#mike wheeler sugar

[saonyx]

chat what are ur thoughts on the mike and will cookies… 😭

(i ate them)

[kennahjune]

My favorite occupations for Steddie fics

Steve- baker, teacher, guidance counselor, artist, musician/singer, florist (cannot get over florist Steve), NANNY/BABYSITTER STEVE

Eddie- tattoo artist, singer/musician, celebrity (does that count?), mechanic (I LOVE MECHANIC EDDIE), WRITER EDDIE

And I love mixing them so randomly.

Bitchy Florist Steve who has a “rivalry” with Asshole Mechanic Eddie next door because he plays his music obnoxiously loud? Absolutely.

Sweetheart Baker Steve who listens to all types of music while working to “get in the zone” listens to Corroded Coffin for the first time and is absolutely enamored by Lead Singer Eddie?? Sign me the fuck up.

Badass Guidance Counselor Steve who helps Tattoo Artist Eddie’s little sister Max and Eddie falls ass over tea kettle because “Jesus H Christ Max that’s your /guidance counselor/?”? HELL YEAH.

Musician Eddie who finds most of his inspiration from these beautiful art pieces he sees online that are made by Under-appreciated Artist Steve?? I’m already working on it!!

Celebrity Eddie who needs to find someone to watch his kid (Max) and Absolutely Amazing Babysitter Steve bringing his own kids (Dustin and Mike) along to play with Max and Eddie being floored by this stunning man who is so good with kids????? Would you believe me if I said I was working on it?

I just really like mixing and matching odd occupations.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer Park Steve AU part 6

part 1 | part 5

October

It's Wednesday night, which means dinner at the Hendersons. Steve finally decided to show his face — and no, not because Dustin's doorstep song and dance had any effect on him; it was partly because he was sick of hearing muted metal music from across the street and mostly because he hadn't left the trailer in three days and he was starting to feel and smell like shit.

So, anyway. Dinner. Ma Henderson's pulled out all the stops: prepped a homemade lasagna, stocked the fridge with full-sugar sodas and bought the good brand of key lime pie; invited the Sinclair and Wheeler kids to make a little party of it. (Nancy was 'unfortunately too busy to attend,' thank fucking god.)

But then Ma got stuck late at work, so now it's all hands on deck. Mike and Erica are setting the table — Steve can hear Mike bitching at her because she told him the knives go the other way, dumbass; Lucas is at the fridge filling cups with ice and Pepsi and muttering to himself about how much better Coke is; Steve's got an eye on the oven, waiting for the cheese on the lasagna to bubble up juuust right; and Dustin is using "prepping the salad" as an excuse to corner Steve and annoy the ever-loving crap out of him.

“What do you mean it’s hard?” Dustin whines, dropping a handful of shredded carrots into the wooden bowl. “Just talk to him!”

Steve takes a deep breath. Mourns, briefly, for the night he could have had; the girls he could be doing hand stuff with in the back of the Beemer instead of putting up with this kid's shit. “I don’t wanna Just Talk to Him." He bends to peek through the oven door. "And, also: get off my ass about it, alright? I came to dinner, I'm heating up the lasagna. I'm, like, participating or whatever. What more do you want?”

“For you to talk to Eddie! Obviously!" Dustin's tossing the greens so aggressively that it kinda feels like he wishes he was pummeling Steve instead, and when he throws his hands up, little flecks of iceberg lettuce go raining to the floor.

Steve eyes the leafy green confetti. "You're cleaning that up."

"Come on, dude," Dustin begs. "It's been two weeks! What's the point of having friends who are next door neighbors if they refuse to get along?”

Behind them, Lucas supplies in a weirdly strangled tone: “This really doesn’t seem like the way to get him to talk to Eddie."

Thank you. Steve couldn't agree more. He turns to tell him as much and realizes the reason Lucas' voice sounded like that is because he's trying to make one trip to the dining room at any fucking cost. He's got an armful of drinking glasses and three cans of Pepsi tucked under his chin, and he's about to fumble the whole wobbly stack.

"Jesus Christ, man, cut that out!" Steve swoops in to grab the cans before they can join the lettuce shower Dustin just made. He doesn't care how much he loves Claudia, he will leave without helping if they splatter soda all over this floor. Mews the Second can lick it clean for all he cares, he's so for real. "Two at a time," he says sternly, taking the extra cups from Lucas’ hold and handing him back a reasonable amoint. He sends Lucas out of the room with a knee to the ass.

