought it was kinda weird that he was calling you so randomly but you did talk often when working together. For reasons that still are unclear, you answered.

“Hey! Sorry I know this is- it’s kinda random but can you talk for a second?” his voice spoke over the receiver. 

“Yeah, I’m just hanging out at home. What’s up?” you asked, now standing up to pace around your room. 

“Oh cool cool, so kinda weird to explain but bear with me here. Remember how you were super obsessed with the old arcade games we had in the back of the pizza shop? Anyway, I got this new job at an old pizzeria and there’s a bunch of old games and animatronics. I was thinking while I’m working the graveyard shift you could maybe swing by for an hour or two and check it out with me?” His voice was so sweet and soft-spoken that you couldn’t help but blush over the phone. You coiled your finger around the wire of the landline. 

“Umm, yeah that sounds kinda fun actually, when are you there till?” you asked with a hint of a smirk on your face. 

“My shift starts at 12 am and ends at 6 am, no pressure. Obviously, I’ll be here all night,” he laughed.

“Yeah, I’ll call you right before I leave okay?” you asked softly. 

“Yeah that’s perfect, I’ll see you then,” he said. 

You put the phone back on its hook and check the time on your alarm clock. To your dismay, you’d been studying for two hours and it was 10:50. Luckily you’d already showered but that wasn’t the problem. Internally, you were going through a moral dilemma. Part of you was telling yourself that he was just a coworker that got attached and another part, wanted to do your hair and make-up and hair before going. Making sure that every strand sat just right as if he’d somehow notice. To make sure your eyelashes have the exact amount of mascara they need to be long but not clumpy. If you thought all these things, wouldn’t that mean you do care what he thinks of you? Although you were bubbling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, you managed to finish getting ready. You start packing your bag, pacing around looking for all your items. Car keys, pocket knife, compact, body spray, and your wallet. As you went to take the cartoon of cigarettes from your bedside table, you thought about taking the joint that was rolled. Sitting on your knees in front of your nightstand, you start dialing Mike’s number to let him know you are on the way. After shoving all the contents into the bag, you make your way outside and start your Mazda. You were sitting in the car for a few moments, thinking about if you were really going. 

Once you pulled into the parking lot, thoughts of regret started to bubble in your brain. You would have turned around if it weren’t for Mike’s car being in the parking lot. You checked the time on the radio and saw that it was only 12:57, was it weird that you were there so early? You were slightly worried that it would look desperate. Deciding to let that unneeded anxiety go, you get out of the car and lock your doors. Take a moment to take in the outside of the building. It appeared to be severely unkempt, brown vines covered most of the building. Due to the unsettling vibe of the building, the bear that was supposed to look cute and inviting was the exact opposite. Creating an ominous feeling as it waved at you. The walls were mostly a dull yellow color with red and blue accents and a black and white checkered line across the middle. One of the R’s of the sign was out, only adding to the sketchy feeling. You knocked on the big metal doors, wiping your knuckles off on your jeans. When Mike swung the door open, it made you jump and gasp. This caused him to break out into a fit of laughter. You playfully pushed his shoulder back. 

He took you back to the small room where he was monitoring all the security footage. The room was more creepy than the outside of the building. You sat down on the desk and Mike plopped down on his office chair. He was completely slouched back, wearing a gray thermal and a dark hooded sweater. His hair was more curly than shaggy and he had a five o’clock shadow. You set your purse on the desk and stood up, looking at the security cameras. One of the first things you noticed was the group of animatronics that were standing on the stage together. It was then that you realized what you really had gotten yourself into. 

He was surprised that you even came, yes you guys had become close while working together but he didn’t think it would lead to anything after. You were currently facing away from him, and he couldn’t help but admire you as you did so. He liked the fact that you were so well put together. Your jeans were fitted perfectly and your thong peaked out slightly from the top of your waistband. When you entered the small room, the entire space began to smell like apple-scented perfume. The white long sleeve was also very fitted, which brought attention to your figure. You turned around once you noticed it had been silent for a while. Grabbing your purse, you pull out the cartoon of cigs. Bringing the lighter to it and taking a drag to light it. After taking a couple of puffs you pass it to Mike who leans forward with a groan. As he took his hit, a piece of ash fell onto his pants. You leaned down and brushed it off his knee. 

“So much for cutting back right?” he asked rhetorically. 

“Oh yeah, I did switch to Spirits though. My grandma swore by these,” you said taking it back. 

“Do you smoke weed?” he asked, you laughed and started digging through your bag and pulled out the Altoids container, grabbing the joint. 

“Will you get in trouble? For like, smoking on the job?” you asked. 

“Oh no, this place is abandoned. There’s usually nobody in and out of here that would notice,” he said. 

You lit the joint and took a deep drag, blowing the smoke at his face playfully. He laughed as he took the joint into his hands and inhaled. You put the cig out on the glass ashtray that sat on the desk. He commented on how good the flower tasted which made you relieved knowing he didn’t think it was reggie. You guys started talking about memories of working together. You guys would always take smoke breaks together and go to lunch every once and a while. Mike actually listened to what you had to say. He wasn’t the type of person that constantly changed to a conversation with himself. A lot of guys you spoke with were usually just telling you whatever you wanted to hear. Everything you had to say was so fascinating and impressive because they were just trying to butter you up. Mike would actually give his opinions on things and would tell you if he thought what you were saying was stupid. It was refreshing, to be honest, to have an interaction with the opposite sex without them drooling on you. You glanced over at Mike, maybe it was the weed but something felt different now. The way his legs were spread so widely made something in you feel hot. Eyes were now bloodshot, making the hazel color stand out even more than before. When he reached for the joint again, his hand brushed over yours. This made you make eye contact with him but then break away once the awkwardness set in. You looked down and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Are you still with Jackson?” he asked.

“What? Oh yeah, we broke up a while ago,” you said, rubbing your arm.

“Well, what happened? I mean… If you don’t mind me asking,” he said. 

“No it’s- he just..” you took a deep inhale and spoke as the smoke poured out of your mouth, “he was really aggressive like, not just with his words. Not saying he beat me or anything but some things are meant to be more sweet and gentle. Sorry, I don’t know why I'm telling you this,” you said, passing it back. 

“No, I’m the one who brought it up. He always was a little misogynistic when we talked, I’m sorry you were subjected to that,” he said. You were sitting on the desk, you kicked off your sandals and gently swung your legs back and forth. 

“Yeah, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be,” you sighed.

“For sure, you could do so much better than that,” he said. 

“Oh yeah? When you say better what do you mean by that?” you asked, leaning over to grab the joint. 

“Like if you said he was overly aggressive then you’ll find someone that is more gentle and shit,” he said, chuckling a little. 

“Oh, I see,” you moved your foot so that it was resting on his inner thigh before continuing, “Maybe you could show me?” you asked flirtatiously, he looked up and looked at you with a shocked expression. 

You used your leg to roll him closer to where you were sitting. He was now smirking, looking up at you. He let his hands slide up both your outer thighs. He pulled you off the desk so that you were now sitting in his lap facing him. You still had the joint in your hand, you took a hit before letting it sit on the ashtray. Your noses were touching and you were relieved to see that his breath was as fast as yours. Running your fingers through his hair, forcing his head to tilt back a little. You ran your bottom lip across his, arching your back and pressing your crotches together. He picked you up which caused you to wrap your legs around his waist. He set you on the desk again so that he was standing, hovering over you. You reached your hands down between your bodies, trying to unbuckle his belt. He stopped the kiss and chuckled at your eagerness and helped you. As you unzipped his jeans, one of his arms reached behind you and undid the clasps of your bra. The way he unhooked it with one hand made you throb. He pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in nothing but jeans. He still had his jeans on but now that his pants were undone, you could feel how hard he was through his boxers. It was like the heat coming off his dick was making your stomach feel warm and tight. Before he buried his face into your chest, the look on his face was almost primal. Like it was taking everything he had to keep his hands off of you. He took one of your breasts into his mouth and sucked, biting down every once in a while. He reached into his backpack that was sitting on the desk and pulled out a condom. He was breathing heavily and a couple of drips of sweat were beading down his forehead. As you unzipped your jeans you looked over at the security camera and thought you saw one of the animatronics move from the stage. You pulled away for a second to show him,

“Mike, I know we smoked and everything. Oh my god, I know this is going to be crazy but I swear I just saw one of those… things moved,” you said as he trailed kisses up your shoulder. 

“This is my third day here and I think that all the time. It’s just your head playing tricks on us because of how creepy they look,” he said, then tearing the foil package open. 

“Are you sure because I could have..” you started but then were interrupted by Mike throwing the still-packaged condom onto the desk and pressing a button that made both doors close around you. He then got down on his knees and gripped the top of your jeans, pulling them down. Instead of trying to pull your panties off of you, he simply pulls them to the side. Sticking his tongue in between your folds, massaging your clit. You had been in a dry spell since you broke up with Jackson and even then, he would never go down on you. The feeling of his mouth pressed against you was so euphoric, the moans that came out of your mouth were completely natural and unrehearsed. His pace was slow but he kept a steady rhythm which helped you chase to your climax. Instead of pulling at his hair, you cupped his face, gently stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. He looked up and made direct eye contact with you. His eyebrows were furrowed but when he saw the look on your face, his eyes closed and he groaned loudly. He grabbed your ankles and pushed your legs back so that your feet were now on the desk. You grabbed two fistfuls of hair and threw your head back, moaning loudly. The pressure of the top of your thighs being pressed into your lower stomach. Crying out as you cum, the moans came out strangled. As you started to come down from the wave of ecstasy, you began to feel insecure about how fast he made you cum. 

“God you are so fucking hot, like seriously I almost came in my boxers,” he said standing up and grabbing the condom. His lips were parted and his mouth was still covered in saliva. Without wiping his mouth, he slid the rubber onto his shaft. 

“Sorry, do you want to keep going?” he asked, you didn’t verbally respond. Instead, you grabbed him by his shirt and smashed your mouth into his. He moaned the word ‘fuck’ into your mouth before continuing kissing. He broke away to look down and line himself up with your entrance. You were still wet and swollen from the previous orgasm, enabling him to slide in with you easily. He dropped his forehead down on your shoulder, mouth open and moaning as he slowly started rocking back and forth into you. You scooted your ass down so that you could fully be pressed against his hips. The desk was continuously banging up against the wall. Your foreheads were now pressed together groaning and growling into each other’s mouth. Everything suddenly came to a halt when everything went dark. You both jump and start looking for any articles of clothing that are nearby. The big metal doors on both sides of you slam open so loud, that your ears start ringing. 

“What the fuck just happened!” you exclaim.

“The battery died,” he realizes. 

“Well has that ever happened while you’re working?” you asked.

“No,” he stated. 

“Holy fuck, do you hear that fucking music?” you whispered. 

[shawnxstyles]

personal

DATE: JULY 24, 2023

summary: you and harry are best friends who tell each other everything. or so you thought. when harry finds out you’ve barely done anything sexual, he offers to change that. and then things get a little… personal.

song: Glitch- taylor swift (this song seems fitting)

words: 6.5k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [rubbing, fingering, nipple play, praise kink], mirror sex, cum tasting??, dirty talk), and language.

note: i literally wrote this in a few days i think. this idea is so basic, but who doesn’t love a cliché concept? PART 2

bestfriend!fratrry x inexperienced!reader (because i literally write no one else and fratrry is the love of my life)

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Harry had a lot of friends. People that he grew up with and some that he met along the way that just stayed. But you were his number one overall, and he told you everything. You told him everything too.

Well, almost everything.

It never really caught his attention that you guys never talked about sex. You guys have been friends for 15 years, since you were five, so you’d think it would have been brought up at least once. But now that Harry thinks about it, he can’t think of one time you’ve talked about the act.

He didn’t think it would be like this. And he didn’t think you’d answer like that.

You and Harry were casually hanging out on a free school day, just like you always do. And then you start talking about this date you went on and how the guy was great. Harry was happy for you, he really was. All he wanted was to see his best friend happier than happy. However, being the best friend he was, he was nagging and joking with you.

“Think he’s the one, eh?” Harry jokes, nudging your shoulder playfully on your couch.

“Oh, stop it. Don’t get ahead of yourself,” You roll your eyes and cross your arms. Yeah, Mike seemed like a decent guy and maybe you could have a relationship for a short time, but he was nowhere near “the one.”

You weren’t too desperate for a relationship, you liked whatever came to you. This cute guy asked you on a date a week ago and you weren’t going to say no. Because what if he was the one? He wasn’t, but what if?

“Imagine it, Doll,” Harry started. He began calling you Doll when you two were just kids. You loved to collect dolls of all sorts, but you never dared to take them out of the box. Harry thought it was silly, but also cool. “picket white fence, beautiful lake house. Kids runnin’ ‘round—”

He saw your face cringe at the word kids. He tilted his head in confusion, arm moving to rest behind you on the couch. He scoots closer to you and waits for you to respond.

“No kids for me,” You awkwardly chuckle. It seemed almost sad the way you sounded.

“What? Thought you wanted to be a mum?”

“Not anymore,” You breathed out with an awkward smile, “need a husband to do that.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout getting a husband. Shouldn’t stop you from wanting ‘em,” Harry smiled sincerely at you and you nodded while looking down.

“Plus, you could always just go out on the street and ask some good-lookin’ lad to be the father of your kids!” You socked Harry hard in the shoulder. He lets out a hearty laugh because he always ruins a sweet moment with a stupid joke. That’s just how you like it though.

“I’m not a prostitute!”

“Never said tha’.”

“Can we just watch some TV? You’re annoying me,” You roll your eyes as you reach for the remote. Harry continues to laugh as you switch the television on.

When you’re indecisive, you toss the remote to Harry and he shuffles through the stations. He lands on a random one, also indecisive. You guys were too similar sometimes.

“Look on your phone for somethin’ and then I’ll find it. I’m done searching.”

“You looked for like two seconds!” You laughed at his laziness. He shrugs with a smile, leaning into the couch. Again, you roll your eyes playfully before doing a bit of research on your phone.

Suddenly, a moan echoes throughout your living room and your whole body stiffens up. Harry notices and tears his eyes away from the screen, which was portraying the sexy noises. You don’t look at him even though you can feel his eyes burning into you.

“Alright?” he asked out of concern, peering at your rigidness. He’s only ever seen you get like that when you were anxious or scared, but nothing happened. Maybe you saw something scary on your phone?

“Uh, yeah,” You squeaked as the TV moaned again. Your face cringes and you force yourself to keep your eyes on your phone.

“Y/N, seriously,” Harry stares between you and the screen when she noisily moans again. The woman was being eaten out by the man and was being overly loud. Her back was arching and her breasts were on display. The movie was inappropriate, 18+ for sure, but it was nothing you hadn’t seen before. Right? You were both 21 years old.

“This… just makes me a tad uncomfortable is all,” You answered honestly, voice quiet as your legs tightened together. Harry’s eyebrows pursed together.

“Uncomfortable? Why?” he couldn’t help the question that slipped out of his mouth. He was too curious to know why a little movie made you stiff yet fidgety.

Unless… you were feeling something different than uncomfortable.

“No,” You shook your head and attempted to push yourself off the couch. Harry didn’t hesitate to grab your wrist and pull you back. He didn’t want you to run away and for you to feel like you couldn’t tell him something.

“Just tell me.”

“No,” You stood your ground, way too embarrassed to say something. Way too embarrassed to admit that you’ve never had sex before. Way too embarrassed to admit you’ve never done anything more than rub your own clit. Once. And it didn’t even feel that good.

Your skin was fiery and… tingly. Harry was much closer to you than he previously was because he pulled you closer to him. Your bare thighs were touching, warm on warm with a sudden spark. You didn’t know you weren’t breathing until you inhaled deeply at Harry’s hooking stare.

“Doll, you tell me everything, but you can’t tell me why a little porn makes you uncomfortable? Because I know it’s tha’.”

“Ugh,” You groaned between clenched teeth. You threw your head back until it hit the top of the couch. Harry’s grip on your wrist never left you. He squeezed it reassuringly, letting you know that he supports you in whatever you’re going to say.

Are you really about to say it?

“Y/N, just—”

“No.”

“I thought we were best friends—”

“Do not pull that card!”

“But—”

“I’ve never had sex before, okay?” You shouted over Harry’s pleading voice and the echoing moans from the television. You’d think by the time you had a whole argument they’d be done having sex, but nope.

Harry was cut off, so his mouth was slacked open. Once he realizes his jaw is on the floor, he blinks a few times to really process what you’ve said. If you had told anyone else, they would have harshly judged you. Harry wasn’t necessarily too different, but he was your best friend, and he was going to try his hardest not too. Harry was just more shocked if anything. He had a handful of different bodies, enough to give him a good amount of experience. So when he finds out you’ve done nothing, he’s beyond surprised to his core.

“But you’ve had so many dates,” Harry looks over at your face, which was looking down at your lap. Your wrist was still trapped in his hand, but you were twiddling your thumbs like you were in trouble. He starts rubbing reassuring circles with his thumb over your knuckle. Your skin was so hot, and Harry’s theory of you being turned on continued in his mind.

Did you even know what that meant? You were naive, right?

“So? That doesn’t mean anything,” Your attitude was shining through. But deep down, you were more embarrassed than anything. This was just your coping mechanism. And of course, Harry knew that.

“Surely you’ve done something else,” Harry suggests. You pin him with a knowing look and a long blink.

“I haven’t,” You answered before even hearing his question. He clearly doesn’t care about your reply because he’s asking you a series of interrogation questions.

“Have you had someone eat you out—” Harry points to the screen, but it was on a commercial break now. You got the point, but Harry clearly didn’t.

“No,” You grumbled.

“What about fingering—”

“No.”

“A toy?”

“Where would I even buy that?”

“Or—”

“No, Harry. Nothing.”

“Not even rubbing?” he asks. You stay quiet, unsure if you want to admit the one-time experiment you did.

Why does it even matter? You tried it and you realized you don’t like it, so you never have to do it again right?

“Not… really,” You hesitated. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion while your skin burned at boiling temperature.

“Humping?”

“No—I tried to…” You couldn’t get the words out. Not ever you’d think. But especially not with Harry so close to you. His body was warm, not as warm as yours, but it was eliciting something inside of you that you couldn’t comprehend. The way he nonchalantly said so many dirty things made you dizzy.

“Tried to what?” Harry was thinking of so many things you could say. He wanted to finish your sentence, just like how he wanted to finish you until you were crying his name and soaking him. But he wanted to hear you say it. He’s never thought of you in such an explicit way, but with the words and tension floating in the air it was hard not to.

“…do it myself.”

“And how did that work out, Doll?”

“Um,” You didn’t expect him to ask. Your neck and cheeks light up in small flames. Where did this come from? “I…”

“What? I thought you could tell me anything?” When your eyes flickered up to his, they were a dark, swirling green you’ve never seen on his face before. Your heart skipped a dangerous beat, frightened with anticipation.

“I know, I can. But this… it’s different.”

“How so?”

“It’s personal—”

“Best friends are personal.”

“But not like this. Best friends don’t do this,” You tried to get up again, nearly ripping yourself away from his grip. But you were in too deep now. Harry wasn’t going to let this one slide. His mind was thinking about one thing and one thing only.

You.

He yanks you back and twirls you around, releasing your wrist in the process. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you down to his lap. You couldn’t contain the slight gasp you let out at the feeling of his strong legs beneath you. Your legs were on either side of him, tempting to squeeze shut. Every movement you made Harry would feel in this position.

“Best friends can say anything. They can do anything too,” Harry’s hands caress your thighs. They’re comforting and inviting, but are also sending a field of goosebumps along your skin warning you to flee. It’s hard to focus on anything but his touch and the vibration of his words through the air. “Now, tell me, did you rub yourself?”

“Yes,” You stutter, trying to stop your hips from squirming on his lap. He notices and grips one side of your body to steady you. It only makes you want to shift more. His touch was almost overwhelming, but you wanted more of it.

Was it wrong to want more of your best friend’s touch?

“Did it feel good?”

“No,” A part inside of you was a bit disappointed that it felt so bland. You thought masturbation was this great thing, and that’s why people did it so frequently. You heard it was also a stress-reliever, but for you, it was just a stress-inducer. Harry could tell by your tone that you weren’t lying.

“Well, you probably weren’t doing it right,” Harry replies and you look up at him with a slightly startled expression and a scoff. You didn’t expect his response to be so straightforward, like he was a doctor diagnosing you with some disease.

“How could I do it wrong? Don’t I just rub…?”

“Baby, it’s much more than that,” Harry said sincerely. He’s never called you baby before, but the nickname had your heart jumping. “Were you even wet?”

“What? I—probably? I don’t remember…”

“You would remember.”

“The experience wasn’t very memorable,” You grumble with an eye roll.

“Do you want me to show you?”

His question had your head spiraling. He wanted to what? There is no way. There is no way those words just left Harry, your best friend’s, mouth.

“W-what? That’s way too personal!” Your eyes were wide and your skin was burning. You were nearly dizzy with this whole conversation and your stomach was tight. You thought you might need to lie down for a while.

Maybe you were sick. Yeah, that’s it.

“Best friends are personal, Doll. Just let me show you, yeah? And then we never have to talk about it again. If y’don’t want. Please,” Harry’s charm was convincing you. Everything about him was luring you in, completely different than ever before. The way his eyes was dark and his touch was warm made you feel wanted and needed, which was contrary to your past dates. They didn’t look at you this way, nearly beg for you this way. They didn’t show you anything. They wanted you because they wanted to get their dick wet, but they hated the idea of a virgin.

And Harry’s familiar. He’s safe. You don’t have to be afraid when you’re with him. But then why are you so nervous?

Harry was willing to teach you how to do the one thing you’ve been curious about your whole life, and you’re going to pass up the opportunity, why? Because he’s your best friend?

Isn’t that supposed to make it better?

“Okay, fine,” You inhaled as your hands gripped onto his T-shirt on his shoulders. You had convinced yourself to let the words slip out. “Show me.”

You were agreeing almost as if this wasn’t a big deal for you. But to Harry, it was. He would take your firsts, and something about that filled him with pride. A smirk slowly rides up on his lips, “Now?”

A blush cascades through your body. Of course he didn’t mean right now!

“I-I thought you meant—”

“Shh, relax, Doll. I was just makin’ sure,” he smirks again, pulling you closer to him. He loved watching you get all squirmy and flustered more than he thought. You could feel his body heat more than ever now, and you’re surprised you lasted this long on his lap without dying. “I’m going to give you a few options, okay?”

With anxiousness, you nodded and swallowed.

“When we do this, you have to talk. So use your words, Y/N,” You knew he was being serious when he said your name, so you replied with yes and then he was giving you your options.

“So, I can lay you down right here on the couch and show you how to rub your little clit,” his explicit words were making your privates ache, but it wasn’t painful. It kind of felt… good? You felt a foreign liquid dampen your underwear, and you can only assume that’s the wetness Harry was talking about. “Or, you can do it yourself on m’thigh with my help. Which one sounds like something y’want to do?”

“The first one,” You answered, painfully desperate to squeeze your legs together to stop this ache. “But how will I see what you’re doing?”

Harry thought for a moment. You made a good point. How were you supposed to learn simply from feeling? Harry knew you were a bit of a visual learner, so he wanted to make sure you saw how to pleasure yourself correctly. And he knew the perfect way to do that.

“I actually have a third option. But s’not really a choice anymore,” Harry doesn’t say anything after, he just lifts himself and you off the couch without warning. You wrap your arms and legs around his body like a koala, making sure you don’t fall. His warmth encompasses you back and you wish you could just stay there forever.

Familiar. Safe.

When your head peers up from his shoulder, you’re in his bathroom. Your eyebrows pinch together, curious as to what his third choice was.

He sets you down on the floor until your feet are planted. You unwrap your arms from him, still confused.

“Do you trust me, Y/N?” Harry’s eyes were still dark, and you wondered if they would ever go back to the strong, emerald green they used to be.

“Yes, of course,” You didn’t hesitate to answer. There was no one that you trusted more than Harry that wasn’t in your bloodline.

“Okay,” Harry breathes, “Strip f’me. Keep your bra and underwear on.”

You nearly questioned him in shock. But then you remembered what the whole goal of this was. He was going to show you how and you were going to listen, right? So you did.

Carefully, you stripped yourself of your clothes. He’s seen you in bathing suits before, and some were revealing, so this can’t be as bad, right? Harry didn’t peel his eyes away although you wanted him to. He hasn’t seen you naked since you two were little kids, and even though you weren’t naked, it felt like you were with his burning gaze. Obviously, there were some changes too. Like height, hair, breasts, ass… the whole thing. Harry doesn’t say anything until you’re in your undergarments.

A swimsuit is definitely different.

“Good. Now, c’mere,” Harry sits down on the floor, a few feet away from his full-body mirror. His body was up against the bathtub wall to keep himself steady. You slowly lowered yourself to the floor, wondering what was going on through his head.

He pulls you between his legs until you’re pressed against his body. His warmth radiated through you far better with less clothes on and your body ached some more. Your legs closed to squeeze it away.

“Nuh uh,” he declines. Harry grips your thighs with his ringed fingers and yanks them apart. You gasp at the extreme vulnerability and the coolness that waves over your privates. He throws your legs over his and bends them slightly, making you unable to move at all. “Keep them open, yeah?”

You nodded, but that’s not what he told you to do.

“Words.”

“Yes. Keep them open.”

“Good girl. You’re learning,” Harry smiled and looked towards the mirror. His eyes instantly zoomed in on the growing wet patch on the front of your cotton panties, and he couldn’t help but smirk. He saw and felt your body squirming similarly like how you were on his lap. He’s had a rock-hard cock since this conversation started, so he’s not surprised if you can feel his hard-on poking your back through his shorts.

His hands rested on your knees as you watched him in the mirror. The entirety of it all was extremely erotic, like something that would be on TV.

“If you like something, tell me. If you hate something, tell me. It’s important that you do so, okay? It helps both of us learn.”

“Okay,” You were nearly shaking with anticipation. You were so nervous, but why? It’s just Harry. It’s just Harry. “I kind of like when you say I’m doing a good job. Makes me feel… nice.”

“Yeah?” Harry tried to conceal the smirk that threatened to rise on his lips. Of course his best friend, who happened to be the most innocent person in the world, had a praise kink. It just made too much sense. “Like when I call you a good girl?”

You sighed and nodded, but Harry didn’t say anything this time. He just kept going.

One of his hands rested on your knee, tracing delicate circles. He stayed in the same spot, for god knows how long, and you wondered when he would do something. He seemed to be in a trance. He was hyper-focusing on every centimeter with those circles, and although you were getting impatient, you felt cared for.

One of his hands snakes to your chest and rubs your nipple through your bra. Just when you were about to protest, his fingers moved a tad lower. The roughness of his pads tickled your skin just right and caused your thighs to squirm. It was entertaining for Harry to watch you get all squirrely from such a simple touch.

He’s going to have fun with you.

“It… tickles,” You observe as your eyes look down at his fingers, very gradually moving closer to that ache in between your legs. You felt like a kid exploring a new world for the first time; naive and curious.

“What does?”

“Your fingers,” You stare at him in the mirror almost as if he’s stupid. What else would tickle?

“Does this tickle?” Harry’s knuckle brushes the inside of your thighs, lower than he’s been. You inhale at the subtle sensitivity.

“Not much,” You answer, and his knuckle continues to sway leisurely. Your breath picks up, rising faster at his hand’s proximity.

“What about this?” His index finger traces the hem of your panties with purpose. You gasp when he gets deep in between your legs, outlining your cunt with ease. Your legs attempt to shut with a shake, shying away from the vulnerability, but it’s impossible with his strong legs prying you open.

“A-a little.”

“And this?”

As if his touch could be anymore teasing, he finally dances along your clothed cunt, tracing your lips with curiosity of how you’d react. A mix of a sigh and a moan wavers out of you unintentionally, hips pushing closer towards his finger. Your mind blanks, light and fuzzy. Your face immediately falls to gaze at his movements, attracted to the air-headed feeling.

“Eyes on the mirror,” Harry demands while delicately caressing you. It was ironic, really. His voice was so rough and stoic while his touch was ever so gentle. With a few blinks, you're focusing in on the mirror, obeying his command. “How does this feel? Does it tickle?”

“Good, and yes,” You swallow your moan as his finger keeps petting you lightly. You were almost getting used to it, but you wanted more. “Is this what I was supposed to do?”

“Sort of. This is called foreplay. Heard of tha’?”

“I think so?” You were breathless.

“S’basically where I get you all wet and ready f’me. You like that?”

“L-love and hate relationship right now,” You pant as his finger rises away from your weeping, covered hole and travels up to your clit. You choke out a gasp as he strokes it nonchalantly.

“Oh,” Your hand drops to his thigh, gripping it strongly as your body begins to tingle. You strain your neck to keep your eyes on the mirror ahead of you, trying to watch how he does it.

His familiar smirk never fades from his face, cheeks a tad rosy from the heat waving between you two. His wrist is probably sore from the tedious, repeated movements he does. His thick fingers delicately circle your covered clit, applying generous pressure until you’re panting.

“More. I think I need more,” You suggest when his pace stays a consistent speed. You needed to feel his fingers on your bare skin. If he was going to touch you, you wanted him to just do it already.

“Y’think?” Harry’s tone was taunting yet serious. He wanted you to be firm with what you wanted. He didn’t want you to second-guess your own pleasure. If you needed more, you needed to tell him that. The best way for that to happen was for him to train you. “Beg for it.”

As your head becomes floaty with the stimulation, you don’t even hesitate to throw out pleads.

“Please, Harry. I-I need it, need more,” Your head slowly falls back onto his shoulder before his touch is gone. “Wha—”

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to see you. All of you. He needed to see what he did to you, and if you were really as desperate as you seemed. As shocking as this all may be to you, it was just as shocking to Harry. He couldn’t believe he was this turned on from his best friend’s inexperience. He’s always liked when a girl knew what she was doing and knew how to reciprocate. But something about Harry teaching you and showing you the ropes just fills him with a kind of power and pride that he can’t get from anywhere else. And he’s feasting off of it.

“M’gonna take these off, alright?”

“Everything? O-okay,” He unclipped your bra as you slowly slid down your panties. The tile beneath you was colder than before, but Harry’s warm body behind you kept you comforted.

“Have you heard of the traffic light system?” he asks, hands resting gently on your bare shoulders. He gets straight into the safety part first. It also distracts him from ogling your naked figure against him. He could feel his cock twitch in his briefs at your fluttering pussy and peaked nipples.

“I assume you don’t mean the ones used for driving?” You both chuckle and break some of the swollen tension in the room. It was a nice little reminder that it’s just Harry.

“No, Doll. The one for safety and consent,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, no, I’ve never heard of it.”

“If you say red, I’ll stop instantly and ask what made y’red. Communication is key. If y’say yellow, I’ll slow down and ask you again. And then we can either continue or stop, whatever y’want. But if your color is green, I’ll keep going. Understand, love?”

There was a lot of information, but you were able to keep up. It was actually similar to the traffic light system, which makes the name very fitting. You reply with a firm yes to note that you understand.

All while he was talking and explaining everything, you were getting used to looking at yourself in the mirror. You weren’t always confident in your body, but staring at it in between Harry’s made you feel safe and sexy somehow.

Before your mind can wander too far, Harry’s hands are falling down until they’re at your nipples. His rough fingers lightly pinch the already-hard buds until you’re pushing up into his touch. The warmth and the nakedness made you overly flushed all over. He gropes your breasts with care, slyly sliding another hand down lower.

Throughout this entire process, you’ve been soaking; in your underwear, in your shorts, and now on his bathroom tile. Your lower body has been throbbing in desire to be aided, and Harry seems to know just what you need.

His fingers hover right above your mound that’s screaming for him to go lower. Your heart rams against your chest in anticipation of his bare hands on your bare body, on your most sacred and vulnerable parts. No one has ever touched you beside yourself. A small part inside of you was glad that the first person was Harry because you knew you wouldn’t regret it.

Right?

“Stop thinking s’much,” he says, rubbing a warm palm over your belly. His face moves your head, so his lips can kiss your temple reassuringly. You slightly arch your back, so maybe he could see how desperate you are. Your legs were still spread by his, so you know he can see your wetness. If you can see it, so can he. “Just let me show you how it’s done.”

“Okay, Mr. Cocky,” You roll your eyes as he shifts your hair behind your ear, “What if I don’t even like it?”

“The name is very fitting. But that’s for a different day,” he says with a cocky smirk on his face. Now that sounds like something Harry would say. But your entire face gets warm and your head gets a little fuzzy when you actually imagine it. “and you will. Trust me.”

You take a deep breath. You weren’t sure how far you guys were going to go, but you’ve never felt more ready and more safe. With the system Harry told you about and all his reassurance, it was clear that even if he was teaching you, you were the one that had all the control.

“Now watch me.”

With those words his hand turns into just one finger and resumes on your clit. You gasp into the air as your body jolts. The roughness of his thumb paints your arousal over and over on your skin.

“This little thing is important. Don’t neglect it.”

His rhythm is slow and tedious as he circles the nub. You see and feel him dip down to collect some more of your wetness as he continues stroking you.

“How’s this? Color?” he gruffs in your ear while staring at you darkly in the mirror. You could barely understand him because you were panting embarrassingly and trying your hardest to focus on the reflecting glass in front of you.

“Good! Wait—green,” You corrected yourself as a moan elicited from you, his touch feeling even better each second.

“Good girl.”

“Fuck,” You feel yourself clench around nothing but your own wetness at his words. You both watch as the liquid quenches out of your dripping hole, making Harry groan from behind you.

“Do y’think you can handle one finger? Hm?” his voice rolls perfectly into your ear as he twists your peaked nipple. You couldn’t control your moans at the pleasure. His voice sounded just as good as the feeling of his hands.

“Yes, yes. Harry, please,” You nearly cried from how bad you needed it. You didn’t even know you needed it this bad. You thought you were going to hate this feeling, but you’re far from it.

“So submissive, so responsive,” Harry’s middle finger pushes against your hole, teasing the opening. You hold your breath as he makes you wait. “Breathe, Doll. Relax.”

Your eyes close for a moment. You breathe deep and feel your limbs lose their sudden tenseness. Before you can open them again, Harry’s finger is slotting inside of you easily. A gasp falls from your mouth as your hand grips on his meaty thigh for support.

“O-oh.” The feeling was insane. Intense. Nearly overwhelming. You clenched around his digit, consuming and caging it like it would fade away.

You’re so tight around him, he swears his finger might fall off. Harry’s cock is pulsing and pleading behind your back, but you don’t seem to notice. He’s making sure he doesn’t rut into you, but it’s so difficult when you’re all spread out and submissive for him.

He’s never thought of you like this, but fuck, now he can’t think of you any other way.

“Color, Doll?” Harry grumbles in your ear, voice low and breathy as it fans over your skin warmly.

“Green. What’s more than green? B-blue? Just–don’t stop–God,” Your squeaky voice rambled as his finger pumped in and out slowly. You can hear his smile behind your screwed eyes. The pad of his thumb rubbed delicate circles over your throbbing clit to escalate the pleasure.

Your chest was beating fast when your legs started to shake. Your hips bucked closer to his hands, needing more as you chase the glorious feeling.

“Look at you, takin’ me so well,” Harry praises, subtly curling his finger as your back arches. You know that one finger isn’t a lot, barely anything, but you were melting at the praise that Harry gave you. His constant encouragement is what made you putty in his hands. Literally.

“Harry,” You moaned into the heated air, causing Harry to groan desperately behind you. And you’re not too stupid to deflect that Harry might be turned on from the scene unfolding. If you knew more, if you knew better, you would have offered to help him after. But you were inexperienced, and you assumed he wouldn’t want someone to give him head who could possibly bite his dick off.

“Are you close, baby? Hm? Gonna come for the first time on my hand?”

“Y-yes! Please,” You begged as you climbed your high, wondering what the top would feel like if the chase was this blissful.

Your head falls restlessly on his shoulder while his right hand keeps focusing on your cunt. It was covered in your arousal as his pace picked up. The stimulation was almost too much, your body wanted to push away. But your mind was pleading to feel a release you know your body needed.

“Is it gonna h-hurt?” You groaned as your cunt clenched around him again, stomach tensing. A strong rush you assumed could only be an orgasm was approaching you all too fast.

“No, Doll. It’s gonna feel real good,” He twisted your nipple again, pushing you over the edge. You felt his thumb and index pinch your clit, causing you to scream his name against his chest. “Look in the mirror. Watch yourself fall apart f’me. Watch and make sure this time is memorable.”

You always thought Harry had a way with words. You never thought that about dirty talking though. His hands were as skillful as can be, and maybe one day you’ll be able to make yourself feel as good as he made you feel. But his words are something that you’ll never be able to treat yourself with. You don’t think you’ll ever meet another person whose voice is as fitting as Harry’s.

With his demanding tone, you came right over the edge. An overwhelming ripple of pleasure ceased through your body, shaking your legs to the max. Soundless moans and clawing nails were all you were capable of as you came on his large hand. Although you were straining, you never took your eyes off of the mirror. He told you to look at yourself as you came, but you were only staring at the glaring green eyes reflecting back at you. He rubbed all of your orgasm until you were trembling from overstimulation.

Just when you thought he was done, he raised his ringed hand to his mouth and tasted you. You thought that was something that they only did porn or movies. You swallowed intensely as his hum vibrated through you.

“Do you always… taste it?”

“If I think it’ll taste good,” he smirked as you scooted forward to grab your shirt. As you throw it over your head, you just had to ask.

“Did mine taste any good?” You slightly cringed as you asked the question. Does cum usually taste good? What does it even taste like?

His smirk widens, a hint of evilness rising, “do you want to find out?”

Your skin flushes even against the chilling tile. Your heart skips a beat at trying yourself. You hadn’t ever thought of it before. But you’ve come (literally) this far tonight, so why not just take it a little further?

“O-okay,” You slowly lift up your shirt, revealing your fucked-out cunt to him again. “So I just…?”

“May I?” he suggests.

“Yes.”

Two of Harry’s fingers swipe over your cunt, which was still covered in a mix of your arousal and cum. You jolted from the stimulation, tensing quickly before his touch was gone.

“Open,” and without thinking, you do. Your mouth falls open as his fingers lay flat on your tongue. Salty and creamy, it spreads over your tastebuds. You hummed around his fingers just like he did because it tasted good. Yeah, it was a bit odd, but once you got past that, you realized how erotic and sexy it was. “How’s it taste?”

After a bit of suckling on his digits, he puts them out way too soon for your liking. “Good, actually.” You creak from your dry throat.

“I think so too. Let’s clean you up real quick.”

Still sitting on the floor, a warm, wet towel soothes your sensitiveness as he wipes away all of your liquids. A smile broke out on his face when he finished before his hand landed on top of your head. He shook your hair like crazy until it was already wilder than it was. The action was childlike and friendly, almost as if everything between you guys never happened and you were back to square one. It was better that way, though. Right? To just go back to how everything used to be?

Harry grabs the small hand towel and exits his bathroom. You assume he went to discard it and add it to his laundry, but you just sat there in oblivion. You already missed his touch, longing for something you should’ve never even had in the first place. He was the one that offered himself to teach you, but now you’ve been taught, so where do you guys go now? Are you really supposed to just go back to the way it was?

He saw you in ways that no one else has before. You always thought that you would be intimate and have your groups of firsts with someone that you were dating, someone that you loved. Because of this, you realized that Harry was the safe option. Doing this with Harry changed your views on everything, and your body, heart, and mind couldn’t keep up with the rapid reversal.

You knew that Harry had a few notches in his belt. But were they all from relationships or just one-night stands? You didn’t know because you two rarely ever discussed the topic. Was it easy for Harry to go from girl to girl? Or did he get attached like you?

If there was one thing you always feared from sex and sexual doings, it was the intense attachment. You had heard about the infamous addiction intimacy laces within your veins that makes you crave a person. Now that you’ve been with Harry, that won’t happen to you, right?

You’ve known Harry forever, yet you’ve never craved him. He’s your best friend, and you’ve never seen him as more than that. If it was anyone else, you’d probably lose all control because you have no significant relationship with them. It would be easy to latch onto anybody because it would be easy to lose them too. Harry, on the other hand, was not easy to lose.

The last thing you want is to convince yourself of anything. You don’t want to “crave” Harry just because you saw something about an article online about “sexual chemicals fusing.” You couldn’t. No, it was too risky.

You’ve known Harry forever, so you couldn’t lose him forever too.

“I think I found a good movie to watch!” Harry’s voice echoes from his living room and all the way into the bathroom where you haven’t moved a muscle. Your overthinking was louder than it’s ever been. With a shaky breath, you rise from the tiles and stare at your disheveled appearance in the mirror. The same mirror you watched Harry finger fuck you with.

“Be out there in a second!” You shout back as your heart beats rapidly from his heartwarming voice laughing loudly at something. You clutched your chest, wondering why the fuck you were feeling the organ lurch for him in a way that wasn’t meant for him.

You knew that it was way too fucking personal.

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thanks for reading angels 😙 part 2

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[pyr0-kai]

Could you maybe write a mike x reader that the reader has a crush on Mike for a long time now secretly but dont dare tell him because she just can't is too shy and Abby helps reader and Mike to find together with her drawings since she noticed how they look at each other every time but no one says anything and maybe with just fluffy please. The reader knows mike a long time and knows what he is going through and Mike did become distance from the reader but the reader is still here for him when he needs it too.. And they kiss too :)

Hiiii, thank you for my first official request!! I hope you like it!

There shouldn’t be anything to spoiler-y just some tooth rotting fluff and bad writing!! (And one spicy reference ish? Nothing too bad)

Also So sorry, my art class was watching the little mermaid today so its been in the back of my mind.

Abby, The Little Matchmaker

You had moved in next door to the Schmidt house a few years ago. Mike was watched out the window the day you moved in, while eating breakfast with Abby one morning. He saw you outside of the window, and he wasn’t trying to stare, but ended up staring at your driveway, watching you bring in and out boxes of stuff from one of those large moving trucks. Abby finished a little doodle before looking up, seeing her big brother staring. When Abby spoke up, he zapped out of his little trance.

As a lot of time had passed you had gotten to know him somewhat well. Sometimes he would talk with you from the other side of your fence, or you two would sit on the curb or one of your porches together and just chat about random stuff. As he became more focused on his work, trying and failing to keep a good few job, he slowly began to, unintentionally, become distant. No longer speaking to you directly. But he still would watch you from the window of his kitchen if he saw you pretty [hair color] flash in the corner of his vision. Often seeing you playing with your younger sibling, or younger family members.

Once he landed the job at Freddy’s, he knew he would need help. And you were the best and only person he could really think to ask. It was awkward but, you agreed. Excited to officially meet his little sister, and hopefully see more of him once again. Thats how you ended up watching over Abby once he started working late nights.

Abby was very shy at first, but as time past, and you spent more time at the Schmidt house, she began to open up a bit, talking more and inviting you to draw with her. She also noticed though, how awkward you were with Mike. How you two both seemed to like each other a lot, but it was strange.

One evening however, it was just you and Abby. One of her favorite movies, The Little Mermaid was playing in the background, and she was drawing. Not looking up from the paper, she spoke.

“Hey, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah Abby? Whats up?”

“Do you like my brother? I mean, Like-Like him?”

Your face flustered at that question.

“N-Not like that no… We are just friends really.” You replied, voice cracking a bit.

She turns her head and looks at you.

“Oh really? At dinner sometimes when I mention you, he always says you’re pretty and appreciates you being friends and taking care of me at night. Also, sometimes when i’m not asleep yet, I hear weird noises, and your name coming from his room.”

She notices your face and how red it gets from hearing her speak. She knew you had a crush on him, no matter how much you tried to deny it. Then she turned her head back, smirked to to herself and grabbed a new piece of paper, before heading back into her room, to plan.

Later, Mike invited you to stay for breakfast. He was cooking up some slightly burnt scrambled eggs while you were tapping your nails on the kitchen table. After what Abby had told you, it became even more difficult to talk to him.

Abby came out of her room a few minutes later, a piece of folded paper in her pj pocket. She sat at the table, across from you, wishing you and Mike a good morning. You 3 ate Mike’s slightly burnt food, as Abby told you about a project she’s excited to start at school. Once the food was done, and the dishes were put in the sink, Abby perked up again.

“I drew this for both pf you! Don’t open it until I’m back in my room please!”

You and Mike both nodded as she dashed off into her room to get ready for school. You stood next to Mike as he unfolded the sheet of paper. The inside revealing a picture of You, Mike, And Abby, all happily hugging. You and Mike looked at each other, admiring each other’s eyes. Before you both heard Kiss the girl, from The Little Mermaid start playing from the Cassette player in Abby’s room.

You two both looked at each other, the paper still in Mike’s hand.

“Did Abby tell you that I like you?” He asked.

“Yeah, did she say that I like you..?”

You replied.

But you’re dying to try

You wanna kiss the girl

Yes, you want her

The song played, while you and mike looked each other. He gulped before leaning in slightly for a kiss, and you met his lips halfway. The kiss was everything you both wanted, soft, loving and passionate.

“I love you…”

He spoke.

“I love you too…”

You replied.

The song ended from Abbys room, and you both heard her shout

“I KNEW IT!”

You and Mike both laughed before he pulled you into a tight hug. To this very day, the specific picture Abby drew is framed and sits on a shelf. She draws all 3 of you together much more, loving how happy it makes you all. This always ends with a group hug, as well as you and mike sharing a loving kiss.

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

Some things I’ve noticed on my second viewing of “Five Nights at Freddy’s” (2023)

(Some of these are obvious, don’t @ me, I’m autistic and I had work the day I first watched the film so my brain was all over the place)

Once again, SPOILERS ARE UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE AVOIDING SPOILERS!!!!

On my first viewing I thought that showing the security guard at the very start loosening the bolts of the chair straps was a fake out to make us believe he’d escape, but actually he loosened the bolts which is how Mike was able to escape later on

Just want to say that the opening credits are fucking cool and I love them so much

In my previous post about things in the FNAF movie, I incorrectly said there was no Golden Freddy - Golden Freddy is in fact in the film, he’s the one who goes to the house/kills Aunt Jane/is in the taxi

Following on from the above point, I said last time that I thought the cupcake was the fifth ghost child but I actually think it’s Golden Freddy to be honest - the blonde girl was obviously Chica, the boy with the bunny ears was Bonnie, the ginger boy was Foxy, and then there was the blonde boy and another boy with a top hat on. I originally thought that the blonde boy who wore the brown shirt was Freddy because he seemed like the leader, but now I’m wondering if the boy with the top hat was Freddy and the leader boy was in fact Golden Freddy (given his blonde hair)? I’m interested to hear what everyone else thinks

This is obvious but the doctor foreshadowed the ending because she told Mike that drawings are powerful tools for children to express things and understand things, and that’s exactly how Abby communicated to the gang at the end that Afton was responsible for their deaths

^side note but as an early years practitioner at a nursery/for preschool children, it’s actually true that pictures are used to help children learn things even before they can read, write or talk. I don’t know, it just interested me to be like “oh yeah that’s true!!”

There was not that much focus on Mike’s dad, like he was seen so briefly compared to his mom, which makes me wonder if there’s something to it that might be revealed in a future film. Like maybe his “dad” isn’t his dad or something? Because in the game canon, William is his father, so… I don’t know. I also saw someone else point out that in the training video Mike watched, there was a man working on the animatronics who maybe looked like the actor playing Mike’s dad, so maybe his dad worked there with the animatronics?

The film appears to be set in 2000; I’m 90% sure the security cam of Mike in the careers office showed the date as being in 2000, but if someone else can clarify or confirm the exact date then that would be great. It would make sense though because Garret presumably went missing around the same time as the ghost kids (in the 80s), so the film being set in the present day (meaning Mike would be in his 50s) would make zero sense. Also the mobile phones/computers all seem like they come from the early 2000s

Someone on Twitter pointed out that one of Abby’s drawings on her wall appeared to be a red airplane, which could just be an indication/foreshadowing of her knowledge of Garret’s disappearance (his toy airplane) but also someone else said it could have been 9/11 which….?!?! If this film is set in 2000, then that’s FUCKED

(I think it’s either a random drawing or to do with Garret’s toy tbh but the idea of her having foresight of 9/11 is fucking horrifying)

I’m still not totally sure which animatronic the gang were going to force Abby into, like it’s one with spring locks and at first I thought it might be Circus Baby but it doesn’t really look like her. It looks almost like a marionette or something? And I mean, yeah, it could be that they changed the design a bit but they literally stayed faithful to the designs of all the animatronics in the series so… you know.

Desperate to know if Matthew Lillard is aware of the fact that his DILF status has been multiplied by one hundred after this film like can someone check in on him and see if he’s alright? 💀 the FNAF girlies fans are frankly RABID about Afton

On that note, I wonder if Josh Hutcherson or Matthew Lillard have ever played any FNAF games, like were they fans before being cast or…? I really wish we could have content of them talking about the film or promoting it, but Hollywood refuses to pay their actors fairly so 🤷‍♀️

Listen, I ADORE both Josh and Matthew anyway but in this film I feel like Matthew especially stood out??? Maybe it’s just the character he’s playing but he ATE this role up (so did Josh but still)

I feel like the springlock scene was actually more terrifying upon a second viewing like at my first one I was like “that’s not as bad as I imagined” but this time I was like “holy shit he’s in agony” like his screams were PAINFUL to listen to

Speaking of painful to listen to, Freddy gave this really guttural and pained roar/scream at one point during the ending and it really made my heart hurt, it’s like the child inside of him was reliving the memory of their murder or something??? I can’t describe it but it was such an intense moment

I honest to god feel like I enjoyed it more on a second viewing and I don’t know why??? Maybe it’s just because the other people in my cinema weren’t laughing every five minutes but still.

I now have the urge to rewatch ALL of Markiplier’s playthroughs of ALL the FNAF games so… yep!

Once again begging for people to talk about FNAF because I’m not the most knowledgable on the series but I do enjoy it!

[mrslankyman]

Change

Mike Schmidt x (Fem) Reader

-> eventual smut

-> Mikes friends Sister

-> mentions of alcohol/drunk mike

->3.5K words

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Everyday felt the same. It was the same drag. Wake up, work, go to sleep, wake up, work, go to sleep and so on.

Today was different how ever. I was going over to my friend Tyler’s house. Abby decided to stay at her friends this weekend. So I had some down time.

I head up to his house. Knocking on the door. He lived about 10 minutes away. Took me 20 to get here. I like to just drive around. Take my mind off things.

Tyler opens the door and looks down at me. He’s always been taller. Which made me slightly annoyed.

“Come on in. Oh by the way.. my sister moved in. She needs a place to stay so. Sorry if she annoys you.” He chuckled and plopped on his couch. I’ve only ever met Tyler’s sister once. Back a few years ago. She came to his Christmas party.

I shrug not really caring and sit down beside him. He chats with me about random things. We hadn’t hung out in 2 months. We’d call but that was about it.

”Hey, I gotta run to the store.” Tyler says getting up. “Im gonna get us some booze. Gonna have a fun night. Your sisters at a friends yeah?” Tyler asked making sure it was okay to get drunk tonight.

“Yeah she’s staying over.” I answer looking down at my shoes. Even around Tyler I couldn’t seem to pull out a happy tone.

“Sick. Ima go get some then. You need to loosen up a little tonight. Relax. You can watch what ever you want.” He says as he headed out. Of course. He leaves me alone here.