"Hey!" Lucas pouts.

"Hey yourself," he grins.

Lucas sticks out his tongue like a child (because he is one, Steve reminds himself), and when he shoulders the swinging door to the dining room he almost brains his little sister, who makes a graceful side-step and comes strutting through undeterred.

"Are you two nerds done playing good cop, annoying cop with Steve?"

"Ah-!" Dustin gawps. "I better not be the annoying cop!"

"Uh, yeah. Obviously, you are." She props a fist on her hip, a little tyrant in the making, and Steve’s ribs go tender with a fond, vaguely proud ache. He really loves her so much. "Now scram. I need to borrow Steve."

On second thought.

Surely at some point these kids, like, owe him money or some shit for the amount of weary sighs they've caused him to let out. Like, financial compensation for the years taken off his life? Something?

"Yes, Erica?" he asks, nostrils flared; eyes closed.

"You should talk to Eddie."

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ." Steve looks up to the ceiling, pleading for anyone to grant him strength, then he turns to pull the lasagna out of the oven and watches the bubbles sizzle and pop in the hot cheese until he no longer feels like blowing up at a little girl. "Okay. Okay. And I should listen to you because…?"

Screw financial compensation.

He deserves a presidential medal for how calm he's keeping his tone.

Erica's glaring fiercely at him when he glances her way, and why is every kid he knows such a brave, confrontational little shit? "Because," she explains, "He's being mean to my brother."

Oh, fuck no. "What do you mean?" he asks, voice dropping to an urgent hiss as he feels his hackles raise. Like hell is he letting some Billy 2.0 hang around his kids. "Is he, like- Is he saying shit about you guys?"

She spares him from trying to find a tactful way to ask what he's really asking. "No," she says shortly. "But he is being a bastard about him joining the basketball team—"

"Language—" Oh, what's the point.

"—and those two nerds out there? Are obsessed with him. Especially Mike. Like, ob-sessed.” She writes the letters out in the air in front of her to really drive home the point. “Mike likes whatever Eddie likes, so you need to convince Eddie to like Lucas before Lucas loses his friends over this stupid 'jocks versus freaks' crap." She lowers her voice and jabs the skywriting finger into his shoulder hard enough to bruise. "And if you tell Lucas I said any of this? It is on. sight, Steve. I will crush you."

"Jesus Christ."

"So, we good?"

"Uh huh," Steve stammers. "Y-yep. Understood."

Wow. So dignified, Steve. Really loved how you let a ten year old intimidate you. He's saved from any further bullying by the sound of keys jangling in the lock.

"Dusty!" Claudia calls out through the door, "Dustybunny, can you come help? My hands are full!"

In the dining room Steve hears Dustin groan while Mike and Lucas start immediately tearing into him for the name, mocking 'Dustybunny; oh, Dustybun!' in stupid sing-song tones.

"So I'm just gonna..." Steve says awkwardly, inching toward the door. "Go get that."

"Mhmm." Erica gives him an unimpressed look. "You do that."

—

"Oh, Steve, sweetie, thank you!" Claudia says when he opens the door, cheerful and sweet as always. He goes to take her bags from her, but she drops them all at her feet and steps forward to give him a hug, a firm and tender thing that makes an annoying lump form in his throat.

"How are you?" she asks, stepping back to look at him; eyes raking over his face, hands on his cheeks. Really looks. She frowns at whatever she sees. "How's your mom?"

"Can you please just talk to me?" Steve begs, shivering in the hallway because they haven't budgeted for turning on the heat just yet. Wasn't supposed to get this cold for another pay cycle. He tugs the ends of his sweatshirt sleeves. His limbs feel stiff and tense, a budding anxiety like there’s a bomb in the base of his spine.

"Steven, darling, not now," his mother sighs as she sinks demurely onto the couch. "Then when!" he explodes. He doesn't want to yell at her, but, "Seriously, when? When are we going to say anything to each other that actually fucking matters, mom? I feel like I barely even know you anymore!"

"Yes, and I feel a migraine coming on; are you quite finished?"

"….She's fine," Steve answers.

Could be true, for all he knows.

The wrinkles between Claudia's brows deepen, like she wants to press the subject but decides to hold her tongue. "That's good to hear," she settles on after a moment, giving him a gentle pat on the cheek before stepping away with a subtle look that’s not mad, just disappointed.

Steve kind of wants to cry.

"Mom! Food!" Dustin hollers from the other room.

Steve rolls his eyes. "I swear I try to teach him manners."

"Well, good luck with that," she grins, the shadow of tension between them dissipating. Her mood is good like that. Resilient. Strong. Immune to outside force.

Steve’s moods, on the other hand, are more like those stainless steel fridges that promise to remain spotless but then end up covered in grubby handprints. (Exhibit A: he’s doing it right now.)

Thankfully Claudia’s got enough sunshine in her for the both of them. “Come on,” she says, extending a hand and wiggling her fingers for him to grab hold. “Let's eat."

—

part 7

[giantmultifandommasterlist]

"Stranger Things" Masterlist

Steve Harrington/Reader

About Time ✨

Soulmate Event ✨

As The World Faded

Not You ✨

Been on a Journey They Can’t See ✨

Call My Bluff, Call You Babe 

Hide and Seek 

Redamancy 

Return Policy

cross my heart (and hope to die) 

Let Me Know That It’s Real 

He Fell In Love

We Didn’t Start the Fire

New Obsession

Handwritten Wounds ✨

Two Idiots ✨

Tell Her About It 

with rome below us (11/11) 

‘Cause I dream about nothing but you 

all in doubt (6/6) 

dark deeds in dark towers 

it’s a feeling that’s fine 

Love Grows: Steve Harrington’s Girl Next Door (9/9)

Stains in the Granite 

moments stolen (9/9)

Baby, I Can’t Fight This Feeling (10/10)

no good at waiting (5/5)

i’ll put us back together at heart 

always

the four steps between (best) friends and lovers

Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley

left me no choice but to stay here forever

lipstick stains 

i have a feeling, a terrible fear encroaching (that i could never love a boy, the way i love the ocean.)

pink sugar 

Character Studies

a halfway decent friend (Will and Nancy)

Disarmed (Robin and Steve)

it will always be you. (4/4) (Mike centric)

i know, i know, i know (Will centric)

[castiwls]

⟣ㅤㅤ˳ㅤㅤ︵︵ㅤ𑁥౿ㅤ︵︵ㅤㅤˑㅤㅤ⟢ misc bot release

≫ the boys

21st century blues ➵ solider boy ༯ alots changed in the time he'd missed and for some reason you were stuck playing catch up with him

≫ challengers

unwanted guest➵ patrick zweig ༯ your ex-husband is like a leach you can't get rid off - the guy wont even sign the damn papers and waltzs around your house like its still his...yet

sugar mommy ➵ tashi duncan ༯ based on this drabble.

truth or dare ➵ art tashi patrick ༯ if anyones gonna take it too far with truth or dare its Patrick. if even he's just doing the one thing they've all wanted to do for months now

≫ stranger things

M&M's ➵ mike wheeler ༯ mike wheeler was the bain of your life....and was the green m&m

≫ marvel

21st century girl ➵ bucky barnes ༯woman had changed like the world had changed. It wasn't like he wanted to grill you but who else was there to ask

[stevesbipanic]

To my most lovely @undreaming-fanfiction Happy Valentine's Day love youuuu 💕💕💕 I hope I managed to do all three of your prompts justice (small routines, learning new things about each other, and ghosts of your past) ENJOY!!!!! And Ty @artbean for putting this together 💕💕💕

After five years together there's not a lot of things Eddie doesn't know about Steve.

He knows that Steve likes to colour co-ordinate the calendar on their fridge and that his favourite day of the month is the first since he gets to write out everything on a clean slate.

He also knows that Steve has a particular way he does his hair, and that it was a big deal just seeing it done let alone being taught how to do it, it helps he now knows Steve loves a good head scratch.

He knows that Steve is an early riser and always goes on a run, but will shower and curl back in bed with him if Eddie is still asleep.

He knows that there's an order to how and when he checks on their family. The Sinclairs are first, making sure he's waited until Lucas should be back from training and Erica back from Tracey's, calling there too if there's a sleepover. Next is the Wheelers, Nancy promising him they're all ok if they're visiting and Mike letting him know if she's available that night if she's at college. Then the Hendersons, Claudia inviting him to dinner in the background as Dustin regales his day. Max is next, letting Steve know if she wants to stay over that night. The Byers are the end of the kids, El and Will promising him it's really over. Wayne is near the end, back from his shift safe and sound. Before they dated Eddie was during this time too, helping him to sleep just hearing Steve's voice. Robin is last and she'll be on the line until they're both safely in dreamland.