Not that I mind much. I’ve stayed over here a lot before my dad took his life. Back when I had a little more freedom.

Not that I mind taking care of Abby. She gave me a reason to keep going. Though sometimes a little break is nice.

I hear a door down the hallway open. I almost forgot Tyler’s sister was here. She came walking into the living room. Her eyes landed on me and she gave a confused look.

“He went to the store.” I said looking over at her. My eyes linger a little. She must of got all the good looking genes. Tyler got zero.

“Mike right? Tyler’s friend?” She asked walking over. I nod and look at the tv again.

“Yeah.” I don’t look at her. I keep my eyes on the Tv. “Not much of a talker?” She asked curiously.

“Not really..” I say my voice quite. I didn’t wanna show any interest. She was Tyler’s sister. I also felt slightly uncomfortable.

“You and him gonna get drunk?” She stood up and headed to the kitchen.

“Probably. I don’t drink much so.. this will be fun I hope.” My reply wasn’t much of a welcoming one. I didn’t wanna talk. I hated talking to new people.

Last time I talked to her I was more than likely black out drunk on Christmas.

“Right. Well I’m gonna go back to my room. Don’t tear up the house please.” Her request made me look at her. She was already off down the hall.

I assume Tyler makes her clean or she does most the cleaning. Tyler obviously wasn’t the one keeping this house so in order.

——

I was about 8 beers in. They tasted terrible. But my mind was fuzzy. One thing I liked about getting drunk was I didn’t feel so sad. I loosened up. Me and Tyler were cracking jokes. He offered to invite some more friends over. Soon enough there was a party.

How the hell did we get to this? There was about 10 of us now. Not too big of a party but still. This house was too cramped for all of us. They were busy watching some game show on tv.

I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. I felt like I was gonna throw up. Maybe drinking wasn’t so fun. I finally made it and slung the door open. Falling down and just breathed heavily.

When did walking become so tiering?

I let my head fall back on the rim of the tub. Just sitting there. Trying to subside the feeling. I hated throwing up. Something about it just made me afraid.

I covered my face and then slid my hands down. Letting them pull my skin till they fell off back to my chest. Foot steps came walking to the bathroom. Probably Tyler or one of his friends. They’d make me get up and leave. I didn’t feel like leaving though.

Instead my eyes landed on Y/N. She looked down at me. Partly confused and partly annoyed. “This is my bathroom. If you wanna puke in Tyler’s go upstairs.” She walked over to me and bent down.

“I don’t wanna go upstairs. I wanna stay here.” I looked up at her with pleading eyes. She sighed and sat down beside me instead. Crossing her arms over her chest.

“Fine. But I’m staying in here with you.” She kicked the door closed with her foot. “I don’t like any of Tyler’s friends. They’re all annoying.” She leaned her head back line mine. Smiling a little.

“Yeah. I don’t think they’re so bad.” I shrugged. Honestly that was a lie. I hated them. They were too loud and wanted to watch sports all day. I just wanted to sleep. Or be alone.

“You live in town?” Her question jolted me out of my thoughts. “Yeah, only a few minutes away. Where did you come from?” I turned to her.

“I was going to college back in our home state Arizona but.. money ran short. So I asked Tyler if I could stay with him here. He makes good money. He said yes and I work down at the diner now. Sparkys. It’s nice. My co-worker Ness says I should leave. Go back to college and be the great scientist I should be. I wish it was that simple.” She sighed. Her eyes going down to her feet. That feeling of not being good enough hit home to me.

“Hey, you’ll make it back one day. Stuff takes time. You wanna be a scientist you say? That’s pretty cool. I just work security at the mall.” I tried to cheer her up. Make my life sound terrible. I mean it is. She doesn’t have to know that.

“That’s not so bad. I think a security job suits you. Maybe I will.. or maybe I’ll change careers. Maybe being a server at Sparkys my whole life would be amazing.” Sarcasm laced her voice at the end. I frowned slightly and looked away. The buzzing feeling coming back in my head.

“I get it. Feeling like a dead end. Life is difficult but.. we all make it with what we got.” I closed my eyes. She said something but I honestly didn’t hear. I was already asleep.

——

So rightfully so when you wake up in your own house after blacking out in a friends bathroom you’d be confused. Which I was. I looked around. How the hell did I even get back here? Did I drive? No possible way.

I looked down at my night stand and the answer was there for me. I picked up the small slip of paper.

‘You blacked out, drove you home. Lucky Tyler remembered your address. - Y/N’

A small smile creeped on my face. At least there was some hope for kind people in the world. Aunt Jane could use some lessons.

I grabbed my black hoodie and slid it on. Going for my dark blue jeans.

I didn’t have work tonight. So maybe I’d take Abby out for dinner.

——

I would be lying if I said I picked Sparkys cause it’s my favorite diner. It’s not. I only come here sometimes. Abby loved it though. She loved the milk shakes.

We headed inside. Abby over joyed to get out of the house. Me on the other hand. I had about $10 to tip our waitress. She deserved it.

We headed inside picked out booth and waited. Y/N came walking over. In the usual Sparkys outfit. She smiled at me before seeing Abby.

“Didn’t know you had a kid.” She teased. Abby’s face scrunched up. “Gross. He’s my brother.” She corrected. Doing what kids do best and acting disgusted.

“Yeah she’s my little sister.” I nodded noticing Y/N’s demeanor shift. She seemed relaxed. Maybe she thought I had a wife or girl friend. Which wouldn’t look good if she took me home.

“What can I get for you two tonight?” She asked pulling out her note pad.

——

We ate dinner. Got the check. $14.30 wasn’t so bad. Abby did get a milk shake. I watched Abby as she raced out to the car. I slid down the $10 tip writing on the napkin.

‘Thanks for taking me home. - mike’

I walked up to the cash register. Paying the bill and heading out to take Abby and me home.

——

So to say the least I hadn’t seen Y/N in 2 weeks. No reason to go to Tyler’s and no reason to go to Sparkys. Until Abby begged to go. She wanted a milk shake. I couldn’t say no.

So we headed back. Going inside felt different. Like my hope of seeing Y/N against wasn’t going to happen tonight. And truth be told. It didn’t. Ness sat us. I remember him. I’ve talked to him maybe 4 times. Heard about him through Y/N as well at the ‘party’.

he greeted us cheerfully and sat us down.

“I’ll be back with that Pepsi and your milk shake.” He smiled and walked off to the kitchen.

I was looking around. Searching for Y/N. Why I have no clue. Why did I care if she was working tonight?

“Who you looking for?” Abby asked curiously I quickly looked over at her. “No one just looking around.” My face blushed. Of course she catches me.

“There’s not much to look at. Are you looking for that girl?” She smiled wide. How does she always know?

“No..” I lied feeling my face flush more. “Sure.” Her simple reply told me everything. She definitely knew.

“She’s pretty. Why don’t you tell her you like her?” Such an innocent question. Why don’t I tell her?

“I don’t know Abs .. it’s complicated.” I sighed leaning my head in my hands.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated.” She urged on. “Just tell her she’s pretty.”

“I.. Abby let’s drop it okay?” I was getting irritated. Not at her. At my self. I always do this. Never say what I want too. I guess if I want to get with someone I have to make moves.

On big problem is she’s Tyler’s sister. I don’t wanna just date his sister without his approval.. which in part isn’t his business but.. we’ve been friends for so long it be wrong to not ask.

“Here’s that milk shake for you little lady.” Ness says smiling setting down Abby’s milk shake.

“Y/N says thanks for the tip. She wasn’t sure when she’d see you again. But she told me about it.” Ness spoke to me. Which made me look at him confused for a moment. “Oh ugh.. tell her it’s no problem.” I answered nervously he gave a little smirk. Like he was definitely going to tell Y/N about this interaction.

——

It’s been 5 weeks. 5 whole weeks. I really should’ve left my number. My mind races every night. Thoughts of her. How can someone fall for another in such short time? With such little interactions?

I feel like knowing she cared enough to take me home made me fall harder. Never having anyone in my high school days also makes this harder.

My mind tracks back to any girl I’ve talked too. Any girl I’ve let get intimate with me that would end it after a week or two. None of them did something this small that made me feel this much.

I close my eyes and all I can see is her. I doubt she thinks of me.

I haven’t went back to Sparkys. I don’t wanna look like a creep. Though I’d die to see her again. Just chat. Even a simple hello would be enough.

I’m cool on the outside how ever. Abby hasn’t mentioned her since that night at Sparkys.

Tyler hasn’t called me. I assume we won’t hang out for a good while again.

The second I thought all hopes were lost and this crush of mine was a waste I met her again.

We were down at the store. Just trying to get some last minute groceries before it closed. I bumped into her.

She said she had to get some food for the house. Tyler never wanted to go grocery shopping. I nodded and listened to her rant. She thanked me for the tip. Thought she told me not to do it again. It was too much money to leave as a tip.

She wasn't wrong. I could really use every penny I got but.. it seemed worth it for her.

We exchanged numbers. Stating how she had few friends in this town. On the outside I was cool about it. Just giving her my home phone number. On the inside though. My stomach was doing flips.

——

So we call. We chat. We hang out at my house. She didn’t want Tyler to think she was stealing his friend.

Funny enough she was.

We sat on the couch. It had been 3 weeks since we started talking. Abby went off to some friends for the weekend. Tabitha was the girls name. They had been friends for a while. I had no problem with her going to a friends. At least she had more than me.

“You think this movie is good?” Y/N asked as I looked at her. Shrugging I lean back in the couch. “Honestly no, but it’s something to watch.” She giggled at my response. “I suppose you’re right.” She leaned back copying my position. She was slightly closer.

Closer than she had been before.

I could feel her arm against mine. The heat from the small amount friction felt like it set me on fire. Not even the sleeves of my black hoodie could cloak the feeling of her arm.

I don’t wanna be a perv. I wish I didn’t pick jeans to wear tonight. They weren’t doing me any favors as I felt my dick harden.

I prayed she didn’t notice. It be to obvious if I took the pillow at the end of the couch and hid it. It also be weird if I didn’t.

My eyes stayed glued to the tv. My face turning red. My stomach was doing flips. All just from her arm touching mine. That was until..

“You okay?” She asked looking in my eyes. I looked back at her nervously. “Yeah.. fine.” I swallowed back my spit nervously. She was leaning closer. Too close. If the bulge in my pants didn’t scream I like you the redness on my face sure would.

Her eyes flicked down. I was so caught. She’d tell Tyler and he’d tell me off for finding his sister attractive. I’d lose a friend. I’d lose my dignity and be even more embarrassed.

I watched her as her eyes flicked back up to mine. A small smirk spread across her face. Not the reaction I was thinking off.

“Want some help?” She asked, when did her voice become so seductive? If it was possible my face got even redder. It felt like the fiery pits of hell had come up to my face.

“W-what..?” Of course I sound like a nervous idiot. “Do you want help?” She titled her head having that look on her face. Her hand rested in my thigh now.

“Would it be weird if I said yes?” Some confidence had come back. I could do this.

“It be weird if you said no.” She giggled and slid her hand up further. Her palm of her hand rubbed up my bulge. Did I get the right size jeans?

I groaned as she rubbed back and forth. It was one thing to have my hand do it but to have hers? It felt 10x better.

I leaned my head back and let her do her thing. Till she crawled up onto my lap. I opened my eyes and looked at her.

She smirked down at me wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“You’re so hot.” Her words hit my ears and that was it. She pressed her lips to mine and my hands instantly went to her grabbing her hips. She grinned against me, I’d push her down harder. Moans escaped my lips in between kisses. The feeling of her jeans against me was something else.

She finally pulled away. Catching her breath between unbuttoning her jeans. Before I could even blink they were off. Leaving her in her underwear. My eyes shot up to her. Trying to be as respectful as I could.

“I didn’t take you to be such a horny guy. You fooled me with the sweet and quiet act.” She unzipped my jeans. I don’t respond. I was too caught up in the moment. Before I know it she had my pants off and was back to grinding. This time it felt 100x different.

It almost hurt how good it felt. To feel my cock slipping between her folds. Though I slightly wished the fabrics of our under garments weren’t there.

Her tongue slid into my mouth after a small gasp. I didn’t ever wanna let her go. I didn’t ever want my dick to go soft again. I just wanted to make out on this couch for ever.

“I want you Mike.” Her words made my dick twitch, my heart race, and my head spin. “I want you too..” I moaned out as she kissed my neck. Her lips were so intoxicating. Wether on my lips or skin. I wanted them. I wanted them all over me.

I was growing tired of waiting. I wanted her. I wanted her so bad. I wanted her now, tomorrow , and forever.

I slid my hand down. Pulling my dick out of my boxers. She put her forehead against mine and we locked eyes. She nodded slowly. Giving me the green light to go head. I used my other hand and pushed her underwear to the side. Giving me enough room to just slid in.

She moved her head to the crook of my neck and moaned. I gently guided my self inside before I was all the way in.

“You’re so fucking good.” She whispered in my ear. That sent me in a craze. Because I don’t even remember when but we ended up in my room. Clothes completely off. Going on round 2.

——

My thoughts spun around as I saw her laying on my bed. Naked. I looked down at my self.

We did it..

i felt her shift and sit up slowly. I felt her eyes on me so I turned to look. Her face was red and she smiled awkwardly. “Hey..”

“Hey.” I answered looking down. Should I ask? What if she thought last night was a one time thing? Just a quick fuck and go back to being friends.

“Was last night-“ “did you-“

We both stopped and laughed a little. “You go first.” I offer, she nodded and sighed.

“Did you..like it? Or well.. do you like me? I just wanna know if last night was just something for fun or do you genuinely like me?” Her question stung a little.

She thought I was just doing it for fun? Do I come off as that big of an ass hole?

“No. No no.. I didn’t just do it for fun. I genuinely like you.. a lot.” I scooted closer. She smiled a little. Relief washed over her face.

“Thank god… I was worried you were just using me.. as like.. I don’t know ‘My friends hot sister is in town let’s try to fuck her.’ .. I don’t know. It’s stupid.” She looked down. I frowned and leaned closer to her.

“I’d never do that to you. I think you’re a beautiful and smart girl. Someone who doesn’t deserve that kind of treatment. I wanna get to know you. Learn about science with you. Hell maybe even.. go further in life with you… if you wanted to that is.” My face flushed as I pooled out my thoughts. Her sweet laugh filled my ears and she kissed me. Not a sexual kiss, just a sweet gentle kiss. Much different from last night.

“I’d love to teach you about science and go further in life with you and just get to know you as well..”

I felt over joyed. That was until we had to tell Tyler. Turns out he already knew. He had a hunch his sister talking about some guy everyday wasn’t just some guy.

Abby approves of her too. They often hang out and color together. I’m sorta jealous I can’t join in on the ‘girl squad’ hang outs but. At least I have my two favorite girls in the whole world with me.

That's all I need.

[edddimun]

Fool The Freaks Day

(not my gif)

Eddie Munson x fem! reader

Summary: Your crush on Eddie was meant to be a secret, but after a little special someone overheard, a sudden secret admirer was up your sleeve. Getting lost in the mystery, you didn’t realise what date was coming up— April Fools.

Trope: Eddie Munson x fem! Reader, frenemies!

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, angst (but there’s fluff), pet-names

WC: 8.5k+

A/N: this is the longest one-shot I’ve written lol but I had this idea in mind for a while! And I think this actually might be my favourite work so far! :) I also apologise if there are any mistakes I have missed!

The corridor overflowed with the annoying babble of kids. Some exchanged smiles and laughter, while others exchanged frowns and glares. You, on the other hand, were lost in your own world, observing Eddie lean against his locker, arms crossed in front of his chest, and his hair falling in front of his face every now and then while talking to Gareth.

“Earth to Y/N,” Dustin flailed his arms in front of your face, retreating you from your trance. Clearing your throat, your eyes averted to Dustin who is clearly irritated.

“Did you even listen to what I said?” A huff of annoyance escaped his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah. Something on Friday?” You repeated, well knowing that you pieced together random words that you vaguely remembered from Dustin’s rambling.

He tightly shut his eyes, face-palming himself as he groaned, “Oh my gos- April Fools next Friday.”

“Didn’t you say this week?”

“No!-“ Dustin loudly shrieked, a little too loudly, “What I was saying while you were making out with Eddie with your eyes, was-“

You harshly slapped your palm against Dustin’s mouth, eyes widened as you quickly snapped your head in every direction possible hoping no one caught on to what Dustin said. No one but Dustin knew about your secret crush on Eddie. The term ‘frenemies’ is what Steve and Robin like to describe your relationship with him, always bickering but in a playful way. Max, Mike and Lucas are just convinced you both absolutely hate each other whilst Nancy and had a theory that deep down you both liked each other but denied it.

“Keep it down knucklehead!” You seethed through gritted teeth, eyes still frantically searching the hallways. From your perspective, no one seemed interested or alerted. The stiffness in your shoulders finally became undone, sighing with relief, you glared daggers into Dustin’s eyes before feeling a wet sensation tickle your palm.

“What is wrong with you?!” You hissed towards the boy.

Sinister giggles left his throat as he watched you rigorously grind your hand against your top, creating heat between the two surfaces.

“I just don’t get why you won’t talk to him ‘normally’,” Dustin quietly asked after his fit. His voice was laced with genuine seriousness, now rapidly changing your displeased mood.

Your lips tightened, glancing between the ground and Dustin, “W-wouldn’t it just be weird?” You asked, looking at him with soft eyes, “I feel like this is our ‘normal’ to talk the way we do. Just argue and make sarcastic comments. Nothing is ever nice or genuine. It’s not like I want it to be that way, I would love to change that— b-but I just don’t know how without looking like an idiot.”

Dustin nodded at your reasonable answer before finally responding, “Maybe you can take it slow.”

“Slow?”

“Yeah. Like smiling for once at him, or not making comments as mean or as sarcastic. Then after a few days, you can actually laugh or even agree at his remarks,” Dustin informed with a smile slowly forming on his face, “T-then your jokes will slowly turn into compliments or even flirty comments, and then you both will start talking nicely, then yo-“

“Okay, okay,” You chuckled out, interrupting Dustin’s ramble with a slight tint of pink painted on your cheeks, “You know—you’ve never let me down Dustin,” you empathised as your hand rested on his shoulder, slightly shaking him.

“What can I say, I’m a man of honour,” His wide smile reached his eyes as he showed off his pearly teeth.

-

“No!” A loud shriek bounced through the hallway, gaining the glares of Jason and Patrick.

“Freaks,” Jason mumbled under his breath, “Anyways, I can’t tonight, Chrissy and I-“

“What I was saying while you were making out with Eddie with your eyes, was-“

Jason’s head whipped towards your direction after the mention of Eddie. Your hand was now masked on Dustin’s mouth as you aggressively mumbled something to the boy.

“Did you hear that?” Patrick snickered to Jason, nudging his shoulder, “The freak likes the freak,” Patrick continued.

The left side of Jason’s lip tugged upwards, a vicious warmth started to warp his mind as his eyes slowly bottled with vengeance.

“You remember the date next Friday?” Jason eerily whispered.

“U-uh,” Patrick stuttered, not recalling anything important on that day, “Not re-“

“April fools,” He cuts him off, finally looking at him in the eyes with a cold-blooded smirk on his face, emitting his bitter intentions.

“It’s fool the freaks day.”

-

If one person who can ever frustrate you as much as Eddie could, it’s Robin.

“For the millionth time Robin! Cherry and Raspberry don’t taste the same!” You exclaimed whilst aggressively twisting the knob of your locker.

“Um. Yes, they do! I don’t get how you don-” This time you weren’t the one to cut her off. As soon as you opened your locker, a folded white piece of paper fell to the ground. Your brows dipped in confusion, looking at Robin and the mysterious paper.

“W-what’s that?” She hesitantly asked. You bent down to grasp the paper, flipping it over and back, as you started to unfold it.

“Hey,

I know this is really weird, but I hope we can get along some time. I always see you in the hallway talking to our friends and I hope one day that’s going to be us.”

“What. The. Fuck.”

A gasp was heard from Robin as her eyes read the note for the tenth time, “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh!” She repeatedly jumped in the air, “You have a secret admirer!” She squealed out loud.

“N-no. This can’t be for me. Whoever this is probably put it in the wrong locker.” Your eyes traced over the crooked handwriting in black ink, trying to recognise it but couldn’t. Your mind started to ponder whether someone has been showing you more attention or not. But you rarely spoke to anyone other than your main group of friends. Could it be Alex from that math assignment? No. He has a girlfriend. Tristan from music? No. What if it was a girl? Victori-

“Y/N!” A voice abruptly spoke over your thoughts, causing your elbow to violently slam against the metal locker.

“Jesus Dustin!” You loudly hissed as you rubbed your elbow, in hopes the pain will disperse quickly.

Dustin and Robin cackled loudly at your unamused state. That was until his gaze fell on the paper in your clutch, his laughter quickly died down as curiosity took over.

“What’s that?” he questioned, eyes still on the paper.

“N-nothing.” You squeezed the forbidden treasure against your chest, your fingers starting to ache from the tight grasp.

Dustin took a step towards you, a menacing smirk on his face as you took a step back.

“Robin, what’s that?” Dustin looked at Robin with one brow raised.

Robin gives you a do-you-want-me-to-tell-him look. In response, you violently shake your head as you continued to take steps back as Dustin started to retreat closer to you.

“Dustin you better sto-” Your back met something firm and warm, someone's hands now placed on your forearms, keeping you stable.

“I’m so sor-” turning around to apologise, “-ry. Oh.” Your glance flit over the one recognisable outfit before seeing Eddie's devious face.

“Maybe I’m not,” you give him a tight smile, his puckered brow and long face remained silent. You watched his eyes scan your entire body and lock with the holy grail squished against your chest.

“What are you hiding there?”

“Something that is not your business.”

Dustin and Robin step right beside Eddie, “Why are you so nervous?” Eddie teased.

“I’m not nervous. I-It’s just that-I-Um-It’s-”

Eddie chuckled at your flushed expression, “Cat got your tongue?”

“Shut up,” you angrily growled.

He pursed his lips, tucking his hands into his back pockets before his doll eyes focused on yours, “I can’t take a little peak?”

“You’re not special, so no.”

Eddie aggressively slammed his back against the locker as both his hands laid on top of his heart, startling you and the others.

“What if you’re special to me, sweetheart?” He playfully breathed out in offence.

Although you knew he was joking, you felt your heart pulsating. Instead of a ‘fuck off’ or a gag, you decided to change it up a bit.

“Then I’m glad.” A smug smile appeared on your face as you crossed your arms, the note still in your grasp— completely forgetting about it.

Robin’s nose scrunched in utter confusion, wondering whether you were sarcastic or not, whilst a small grin crept up on Dustin’s face as he knew which way you meant it. On the other hand, the tiny mischievous smirk on Eddie’s face did not budge at all, instead, he clicked his tongue and chewed on his bottom lip as he leaned one side of his body against the locker and his arms crossed in front, intently staring into your eyes.

You must admit though. He did look really, really hot right now, and he was standing pretty close to you. Although it was difficult to maintain intimidating eye contact with Eddie, you both still mirrored that same conceited smirk on your lips.

Eddie grunted before quietly muttering “Good.”

Now Dustin is confused if Eddie was being sarcastic or not, you were left slightly dumbfounded not knowing what to say. Eddie then reached his arms out to grab Dustin’s shoulders, not breaking the eye contact at all. You felt blood rushing to your ears, but were glad your hair was covering your tomato ears. Eddie then turned Dustin around before his back faced you and walked away. Your eyes followed their figures disappear into the hallway before averting your gaze back to Robin, whose eyes were bulging out of her sockets.

“What was that?” She blurted.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you started to play pretend, “What was what?”

“Y-You and Eddie!”

“Literally nothing.”

“No. That was literally something!” She shrieked as her hands grasped your shoulders, “What if it’s him?”

This time you were genuinely perplexed, clueless to what she’s implying, “If he’s what now?”

She brought you closer to her face, “The secret admirer,” Robin whispered.

The warmth of anxiousness seeped into your heart, muting the chatter of the hallway as your consciousness escaped the world, only surrounding you in feelings of doubt and bewilderment.

“It can’t be, Rob,” You reluctantly uttered.

“And why not? You guys actually had a ‘decent’ conversation, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it was him,” She shrugged as she popped her lips.

“I doubt. I was the one that actually responded ‘decently’,” You replied, pointing to yourself.

Robin remarked with a depressing sigh, “But he did too. And plus on the note, it did say ‘our’ friends so?”

“Look Rob, it was probably in the wrong locker okay?” You beckoned with a faint smile.

You walked into Ms O’Donnell’s class, already spotting Jason and Patrick in the back laughing about something. Their laughter came to a halt as they spotted you. You didn’t really think much of it until you saw a pretty pink peony, saturated with hints of white sitting on your desk.

“For fuck’s sake,” you quietly whispered to yourself, mentally groaning in frustration. This couldn’t be a mistake. You sat in your chair and made an effort to come up with potential culprits. If they know your seat in this class, they either attend this class themselves or have friends who do. You scoured the classroom for anyone behaving suspiciously. Amanda scribbled, Lexi gossiped, and Jason and Patrick were quiet while the rest of the students went about their business. The only thing you were aware of about your hidden admirer was that they were friends with your friends.

“Mr Munson, you’re late.”

Eddie's footsteps filled the now-quiet classroom with sound. You glance up, sceptical, and see Eddie making his way to his seat, directly behind you. He offers a half-arsed apology before staring right into your eyes then at the flower, brows raised in obvious perplexity at the flower. You felt this overwhelming tension submerging your figure as your eyes met, you subconsciously groaned, not only because Eddie was suspected of being the secret admirer, but also because of the recent conversation.