Eddie loves learning new things about Steve, especially when now they're further and far between. It comes as a suprise when it's something as simple as tea that teaches him something new about his sweetheart.

They're visiting Steve's grandma, who was a lot cooler about the whole boyfriend thing than Steve's parents were.

"Your grandpa, Otis, had a friend, Freddie, who kept a picture of his boy in his pocket, would've gotten him in a lot of trouble back then but love like that was worth dying for."

She had been I'll lately so him and Steve had taken a drive up to visit her, now living in a retirement home in Indy. She was a riot in Eddie's opinion, and made a mental note to make sure they visited her more, he was happy to drive them, anything for Steve.

They were halfway through a game of Scrabble, where Eddie had successfully convinced Steve that Megadeth should be allowed (it shouldn't), when the question was raised.

Edith, yes Eddie also got a delight out of the fact that they shared a name, buzzed her nurse who popped her head in knowing there were visitors.

"Everything good, Eds?" Eddie's eyes twinkled in mischief, he was teasing Steve about the name similarities when they got home.

"A spot of tea, darling? I'm parched and I'm sure these lovely boys are too. Steve, sweetheart?"

"Oh yes, milk and two sugars please, but cubes on the side instead of scoops of it's not trouble."

Eddie's heart skipped a beat at his answer, "Eddie, you want a tea?"

"Oh um, yes, same as him, please ma'am."

"Such polite boys, we need more grandsons like you visiting," she laughed leaving to make the tea. It was surely just a coincidence that Steve took his tea like that, he's sure plenty of people do.

The real suprise came when the tea was set down, cubes on the side, and Steve picked one up and mixed it in, leaving the other alone. The game continued, Eddie eyeing that lone cube, a similar one on his own saucer. When Steve took his last sip of tea he picked up the cube and popped it into his mouth, crunching it. Eddie did the same.

"Done that since you were a kid, always a sweet tooth."

Steve laughed, "It's how my nanny did it when we played tea party with Carol."

Edith smiled, "She was a lovely woman, shamed they moved outta town."

Something settled deep in Eddie's heart. The rest of the afternoon it sat there, and through the goodbyes and hugs, all through the drive home too.

Eddie didn't mention it as they made dinner, Steve doing the chopping and as always Eddie dutifully stirring. The feeling sat there through the night as they watched tv, curled up in a blanket built for one not two. Nothing was brought up as they cleaned up, Steve washing, Eddie drying. It wasn't until bed, in the safety and quiet of their room that Eddie asked.

"Your nanny? What was she like?"

Steve's eyes lit up, "Oh she was the best, noone as good before her and no-one as good after. She loved taking me to the park, sometimes if his dad said it was ok her son would come too, he was fun, built the best sandcastles. She always baked me cookies too, especially if Carol was coming over for a tea party. And she would tell me the little extra sugar was a treat and that I should always have something a little sweet in life."

Eddie's eyes were tearing up by the time Steve finished, "Eds, baby are you ok?"

"What was her name?"

Steve's eyebrows crinkled, "Sarah, why? Oh." He said, remembering the dark curls that surrounded her face, the ones on her son, the boy laying across from him.

"Your mum, oh Eds, so when the tea? I'm sorry." Steve knew about his mum and how when she died it left Eddie all alone.

"Can't believe in five years, we've never had tea," a wet chuckle followed Eddie's words.

A sad smile graced Steve's face, "We should have more, need a bit more sweetness in my life."

Eddie smiled at him, "Knew there was a reason I called you sweetheart, and I clearly won you over with my awesome sandcastles."

A laugh burst out of Steve and that sound was sweeter than any sugar Eddie could eat.

[medusapelagia]

17 The Halloween Campaign

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Halloween ), @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: flower shop ) and @aug-kissed (prompt: Trail of Kisses) Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: none Words: 1463

(let's pretend this is a late entry and not that I messed up like 5 prompts, ok? XD)

Outside the flower shop, there are two big bowls. One is full of candies, and one is full of orange and black roses. On both the bowls there’s a little sign that invites everyone to pick up one of those. 

It’s a silly tradition Steve started when he opened the shop four years ago.

He ordered way too many flowers for the shop inauguration and ended up with many he wouldn’t have been able to sell before they got ruined, so he left outside a bowl with the flowers, finding the next day a twenty-dollar bill hidden under the bowl and a phone number.

The phone number was Eddie’s, the tattoo artist who had a shop just in front of his flower shop, who told him he took the flowers to decorate the stage where they were playing the night before.

That’s how Eddie became Steve’s best friend first, and lover later on.

“You ready, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, staring at the two bowls, he’s wearing a white shirt with a pair of black slacks and a long cape, in his pocket there are the faux vampire fangs he keeps complaining about.

“Yeah. Are you sure the boys won’t mind if I join you?”

“You joining our Halloween campaign is the best present ever. And if the boys don’t like it they can find themselves a new DM!” Eddie declares with a wink, taking Steve’s hand and running toward the car under the heavy rain with no umbrella.

When they finally sit in the car, Steve chuckles happily. He wasn’t surprised when he found out that Eddie was a Halloween baby, his love for monsters and terrible creatures was literally written on his skin: a wyvern on his arm, a huge spider on his chest, and some other creatures Steve didn’t really recognize.

The drive to the Wheelers’ house is way too fast for Steve’s liking. He knows that the kids don’t like him. They are jealous that he stole their Dungeon Master and they don’t really like that Steve is a preppy boy who has nothing in common with Eddie. However, somehow, they match perfectly. They finish each other's sentences and they feel like they have known each other for centuries.

Things start to go wrong as soon as they enter the house. Steve is celiac and even if the kids knew it they didn’t buy anything Steve could eat. It wouldn’t be a big deal if Steve hadn’t already missed lunch to finish his costume, but he tries to ignore it, asking Dustin if there’s any fruit or something he could eat.

“Fruit? What for? We have candies! And chocolate! And pizza!”

Yeah… but none of those are certified gluten-free. Steve doesn’t point that out, nodding and sitting next to Eddie, a slice of pizza untouched at his side while his stomach gurgles are covered by the kids yelling.

Then he keeps making mistakes during the game, asking for things he’s not allowed to ask and getting low numbers every time he throws the dice. Almost an hour later Steve has somehow managed to decimate the company and the kids are glowering at him with their mouths full of candies and too much sugar in their blood.

If stares could kill, Steve would be dead by now.

Another miss is what makes everything crumble. Mike starts to yell that Steve’s useless and boring and that they are tired of having to endure his presence just because he’s Eddie’s stupid boyfriend. Lucas tries to be more diplomatic saying that Steve is nice but he can’t play D&D to save his life and Dustin adds that he’s so bad at math that every time he has to do something he takes more to do the sums than everything else.

“I… I’m sorry.” Steve says, leaving the table and running toward the car. He grabs the keys with trembling hands, but they fall under the car and he has to knee in the mud to retrieve them.

“Steve!” Eddie calls him from the door.

“Ask Gareth to drive you home. I have to go.”

“Please, don’t. The kids were horrible but we talked and…”

“No, it’s ok. I don’t have to be part of everything you do. I’m not good at this thing. They are right. Just… let me go. Please.”

Eddie stares at him sadly from the door, on foot on the step one still on the porch, “Steve, please, don’t go. Let’s talk.”

“I need space, Eddie. Sorry.”

Eddie nods quietly, and when Steve turns the car in reverse he can still see him in his vampire costume, staring at his car.

***

Steve’s bed is cold and empty, Eddie’s staying at his place like he asked him to, but he misses terribly. He’s almost sure they won’t break up because of a stupid game. Well. Half sure. After all the problem wasn’t the game but the people playing it, and those are the most important people in Eddie’s life and Steve would never want to come between them and his chosen family.

The drive toward the flower shop calms him a little bit. He doesn’t have to go to the shop, they’re close, but he can get a head started and fix a few things so tomorrow the shop will be ready to open and he will be able to sleep a little more, if he will manage to.

The two bowls are empty, as he expected, with no little notes or money hidden anywhere but he’s not disappointed, he likes to think that his flowers are now giving joy to someone else and filling the air with their sweet scent.

He has never done an inventory of all the ribbons and papers he has at the shop, so he takes the occasion to throw away the old ones and write down a list of what he should buy soon, and before he knows it it’s already lunchtime, so he gets out from the back of the shop, finding something surprising: a long trail of kisses, the Milk Chocolate with Almond ones, his favorites.

Feeling a little bit like Hansel and Gretel he follows the tray of chocolate candies that guides him to the park nearby. Sitting at a table settled with a pair of paper plates, a bottle of soda, and a Sheppard pie from Steve’s favorite gluten-free restaurant there''s Eddie.

“What’s this for?” Steve asks, holding way too many candies in his pockets.