Ms O'Donnell's speech was drowned out by your overanalysing thoughts that couldn't seem to let go of this current predicament. It was the way you didn't realise you were so far into your consciousness that you began seeing doubles of everything. You were highly concerned that you had made things awkward between yourself and Eddie, and what also heightened your concern was the note, and now the flower. Dozing off into wonderland, you came to a conclusion that Eddie is not the sort to do corny crap. You were aware that he would just convey his feelings without seeking an alternate means of doing so.

“A flower?”

You jolted from the booming voice in your ear. Clutching your chest, you turned around to face Eddie.

“Is this a thing within the club? Just scaring people out of nowhere?” You irritably scoffed.

Eddie lowly chuckled, “I think we already scare people without meaning to do so.”

You rolled your eyes before turning back around to face the board. A pint of relaxation encompassed your aura, immensely glad there wasn’t awkward tension between you two, though barely was said amongst you both. You were just overthinking things, like usual.

“You’re pretty.”

Your knee harshly struck the desk, you spun your body around as you choked on your spit.

“W-what?” You stammered, eyes as large as an owl.

Eddie was noticeably alarmed by your jarring action as he leaned back. His brows furrowed as he notices your strained demeanour.

“The flower. It’s pretty,” He slowly spoke out a few seconds later in confusion.

“O-Oh. Ye-”

“Y/N! Focus,” O’Donnell’s voice intervened. You mutter an apology, turning back around and sinking in your seat as the legs of embarrassment crawl up your crumbling figure. Mentally slapping yourself, as the intrusive thoughts were the ones to blame.

-

It’s me again.

Did you like the rose yesterday? It’s pretty and reminded me of you.

Ew. This person is cheesy and clearly doesn’t know the difference between flowers. It was a peony, not a rose, dumbass. However, the word 'pretty' stood out to you a lot, ever since class yesterday.

You relive the situation in your memory and instantly try to conjure up images of sunshine and rainbows to conceal and bury the humiliating moment you hoped Eddie had forgotten. Wait. Eddie described the flower as pretty too.

“Fuck,” You quietly muttered to yourself. All the foul words imaginable in your thesaurus were spewed out in your thoughts. That’s just how ALL guys describe flowers right?

“Right.” You reassured yourself and your mentality, knowing that wasn’t going to last long.

The graceful sound of Freddie Mercury’s voice suffocated the dissonant babbling of the students in the hallway. As you stride past them on your way to math, your eyes were quick to decipher the Hellfire club amongst the crowd. Dustin’s thinking cap bounced every time he spoke with passion about something whilst Mike matched Dustin’s energy and Eddie and the rest looked unamused by the situation he was in. Mike spotted you as you walked past them. You hear his voice faintly call your name behind the music dancing in your ears. Heavily sighing, you pause your walkman and take your headphones off.

“Yes?”

You were friends with all the members of the club, you’ve talked to Gareth and Jeff before so there was no awkward tension. You glanced at Eddie who was already looking at you. Quickly looking back at Mike, you stood between Eddie and Gareth as you faced the younger ones.

“Can you convince Eddie to come with us tomorrow to StarCourt?” Mike eagerly asked, wanting you to make snide remarks about his miserable life so he could come— which you didn’t catch on to. Though tomorrow Steve made plans with the group to eat at his favourite place at the mall.

You frowned, looking at Eddie, “Wait, you’re not coming?” You questioned, resulting in Mike’s face to twist in puzzlement.

“Nope,” He responded, popping the ‘p’.

“And why is that?”

Eddie tilted his head as he looked at you with a suspicious smirk, ”Do you want me to come, sweetheart?”

The realisation washed over you as you finally noticed that you were acting too nice, you quickly sighed to reclaim yourself, “No. But I do think it’s a good idea to eat some real food— not saying you have to come with us though, but instead of that artificial shit that you’ve been eating out of a can and that’s been sitting in your cupboard for god knows how long,” you quickly breathe out before continuing, “I do wonder how your stomach endures that shit on a daily basis— plus Harrington’s got the bill anyways.”

You concluded it on a positive note to avoid coming across as too nasty and to give him additional incentive to attend. Which you really but secretly wanted. Pursing your lips, he remained silent as his eyes now wandered the floor.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll come.”

“Wait, really?” Mike croaked with hope in his voice as a smile started to creep up on his face.

“Did you not hear how much Y/N wants me to go?” Eddie playfully chuckled out, looking at your now-dumbfounded face.

“I-I do not,” You quickly remarked, a wave of embarrassment visibly sprouting through your pink cheeks.

“Mhm. Totally,” He snorted, noticing the change in your demeanour. He then leaned his back against the locker, looking down at your furious expression. You huffed fiercely, your eyes wide with awkwardness, you rolled your eyes and walked away to class, flipping him off.

“You are so into her,” Dustin sarcastically commented as you walked away, watching your figure blend into the crowd.

“Is that a bad thing?” Eddie revealed.

They let out a chorus of gasps as they look at Eddie with the most baffled yet astonished manner, which likely caused their souls to depart their bodies. All eyes are on him like red lasers, yearning for answers.

“What?!” Mike loudly exclaimed as his hands ruffle through his hair in disbelief.

Eddie casually shrugged his shoulders, enjoying the appalled sight of the boys. Even though it appeared that he didn't care to reveal his feelings, he realised that he had to do so before it eventually devoured him. The group fell into a deafening stillness as the unexpected confession left them all stunned. Eddie silently laughed to himself.

“Oh yeah— Wheeler, for the sake of your sister’s ego, her theory stands correct,” Eddie proclaimed before walking away, still laughing as he watched their jaws hit the floor once more.

-

Hey,

I heard you did really well in Ms O’Donnell’s class. She was really happy that you got the top mark on the essay. I’m really proud of you <3

“Whoa, they left a heart?” Robin squealed as she nudged your arm.

“Yeah, I guess. But that means that this person is probably with me in O’Donnell’s,” you sighed, “I mean, who in my class would go tell their friends that I did well? I’m not popular at all.”

“Well, that gives us a better chance of finding out who it is though.”

You finally shut your locker and face Robin, “But don’t the notes seem so awkward? like they don’t know what to say? If you were to like someone, wouldn’t you have a lot of things to say to them?”

After just three days, you were sick of the whole ‘secret admirer’ nonsense. It had been distracting you far too much recently, and you had more exams coming up soon. Although you were flattered by these letters, you realised that without any indications to whoever this was soon, it would leave you in chaos.

“But not everyone’s the same Y/N.” Robin lifted her brows as she playfully poked your arm.

You all strolled through StarCourt as you followed Steve. What was expected to be a five-minute walk from the car to the restaurant was about to become a thirty-minute walk as the sensory overload of innovative ads and shop decorations captured almost everyone’s utmost attention.

“This is so cute,” Robin bubbled as she picked up a bright sunflower, tucking it behind her ear before posing.

Halting in front of the florist, the strong fruity yet spicy smell invaded your nostrils as you all admired the abundant selection of vibrant bouquets. Your eyes were overwhelmed by the dazzling and never-ending colour combinations that invaded your field of vision.

“I want to give this one to Suzy.” Dustin gently picked out a rich salmon-pink flower, twisting it between his fingers to observe the white hue that inked through the petals.

You stood next to Dustin, “It’s beautiful,” you trailed, admiring the fine details.

“That rose is going to die by the time you give it to her,” Eddie commented, pointing at Dustin with a lavender tulip between his fingertips.

Dustin snorted, “I could always dry and preserve them,” he stated in an obvious tone, “And it’s a peony, not a rose.”

Your mouth moved upwards, about to giggle. It’s a peony, not a rose. Your smile quickly plunged as a quiet gasp fled from your lips. It can’t be. You casted a glance between Eddie and Dustin, who seem oblivious to your reaction.

Eddie rolled his eyes with a smile, “Same thing, different name.”

“See? Isn’t this the best pizza you’ve ever had in your life?” Steve proudly declared with food in his mouth.

Everyone hummed in response as they all stuffed the pizza right into their mouths, savouring every moment and bite.

“How did you even find this place?” Mike asked as he grabbed another slice of pepperoni.

Steve leaned back into his chair, “This hot chick took me here once.”

“And what happened to her?” Lucas curiously questioned.

Steve popped his lips before he propped his elbows on the table, “Let's not talk about it,” He concluded, pursing his lips.

The group continued to break out into smaller conversations amongst themselves. However, you were left daydreaming on your own after that florist incident, leaving you in pure shock and disbelief. It couldn’t be more obvious and it’s only been three days, which meant that he purely sucked at this. You obviously weren’t going to tell him you found out, but you decided to see how far he would take this scheme.

“Y/N?” Dustin softly elbowed you.

You hummed back, facing to your left as you sat between Dustin and Robin with Eddie in front of you.

“You okay?” He quietly whispered, his eyes filled with concern.

Quietly nodding your head, you excused yourself to the bathroom in hopes of clearing your mind. It was stressing you out because you just found out that your crush is your secret admirer and that you couldn’t tell anyone. You knew you could tell Robin but you didn’t want her to go tell Steve and then Nancy then eventually the whole group. After a few minutes to yourself in the bathroom, you headed back out. Robin was in a deep conversation with Nancy, leaving you with the boys to talk to.

“You’re right Y/N, this is way better than that canned shit,” Eddie teased as he patted his stomach.

A tight-lipped smile crept up, “Ha. Yeah,” You dryly responded, still feeling awkward about the situation. Eddie noticed the odd behaviour. Your eyes were hyper-fixated on the table as you slowly nibbled on the pizza. He quickly glanced at the others, noticing them lost in conversations.

“U-Um do you want to come with me to grab something in the van?” He softly asked.

You looked around at the other boys and saw them chatting amongst themselves; you swallowed your dread and tentatively nodded your head.

“So what did you need in the van?” You awkwardly queried, breaking the silence as you both walked in the cold breeze.

“Nothing.”

You shot him a quizzical look, “What? I thou-”

“I just noticed that you seemed off and wanted to ask if you were okay.”

Your brows unknitted, feeling heat rising in your body loosening your joints. As adrenaline pumped through your figure, the swelling of your heart restrained the volume of your breaths. Eddie stopped in his tracks as you reached the van, his big brown eyes staring at you with genuine concern.

“U-um. I’m fine. It’s just that there’s a lot going on y-you know in life,” You managed to stutter out.

He nodded his head in response, trying to hide the fluttery feeling in his stomach, “Well if you need anything or even someone to talk to, I-I’m here,” Eddie empathised as he scratched the back of his neck, gazing his eyes elsewhere.

“Thank you Eddie.” You bit your lip to hide your developing smile.

His mouth stammered open for a few seconds, “Y-Yeah. No problem,” He clicked his tongue trying to cover up his sudden nervousness. You both stood in heavy silence, scared that he could hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“I-I really mean it though,” Eddie interrupted, “Like I know we argue a lot, but we don’t always have to. And plus, I feel like recently we’ve been— better? If that’s a good way to say it. We just haven’t been up each other’s asses lately in a way. I don’t know if it’s just me or somethi-”

“Eds— I’ve noticed it too okay?” You politely cut his rambling as you giggled at his flushed expression.

“You have?”

You pursed your lips as you nod, “Yeah. It feels better this way— though I miss teasing you.”

He let out a low snicker, “Oh really?” A sneaky smirk erupted, “We could always go back to arguing with each other.”

You slightly pushed him, releasing a series of chuckles, “No thanks, I’ve plucked out enough grey hairs already.”

-

As the week passed by and almost the next, more letters began to pile up, and more meaningful encounters with Eddie continued. However, it was still only Robin that was aware of this secret admirer you had under your sleeve, but she had no idea you found out who it was. It was only a question of continuously suppressing the fact that you hadn't figured it out yet.

Since the little occurrence at StarCourt last week, it has become apparent that Eddie is the secret admirer— though he hasn’t admitted it yet— which is also a reason why more heartfelt conversations occurred with him because you insisted on them.

The group had noticed that there was almost no squabbling between you both, and that genuine exchanges were being passed as you both began to get to know one other even more. Mike was aware that Eddie had feelings for you, but Dustin knew that you both returned those sentiments, while the rest of the gang had their theories.

Despite the fact that neither of you acknowledged the reality of you both no longer bickering with each other, you were both thrilled that the phase is over. Though you or Eddie would make snarky remarks here and there, you both joked it off, and sometimes there would even be flirtatious ones, which would leave you in a bright red mess.

4pm. Today. After school.

Meet me in the gymnasium. Be on time.

Your heart started to pound as hard as it possibly could. Is he finally revealing himself? Did he plan something for me? Is the group part of the plan?

Your eyes tightly clenched in pure excitement and worry, not knowing what to expect. The last few days have been incredible. Though the hints and clues were a little messed up, you still figured it out.

Robin skipped school today, leaving you alone with Nancy and Steve, but you didn't mind. That also meant that there'd be no one to bother you at your locker as you waited for another note.

But tonight, everyone was coming over to your place after school for a sleepover. You’ve already set up the living room, movies, beverages, and snacks before you slept last night. It had been a while since a group sleepover so everyone was excited about it.

Whilst you were absorbed in your own tranquilly, you noticed Dustin at the end of the corridor with a panicked expression on his face, his attention eventually fell onto you as he ran towards you in haste.

“You need to come now!” Dustin urgently exclaimed as he forcefully pulled you. Everyone's attention was drawn to you and Dustin as his troubled eagerness rang down the hallway.

Eventually, he dragged you into the room where D&D sessions are held. Instead of bright spotlights painting the ancient, wooden floors in neon colours, you were welcomed with darkness and a warm-toned light barely illuminating the space. It was so dark you stumbled on the leg of the chair right in front of you.

“What is it Dustin?” Your frantic voice reverberated against the cold walls of the room as your figures were engulfed in utter darkness. You watch as his petrified gaze turn sinister.

Your brows slowly furrowed, “Dustin? Wha-”

A loud horn erupted right into your ear, causing you to scream at the top of your lungs. In an instant, you covered your ears and crouched down into a ball. The horn ceased booming, and your screams were drowned out by laughter and knee slaps. Standing up and uncovering your ears, you turn around and find Eddie, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin roaring with laughter. Eddie was loudly slapping his knee in enjoyment, as he witnessed your spirit depart from your body. You huffed and rolled your eyes, clamping your jaw in pure anguish.

Eddie slowly walked over to you with a blow horn in one hand, still laughing before he slung his arm over your shoulder and whispered in your ear, “April fools, sweetheart.”

You lightly shoved him and tried to conceal the frown erupting into a smile, however you couldn’t help it as the boys' happiness encircling you made your heart ease, even if they designated you as their victim. You’re lucky that the darkness masked the pink mess on your face, you hid your face behind your hands as Eddie brought you in an embrace.

“I never knew you could scream like that,” Lucas giggled out.

You playfully punched Lucas’ bicep, “To be honest I never knew I could too. You boys just have something in you.”

“So you’re telling me I could make you scream like that?” Eddie insisted with a mischievous tone.

Escaping from his embrace, the boys immediately covered their ears, loudly whining in discontent, shouting words along the lines of ‘Gross’, ‘Yuck’, and gags over the top of each other.

You scrunched your nose in disbelief, “Ew Eds. You’re disgusting.”

-

Today felt like the longest day ever. You swore the clock was ticking slower than usual. The one-hour lessons felt like two. The forty-minute lunch felt like eighty. And the last period felt like the whole day. That was until the clock finally reached 3pm. You dashed out of that last class. With only an hour spare, you shoved all your textbooks into your locker and grabbed your spare makeup bag. You were relieved that you set everything up for the sleepover last night. It was a sign. You thought.

You sprinted to the restroom and touched up your makeup in the last hour. Re-applied mascara. More blush. More bronzer, then more lipstick. This has been the moment you’ve been waiting for. You couldn’t wait to toss your arms around his neck and finally admit the feelings that have been gnawing at your heart. Because the thrill made your heart flutter, you took a deep breath and expelled all of your troubles, worries, and pessimistic thoughts. Though a pinch of them lingered within you, you felt more pleased as the tightness in your joints eased.

Placing your lipstick back in the bag, you glanced at your watch. It’s only been ten fucking minutes. You toss your head back in irritation, wondering what to do. Observing your hair and outfit in the mirror, you lightly wet your hands and slick the fly-aways at your hairline. You opted to waste your time by doing homework in a random classroom near the gymnasium because there was nothing else you could do.

Finally.

You stood right in front of the gymnasium doors, ready to meet Eddie. You fixed your hair and patted your top straight. You chewed on your lips as you intently watch the seconds tick by.

3:59:45

3:59:50

3:59:55

4:00:00

You took a deep breath. Inhaling in. Exhaling out. Widely opening the door, you were met with—nothing. Despite the fact that you were unsure of what to anticipate, you certainly did not expect to find the gym deserted, the lights out, and the only source of light was coming from the sun rays illuminating through the window. Maybe he’s doing something different.

The sound of your footsteps echoed through the hall as you slowly walked towards the middle of the gymnasium. Standing in the centre, you began to glance about to see if anyone was hiding or if there was any indication of life. The excitement still lingered within your heart, not doubting Eddie at all. 4:02:39. He’s probably just late, typical Eddie. You bit your lips, staring at the two doors of the gymnasium, hoping to see a curly, long-haired silhouette appear.

4:05:27. After a while of standing, you decided to go to the stands and sit down. You still had high expectations for Eddie's arrival; the idea of him standing you up hadn't even crossed your mind. Eddie was frequently 20-30 minutes late for social occasions. But you could wait; you had plenty of time before the sleepover. It was simply a ten-minute journey from your place to school. There’s plenty of time, you reasoned.

Time continued to tick by, as you soaked in silence. The coolness of the gymnasium enveloped your form, but your enthusiasm kept you warm as your leg bounced quickly. Though dread has not triumphed over your eagerness, the overthinking gremlin in the back of your mind has quietly begun to scratch at your thoughts slowly making it's way to your heart. He wouldn’t leave me waiting this long. Would he?

4:14:52. He should be here in another fifteen minutes— max. You were thinking of doing more homework to waste time but what if it ruins the surprise? How? I don’t know. Maybe it’ll ruin the excitement? Now that you realise it, you were definitely overthinking this. As you still waited, it seemed as though the dust particles in the air just kept accumulating on you. Eddie is special to you that even if you were eventually a pile of dust, you would still wait for him. Though you couldn't stay here forever since you still had the sleepover to host, you would wait for him until the very last minute, second, and millisecond.

4:22:22. The latest you were willing to leave was 4:40pm. Loneliness and restlessness began to erode your sanity. Uncertainty started to twist your mind while irritation slightly bubbled beneath you, ready to explode. Your butt felt sore after a while, and after constantly shifting in your seat, you were sure layers of dust were adhering to your jeans. You still had to shower and change for the sleepover. Plus a ten-minute drive. Although your hair might still be wet when they arrive, you didn’t mind, it was all for Eddie.

A few more minutes started to pass by, then four minutes, six minutes and then sixteen minutes. 4:38:20. No signs of him, despite the extra thirty minutes you granted him. The exhilaration dissipated as anguish overwhelmed your heart. The last time you felt this familiar resentment was before the hidden admirer scheme. You were late, exhausted, and yet had plans.

I’m over it. You seized your belongings and stormed out the door, completely outraged. The doors of the gymnasium slammed against the brick wall as you obnoxiously forced them open. As you made your way out of the building through the corridor, you could hear the sounds of the jocks emanating from the parking lot. When you arrived at the parking lot, a familiar van was still parked in its accustomed spot. What could he possibly be doing for forty minutes?

That was until you heard Eddie's voice intermingled with the jocks' voices. Your head perked up as your gaze was drawn to the building's corner.

“Lowest I can do is thirty-five.”

The sound of Jason’s arrogant whine is heard, “C’mon Munson. I know you can do twenty-five for that.”

Of course. A fucking drug deal. Although you respected his little business and you never got in the way of it, you were already tired and very, very irritated. With Jason and his jocks in front of Eddie and his back to you, you made a brisk approach to the group.

Jason's eyes met your enraged ones and he smirked broadly. "Munson, a little someone's here for you," he added. You noticed the rest of the jocks trying to refrain from laughing. However, after a moment of bewilderment, Eddie's head turned around and finally it was realised you. His gaze softened but remained cautious since he was in the middle of a deal, clearly oblivious to your infuriating temper which angered you even more.

“Oh h-hey Y/N-Um-l’ll be over at yours after th-”

“I’ve been waiting in the gymnasium for you—since four!” You angrily exclaimed right in front of everyone.

Eddie shifted his whole body to face you, confusion striking every part of his body, unable to grasp what you’re trying to say.

“I-I’m sorry?” He asked warily, now noticing your furious demeanour. You scoffed, sheer rage boiling in your tone, spiteful enough to block out the jocks' snickering in your ears.

“You told me to meet you at the gymnasium at four! Remember the note?”

“Note?” Eddie’s eyes rapidly glanced between you and Jason still unaware, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking ab-”

“I know it’s you, Eddie! Stop lying! T-the notes, the flowers a-and the fucking-e-everything! I-t’s you!” You almost shout at him, tears already welled up in your eyes as you hold back the excruciating lump in your throat. He advanced a step towards you, hands outstretched, ready to embrace you, but you back away from him to resist his touch.

Your face is flushed, tears ached in your eyes, confident that he's acting clueless because he's in the presence of the jocks.

“Don’t fuck with me, Eddie. Don’t act like you weren’t secretly passing all these corny notes and flowers to me for this past week.”

Eddie remained silent. Genuinely stumped by the entire ordeal. He watched your figure start to shatter apart as sorrow began to creep into his consciousness. Your fingers and lips trembled as a few tears trickled down your cheek. You glanced at the ground, now doubting if it really was Eddie. How could it not be Eddie? It���s him. Eddie peered over at the jocks who are cackling to themselves and then turned to face you. He couldn't care less about them; his top focus right now is you.

“L-look I-I’m sorry b-but-I,” Eddie stuttered out words to form a sentence but couldn’t, not when you were already so hurt by something he didn’t do.

“Was this all real?” you huffed out through tears.

“W-what was what?”

“This,” you point your finger between his figure and yours, “Was it all fake? When we hated each other's guts, d-did you really hate me? Did you do this to get some sort of revenge?” Within the span of your remark, you shed a torrent of tears, which were now gushing continuously past your cheeks and onto your shirt. You were well aware that you seemed dishevelled. Tear tracks likely surfaced on your cheeks from the mascara seeping down with your tears.

He opened his mouth to say something but you continued, “Did you pretend we were okay and acted like you were secretly in love with me this past week so you could watch me fall apart because you hate me so much?”

This sudden pressure in Eddie's lungs prevented him from breathing correctly. There was nothing he did. Nothing. Although he was confused by the entire circumstance, he was not confused by the fact that he loves you. And now that you're wondering if it's all fake, incited additional rage and perplexity.

“Awe.” A voice interrupted. When you glance up, you find Jason cynically pouting and flashing his best puppy eyes at you and Eddie.

Eddie clenched his jaw, “Jason fuck off. I’m calling off the deal.”

Jason’s brows furrowed, “Calling off the deal? I thought you needed money for that old man and that shitty van of yours that probably reeks of weed and your own filth.”

Eddie shoved Jason to the ground. He was already on edge, and Jason was exacerbating the situation. You silently gasped and jumped back in panic as Patrick took Eddie by the collar of his shirt.

Jason promptly redeemed himself, swiftly standing on his feet and patting away the residual dirt on his pants and jacket before snatching Eddie from Patrick. The lump at the back of Eddie's throat kept him silent as Jason sneered sinisterly between you and his friends.

“You deserve this Munson. You deserve to live in hell,” Jason muttered. Eddie loudly grunted, trying to break free from Jason’s grip. Instead, his grasp tightened as he began to chuckle, becoming increasingly louder and menacing.

“Oh, this is funny. We did a good job boys. Didn’t we?” Jason asked as he looked over at his friends with a bitter smile. They exchanged broad grins as they fist-bumped one other. You stood there now being the oblivious one, confused as to why they were celebrating, but assumed it had something to do with Eddie. It was now his turn to shove Eddie to the ground, causing him to wince in pain.

A loud sigh escaped Jason’s mouth as he faced you, showing a modest tight-lipped smile. “By the way-” his tongue rolled over his lips, “-I’m truly sorry for the mistake.”

“What?” Your brows dipped in complete confusion.

“Blame Patrick— It was a peony, not a rose.”

You felt your soul being drained out of you as your face slumped. It seemed as if the world had come to a halt for a brief minute. Sudden heat surged to your cheeks as your fingers tightened on the hem of your shirt, ripping it. The uneasiness in your heart was replaced with frenzy, overwhelming the capacity your emotions can take. A malicious smirk emerged as he witnessed the dread on your face abruptly morph into vengeance.

“Happy April fools, ‘sweetheart’.” His tone overflowed with satisfaction and pride, thrilled with what he had accomplished.

As the boys praised him, he spun away on his heels, a triumphant smile on his face. Once more, you felt a prickling sensation in your vision. Guilt started to torment your mind as Eddie hesitantly rose to his feet.

“You fucking asshole!” You screamed, legs now running towards Jason as anger controlled your body. However, you were grabbed tightly by the waist, stopping you from reaching Jason. You aggressively flailed your arms and kicked your legs as hard as you could to get out of the grasp.

‘L-Let g-go! Let go!” You shrieked through sobs. You watch Jason and his friends cracking up. Some mock you by flailing their hands. Some mock Eddie by imitating his horns.

“H-hey-hey-Y/N-p-please,” Eddie desperately begged. Your hits became weaker and slower under Eddie’s grasp. You start to slip down to your knees, hands covering your face in embarrassment, guilt and resentment.

Hiding behind your hands provided you with the fragment of comfort in the knowledge that you felt like no one could see you and you could see no one. In ways you've never experienced, your heart began to ache in the most agonising depths imaginable. You didn't want to confront Eddie at all. You wished you could simply go back in time to when you both were frequently arguing. Embarrassment poured over you as you wept on the ground, not realising you were in Eddie's grasp.

Unaware of how much time has gone while you've been cloaked in the dark by your hands, you cautiously raised your head and noticed the sun beginning to fade behind dwellings. Eddie felt your chin settle on his shoulder and gave you a comforting stroke on the back. Although he was unaware of this prank, he felt awful for not discovering sooner.

“I’m sorry.”

Humiliation chewed up the remainder of your swelling anger leaving you in a pit of remorse. You gulped after Eddie’s voice pierced the silence.

“No. I’m sorry, Eddie.”

“But you didn’t know that they were doing this to you,” Eddie agonised as he heaved almost tiredly, feeling his chest rising and falling with every breath he took.

“Well you didn’t know either.”

Eddie remained quiet while you both sat in each other’s presence. His arms are now around your waist, and yours around his neck with the night wind growing colder, allowing the numbness in your heart to intensify.

“I-I’m just so sorry for putting the blame on you. I-I’m sorry for thinking your ‘friendly’ actions meant something more. I just thought it was because of the notes and stuff,” you trailed off quietly as the whispers of the breeze drifted by your ears, allowing a few seconds of stillness to pass.

Eddie pursed his lips, resting his chin on top of your head, “I mean, what if I truly meant for it to be something more in the first place?”

You leaned back from his touch, his exhausted and gloomy eyes gazing at yours.

“What do you mean?”

Eddie noticed the insecurity in your eyes as your eyes flinched in confusion, “Princess, I’ve been wanting more ever since we had our first argument. I just knew you were different than the others, but I genuinely thought you ‘hated’ me-” He used his fingers as quote marks to recall that stage, “-but that one time where you didn’t make a mean comment like you would, I-I thought there was a chance for us to change.” He cupped your cheek and stared into your weary eyes, “A-And it did. I was over the moon when we had our first- I don’t know, our first respectfulish conversation.” You tenderly smiled, leaning into his touch. Eddie shifted his attention elsewhere, nibbling on his lower lip while his cheeks turned scarlet. The moment you let out a small chuckle, his eyes locked with yours once again, but this time, you could feel the honesty and grief in his eyes.

“I just hope that this whole prank thing didn’t change your feelings towards me,” Eddie quietly voiced.

You shook your head, “Well now knowing that you actually like me, it has changed a bit.”

His face twisted and plummeted with confusion and fear, leaving him dumbfounded. As you watched him experience the stages of grief in two seconds, you could not contain the bubbles of laughter that shortly erupted.

“Not in a bad way, stupid, it just made me fall harder for you even more.”

Eddie sarcastically placed his hands above his heart, rolling his eyes as he deeply exhaled a large breath, “Oh I am flattered by your cheesiness.” You playfully slapped his arm, “But seriously, I was genuinely worried for a second,” he chuckled before he brought you into his warm embrace. In an instant, the worry and stress that had been haunting you were swiftly washed away by his touch and were replaced with serenity and tenderness.

“I wonder how the others will react to this,” you quietly whispered against his shoulder.

“This?”

“Us.” Your head rose to greet Eddie's, merely inches apart. His gaze is drawn between your eyes and lips.

He slightly shrugged, “I don’t know about the others, but I know Dustin is going to be thrilled.”

You let out a few stifled giggles as you envisioned Dustin bouncing with excitement when you reveal the information. As you peered over Eddie's shoulder, the moon was gently rising to reveal its splendour whilst the streetlights cast their glory. For some reason, something felt odd, it was as if your brain was screaming, trying to alert you.

“Eddie, how long have we been sitting here?”

“Uh-I don’t know,” He flicked his wrist to view his watch, “It’s 5:40— if that makes it any better.”

5:40? You thought hard in your head about what you possibly forgot. Textbooks in your locker? No. Assignment due tomorrow? No. Going to Robin’s house? No. Sleepover? N-Yes.

“Fuck!” You loudly exclaimed, startling Eddie as you scrambled to stand up straight.

“What? What?” His eyes widened in fear, baffled by your troubled state.

“T-the sleepover!”

“Oh shit.”

[ashwhowrites]

here we go again, sadly it didn’t send

id really like to read about eddie x girlfriend!reader who gets leg, knee & feet pain when walking for too long, too far or stand for big a big amount of time. i struggle with that & would really like to read how eddie would handle that.

imagine that they’re on a walk/hike with the kids & steve etc & they have to sit down after some time & always take a little rest. at one point mike gets annoyed & eddie gives him a speech about how painful the pain can get for his girl. he even carry’s her on his back so she can rest a little longer.

Omg! My knees are the exact same way. I constantly have to sit down

Small little hiking blurb. Flufffffff

When Dustin said he wanted to go for a hike with the whole group, Y/N planned to skip out on it. She knew her legs wouldn't be able to handle that and she didn't want to hold the whole group back, or even just Eddie.

But Dustin begged and begged for her to come. He loved having her around and he didn't want to deal with a pouting Eddie if she wasn't there. Then Eddie gave her the puppy eyes and she could never say no to Eddie.

But as they walked up another hill, she regretted saying yes. They've been on the trail for around twenty minutes so far, and she needed a break ten minutes ago. But she kept quiet, she figured she could power through as much as she could.

"Need a break, baby?" Eddie whispered as he walked next to her. Her hands were on her hips as she breathed heavily.

"No." She said quickly, but the pain on her face told Eddie otherwise.

"Hey, one sec! I need a break!" Eddie said, dropping himself right where he stood. The group stopped walking and sat down as well. She felt thankful Eddie asked for the break. She slowly sat down and stretched out her legs. The slight relief she felt caused a smile on her face.

Eddie held her hand and gave her a wink. She smiled as a thank you. The group talked about random things as they relaxed.

~~~

They've been walking for another twenty minutes, her knees and feet killing her again. She walked slower, causing her and Eddie to fall behind.

"GUYS WAIT! THEY ARE STILL BACK THERE." Dustin screamed, stopping the group from walking as they looked behind them. The group didn't say anything, all waiting patiently as Y/N and Eddie walked up to them.

"Think we could rest here for a second?" Y/N asked. She knew she wouldn't be able to take another step without bursting into tears. She sat down, and the group followed. She heard an annoyed sigh come from Mike but she brushed it off.

~~~

The group had been walking for around forty minutes, and she felt bad to ask for a break again. She hated that she had to stop under an hour every time. The group was making progress but slowly.

"Lunch time!" Eddie announced, helping Y/N walk over to a big rock. She sat down and slowly drank out of Eddie's water bottle. The group all sat down and opened a few snacks.

"Is it? Or does Y/N need a break...again." Mike said, his tone was snarky and mean. He huffed and sat down. Yanking out a bag of pretzels. The group glared at him but Eddie stomped over to him.

"Eddie," Y/N warned but he didn't listen.

Eddie snatched Mike's pretzels, standing over him.

"Hey asswipe, has anyone taught you respect? She has leg problems and this is hard on her. She did this for Dustin and Dustin only. So if he doesn't have a problem, then shut it." Eddie snapped, throwing the bag of pretzels on Mike's lap.

Mike gulped and sat quietly. The rest of the group sat in silence. But Dustin sent Y/N a happy smile.

"I'm happy you're here and doing the best that you can. Breaks are nice." Dustin said.

She smiled gratefully at him.

"Thanks, Dusty."

Eddie glared at Mike the whole time they took a break. Y/N kept nudging him but he refused to look away. Mike kept avoiding eye contact. When half an hour passed, Steve stood up.

"Ready?" Steve asked, looking at Y/N.

"Yeah." Truthfully, she wasn't. Her legs were done for the day but she didn't want to annoy anyone again.

"Time to walk back, think you'll be okay?" Eddie asked, looking down at her as he helped her stand.

"I'm not sure." She whispered, and the group started walking towards the parking lot. She eyed Mike and Eddie figured she was scared to ask again.

"Jump on," Eddie said, bending down as he turned around. She looked at him confused as he squatted in the middle of the woods.

"huh?"

"My back, baby. I'll carry you the rest of the way."

"Eddie no! That'll tire you out." She argued but Eddie wasn't taking it.

"Now." He demanded. She sighed and rolled her eyes.

She braced herself and jumped on his back. His arms were under her knees. It took them a second to get adjusted. But she felt so much relief not to be on her feet. Her hands were together in front of his chest.

"Let's go!" He cheered, racing to catch up. Her laugh caught the attention of the group. All looked back as Eddie ran up to them.

"See! No more breaks, Mike." Eddie sneered, using his girlfriend's foot to smack Mike in the back.

"Munson!" Y/N gasped, scolding Eddie as the group continued to walk.

"Nah, he deserved it," Max said, winking to Y/N.

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[sunflowersteves]

eddie’s campaign || e.m.

summary || you had taken eddie’s offer on joining the hellfire club.

pairing || eddie munson x fem!reader

author’s note || this can be seen as a part two to family video, or as a stand alone! i hope you enjoy!

warnings || vol 2 spoilers (blink and u miss it), fluff, fem!reader, idk 80s d&d rules (only modern) so im v sorry if it’s wrong

masterlist

You hadn’t set foot in Hawkins High since you graduated, since you’ve been off at college. You were adamant about never placing a single inch in this hell hole again, but here you were, walking through the halls for Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. 

It all felt so…strange.

The walls were decorated with colorful paper, most likely something to do with sports. You knew there was another basketball game tonight with much of Hawkins talking about it. You could see all the old lockers, almost shuddering at the past memories that seemed so recent, yet so long ago. Yeah, this was definitely odd.

Your feet came to a halt as you stood in front of Ms. Hank’s classroom. The door was slightly ajar, and you could hear someone murmuring. You gave two gentle taps on the door, slowly pushing it open. 

“Eddie?” His head perked up at the sound of your sweet, smooth voice. He tried to ignore the pounding of his heart in his ears. 

“Good evening, m’lady.” He couldn’t help but cringe on the inside at his greeting. He doesn't even know why he cared. You had literally just reconnected earlier that week, and the wild, untamed urge he had to touch you—to feel you—was absolutely insane. 

He just doesn’t get it. He's 'the freak' of Hawkins High. He doesn't ever care. Ever.

He’s supposed to be hard as stone, not giving a single flying shit about what anyone thinks of him. I mean, shit, he’s fought in another dimension before.

But for some reason, as you stand with a small affectionate smile in front of him, he can’t help but care. 

“Glad you are able to join us, newcomer.” He placed a figurine on the table, making sure that it was in the exact place he wanted it to be. You placed your belongings on a table nearby and then walked over to stand right next to Eddie.

And wow, you smelled good—perfect—like cinnamon, earthy and light as his breathing seemed to deepen. It was intoxicating. How was he supposed to be Dungeon Master when your presence sent him into a downright spiral?

With his nerves, Eddie couldn’t help but talk. And man, did he talk fast. 

You were trying your best to keep up with every single word he was saying. Your eyebrows were creased, your eyes were darting around from his hands to his eyes, and your index finger was on your pillowy lips—God—that only made him worse. So much worse. 

“Hey, Eddie?” His mouth snapped shut, head swiveling over towards you at lightning speed.

“Yeah?”

You took a step closer to him. Your arm was almost touching him, and he swore his heart was in his throat. Shit—he needed to get himself together, but his body burned just by standing next to you.

You opened your mouth, and he leaned in. His body was too curious about what you were about to say. Personal space? Yeah, fuck that. 

But before you could utter a word, the classroom door bursts open with a crowd of boys. Some of them you recognized from knowing their siblings, and some of them, you had even babysat before. 

“All I’m saying is—listen, okay—all I’m saying is that Return of the Jedi is ten times better than A New Hope.”

Lucas scrunched his nose. “Um, I beg to differ. A New Hope is what started everything all together. You wouldn’t have Return if you didn’t have Hope.”

Mike just rolled his eyes and murmured under his breath. “Yeah, whatever.” Before they could bicker anymore, they realized there was a new presence in the room. 

“Who’s this?” 

“A half-elf, lawful good cleric.” 

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I gathered that this random person is here to play. I’m asking who it is.”

Eddie clicked his tongue. “All you need to know, Henderson, is that you have to step up your game for this campaign.”

Dustin looked like he was thinking, and then it clicked. “Hey, wait, you’re my babysitter!” His smile, which wasn’t so gummy as you remembered it to be, was beaming. 

~~

All of you had been playing for a while, going through the ropes and getting a hang of things. Much to Lucas’ dismay, Eddie kept giving you tips and tricks that could save your ass or give you a chance of being at a higher level. 

“He didn’t do that for us…”

Eddie sent a glare. “Shut it, Sinclair.”

But now, it was time for the true part of the campaign—the battles. 

Eddie looked absolutely giddy as watched everyone take their rolls, watching each and every one of their actions. Lucas and Dustin had already rolled theirs and completely failed—already taking a lot of damage. 

Mike rolled his dice. His hands were pressed together as if he was praying to the Gods. “Please, please please—”

The dice came to a halt, and everyone moved their head to see a number. Well, fuck.

Eddie tsked. “Well, well, Wheeler, a four. An absolute miss.” Eddie takes his own dice and rolls. “Looks like the Aboleth excretes a black-like fluid onto your face causing you to suffocate.” Eddie splats his hands out in front of him to make a gesture. “You turn to your friends to help, but it’s too late, Wheeler, the ink enters your lungs causing you to crash onto the ground.”

Eddie’s maniacal laugh booms across the room. Mike, Lucas, and Dustin all sigh in defeat—the aching emotion covering their entire faces. Now, it was all up to you. You were the last remaining character left. 

They all turn to you in hope, “C’mon! You can do this!”

You nervously picked up your dice and threw it onto the table. Everyone’s eyes are wide as it bounces across the table. All of their heads immediately peaked over—rushing to find out what number you had rolled. 

All the boys gaped at you, utterly and completely shocked. 

Was this real life? Was Eddie dreaming? It sure felt like he was dreaming. The person of his dreams, standing right before him, rolled a nat-twenty, more specifically on your first roll.  A damn natural twenty?

No one in the room could believe their eyes. You, a person who had only just dabbled in the arts of dungeon and dragons, were a fucking natural at the overly complex tabletop game. He could kiss you. He could really practically kiss you. 

“Holy shit.” Dustin paused, locking eyes with you. “Holy shit!”

“Holy shit is right, Henderson.”

“Am I that impressive to you, dungeon master?” He choked on basically nothing; he felt his brain short circuit as the words left your mouth. He wanted you to call him that for the absolute rest of his life. 

By this point, he had no idea what he was doing. Holy fuck, what was he doing? His hands had reached across the table as if they had their own brain, and they grabbed your cheeks. He pulled you forward, so your face was just inches away from his.

“You are so fucking amazing. Where have you been all my life?”

You. How can you be so real? You’re smart, funny, so—so—pretty, and you were good at D&D? Somebody has to fucking pinch him because he is definitely dreaming. 

You erupted in giggles, causing Eddie to laugh as well. Your hands went up to grab his wrists, which he thought was to pull them down. But, no. You kept his hands on your cheeks, even giving his arms a tight squeeze. 

“I’ve been here, Eddie. You just had to look harder.” 

His heart was in his ears, “well, fuck, I think not being around you is my only high school regret.” 

“Yeah, Eddie, if you don’t date her, I swear to—”

Eddie groaned, “shut up, Dustin.”

~~

The ending of the campaign was great. You had saved everybody's asses, and all of them adorned big smiles on their faces. 

Especially Eddie.

The boys had already left, and now, it was just you and Eddie again. He insisted that he didn’t need any help with cleaning up, but you shook your head and helped him anyway. 

“Eddie?”

He didn’t look up from what he was doing; he was way too nervous to look you in the eyes. Jeez, what was wrong with him?

“Yeah?”

You paused, “you know, I’ve always thought that you were cute in high school.” 

Oh. Oh, shit. “Really?” 

You nodded, nerves bubbling into your stomach. “Yeah, I always admired that you didn’t care. You just seemed so free and fun. When you would yell across the cafeteria, I swear to you—it’s true—that it always made my day. I don’t know. There was just something about you—”

You were cut off by a pair of lips melting on top of yours. You let out a surprised gasp but quickly gained to your senses as your hands wrapped into his hair. 

Oh, my, you are addicting—so fucking addicting. He could taste your cherry lip balm, smell your sweet perfume, and feel your skin brush up against his. 

You broke the kiss for some air, the two of you heavily breathing in the small classroom. Then, the two of you just burst out in laughter, not being able to help yourselves. 

Yeah, Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson was royally fucked. You’ve absolutely ruined him. 

~~

ppl who wanted a part two: @lizzieaurum @alwaysspoopy @ourheartsofsteel @madmaxis123 @chiggennuggie

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Your Dashingly Handsome Tour Guide - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Your Dashingly Handsome Tour Guide

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Nancy, Reader's parents (Mentioned), Steve's parents (Mentioned), Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, El (Mentioned), and Will (Mentioned)

| Read Part 1 |

WC: 3,300

Warnings: Part 2 of Falling, Falling All Over Again, mentions of Steve's and Nancy's past relationship, a lot of italics, banter, teasing, flirting, cursing, mentions of the Upside Down, mentions of drugs, mentions of Steve's amazing hair a lot, Mama Steve, mini angst, and fluff

The early afternoon sun was bright, blinding, and high in the sky as Steve drove to the Wheeler's house, his fingers anxiously tapping along to the random song that was playing on the radio. The night before, Steve had been overwhelmed with the excitement of seeing you again and the chance of getting to spend more time with you, but then Steve remembered that you were staying with the Wheelers, and his mood immediately darkened slightly.

Pulling up to the house, he parked, before letting out a deep breath. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he shut his eyes briefly, trying to calm himself. Everything was fine. He was going to be fine. Yes, it was going to be awkward if she was there, but he could get through it. Just get you, and go. Simple. Easy.

But this day was going to be anything but easy for Steve.

Stepping out of the car and heading down the steps to the front door, Steve felt his heart pound heavily behind the entrapments of his ribcage as he raised his fist to then carefully knock on the door. Stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, Steve stared down at his shoes - hoping and praying that you, Mrs. Wheeler, or anyone but Nancy would answer the door. But the world could be and would be cruel, because a split second later, the door swung open, revealing Nancy Wheeler standing on the other side.

Recognizing her shoes, Steve reluctantly looked up as he took in a breath. Nancy blinked, clearly confused and surprised by his sudden appearance at the door, but she quickly composed herself. "Steve... What are you doing here?" She asked, her tone polite, but some uneasiness was hidden underneath.

"Hello, Nancy," Steve spoke, just as polite, clearing his throat, "Uh, I'm here to pick up Y/N."

At this, she tilted her head, "Y/N? You know her?"

"Yeah," Steve answered, "We go way back."

Nancy pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly as she nodded. "Okay, I'll... I'll just go get her then." She spoke, opening the door further for him to enter, "Uh, just wait right here."

Nodding, Steve stood in the entranceway, deciding to stare back down at his shoes as he shifted his weight slightly against the carpet. He didn't have to wait long though, at the sound of your voice, his head snapped up, and everything about his awkward interaction with Nancy immediately flew out of his head. Upon seeing you walk down the stairs, Nancy in tow, a grin stretched across Steve's face despite how nervous and anxious he was feeling. Was it just him, or was there a soft bean of light light shining down upon you?

Your heart raced wildly as you watched Steve step toward you, taking in his appearance as you tried hard to conceal the huge smile that threatened to overtake your face, trying desperately to remain calm, but it was practically impossible. "Hello, Steven."

"Hey, honey," He greeted back to you, almost breathlessly as his arms only opened slightly only for you to practically leap into them.

Steve let out a breath, a small grunt leaving him from your sudden impact as his arms quickly wrapped around you. Digging his face into your neck, he let himself become engulfed by the entrancing smell of your shampoo. You nuzzled your cheek into his shoulder, arms tight around his waist; strands of his hair tickling your face. This hug was similar to yesterday's, the hug feeling just as tight and comforting. But you and Steve couldn't help but feel like this hug was different. This hug made it feel like you had never left Hawkins all those years ago.

Nancy watched, feeling what she could only think was envy. Yes, she had many regrets about her prior relationship with Steve, but even she could admit that she had never seen Steve look as happy as he did when he was with you. It was obvious how much Steve admired you; from the way he had looked at you and spoke to you. When she was dating Steve, she thought Steve looked at her like that. But now that she sees the two of you together - the way you fit so perfectly in his arms and the way his eyes lit up at your presence - Nancy couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Pulling out of his arms slightly, you had given Nancy a smile and wave, but before she could even wave back, you and Steve were gone.

~~~

Walking side by side, you clasped your hands behind you, looking up at Steve with a smile; admiring him as he glanced down at you. "So..." You began, watching his grin brighten ever so slightly, "What is my dashingly handsome tour guide going to show me first?" You asked as you both stopped at his car.

"Well," Steve began, opening the passenger side door, "As your dashingly handsome tour guide, I was thinking of the Starcourt Mall." He answered, bowing slightly. "My lady, your chariot." He said jokingly, in a terrible attempt at a french accent, gesturing his hand towards the vehicle. Smiling widely, you curtsied before climbing into the passenger seat and buckled yourself in as Steve shut the door. Hands clasped now in your lap, you watched as Steve started up the car and pulled out of the Wheeler's driveway. Once on the road, Steve glanced over at you as he turned down the music coming from the radio, "So, what's new?" He asked, inwardly cringing at how silly he sounded as you looked over at him with a small smile.

"Well, I don't want to bore you with everything." You laughed lightly only for Steve to take a hand off the wheel to wave it dismissively.

"Nothing you can say can bore me, sweetheart." He assured you.

"Oh, really?" You hummed teasingly, raising an eyebrow, "Even if I talk about really boring stuff? Like math? Or car insurance?"

"Really." He insisted with a chuckle. "I promise." He added as he glanced over at you. “I could listen to anything you have to say.”

“Flatterer.” Rolling your eyes playfully, you gave him a cheeky grin as you shifted in your seat. "Only because you practically insisted." You began, "It's only fair to start off after the move. Uh, well, I transferred to a high school in California. Made a few friends, not a lot. Got some good grades." You began to list off, your eyes darting back and forth from trees, houses and businesses as you recalled the events of the past couple of years. "Then, uh, I got a summer job, waitressing and helping my mother at the convenience store. Got my first car. Nothing really spectacular has happened in my life now that I've come to think about it. I mean, yeah, there have been a few milestones and events, I went to Disneyland twice, but nothing too... y'know?" You tried, shrugging a shoulder as you glanced awkwardly at him before clearing your throat. "Besides, I bet you've done something amazing while I've been gone." You exclaimed, a slight bit of excitement present in your voice.

Steve shrugged his shoulders with a small sigh, "Sorry to disappoint you, honey, but this shitty town isn't really the sort of place where people do amazing things. I've done basically all the same things as you, minus Disney. I graduated, got a car, made friends, and got the job at Scoops..." He replied, not wanting to tell you about the Upside Down - sadly the only crazy event that had happened in his life the past year or so. He didn't want to accidentally bring you into the chaos that seemed to plague Hawkins. 

"Hmm," You hummed simply, nonchalantly as you turned to look out the front windshield, "So... No parties, girlfriends, or anything? I was sure that you would go out, party, and cause some havoc; give your parents a heart attack.”

"Oh, I did all of that," Steve answered, his chest puffing slightly as he continued, "I'll have you know, I was ‘King Steve’ back in high school. I was very popular. I went to parties, hosted parties, broke rules, everything. I even did drugs."

Turning, you leaned your elbow on the center console, resting your cheek in the palm of your hand as you gazed up at Steve, "Oh, wow, drugs. I’m shocked.” You spoke sarcastically, “Everyone has done that Mary Jane, Steven.”

“Huh?” Steve glanced over at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he frowned, confused.

“Marijuana, Steven. But, what? You still party? Or did you get bored or something?”

Steve hummed softly, his eyes softening slightly as he smiled sadly. "No. Not anymore. I guess I had to grow up. I... I was a real big jerk in high school. I don't know what happened to me... If it was my shitty absent parents or losing you... But... You wouldn't have liked the person I was then. I regret a lot of things I did back then..."

Narrowing your eyes slightly, you pressed your lips into a thin line as you stared intently at Steve. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head slowly. "I wouldn't be too sure of that, Steve." You whispered. Your mind drifted back to your time in high school. "I wasn't the best of people back in school either. But, it was inevitable. I mean, I was forced to leave my hometown, you, and everything I knew at a young age. I was a teenager, and I lashed out and did things that I regret." You spoke grimly but not before offering a small, sad smile, "But that's just growing up. We all go through certain events in our lives that force us to change. Sometimes, they're good and sometimes, they suck." Your lips pursed slightly as you gazed up at Steve.

At a red light, Steve turned to look at you, "Wise words there, Y/N," He commented, his lips tugging into a smile as he glanced back at the road, "You always were super smart," As the light changed, he turned forward once more, glancing back at you with a small chuckle as he noticed the flush creeping onto your cheeks. 

Huffing, you roll your eyes, unable to stop the smile that grows on your face as you hear him laugh. "Of course." You agreed before turning in your seat, as he parked the car in the mall parking lot and let out a small sigh as he leaned back against the seat.

"You ready?" Steve then asked, turning his head to look at you, a grin forming on both of your faces. 

"Born ready."

~~~

“And on your left here is the Orange Julius... And, uh, the Burger King." Steve spoke, gesturing to each place as you passed them before he turned and pointed to the Scoops Ahoy. "And you already know where I work."

You could stop the wide grin from overtaking your face, "Oh, yeah, I know." You teased, narrowing your eyes playfully, "I was actually hoping you would be wearing that sailor outfit when you picked me up today. I’m missing all that blue, and the little hat.”

A faint blush appeared on Steve's cheeks, his face turning almost entirely pink in a matter of seconds as he averted his gaze from yours, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck, "Oh, I bet you would've loved that."

Looping your arm around his, you looked up at him with a smirk, "Oh, I know that I would have." You answered cheekily, stepping up onto your tip-toes briefly to press a quick kiss to his burning cheek, "But this just gives me another excuse to visit you while you're working." Steve felt his heart skip a beat, his breath stuttering out as he exhaled through his mouth; his mind completely blank except for repeating the simple peck over and over again. Seeing as he was frozen, you couldn't help but chuckle, looking up at Steve with a small, dreamy sigh, "Did I really break you this time?" You asked him, unlooping your arm from his to flick his forehead.

Blinking, Steve looked down at you admiringly as his hand came up to gently take your hand in his, "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You asked hopefully, unable to break your gaze from his as he intertwined your fingers with his. 

Smiling warmly as his thumb rubbed circles across the back of your hand, Steve cleared his throat softly. The world around the both of you seemed to disappear, leaving you in a blissful trance as he spoke once more, "Can I ask you something?" He asked nervously, biting his lip slightly as he gazed down at you; all that mattered to Steve was you right then.

"Anything." You responded breathily, squeezing his hand lightly, "What is it?"

Steve opened his mouth, ready to speak, but at the sound of someone yelling out his name, his shoulders immediately deflated and a deep exhale quickly left him as he head fell to rest on your shoulder. Shutting his eyes, he didn't even have to look up to know who was walking over as you looked over to see two girls and four boys rushing over.

"Steve! Are you shitting me?!" Dustin exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as he stopped before you and Steve. "You blew us off for a date?"

Steve didn’t raise his head from you, blindly pointing a finger in the general direction of the young boy, "Hey, no language in front of the lady. But yes. I did."

Snapping your gaze away from the kids, you raised an eyebrow, smirking, "This is a date?" You asked, brushing your fingers through the soft hairs at the back of his neck; a shiver running through him from your touch. All the while, most, if not all, of the kids’ eyes were glued to your hand, in Steve’s hair. No one could touch Steve’s hair. But he let you?

Steve quickly snapped up, your hand sliding from his hair and on to his chest as he looked like a fish out of the water; his mouth opening and closing as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to say something before one of the other kids spoke up. "Why? You said you'd take us to the arcade this morning." Mike spoke, and Steve floundered. “And instead, you take the girl who’s staying at my house!”

"Change of plans. I wasn't expecting-" 

"Ugh, boys." The redhead exclaimed, glaring at the small group of boys before looking up at you and giving you a smile. "Hi, I'm Max." She offered you her hand, which you took.

"It's nice to meet you, Max. My name is Y/N." You shook her hand, "I love your hair."

"Thank you!" She exclaimed, her eyes and smile widening from the compliment. “This is El.” She then introduced you to the girl next to her.

Before Steve could even do anything, you were surrounded by six tweens with questions. Like how you could touch Steve’s hair, where you were from, and how you knew Steve, etcetera. Steve could only watch, arms crossed as his bottom lip jutted out in a pout; watching as you smiled and spoke to El, Max, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will, answering all of their questions.

Steve was pretty disappointed, his chance to ask you out on a movie date being snatched away from him by the kids he babysits. But, seeing your smile, and hearing your laughter, Steve's tense posture relaxed as he found himself smiling despite how hard he tried to keep a neutral expression on his face. It was nice... Seeing you get along so easily with his tween friends. Was it even possible? To fall even further in love with someone? He knew that he loved you. Ever since he was a kid. That was never a doubt in his mind. He just wanted to make sure... That whatever feeling he was feeling, that you felt the same way.

Looking up, your eyes met Steve's, and you gave him a gentle smile, and for a second, for a moment, Steve's world seemed to stop. His breathing momentarily paused, his palms began to sweat, his stomach dropped and warmed with a soft swarm of a thousand twitterpated butterflies. And for that reason, he couldn't stop looking at you. Looking at your features. The curve of your lips, the slope of your nose, the shape of your eyebrows, the shine in your bright eyes. Just staring. Snapping out of it though, Steve took his chance, gaining the strength... He loved those kids, but they were not going to distract both him and you from your apparent date.

"Hey, guys, guys!" Steve called out, gaining the six tween's attention, and for a moment, Steve took in a deep breath before continuing, "If you leave us alone for today, I'll let you all have free ice cream for a week."

"A week?" Lucas asked, deadpanned, only for Steve to sigh.

"Fine," He grimaced, dropping his hand from his hair and crossing his arms, "Free ice cream for a month." He promised, staring down at the kids, who stared right back up at him with large grins on their faces. 

"Deal! No take-backsies!" Dustin yelled out before the six of them ran off finally leaving you and Steve alone.

Walking over to Steve, you looked up at him with a smirk, "You're going to regret doing that." You told him smugly, chuckling as you reached up to run your fingers through his messed up hair - trying to fix it a bit, your nails gently raking against his scalp deliciously as Steve sighed, immediately relaxing from your simple touch. 

"Mhmm. I already am." He agreed with a soft, tired hum, his hand coming up to take your hand from his hair before pressing your hand against his pink-tinged cheek; shutting his eyes, he nuzzled his cheek into the warmth of your palm. "They are going to be the death of me."

"They will be. You’ll be sprouting little white hairs sooner or later.” You agreed, jokingly, right back, your thumb brushing against his cheek, "Now, what were you going to ask me before your children arrived, Mama Steve?"

"My children? Mama Steve?" Steve asked, opening his chocolate brown eyes and looking down at you as your hand slipped from his cheek, "What did they say?" He asked, worriedly. What did those damn kids tell you?

You bit your lip to hide your growing grin, “The ‘Mama Steve’ thing was my idea. The kids loved it.” You spoke, making Steve pout adorably again.

“I’m sure they did.”

"And, well, I could only pick up on a few sentences here and there - these kids really need to work on taking turns speaking, but they all had good things to say." You finished.

The corner of Steve's lips twitched as he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Bullshit.”

"Well..," You began, taking one of his hands into yours, "How about you take me to a movie? I could treat you to a chocolate milkshake at Burger King and I'll tell you all the juicy gossip they told me about you?" You asked, subconsciously playing with his fingers as you stared up at him with a grin.

His expression softened, his grip on your hand tightening slightly, "A movie? And Dinner?"

"Mhmm," You nodded, gesturing to the theater with your chin, "I saw that they're playing Back To The Future. I haven’t seen it yet."

“You stole my idea… But…” The smile on Steve's face was breathtaking as he chuckled, shaking his head lightly, "That sounds perfect, sweetheart.”

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stranger things x older brother figure! rich! reader

a/n: to celebrate stranger things s4 vol 2 coming out today in a few hours, i’ve decided to give us all masc aligned people a treat before shit goes down, enjoy.

cw: contains some scenes from the series (not enough to spoil), mentioned homophobia & fragile masculinity, bullying scenario, messy cuz i just put whatever random shit pops up to my mind and im also writing this at 1:30 am, NOT PROOFREAD!!

depending on your personality, it’s either the group would see you as the “cool” brother like in the movies or the “annoying” brother in real life

as kids, you’d have to defend them against bullies, seniority scares majority of the kids.

but if they don’t want you to interfere, they’d just ask you on how to defend theirselves

tell them some witty comebacks

yeah i don’t think they can do it without it leading into a physical fight so you’d have to watch their back before it becomes one

spoil them! buy them action figures, comics, new set of dnd miniatures. they’d worship you…for 5 mins before hyper-focusing on that same item you bought for them

you’d be such a big help to joyce and jonathan if you decide to fund and help them with the will situation in s1

jonathan actually talked to you, also joyce’ll treat you as her other son

imagine having a platonic relationship with max, your relationship is the relationship she wishes she has with billy

billy would probably spite you for it (he’s jealous and doesn’t want to admit it lol)

oh, and the group would probably jokingly make you compete with steve for the “best mom older brother” award (dustin would also make eddie compete too if you’ve met each other already)

somehow, they’ll find a way to turn your words against you

okay. imagine s3, the vent scene with erica

m/n: alright. how much do you want, kid? hundred? thousand? a million bucks?

robin: you’re gonna offer, a child, a million? do you even have a million on-hand?

m/n, a rich teen: uh yeah??? 🧍

robin: okay, what the actual fu–!

if you’re part of the LGBTQIA+, and openly into men or in touch with your femininity. mike’s dad would try and tell mike to not be associated with you again (sorry but he reeks of homophobia and fragile masculinity)

remember that one scene in s4 (ep 5, 1:00:52) where he’s so salty at dustin and the gang for hanging out in their house? that but insert m/n there

mr. wheeler: –why not? take us for all we’re worth

dustin: oka–

*slam*

m/n: if you care so much about your money, then here’s a fucking stack. thank you so much for your hospitality”

mr. wheeler: *is baffled by the amount of cash a teen could have* how’d you get this money??

m/n: oh i’m actually am a stripper and i have a sugar daddy– of course, i worked for it, obviously. i have a job.

dustin: *whispering* holy fucking shit, you’re so cool

if you have “old rich” money than “hard earned” money, it’s the same thing but probably less “cooler” in their eyes

if not all of them, at least one would keep bugging you on what job you have to earn a lot of money

some would say, they’re still bugging what you do for a living ‘til today

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Light of his life

Summary; When Eddie tells the Hellfire Club that he is going to confess his feelings to his dream girl, y/n is heartbroken assuming he means Chrissy.

Little does she know...

Warnings; You all know the drill ❤Angst, pining, heartache, fluff and sweetness.

Reblogs, comments, etc are always appreciated. I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

💕❤

Eddie was quiet at lunch today. This in itself was unusual as he was always quite dramatic and according to Gareth never stopped talking most of the time.

So yeah, she was concerned. So was Dustin who nudged Eddie softly and Eddie looks up, he looks nervous. She can't remember the last time he was nervous.

"Uh, are you okay dude?". Dustin asks softly and Eddie nods suddenly growing determined.

"Couldn't be better Henderson. I am going to finally do it. I'm going to tell my dream girl how I feel about her".

Her heart sinks in her chest. It wasn't hard to know who he meant. She eyes the cheerleader table where Chrissy Cunningham sat. Queen of Hawkins high, pretty, cheerleader.

Of course, it would be Chrissy, she was Eddie's middle school crush.

It's what she always expected. Chrissy was a sweetheart to so it's not like y/n could hate her or anything. It's just Eddie had been her crush for year's and she always hoped for the day he could return her feelings.

Turns out that day wouldn't happen. Chrissy got to know Eddie through his dealings when she wanted some weed. Chrissy didn't do it anymore but she and Eddie had struck up a friendship now so she could feel the same way for him.

"That's great Eddie". She murmurs striving to be happy for him. Even if it was breaking her heart, he was her friend she had to get over her feelings.

"When are you going to tell her?". Jeff asks and he swallows.

"After school, got everything planned". He chats with Jeff a bit more and she tries to keep herself together.

"Why not just tell her now? She's here isn't she". Mike asks puzzled and Eddie rolls his eyes.

"It's called romance Wheeler. This isn't some random hook-up I met at the hideout. I'm in love with this woman".

In love. He was in love with this woman? She feels like she can't breathe and blinks away tears hoping no one notices her devastated expression.

❤

All through the day, she feels the sickness in her stomach grow. The dread at seeing Eddie in love with some beautiful girl, most likely Chrissy.

She's so lost in thought that she doesn't notice Chrissy talking to Eddie at his van. When she does her stomach bottoms out.

Eddie is talking to her and she is smiling sweetly, then she hugs him and Eddie looks so happy.

That's the moment her heart breaks and she rushes away from the scene teary and bumps into Robin.

"Hey, you okay? Oh my god, are the kids okay? Did something happen? Shit I'm panicking sorry. It isn't another monster thing is it".

Steve comes out of the car and gestures to her inside with a concerned look on his features.

"Come on, hey it's okay honey. What happened is it the kids?". She shakes her head.

"Can you take me home Steve?". He softens and nods and she gets into the back seat as tears fall down her cheeks.

Well, he did say he would tell the girl after school. She really hopes that he is going to be happy with Chrissy, despite how heartbroken she is all she wants is for Eddie be happy.

❤

Eddie calls her a little later that day, it's their movie night and he has something that he wants to tell her.

Most likely that Chrissy is now his girl she expects and she can't say no because he sounds so insistent to see her.

So she buries her feelings and heads to Eddie trying not to show how nervous she is about what he's about to say.

Once she gets to the trailer she knocks on the door and Eddie yells for her to come in. Bracing herself she heads inside and gasps.

Eddie has lit some candles and he's holding a bunch of her favourite flowers, interspersed with some wildflowers that she adores in a variety of colours.

"Eddie?". Okay. Now she's confused.

"Hi, princess". He walks over to her and he looks so nervous.

"They are beautiful Eddie thank you. All this for movie night?". She murmurs heart fluttering.

"No, not just movie night. I said earlier that I was going to tell my dream girl how I felt, wanted it to be romantic for you princess".

Tears roll down her cheeks, she feels so happy, elated at his words but a bit confused.

"I don't understand. I saw you with Chrissy, she hugged you. I assumed she would be here that she was your dream girl". He chuckles.

"What? No. I told her that I was telling you how I felt tonight. She's been badgering me for weeks to say to you princess. I don't want Chrissy like that, she's just a friend. I don't want anyone. Just you baby".

He strokes her cheek and she can't believe that this is real. That he feels the same way as she does.

"I'm in love with you princess. I love you so much. You're the love of my life. I want you to be mine always my queen".

In response, she kisses him, peppering butterfly kisses over his cheek his jaw and then back to his lips.

"I love you too Eddie, I'll gladly be yours always". His grin widens and the nerves leave him as he kisses her again.

"Jesus H Christ that was nerve-wracking beautiful, now shall we watch a movie and I can cook you a fine gourmet meal. We have uh spaghetti hoops?". She giggles.

"Let's order a pizza, ooh and some ice cream". She tugs his hand and takes him into his room and onto his bed.

Well they'll order after a lot of kissing has been done.

💕💫💕💫

[iheartyouyou]

Alright, bet | Eddie Munson

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 3.5k

warnings: angst, cuss words, not proofread (yet!) and maybe more. idk

Summary: Steve bets you to date Eddie Munson until the end of the school year.

Authors Note: I’m so sorry if this is bad

“You see that guy over there?” Steve asks, pointing to a guy with long, disheveled hair. He looked like he was around the age 18, and he was with a group of boys.

All of them were wearing the same shirt that read “Hellfire club”.

“Yeah?” You respond, quirking an eyebrow at Steve. 

You guys made a bet. You didn’t know what the bet was about yet, but you told him what you would want if you won and what he would want if you lost. 

Steve looks at you, leaning against his car. The two of you were in the school’s parking lot, waiting to pick up Dustin and that’s when he suggested the bet.

“I want you to date him until the end of the school year.” He says simply.

“What?” You shrieked. You weren’t about to date some random dude for free cassettes from Steve’s work.

“What? You too scared?” He taunts, looking back at the group of boys.

“No. I— I just… I don’t want to date some random high schooler for cassettes.” You say, looking back at the boy. You had to admit, he was weirdly attractive.

Steve shrugs. “Free movies for life? Including the ones that haven’t been released yet.” He proposes. He knew that you had been wanting and waiting for Karate Kid ll to come out, knowing this would finally convince you to agree to the bet. 

Your eyes widen, a smile growing on your face. You already knew what he was talking about. “Really? You have it? Why didn’t you tell me?” You gush, doing a little dance.

“Not supposed to tell costumers about unreleased movies… does this mean you’re gonna do the bet?” He asks.

You look back at the boy, your eyes softening. “Fine.” You look back at Steve. “What’s his name?”

“Eddie Munson.”

-

You had a few steps to your plan. 

Introduce yourself

The next time Steve went to go pick up Dustin after school, you tagged alone, in hopes of seeing Eddie again and introducing yourself. Luckily, he was there.

He was wearing the same thing, except he had a jean jacket on. 

Steve pulled into the parking lot, ready to get out and find Dustin. You stop him though, telling him that you wanted to say hi to Mike and Lucas.

You make your way to the group, fixing your hair along the way. Dustin spots you, immediately saying goodbye to his friends and running into your direction. You frown. “He—“ You start. “Y/N, I’m really tired. We were planning a big campaign today and I don’t really wanna do small talk.” 

You furrow your eyebrows. “Uh— okay.” You look back the group of boys, noticing that Eddie’s eyes were already on yours.

You were about to wave at him before Dustin grabbed your arm and started dragging you towards Steve’s car.

You roll your eyes. 

The first part of your plan failed, but that’s fine, you’ll just try again tomorrow.

Introduce yourself… part 2

You were going to do the same thing as before. Go to pick up Dustin with Steve and introduce yourself to Eddie, but then the imaginable happened.

“Hey, Y/N?” Dustin says from your front door step.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence to see him on your doorstep, but to see him and Mike together, standing there with pleading eyes, that was a rare occurrence.

“What’d you guys do this time?” You groan.

“We need your help. We need you to fill in for Lucas for tonight’s campaign. It’s a really big deal for Eddie and he won’t reschedule it and we really need a sub. Can you please, please, be our sub.” He begs.

At first, you were gonna slam the door in their faces, but then you realized that this would be the perfect opportunity to introduce yourself to Eddie.

“Fine, but only this once.” You mumble, rubbing your face. They cheer in excitement, praising you for agreeing to help them.

You know how to play DnD. You used to play it with Mike and them in his basement, but after everything happened you stopped, too scared to summon a demogorgon.

-

“We actually found a sub for Lucas!” Dustin shouts excitedly.

“You did?” Eddie asks, surprised. Nobody in this town really played DnD, so it was shocking that they found someone willing to play.

Dustin nods, turning around to see you walking with Mike a few feet away. Mike tried to convince you to wear the dumb shirt they wear 24/7, but you refused.

Eddie and Dustin watched as the two of you argued, slowly walking side by side.

You two make your way to where everybody else was.

“I’m no—“ You start but Mike elbows you, signaling you to shut up.

Dustin awkwardly coughs. “Eddie, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Eddie.” He says.

Eddie takes in your outfit. The loose jeans that were folded up on the bottom, your shirt and slightly rid up your stomach, exposing it. The black converse you were wearing, the necklace that fit perfect around your neck. Your wavy hair was down as well, the way i—

“Nice to me you, Eddie.” You say, holding your hand out for him to shake it.

He smirks, shaking it. “Welcome to the team.”

-

After celebrating a win of defeating vecna, you waited patiently outside for Steve to pick you up. You ranted to him about filling in for Lucas and he offered to pick you up after.

You thought everyone left, but you thought wrong.

“I thought you left already?” Eddie says, startling you. He chuckles at your reaction, leaning against the wall beside you. You and Eddie actually got along, the two of you were cracking up jokes during the game, even though it was very serious to him.

“No.. I’m waiting for my ride.” You say, tugging on your shirt.

“Steve?” He asks.

You turn to look at him, confusion evident on your face. “How’d you know?”

“I see you guys hanging out a lot.” He says.

“You do?” A blush started to settle on your cheeks of the thought of him noticing you before the two of you officially met.

He hums. “Steve Harrington.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Why’d you fill in for Lucas anyways?”

You thought about it for a moment. You wanted to tell him it was because you had nothing going on, but you decided to just tell him the truth. What’s the worse that could happen?

“I actually only came for you.”

He furrows his eyebrows, pointing a finger to himself. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

You opened your mouth to say something else, but Steve’s car quickly pulled in. You push yourself off the wall you were leaning on. “Well, that’s my ride.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just watches as you open the car door, but you turn around quickly. Steve mumbles something about you closing the door because you were letting cool air in and that it was freezing out there.

“Why don’t we hang out?” You offered, smiling.

Get to know him

You drummed your finger against the kitchen counter, watching as Steve poured himself something to drink. 

“So… you guys are like… friends?” Steve asks, taking a seat on the kitchen stool next to you.

You sigh. “I’m supposed to be meeting him at the park tomorrow.” 

“The park?” 

“Yeah.”

Steve laughs. “I think you might be winning this bet.”

-

You got to the park shortly after Eddie did, he was sitting on the bench.

“Hey.” You say from behind him. He swings around to look at you. “Thought you were gonna bail.” He says, laughing.

“Why would I bail?” You ask, taking a seat next to him. 

“Cause’ I’m a freak?” He says, questioning you and himself.

It was your turn to laugh. “What do you mean? You’re no freak.”

“I’m the school’s freak. Thought your lil’ boyfriend would’ve told you.”

“Boyfriend?” You had confusion written all of your face.

“Mr. Harrington.” He mumbles.

You gasp. “You think I’m dating him? That’s the funniest shit i’ve heard all day, he can hardly pull a girl these days— they all run from him.” 

“That’s ironic. He had girls falling over heels for him in highschool.”

You quickly change the subject, not wanting to talk about Steve’s love life. You already had to deal with Steve ranting to you about his hook ups, you didn’t want to talk about them with someone else.

“School freak?” You question Eddie. He didn’t look like a freak to you— yeah he had unbrushed hair and would wear the same thing everyday, but that didn’t mean he was a freak.

“Eddie “the freak” Munson” He quoted.

“You’re not a freak.” You say, trying to sympathize with him.

“I’ve gotten held back, twice. I’m a 20 year old in highschool.”

“You’re 20?” You shriek. You didn’t mean to sound like you were terrified of him because of that, it just came off as a surprise. It looked like he was 17-18.

“Is that bad?” He asks, frowning.

“N-No! It’s just… you look younger. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“How old are you then?” He asks, looking at the swing mysteriously swinging by itself.

“19.” 

“You could’ve fooled me for a 17 year old.”

Finally make a move

You and Eddie hung out a few more times over the next few weeks, but the end of the school year was coming up and you needed to make a move. An actual move.

Yeah, you flirted with him every time you guys hung out but that wasn’t actually making a move.

So, you decided that you would confess your feelings for him tonight. 

You invited him to a party, a first he refused but after a bit of convincing, he agreed to go. Usually, he didn’t go to parties. He would always get kicked out or humiliated, but just seeing the sparkle in your eyes when he finally agreed to go, he knew he made the right choice.

You and Eddie decided that walking to the party would be best since his trailer was close. And that’s what you guys did, you walked over, stopping at the gas station to get a few snacks, and you guys made it in less than 10 minutes.

Eddie actually didn’t get kicked out or embarrassed. He was quite surprised actually. People did give him dirty looks, but would immediately stop when they spotted you next to him.

You guys shortly found your way into the upstairs bathroom, hoping to get away from all the drunk people.

The two of you were sitting criss crossed apple sauce across from each other. 

Now would be the perfect time, you thought as you watched Eddie rant about all the drunk douchebags downstairs.

“Eddie?” You mumble, interrupting him.

He looks up at you, nodding at you to continue.

Were you really about to do this? What if he rejected you? What if he only saw you as a friend? Or even worse, a sister? What if there was someone else? You did see him hanging out with that cheerleader a few times. Were they dating? All these thoughts were running through your mind that you completely forgot that Eddie was still there, waiting for you to continue.

“I like you.” You blurt. You immediately cringed as you realized what you just said. No turning back now.

He smiles. “I like you too.”

You sigh. “No— like… I like like you. Like a crush type of like.”

“You have a crush on me?”

“Y-yeah..” You confess, looking down at your hands that were in your lap.  

He starts to laugh. “Does Y/N Y/L/N actually have a crush on me? A freak?” He teases.

Was this his way of rejecting you? 

Your cheeks start redden with embarrassment. You should’ve just let Steve win the bet. You didn’t want to pay him a hefty amount of cash, but if that meant avoiding the embarrassment of being rejected, you would.

You quickly stand up, adverting eye contact. “Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that— that’s really embarrassing. I’m sorry… I’m sorry.” You turn around, opening the bathroom door and getting ready to make a run for it when Eddie stops you. “You didn’t let me finish.” 

How could you have been so stupid? Your massive ego thought your could’ve easily won this bet. Shit, it wasn’t even about the bet anymore. You actually really liked Eddie. 

You turn back around to face Eddie, still keeping your eyes on the ground. 

“What were you gonna say? That I’m just a friend? That I’m just like a siste—“

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours softly. It was perfect. His soft, but slightly chapped, lips felt just right on yours. It was like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

He pulls back, making you finally look at him.

“Does that answer your question?” He says softly, holding your gaze.

Instead of responding, you pull him back in, kissing him deeply.

And the final step…

Date him till the end of the school year

Everything went perfectly to plan.

You and Eddie were happy. 

Very happy.

He introduced you to the hellfire club, even giving you a shirt. (It was his, but he just said he’ll get himself a new one.) He invited you to every DnD campaign, claiming that you were his good luck charm.

You guys were inseparable, attached to

the hip. 

I don’t think there has been one night since you confessed your feelings that you have slept alone. 

Everything was perfect. 

Or so you thought.

“The last day of school is tomorrow.” Steve says as he throws a movie cassette into

the cardboard box he was holding.

“I know.” You say excitedly. The bet completely erased your mind. Summer meant that you and Eddie would have more time to hang out, go on dates and do plenty more. 

“I guess you win this bet.” He shrugs, turning to look at you before looking back at the shelf.

You gasp. “Oh, shit. I totally forgot about that.” 

The bell rang, letting the both of you know that someone walked in. 

You do a little victory dance, realizing you won. “I guess I get free movies for life! Including Karate Kid 2. Don’t forget that, Steve.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I honestly thought you were gonna lose.”

“Lose? This was so easy! All I had to do was introduce myself, get to know him, and confess my feelings! Who would’ve thought I would be dating Eddie Munson because of a bet?” You laugh. Everything sounded insane to you. Maybe you should just pay Steve, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be with the love of your life. Yeah that sounds cheesy, but Eddie is the love of your life, he had to be. Who else could it be.

Steve swings around, mouth opening as he was gonna say something but it immediately closes as he looks at something behind you.

You place your hand on your hip. “What?”

You turn around. “Looks like you’ve seen a ghost…”

Your face drops as you realize Eddie was standing right behind you. He looked angry, but sad at the same time. His eyes were glossy and he was holding a movie.

“H-hey babe!” You say, giving him a fake smile.

“Don’t “hey babe” me.” He says, dropping the movie and storming out of the store. You run after him, screaming for him to stop.

“Eddie! Wait! I can explain, please!” You shout.

He stops abruptly, causing you to bump into him. He turns around to face you, tears were running down his face, he aggressively wiped his tears.

“Explain what? How I was just a bet to you? How you thought it would be funny to date me? Did you think you would get a kick out of dating the school’s freak? I actually loved you! I gave you everything and—and I was just a fucking bet? A bet!”

Tears were now running down your face. You reach out to touch him. “Edd—“ He pushes your hand away, surprising you and even him. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Let me explain. Please!” You beg.

“No! All I was to you was a bet.” He shouts, throwing his hands up to tug on his hair.

“I’m sorry.” You say, trying to reach for him. He pushes you off. “You’re fucking dead to me.” 

He walks away, leaving you standing on the sidewalk, a sobbing mess. 

“Eddie!” You scream, trying to get him to come back but he doesn’t. He continues to walk, hastily rubbing at his tears.

-

You showed up at his trailer a million times. Each time, his uncle answers the door claiming Eddie was out or was busy. 

And so, you did the only reasonable thing.

You convinced Steve to come with you to stake out Eddie’s trailer. Yes, it’s kind of creepy but you just had to make sure he was alive and well.

“How long are we gonna be here?” Steve asks.

“Until we see him.” You say.

Steve brought along a pair of binoculars from the last time him and Dustin tried to find a evil Russian in the mall. They failed, miserably. They thought some yoga teacher was one because he had a duffle bag.

Steve suddenly looks through the binoculars, gasping. You look at the trailer, not seeing a sign of Eddie. “What? What!” 

“Chrissy. 5 o’clock.”

“Who’s Chrissy?” You turn to look at the supposed Chrissy, realizing it was the cheerleader Eddie used to hang out with. 

“Holy—“ You snatch the binoculars from Steve. “What the fuck is she doing here?” 

You watched as she approached the trailer, knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal Eddie. You sigh in relief, he was alive and… well.

Did he already move on? Did he like her? Were they dating? Did you have any chance of getting him back? A million questions were running through your mind, all of them self doubting you.

She walks in, Eddie slamming the door behind her. 

What if they’re watching movies together? That’s your guys’ thing. What if they’re cuddling? That’s your guys’ thing. What if they’re making out? That’s your guys’ thing? What is they’re fucki—

“What the fuck are you guys doing?” Max says, pounding on your side of the window, making you scream.

Max starts laughing, holding her stomach. 

You roll down the window. “You scared the crap out of me!” You shriek. 

“Sorry. It’s just— you’re out here in a car, watching Eddie. That’s creepy.”

“We—“ Your cheeks start to redden. “We weren’t watching him! We we’re just, talking.”

“Whatever.” She looks back at Eddie’s trailer. “That girl has been here everyday for the past week.”

“Really?” You eyes widen. 

“No.” Max starts laughing again, knowing she was right about you stalking him.

You roll the window up, annoyed with her.

You know the cartoons where a lightbulb will just appear above their head, signaling that they have a idea? Yeah, well that’s what happened to you.

You rolled the window down. “Wanna make 20 bucks?”

-

“Hello?” Max shouted, pounding on Eddie’s door. It was close to 11 at night, and she was freezing.

Eddie swung open the door, worry written all of your face. Max cringed. Gosh, he looked horrible. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was even worse then before.

“Is ev—“ He starts.

“Eddie! Oh my god! Can you help me move mattress? I can’t move it by myself and my moms not home.” Max pleads.

“A mattress?”

“Yes! Sorry, I’m just very weak. Can’t move anything without help.” She says, grinning.

Eddie groans, grabbing his jacket quickly before following Max over to her trailer. 

Max walks in, leading him to the closed door of her room. “You can go in. I’m gonna go take my shoes off real quick.” She rushes off before he had a chance to reply. Shrugging, he walks.

He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. “Oh hell…” He turns back around, but the door slams in his face and locks.

“Hey.” You mumble, slowly approaching him.

“What do you want?” He says bluntly, turning back around to look at you.

You took in the messy hair, the dark circles underneath his eyes, the missing matching bracelet from his wrist. Your heart broke.

“I’m sorry.” 

“You have a 14 year old kid lock me in here so you can apologize?” 

“You weren’t answering your door. I needed to talk to you.”

“You’ve outdone yourself Y/N!”

“I know. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that— you mean’t— you mean way more than a bet to me. At first, I just thought this was gonna be easy. That i would be able to ditch you, but I just— I couldn’t. You’re the best thing that happened to me. And, and, I—I don’t want you to leave me. I really messed up and you don’t even h—have to forgive me, I just.. I love you so much.” Tears start forming in your eyes, you quickly wipe them away, sniffling as you did so. “I really just want y—“ 

He wraps his arms around you, taking you by surprise. 

You hesitantly hugged him back. You didn’t want to cross the line. “I’m sorry.” You sob, squeezing him tighter.

“I love you too.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head.

How did you get so lucky?

[redshoes-blues]

Let's Talk About Clocks, Baby

Something is off with the timeline, emotions alter time, Mike is in danger, and it'll be up to Will Byers to fix this whole mess.

I'll be taking a look at some of the most prominent clocks and time references in Stranger Things to see if we can learn anything from them. At the heart of this analysis is the idea that Will is the antidote to the time fuckery. Oh, and also emotions have the power to alter the movement of time. Aka emotionsgate?! And gay love will save the day. This is a long one, so I hope you enjoy your read! :)

"We are all time travellers, if you think about it."

We've all been talking about the time shenanigans going on in Stranger Things, lately, so in my current rewatch of ST3, I've been looking out for any possible hints that could have been foreshadowing for ST4. I've found a couple.

First, let's bring in the Starcourt Mall clock.

This is the clock used in the Russian code. You know, the part that goes "when blue meets yellow in the west"? Yeah, that clue is inside a CLOCK

We all know about colour theory, how the Russian code has a possible ST4/byler meaning and how certain characters are coded with colours (blue = Mike, yellow = Will), so that bit is obvious. And yeah, colour theory is a bit overdone, but hear me out!

The fact that clocks are Vecna’s symbol and that’s the thing the blue and yellow part of the code has been applied to?! Wild.

The obvious main clock symbol is the grandfather clock at the Creel house that appears in the visions of Vecna’s victims. In the visions, the same clock rings four times (meaning four gates). It's even this very clock that orchestrates the fall of Hawkins. But clocks also appear behind Max before we learn that she’s the next target. This is massive foreshadowing!

So all of this got me thinking of clocks and time, and all of the theories floating around that show how important time is going to be in ST5. The whole plot of the final season is going to be about defeating Vecna, who is associated with clocks, and dealing with Upside-Down-Hawkins. This last bit is extra interesting since we know the Upside Down is set in the past.

And for a long time my main theory has been that Will is the key to finally defeating Vecna. Which I still think will be true, but I also think it’ll have more to do with the time shenanigans than I originally suspected.

I mean, Dustin isn't far off when he says this in ST4:

Will's connection with Vecna is special. From the parallels between him and Henry to Will the Wise and the numerous hints that he has untapped powers. And especially the fact that he's the one who realizes the Mind Flayer and Vecna are still alive (in ST3/ST4, respectively).

So, because Vecna is associated with clocks, I've been looking out for other clocks during my rewatch. Which brings me back to this:

The Starcourt Mall clock is specifically mentioned in the text. In fact, it's part of the Russian code. It isn't just a prop, but a piece of the plot. That's what made me do a triple-take while watching, this time around. It isn't just a random clock.

So, if Will is yellow and the key to defeating Vecna (more on that shortly), then what does the clock say about all this?

If I allow myself to get extra meta with the visual analysis, the fact that the clock’s hands play into colour theory could be a clue. It's the hands that are yellow and blue: the active parts of the clocks which have the ability to move through time. The hands of a clock show time moving. As we know, time in the Upside Down has stopped for some reason. It's stuck in a loop related to Will's disappearance.

Entering the UD is a bit like time travelling. And as El said at the start of ST4, we're all time travellers.

In fact, we know that Henry’s powers have some effect on time. Or at least on the Creel clock. Because when Henry first taps into his powers, the grandfather clock's hands start to move backwards. It’s implied that Henry is making this happen.

The same thing happens later in the season, when Vecna is showing Nancy the vision of Hawkins’ future. It includes this clip of the Creel clock with its hands turning backwards:

So, in a way, Vecna is altering time. We aren’t sure how or why yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it has something to do with emotions or trauma (which I'll get into soon). Especially because Vecna's attacks have to do with trauma, and the antidote so far has been positive emotions and memories that are brought to the surface through music.

Clock Magic?

Another thing to take into consideration is how the Creel clock is connected to Henry's powers, and also seems to possess power of its own. We see this when Max "dies" and the fourth gate is created. The Creel clock chimes four times, and then the Upside Down begins to leak into Hawkins. We can see this in the two GIFs below (shit quality, sorry about that!):

The clock chimes four times and then there is a "frenzied ticking" which builds throughout the scene as Hawkins falls to Vecna. The scene implies that the clock itself has something to do with this.

What does this mean for the timeline in ST5?

We know the Upside Down is in the past. Specifically, the day Will vanishes (November 6, 1983). It seems likely that it works as a time loop, with the same day on repeat until the cycle is broken. Or maybe there are several days which repeat themselves until it resets at the point Will enters the UD. We really don't know for sure. But we do know that it's definitely the past.

What does this mean for Hawkins? Is Hawkins becoming stuck in time as well? Will it be cut off from the outside world because of this? Is the clock slowing down time, ensuring Hawkins remains stuck in its current state because emotions (we'll get there, don't worry)? I definitely don't have the answers yet, but please let me know if you have any ideas how this could be working. It's all so fascinating!

But however it works, there's definitely some time fuckery going on. Whether it's related to the Creel clock itself or Vecna's powers, or whatever Will has done that made the UD shape to himself — well, again, who knows! Not me, but I wanted to point it out because it's clearly going to be a massive part of ST5.

Will is the Antidote

Season 5 is going to be about defeating Vecna (obviously).

But first: in order to stop a villain, you need an antidote to their powers. Right now, El and Vecna share most of the same powers. She hasn't been able to defeat him yet, even though her powers are the strongest they have ever been. There's a missing piece there.

We see this illustrated in the D&D game at the start of ST4, which serves as foreshadowing for the events that happen in the season. An 11 is rolled, but it's a miss. It isn't until Erica (an unlikely hero and outsider in the game) rolls a 20 that Vecna is defeated. And then that exact thing plays out in Hawkins when El isn't able to defeat Vecna.

We have yet to see what the IRL 20 will be, because Vecna "wins" at the end of ST4. He gets what he wanted when the four gates are created and Hawkins falls. But my guess is that it'll have to do with Will. Everything began with Will, and it will end with him too.

Which brings me back to Will and the clock. Because Will serves as a foil for Vecna as a character. They are both sensitive and different (read: gay) and have an abusive parent who tries to make them fit into societal expectations — to no avail. They both draw. They both have close connections with the UD and Mind Flayer. But here we're getting a bit of a Star Wars light side / dark side of the force parallel, where Will has chosen to be good and Vecna has become the villain.

One character is trying their best to work through their trauma, and the other is lashing out in anger.

All of this is to say that I think the Starcourt Mall clock could be a bit of foreshadowing for ST4 and the role Will plays moving forward into ST5. Just as Henry is able to stop time in the UD, Will will be able to move it forward again.

This could happen in any number of ways, and I'm still not sure how the weird time shenanigans will play out, but what I am certain of is that Will is the key to solving everything. And it will likely come down to emotions and healing his traumatic past.

Time and Emotions

At the very start of ST4, El quotes something Joyce tells her about time. She says that emotions slow time down, but they also speed it back up. She then directly mentions time travel in relation to our emotions.

"Joyce says time is funny like that. Emotions can make it speed up or slow down. We are all time travellers, if you think about it."

Given this line about time travel being related to emotions, I think that emotions/feelings/love are going to be the thing that allows Will to fix the UD and defeat Vecna.

This bit about emotions is huge. Because we see that the UD is shaped by Henry, and is later shaped around Will’s vanishing. Emotional and traumatic memories for the both of them. In Will’s case, did time in the UD dimension slow down because he left an emotional imprint on the landscape, via his trauma?

And if this really is the case, then it only seems natural that the process of saving Hawkins will be wrapped up with Will healing his trauma. Just like how Vecna's victims can be saved through music and positive memories/emotions.

Like the cleric he plays in D&D, Will is going to save Hawkins, healing his own trauma and dealing with his emotions in order to move forward.

How?

Realizing the power within himself in both a literal and metaphorical sense. Harnessing the powers he has and his connection to the MF/Vecna, yes, but also by learning that he is a valuable person who doesn't have to make himself smaller for the benefit of other people's happiness.

Confronting his trauma relating to the Upside Down, maybe by helping to close it off once and for all; or by restoring it to its pre-Vecna state. Healing that dimension so the leakage of Henry Creel's trauma doesn't seep into Hawkins any longer. And in doing so, healing the trauma within himself.

Accepting his own queerness and learning that being different doesn't make him a mistake. Realizing that he is loved and deserves to feel this love. Part of this will be related to coming out, and I think another piece will be related to requited love.

All of these have to do with his emotions, and they will be the way he’s able to save Hawkins.

Because when we look at Vecna and his victims, what he represents as a metaphor in the show, we're dealing in the area of emotions and trauma. For Max, she is dealing with complicated feelings after Billy's death. But she also represses those feelings and doesn't open up to her friends until it's almost too late.

If we look at Patrick, Lucas suspected he was dealing with abuse at home, but Patrick never talked about it with anyone. Same with Fred's guilt about the hit-and-run. He's terrified of the idea that he'll be found out. In the case of Chrissy, her own boyfriend has no idea about what she's going through.

So not only are Vecna's victims dealing with trauma, mental health issues, and complex emotions, but they are also actively repressing these emotions.

Not to get too psychoanalytic here, but healing from trauma and dealing with your emotions properly requires you to be open, rather than repressing what you feel. I think this is one reason why music is used as the antidote to getting Vecna'd. Because music allows us to deal with our emotions in a more positive way. It also connects us to positive memories, like Running Up That Hill does for Max, or Should I Stay Or Should I Go does for Will.

In Will's case, a large piece in his character arc is learning to accept that he's gay and has feelings for Mike. Really, this has been most of his arc for ST3 and ST4. This isn't resolved yet, so he'll be continuing to deal with this self-acceptance (and eventual coming out process) in ST5.

To bring it back to that Starcourt Mall clock: Will is the yellow hand on the clock, but it isn't just him that's implicated in all of this. This is yellow meeting blue that we're talking about!

The blue hand. What is Mike's role in all of this?

So if clocks = Vecna, and Will is going to be the antidote to healing Hawkins, then Mike has his own important role to play as the other hand on the clock (and also as the boy Will is in love with, and a main character who is repressing a lot of his own issues).

If Vecna has another target, it's going to be Mike.

[GIF doesn't belong to me! You can find it here]

I feel so strongly about this. For SO many reasons.

Here's a bulleted list of some of them:

Mike has displayed feelings of self-loathing over the course of the show (cliff scene, I'm looking you right in the eye)

He represses his emotions, both to his loved ones and the audience — and potentially with himself

The above GIF is a very ominous parallel between Mike and Max which suggests Mike may be about to get a Vecna vision. HOWEVER, the scene is from Will's POV, so we don't see what Mike sees

Which is its own point: we haven't seen what Mike sees in all of ST4 (except briefly in the couch scene, which I analyzed here), as well as most of ST3. His inner world is deliberately hidden

If Mike is gay and/or in love with Will like I believe he is, there will be a lot of unresolved feelings to deal with there. The kind of micro-trauma queer folks deal with, especially during the 1980s

The tense relationship between Mike and both of his parents, but especially Ted. This point doubles when you contextualize it with Ted being a Reagan supporter (aka a rampant homophobe whose disgusting treatment of queer men in the 80s led to thousands of deaths)...who knows what kind of shit he's said to Mike that we haven't been shown

The whole trauma of having his best friend "die" and then turn up alive, as well as the similar trauma of believing El was still out there even though everyone assumed she died

Probably other shit I'm forgetting. But mostly how weird he's been acting, and especially how terrified he looks on that couch

I know lots of people assume Will is Vecna's #1 target, but I actually don't think he's a target at all. Will is more akin to a Luke Skywalker type figure who Vecna wants to team up with, turning him to the "dark side" because he sees Will as similar to him. There's a reason Vecna didn't have Will killed like everyone else.

As we’ve learned: emotions can speed up time or slow it down. I’m thinking there’s probably a metaphorical thing with positive vs. negative feelings as well. Like: not dealing with our trauma and repressing our negative feelings leads to a person being stuck in the past. In a literal way with the Upside Down, but also a metaphorical way. Positive emotions work in the opposite way, allowing us to let go of the past and move into the future.

Emotions can turn back the clock. They can slow down time. Emotions = time travel

The above scene is from the end of ST3, when Hopper's letter is being read out as the Byers move away. Hopper is describing how he was afraid of change (the future, El growing up, things changing), so he tried to stop that change. He tried to TURN BACK THE CLOCK. And look at who the camera pans to when he says this...

In a scene which directly mirrors the hug between Karen and Mike when Mike runs home believing Will is dead.

Both scenes have Heroes playing in the background, by the way. A song which summarizes all of the queer themes in the show, which I did an analysis of here.

Mike is a character who we don’t know anything about the internal world of. Which I think is a massive red (green?) flag for his chances of getting the Vecna treatment, given that he’s really the only main character who we don’t hear from in this way. The only time it even appears like we might be hearing from him, he’s just parroting what Will tells him to say to El.

So, for me, the blue hand (Mike) in the clock (Vecna) is foreshadowing for the fact that he may be targeted by Vecna in ST5. Maybe he's already been targeted and we just haven't seen it from his POV, yet. I actually think this will be the reason Will stops repressing his powers and learns how to use them (whatever they are). Or learns to use his connection to the UD in order to save the love of his life.

Because if all of this time stuff comes down to emotion, Will needs to accept that his feelings for Mike don’t make him a mistake. He needs to learn to accept himself. And is there any better catalyst to enact that change than Mike being in danger? We saw how a life or death scenario made Max open up a bit more to her friends, and I feel the same will happen with Mike and Will.

So, to recap:

Clocks represent Vecna and also play into the weird time shenanigans that ST5 will definitely deal with

The Starcourt Mall clock has yellow (Will) and blue (Mike) hands to indicate that those two will play a key role in defeating Vecna

Will: is the antidote/positive opposite to Vecna; who Henry could have been if he healed from his trauma -> this means Will is the only one who can stop Vecna for good

Mike: prime target for a Vecna'ing in ST5 due to his whole aura, and this will probably be the catalyst for Will kicking into gear and solving shit

There's some funky stuff going on with the timeline/possible time travel stuff that is way too detailed for this analysis, and it's definitely an essential part of ST5 that we'll be dealing with

Emotions alter time and may even play into how time travel and the speeding up / slowing down of time works in the show

Healing trauma, dealing with emotions, and accepting yourself are all going to be major themes in ST5, and this will be the way that Vecna is defeated: the power of love?! I love to see it

Also: the Creel house clock might have some power of its own?

Author's Note

Well, that's it! The power of gay love saves the day. Truly iconic, if you ask me.

This analysis has been so fun to put together over the last week, and I hope you all have fun reading it as well! Originally it was meant to be a breakdown of the Starcourt Mall clock, but then I remembered the quote about emotions and time travel and it kind of had me gnawing at my screen because hyperfixations, so there's that.

As always, I love to hear people's thoughts on these analysis posts, so if you have any ideas that go along with this, feel free to add onto it. Or you can send me an ask if you have any questions! I'd love to hear what you think! :)

—Em

[outerspacebisexual]

Congratulations for the grand celebration🎉🎉

I would love to request prompts 10 and 13 for Eddie Munson, with a neutral reader. Just two clingy affectionate babies. Love you and thank you ❤️❤️

No More Goose - Eddie Munson

Summary: With Eddie gone for a week, your house felt all the more lonely.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: fluff, top gun spoilers if you somehow haven't seen the film in the 36 years since it came out

Masterlist

Your house always felt colder without Eddie. Like it was missing the beating heart of your home.

You missed him, too.

A week with Eddie flew by, but without him? Every minute dragged by in a slow slog of work and coming home to an empty house, turning on the heat in an attempt to replicate the warmth that his mere presence provided you.

His Dungeons & Dragons convention in Indianapolis was important to him; an event that he and the rest of The Hellfire Club had been counting down to for months. You had been so happy for him on the morning they left, his smile so wide, you thought he might die of happiness as they piled into their cars and took off.

But now, five days in? Yeah, you were selfishly wanting him back.

The phone rang, and you stood from where you were curled up on the couch with one of his fantasy novels. “Hello?”

“Hey, babe.”

“Eddie!” you said, leaning against the wall behind you. “How’s the convention?”

You could practically see his grin as he said, “Insane, babe. Seriously. There are so many people from everywhere. And they have this huge stage where you can sign up to play. Oh, and the miniatures. I think Gareth and Dustin have brought out their whole stock. I picked up a few new sets of dice and some books.”

You found yourself smiling as you pictured it. The Hellfire club wandering the convention centre with bags weighing them down. “That’s so great.”

“How are things back home?”

You sighed. “Yeah, same old, you know? I miss you.” You felt bad admitting it. You wanted him to have a brilliant time without worrying about you pestering him.

“I miss you, too.” His voice had a significantly softer lull to it.

“When are you coming home?”

“I’ll be back Sunday,” he said, and you could hear chatter in the background, recognising Mike Wheeler shouting about how something was beyond unfair. You didn’t want to know. “It’s just two more days, and then I’ll be home. I’ll even let you pick the movie for date night.”

“You’re prepared to watch Top Gun again? I don’t believe it,” you teased.

He laughed. “Anything for you.” And you knew he meant it.

“I’ll see you Sunday then,” you replied.

“Sunday, babe.”

+

While the weekend brought a happy break for most working people, your job at the music store meant that you worked most Saturdays and Sundays.

Your job wasn’t all bad, you had met Eddie there, but it had begun to turn into a hangout spot for kids who wanted to just touch all of the instruments despite how many times you told them not to.

Like today, when you told a random teen not to touch the guitars lined up on the walls. And he proceeded to try and grab one before fumbling it, causing it to fall onto a drumkit. It didn’t only break the guitar, but put a whole bunch of holes in the drumheads, and then knocked over the cassette stand, causing the hundreds of tapes to careen across the vinyl floor.

All approximately 10 minutes from closing time.

You were wrecked by the time you drove home, autopilot taking over as you kicked your shoes off at the door and walked into the kitchen.

You completely missed the fact that all the lights were on. You didn’t even clock the guy sitting at the dining room table. You just walked straight to the sink and poured yourself a glass of water, relishing it as you downed the cup.

“Not quite the welcome home I was expecting.”

You jumped, spinning around to find Eddie standing behind you. “Eddie!” you shouted, abandoning your water in favour of rushing into his arms.

He chuckled as he wrapped you into a tight hug. You breathed in his signature cigarette smell, relaxing into him.

“You good?” he asked.

You hummed, dropping your arms from his back to rest around his hips. “Long day at work. Longer week without you. You’re not allowed to be gone for a whole week ever again,” you mumbled into his shirt.

He squeezed you tighter, placing a kiss the top of your head after he said, “I don’t plan on it, babe.”

You closed your eyes, sinking further into him. You were so comfortable in his arms, acting like a safety blanket around your shoulders. A kind of contentment and ease that only he could give you.

“I started on dinner,” he said after a moment. “Did you pick up a movie?”

“I didn’t have to. We already have it.”

He groaned and you held tight as he tried to pull away. “I thought you were joking about the Top Gun thing?”

“I never joke about my Maverick and Goose time.” You released him and he pulled back just far enough to look at you.

“Between you and Nancy, I can’t escape.”

You smiled and his eyes fell to your lips. “I thought you said anything for me?” you joked.

He returned your lazy smile, leaning down to kiss you. “Anything for you,” he confirmed. “But no more Goose. I don’t think my heart can handle it again.”

a/n: thank you for requesting this! it's such a nice cute break from the angst i'm currently working on!

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[athena-writes-i-guess]

Mistletoe

Summary: Dustin hatches a scheme to get you and Eddie together (I suck at these summaries I’m sorry)

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slow burn, angst, friends to lovers

Warnings: Language, anxious thoughts, insecurities, pet names used(Sweetheart, babydoll, doll, dolly, princess, baby), maybe ooc characters?, Christmas(but celebrated by agnostics, so no religion talk here)

Word Count: 5.8K

Author’s Note: Hello, this was going to be part 4 of my series but I didn’t love how it came out. I wrote a new part 4 and posted it but I know some people like this one so I made it a one shot.. I’ve also been toying with the idea of taking suggestions for one-shot ideas, either with this character or different ones, let me know if you would want me to try that! Also I may have made the first day in this fic be my birthday(not the year though), so thats just a little easter egg for y’all.

I wish I could tell you why it’s adding random definition links to the lyrics in this fic but I don’t know. So sorry about that.

My taglist is open, let me know if you would like to be added in the next part! 

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome!

Masterlist

Monday, Dec. 16, 1985 

“So run this by me again?” Mike asked, shutting his locker and beginning his way towards their shared class.

“We throw a Christmas party after Hellfire so we can hang mistletoe and get them to kiss, then they might finally realize how they feel about each other.” Dustin answered, gesturing with his hands.

“Why does it need to be a Christmas party? Why don’t we just hang the mistletoe? Do we need to make it a party?” Lucas questioned as he followed his friends.

“Why would there be a random piece of mistletoe hanging in the drama room? This is a school. This way we can say that it’s just tradition.” Dustin responded, stopping just before their classroom door.

“I don’t know, I feel a little weird about forcing them to kiss, you know?” Mike said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“They’re idiots Mike, they won’t ever tell each other. I just know if we can get Y/N and Eddie to just kiss for real, they won’t be able to hide their feelings anymore.” Dustin said, crossing his arms.

“But they kiss all the time, why would this be different?” Lucas asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

“Yeah on the cheek-” Dustin started.

“Or hand-” Mike interrupted.

“Or forehead-” 

“Or-”

“Yeah, okay I get it!” Lucas exclaimed, stopping his friends from their back and forth.

“The point is, they’ve never really kissed so if we make them maybe they’ll get their heads out of their asses and get together. I can’t listen to Eddie anymore man.” Dustin finished in an almost pleading tone.

“Okay, but you’re the one asking Eddie.” Lucas stated before shaking his head and walking into their class. 

“Right. Shit.” Dustin sighed as Mike gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder before walking into class as well.

~

“You want to have a what now, Henderson?” Eddie asked, eyes scrutinizing and arms crossed, as you all sat at your lunch table. 

“I-uh- was thinking..that it would be nice for us to have a little party before the break.” Dustin explained wide eyed, “You know, to celebrate a semester of adventuring?” His voice rising in octaves near the end.

“A Christmas party?” Eddie clarified.

“Or Yule if you prefer.” Dustin suggested with a nervous smile.

“Absolutely not.” The metalhead declared. “We don’t have Christmas parties in Hellfire Club.”

You watched how Dustin seemed to deflate with disappointment, whatever reason he wanted to have the party seemed important to him. You knew Dustin was an only child like you but he only had his mother, maybe Christmas was lonely with just him and his mom and he just wanted to spend extra time with his friends before being alone for break. You had a large soft spot for the boy, kind of adopting him as a little brother. 

“Eddie, are you sure we can’t make this one exception?” You asked, turning your large eyes on the man. “It’ll be nice to have a little party and spend some non-D&D time together.” 

“Y/N-” Eddie started, about to shut this down, knowing he was weak to your pleading eyes. 

“Eds, it’s important to him.” You stated, adding a gentle hand to one of his crossed arms. 

Eddie sighed and you knew you won. “Fine you little jerk, you can have your ridiculous party.” 

Dustin beamed from his spot next to you. “So what do we need to do to make this little party happen, Dusty?” You asked, using the nickname you had adopted in your 3rd week in Hawkins after hearing his mom call him it one time when you dropped him off.

“We’ll get the decorations and set up before Hellfire, we just need food and drinks.” Now it was Dustin's turn to use his pleading eyes on you.  

“You want me to make you cupcakes again don’t you Henderson?” You asked with a sigh. 

“Please? They’re so good.” He asked quickly. 

‘Fine.” You said exaggeratedly, “You are a little jerk, you know that?”  

“So I’ve been told.” He said before taking a bite of his food. 

~Friday~

“Okay, so just don’t stand over by that corner of the table, that’s where we put it.” Dustin told the rest of Hellfire Club, minus you and Eddie, filling them in on the plan. You were to have your campaign and once it was over the party would start. Dustin would have you put your cupcakes in said corner of a table that was against a wall and near the end of the party he would have you and Eddie end up right under the mistletoe. He knew Eddie loved your cupcakes just as much as everyone else, maybe even more, so all he needed was to get you both over there at the same time. Easy. 

“I don’t know Dustin, this still seems weird to do.” Jeff said, shaking his head from where he sat at the D&D table.

“I know, you guys have been telling me.” Dustin sighed from his seat. 

“It’s not that we don’t want them to get together, I guess we just don’t see why we have to force them.” Mike stated as he got his dice out of his backpack. 

“Yeah, we get that it’s annoying to see them staring at each other all the time but it’s not that bad.” Gareth added. 

“You’re not the one that Eddie calls to talk about her.” Dustin shot back to the group with a shake of his head. 

“He calls you?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah like every couple days right?” Lucas added from his spot next to Mike. 

“Yes. And I need a break. I have my own girlfriend to talk to.” Dustin answered. Yes Eddie was annoying the boy to no end with his calls but he also cared a lot about you and his Dungeon Master. He could see how much you both wanted to be with each other but he knew you wouldn’t get there on your own. So he needed to help. 

Just as Gareth was about to say something else, they all heard the door start to open and shut their mouths. You and Eddie walked in arms full of food and drink. You were carrying your cupcakes and a few bags of chips while Eddie was carrying a case of Mountain Dew and his D&D supplies. Dustin watched your eyes widen and a smile grow on your face as you took in the sparse decorations the boys were able to get, while Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“It looks so cute in here, boys.” You said cheerfully, “Where do you want these Dusty?” 

“Right over there!” Dustin shouted, pointing to the end of the table they had left for the treats. “I’ll take one of those sodas, Eddie.” He quickly added when he saw the metalhead start to follow you to the table. It was too early for that. 

Eddie rolled his eyes again and made his way over to the D&D table, shoving the case of drinks into Dustin’s arms before starting to set up his DMing area. “As requested, Henderson.” He said. 

“Thank you.” The boy said, opening the case and passing the drinks around the table. 

You took your seat next to Eddie and pulled out your character sheet, notebook, and dice. Once all settled you set your attention on Eddie as he addressed the room. 

“Gentlemen. Lady Echo.” He sent you a smile and a wink causing you to beam up at him, both of you too interested in each other to notice the conspiratorial looks being passed around the table around you, “We left off in the tavern in Havenheim. What would you like to do first?” 

~

The party had been going on for a little while now, though it was nearing its end as you knew you had to get all the younger kids home soon. 

“We have to clean up and leave in like 5 minutes okay guys?” You informed Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. You and Eddie had taken the boys to school and would be taking them home before you and Eddie would be heading back to his trailer for the night. 

Dustin’s hands grew sweaty, he had to do this now or never. He noticed Eddie get up after finishing a conversation with Gareth and head over towards the food table. Perfect. 

“Hey Y/N? Could you please get me a cupcake?” He asked as sweetly as he possibly could. “My leg fell asleep!” He added when he saw you about to protest. 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Sure it did Dusty.” You gave an affectionate little shove before heading over to the table. 

Dustin watched as you approached the table and stood next to Eddie, right under the mistletoe they hung earlier. 

“That little shit wanted a party and now he’s making me get him a cupcake.” You said with a laugh to the metalhead as he was swallowing the cupcake he just inhaled. “Maybe you’re right, I do need to learn to say no to him better.”

“What a little asshole.” He chuckled back, “I know you see him as a little brother, but you don’t need to actually act like it, doll.” 

As you were about to respond, you heard someone loudly clear their voice. Clearly trying to get your attention. You both looked over towards the noise and saw the boy in question, still in his chair where you left him. 

“What now Dustin? I’m about to grab it, calm down.” You said with a sigh. 

“It’s not that. It’s-uh-“ He gestured to a spot above yours and Eddie’s heads. You both looked up and saw the small branch hanging on a wire from one of the beans holding the lights.. 

“Is that-“ Eddie started.

“Mistletoe.” You finished, eyes wider than they were before. You and Eddie looked at each other, neither knowing what to do. 

“We don’t have to..” You said, suddenly feeling incredibly warm. 

“Right. We don’t have to, it’s just a stupid tradition.” Eddie agreed, shoving his hands in his pockets so you couldn’t see them shaking. 

“Yes you do!” Dustin yelled, you both glared at him, causing him to shrink in his seat. 

You fidgeted with your ring as you looked at Eddie, he looked back at you with a nervous expression. Were you about to kiss Eddie? You wanted to, you always did. Almost every moment of every day you wished you could be kissing your best friend. “Does he want to, too?” 

“I-I don’t think the brat is gonna let us leave if we don’t.” You stated with a breathy chuckle, it felt like your heart was going to hammer right out of your chest.

“I don’t think so either.” He said, he took one of his hands out of his pockets and held one of yours. “But only if you’re okay with it sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m okay with it, Eds.” You said with a sweet smile. Eddie nodded his head with an equally sweet smile of his own. You leaned into each other, meeting in the middle. The kiss started tentatively, you both testing the waters, before your lips were molding together. You sighed into the kiss dreamily, unable to help yourself. You felt him smile against your lips, his sweet from the cupcake he had just eaten. Neither of you noticed that this kiss was going on much longer than a kiss between 2 friends forced into a kiss should, too lost in each other.

You broke apart when you heard someone clear their throat again. Both looking over at Dustin who was sitting with his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. “I-uhm- better get that cupcake.” You said, feeling the heat rise to your face. You grabbed a cupcake and went to move towards the boy, you paused. “I uh, need to go to the bathroom before we go, I’ll meet you outside okay?” You said with a nervous smile. 

Eddie nodded his head, returning your smile. You walked over to Dustin and gave him the treat, “Here you go, you jerk.” 

“Thank you!” He chirped back cheerfully. 

You grabbed your backpack and made your way out of the room and down the hall. Once you made it to the bathroom you splashed some water on your face. You and Eddie just kissed. Really kissed. And he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did, unless you were imagining that. Oh, how you hoped that you were right. But it felt like the kiss gave you confidence, you were going to do it. Tonight, you were going to tell Eddie how you feel. 

~

Eddie sauntered up to his friends as they cleaned up the decorations, a large smile on his face. “Was that your reason for this stupid party, Henderson?” He asked the freshman. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Munson.” Dustin with faux innocence. 

“Right, well, whether it was or not. I think tonight might be my night, gentlemen.” He smirked. “After I drop you losers off, we’re going back to my place to watch movies. I’m going to tell her everything.” Ever since that Thanksgiving night Eddie had been looking for the perfect time to tell you. But whenever he got close something stopped him, whether it be his own insecurities or issues with your grandmas health. But tonight felt different.

Eddie grabbed his DMing supplies and the last of the cupcakes before walking out of the room with the group and out to the parking lot to wait for you. “I think you earned these.” He said slyly, handing Dustin the container of sweets. 

As they waited, Eddie noticed that the cheerleaders seemed to be getting out of practice now as well, having had a late session before the break. He saw Chrissy Cunningham, she seemed to be having a tense conversation with her mother by their car. He watched as the girl seemed to shrink under her mothers words as her mother walked around the other side of the car, leaving the girl alone. ‘Wonder what that was about?”

You happened to walk up right then, watching as your crush stared at the most popular girl in your school. You felt the balloon of happiness that had been growing in you since the kiss start to deflate as insecurities flooded your mind. You could almost hear Mike’s voice ringing in your ears, “Yeah, they say he’s had a crush on her since the 8th grade or something.” All the confidence from before seeped out of your body suddenly. You felt foolish, and for the first time since meeting him, you felt like you needed some space from Eddie, not knowing if you could handle being around him feeling like this. 

“Hey.” You said, catching the mans attention. He turned to you with a bright smile. 

“Hey sweetheart, ready to go?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry Eddie, I just remembered that my mom needs me to stay home tonight. Can you actually drop me off first please?” You asked, trying to sound as casual as you could. 

“Oh, uh, yeah doll. Sure.” He said, trying not to sound as disappointed as he felt. 

“Thanks, Eds.” You responded, before making your way towards Eddie’s van.

Eddie and the freshmen boys shared a look between them as you walked away, this wasn’t normal. They followed you to the metalheads van, you were walking fast like you were trying to get away from them. 

You reached the vehicle first, waiting by the passenger door. Eddie walked up and unlocked the door, offering his hand to help you in as he held it open for you, soft smile on his face. “Your carriage, princess.” 

“Thank you.” You said quietly, getting into your seat and closing the door, barely looking at the man. You were trying not to cry due to the embarrassment you were feeling. 

Eddie turned back to the freshmen standing by the back door, Dustin sent him a confused look, “What happened?” He mouthed. 

The dungeon master shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to let them in the van, unable to keep the worry from his face. Had he read everything wrong? He was sure you had enjoyed that kiss just as much as he did. And he thought that the way you reacted to it meant that you might like him back. 

His mind was racing as he started driving towards your house, the van was silent except for the mixtape you had made Eddie playing through the speakers. Eddie looked over at you every so often; you were slightly turned from him, looking out the window. He couldn’t even try to hold your hand like he normally does as you had them shoved in the pockets of your jacket. 

He couldn’t help the thoughts that flooded his mind. Maybe everything had been ruined with that kiss? Maybe you didn’t like him like he did and you were now trying to distance yourself? 

He tried to push them down, hoping you did actually have to help your mom. He stopped outside your house, “Want me to stop by afterwards, dolly?” He asked, hopeful. 

“Sorry, Eddie, not tonight. I think it’s going to be a late night for me. I’ll call you soon.” You answered, you looked up at him and shot him a small smile, missing the hurt in Eddie’s eyes. “Good night guys.” You addressed the van as you opened the door and hopped out, you then walked into your house without a second glance. 

Eddie sat there almost shell shocked. Not only was this one of the first nights you and Eddie would not be spending the night together in a month and a half, you also didn’t give him his goodbye kiss. Whenever the two of you parted you would give Eddie a large kiss on his cheek with a loud “MUAH”. You never left without doing it. 

“Eddie, what happened?” Dustin asked from the back.

“I don’t know.” He responded, confused, as he started driving the rest of them home. 

~Monday~

You were laying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought as the sound of whatever your mom was listening to while cleaning played through the house. It had been a few days since the party and you had been avoiding pretty much everyone. Dustin and Eddie both tried to call you over the weekend, trying to get you to spend time with them, but you just said that you were busy with preparing for Christmas with your family. You felt embarrassed, you figured out pretty early that Dustin planned that whole thing out. You knew he knew you had a crush on Eddie, so you tried not to blame him for trying to help you out. It’s not his fault that Eddie didn’t seem to share your feelings, but you still felt like a fool for hoping. 

You knew that you couldn’t avoid Eddie forever, he was coming to your place for Christmas in 2 days, but you needed time to get your feelings under control and you didn’t know if you could if you were around him. It was unfair to him, you knew, he didn’t do anything wrong. But the idea that him kissing you meant nothing to him while it meant so much to you was eating you alive. 

You got up, needing to do anything to occupy yourself before you drove yourself crazy, you looked around the room. Your eyes flitted to your belongings before landing on your easel in the corner. You sighed, walking up to the painting sitting in it, not quite done yet. It was your Christmas gift to Eddie. You had taken a picture of him at a Corroded Coffin show a couple weeks ago and after showing it to him he said it was the coolest photo anyone had taken of him, you had decided to recreate the picture in large painting for him. It wasn’t quite the distraction you were looking for, as it would be hard not to think about him while painting his likeness, but you only had 2 days until you were going to give it to the man so you needed to finish it.

You began painting after changing into your painting shirt and getting your supplies. Your mothers music could be heard through your open door, a song you knew she loved was playing, This Must Be the Place by The Talking Heads, you let your thoughts wander as you listened to the lyrics. 

“Home is where I want to be

Pick me up and turn me around

I feel numb, born with a weak heart

I guess I must be having fun”

A memory of you and Eddie going to the arcade for the first time came into your mind, the two of you laughing as Eddie tried and failed dramatically to beat your high score in pinball. 

“The less we say about it the better

Make it up as we go along

Feet on the ground, head in the sky

It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing

Oh! I got plenty of time

Oh! You got light in your eyes

And you're standing here beside me

I love the passing of time

Never for money, always for love

Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight”

You remembered that first time he spent the night, laughing during the movie, falling asleep holding hands. You had woken up the next morning in Eddies arms as he smiled down at you sleepily. “Morning dolly.” 

“Home, is where I want to be

But I guess I'm already there

I come home, she lifted up her wings

I guess that this must be the place”

You thought of every time you get to Eddie’s trailer after Corroded Coffin rehearsals, he would open the door almost as soon as you knocked, like he was waiting for you. “Welcome home sweetheart.” He would joke, pulling you into an embrace.

“I can't tell one from the other

Did I find you, or you find me?

There was a time before we were born

If someone asks, this is where I'll be, where I'll be oh!”

Images of Eddie dancing in your passenger seat on your first day meeting him flashed in your mind. 

“We drift in and out

Oh! Sing into my mouth

Out of all those kinds of people

You got a face with a view

I'm just an animal looking for a home and

Share the same space for a minute or two

And you love me till my heart stops

Love me till I'm dead

Eyes that light up

Eyes look through you

Cover up the blank spots

Hit me on the head I got ooh!”

The song faded out, leaving images of Eddie staying in your head. Somehow, you realized, during your time here, Hawkins hadn’t just become your home because it’s where you lived, it became your home because of Eddie. Eddie made this place feel like home, like you belonged here, with him. And you knew that hadn’t changed even after the kiss. You still belonged by Eddie’s side, even if it was not the way you wanted.

~

“Hi Robin. Steve.” You said as you walked into Family Video. It was hours later, you had finished your painting and now you were at the video store to find a distraction for the night. 

“Hey Y/N! No Eddie tonight?” Robin asked from the counter. 

“No, just me.” You said, trying to keep the conflicted emotions off of your face.

“Did something happen?” She asked, clearly sensing something was wrong, you saw her share a look with Steve who was stocking a shelf nearby.

You looked between the two of them, you hadn’t talked to anyone about what happened at the party and it was kind of eating at you. “Uhm, yeah actually.” Steve stopped his task and walked over to the two of you at the counter, ready to listen. 

You told them about the party, how Dustin got you both to kiss, how it seemed like Eddie enjoyed it as much as you, and how you were going to confess your feelings, but that you saw him staring at Chrissy right after, and how hurt you felt after. “I know it’s silly and I’m over-reacting. All he did was look at her. But stupid Mike Wheeler got in my head.” 

“You haven’t talked to Eddie since?” Steve asked, leaned on the counter next to you.

“No, he and Dustin both called but I said I was busy.” You responded with a sigh. 

“I think you and Eddie need to talk about this.” Robin said gently, Steve nodded in agreement.

“And tell him what? ‘Sorry I freaked out, I’m crazy about you and I’m pretty sure you like another girl, let’s still be friends okay?’” You answered sarcastically, “Nah, I don’t think that will work.” 

“Obviously don’t say that.” Steve started. “But there has to be a reason Henderson got you to kiss each other, and I don’t think it’s just because you like Eddie.”

“What are you trying to say?” You asked.

“Just that maybe he was trying to help both of you.” He said with a shrug. 

You couldn’t hope to believe that was true, “I dunno.” You sighed again. “I’ll be seeing Eddie on Christmas so we’ll see what happens.” 

“Just think about what we said, okay?” Robin said, placing a comforting hand on yours. You nodded. 

You grabbed the movie you came to rent, and headed out the door. “See you later.” 

~

Dustin was exiting the arcade when he saw you pull out of your parking space and drive towards the direction of your home. He ran into the video store. “Steve, was Y/N just in here?” the boy practically yelled. 

“Hey Henderson, yeah, she was, why do you ask? Trying to get her to kiss another guy?” Steve said as he was back to stocking the shelves. 

“She told you about that?” The boy sighed.

“Yeah, she did.” Robin chimed in, “She’s really embarrassed.”

“Why?” Dustin asked, confused.

“We know you know she likes Eddie, but she thinks he likes Chrissy.” Steve answered honestly, he was getting tired of being involved in other people’s love lives.

“Chrissy? Why does she think that?” 

“Mike told her that he’s had a crush on her since middle school like her first week here.” Robin said, not seeing the harm since Steve already spilled. 

“And she saw him staring at her after they kissed.” Steve added. “Got in her head. She’s pretty certain that he doesn’t feel the same way as her.” 

“Son of a bitch!” Dustin exclaimed loudly, making his way out of the store.

“Hey where are you going?!” Steve called after him.

“To talk to Eddie!” Dustin shouted back on his way out of the door. 

He grabbed his bike off the rack out front of the arcade and peddled as fast as he could to the trailer park.

~

“EDDIE!” Dustin yelled as he banged on the door to the man’s trailer. “EDDIE!”

“What is it Henderson?” The metalhead asked as he opened the door, clearly annoyed.

“I know what happened now.” The boy said out of breath, shoving past the man into the room.

“Oh do you?” He said with a sigh, this was not the first time Dustin had tried to talk to him about what happened, though this was the first time he came all the way to the trailer. 

“I was at the arcade and I saw Y/N driving away. She was getting a video and I went to talk to Steve and Robin about it and they told me what she said.” The boy said sitting on the small couch. 

Eddie raised his eyebrows and sat next to his friend, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Do tell Henderson.”

“She likes you, that’s just a fact, but Mike opened his big mouth.” Dustin said.

“Wheeler? He didn’t even talk to her.” Eddie said, confused.

“Right. Not on Friday. Months ago, when she first moved here. Mike told her that you’ve had a thing for Chrissy since middle school.” Dustin said quickly, “Y/N saw you staring at her when she came out of the school, guess she thought you still liked Chrissy and got upset.”

“Jesus Christ. Thanks a lot Wheeler.” Eddie sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “And you’re sure?”

“Positive.” The boy answered with a nod.

“Okay, get out.” 

“What?” Dustin asked, eyebrows furrowed. 

“I need you to get out, I’m going to go tell that girl everything.” Eddie smiled at his friend as he stood up and walked to his room. He came back out a moment later holding a wrapped package.

“You’re going to tell her? Right now?” Dustin’s eyes were wide and he had a bright smile. 

“Yep, as soon as you get out of my house.” The metalhead said as he opened the door and gestured for the boy to go, smirk on his face. Dustin hurried out of the door and grabbed his bike. 

“Good luck man.” Dustin said as he sat on his bike. 

“Hopefully I don’t need luck.” Eddie said as he opened the door to his van. “And Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.” He said with a fond smile, he and the boy shared a nod before Eddie got in his van and drove away.

~

You were in your room sitting up against your headboard and watching Ghostbusters again, you and Eddie had rented and watched this movie so many times that you had practically memorized it by now. You heard someone knock on your front door and listened to your father say that he would get it. A few moments later there was a knock at your door. “Y/N?” You heard Eddie’s voice from the other side. “Can I come in?”

You felt your eyes go wide and your heart thunder in your chest. What was he doing here? “Shit.”

“Uhm, sure Eddie.” You said anxiously. The door opened and Eddie walked in with a nervous smile. 

“Hey sweetheart.” He said as he walked over to you, you brought your legs up and sat crossed legged as Eddie sat on the bed in front of you. 

“Hey Eds.” You said quietly. “What are you doing here?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said, reaching out and grabbing one of your hands. “I think I know why.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, your pulse felt impossibly quick as you met his eyes. 

“I don’t like Chrissy.” He said bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush. He saw your eyes go wide.

“What?” 

“I know you saw me looking at her on Friday after we kissed. I don’t like her like that, doll.” Eddie answered, squeezing your hand. “I mean, I used to. But that stopped like 3 years ago. And it was just because she was one of the only girls who was nice to me. I was looking at her because she got into a fight with her mom.” He chuckled before taking a deep breath.

“Now or never Munson.”

“Dolly, I’m crazy about you.” He confessed.

“What?” You said breathlessly, your eyes felt bigger than they've ever been. Certainly, you didn’t hear him right.

“I said, I’m crazy about you.” Eddie repeated with a smile. “And from what I’ve heard you feel the same way about me.” He said, lightly teasing. 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You felt a large smile grow on your face, “I’m absolutely crazy about you, Eddie Munson.” 

Eddie beamed at you, the largest one you had ever seen on him. “Come here babydoll.” He tugged on your hand and pulled you to him, sitting you in his lap. “Can I kiss you again, beautiful?” 

You nodded your head, “Please?” 

He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, as the other went to cup the side of your face. You felt his thumb rub the apple of your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and suddenly his lips were on yours. The tentativeness that you had with your first kiss was not here this time as you kissed each other almost desperately. You both could feel the other smile as you did, neither believing that you were finally here. You only broke away when your lungs were screaming for air, lips swollen and pink.

“Will you be mine, sweetheart?” Eddie asked in between the kisses he started leaving on your neck.  

“If you're mine, Eds.” You answered breathlessly. You beamed as you felt him nod. “Perfect.” 

After a few minutes of breathless giggles in between hungry kisses, you pulled away from Eddie, his lips chasing yours. “I have your Christmas present if you don’t mind it early?” You said sweetly as you rested your forehead on his. 

“I have yours too.” He said with a smile. You got up off of Eddie’s lap and walked to your easel and picked up the painting you finished earlier. 

“It’s still a little wet so don’t touch it okay?” You said, earning a nod from the man. You turned it around and watched his expression, worried. 

Eddie’s eyebrows raised and you saw a large, awed, smile break on his face. “Baby, it’s amazing.” He said, it looked exactly like the picture you had taken, a level of detail neither of you knew you could do. 

“I had a good subject.” You flushed, you saw Eddie beam at the compliment.

“Thank you dolly, I feel like a real rockstar. I can’t wait to hang it up.” He said genuinely. You put the painting back so it could finish drying and when you got back to Eddie he pulled you into his lap again. He grabbed the package he brought and gave it to you. It was soft and haphazardly wrapped. You tore open the wrapping and pulled out a jean vest, much like Eddie’s. It had patches and pins of your favorite bands all over the front, and on the back was the same style of Led Zeppelin shirt you were wearing the day you met. 

“Oh Eddie, thank you so much. I love it. How did you find the Zeppelin shirt for this?” You asked excitedly, a large smile on your face. 

“Your dad helped me.” He said, returning your smile. You noticed a small flock of bats on the front right side, it looked like Eddie’s tattoos, hand painted.

“Did you paint these?” You asked surprised, pointing to the bats. 

“Yeah, took me forever, I wanted to get them right and they’re all upside down and shit for me so it was hard.” He laughed nervously, “I-uh- just wanted you to have me close, so you don’t forget about me you know?”

“I’d never be able to forget about you Eddie Munson.” You giggled, crashing your lips on his in another smiley kiss. 

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