“It’s an apology. I was a moron. I dragged you to Wheeler house and I begged you to play with us but I didn’t make you feel welcome and I didn’t even check that the kid bought something gluten-free for you. I know it’s stupid but I took for granted that they would have and I forgot that they are egoist gremlins who already had too much sugar.”

Steve smiles, sitting in front of Eddie, “It’s ok. I wasn’t good at that game.”

“I could have helped you more.”

“You were the Dragon Monster.”

“Dungeon Master.”

“I know, I’m just messing with you.”

Eddie scoops closer to Steve, “I was a moron, Steve, and I have no words to tell you how sorry I am. But I promise you that next time-”

“Eddie. Eds. Listen to me. I love you, ok? I really do. But That’s your time, not ours. It’s the time you like to spend with the kids and it’s ok. We don’t have to spend every moment together, you know that right?”

“But we play almost every holiday. I don’t want to stay away from you, I want you by my side.” Eddie whines, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.

“Well, this means we’ll have to come up with a timetable so you could spend some holidays with the kids and some with me.”

“What if I want to spend them all with you?”

“The kids will kill me in my sleep.” Steve chuckles, “Now, can we eat? I’m starving and that pie smells so good!”

“I don’t fucking deserve you, Steve Harrington.” Eddie murmurs, before kissing him sweetly on the lips.

“Oh, and you’re going to watch the game with me and Tommy on Thanksgiving.”

“I take back what I said. You’re cruel! Making me watch the game is torture!”

“We can invite Wayne too,” Steve adds, taking a forkful of pie and winking at Eddie.

Maybe Steve won’t ever bond with the kids, but he did bond with Wayne.

“I guess I can endure it if you promise me beer, like a lot of beer.”

“Deal! Now eat before it turns cold!”

They eat the pie in the desert park, and when they finish they drive back to Steve's house to rest because none of them slept a wink without the other in his bed.

[steddieficrec]

Some Of My Favorite Smut

more than you bargained for by anonymous

(1/1 I 2,432)

"Mike leans in closer, forehead almost touching the door, just in time to hear Steve shushing the girl gently. He gathers her curls with one hand, the other settling around her throat, and pulls–

Their eyes meet.

It’s definitely not a girl.

Eddie Munson stares at him through the tears in his eyes, lips parted in ecstasy as Steve Harrington fucks him within an inch of his life."

OR

Mike kind of regrets staying over at Steve and Eddie's.

#1 crush by pizzabones

(1/1 I 5,713)

"'That was a big sigh. Whatcha thinking about?'

Eddie opens his mouth to say ‘ah nothing’, but he stops himself. Maybe it’s time to let the proverbial embarrassing cat out of the bag and let Steve know just how long he’d wanted this domestic scene with him. He hums, 'You, actually.'"

or

Eddie tells Steve about his long-term crush, Steve tells him a secret of his own.

Somewhere it Hides a Well by teddywesworl

(1/1 I 7,610)

Eddie ducks his head briefly, a gesture that doesn’t quite fit with the guy’s overall image: buzz cut, obvious ink, scars on his jaw. A bunch of his shirt buttons are undone, and Steve can see a white tank and a gold chain underneath.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “I’m at a shop in Uptown.” It’s rote, sounds sort of disinterested. Steve might think he’s being dismissed if Eddie Munson’s eyes weren’t raking over him, lingering at his jawline, his throat, his hands when he adjusts his cuffs.

Or: At Lumax’s wedding in 2003, slutty bisexual physical therapist Steve sets his eye on inked up tough guy mechanic Eddie and peels away his mask.

sugar hiccup by 02tilt

(1/1 I 9.101)

His fingers brush over a tiny valley on his forearm. A rough, pink divot where a demobat didn’t bite, but— slipped? Or something. It’s interesting, actually, because if he lowers that arm to his side, he can see where that scar leads. Where the thing managed to latch on and rip a chunk out.

If it weren’t invading his dreams and turning him into an insomniac, he’d congratulate it. Good effort, man, but you didn’t get me. Just made me look a little cooler.

He could call someone. That’s an idea. And by someone, well. Who else is missing a few pieces?

The Honey Inside Your Hive (Director's Cut) by biggest_mistake

(1/1 I 10,764)

Steve Harrington is on his own in a big new city and running out of money. The clock is ticking and if he doesn’t find a source of income soon he’ll be forced to admit his father was right when he said Steve couldn’t make it on his own. Desperate, he scours the classifieds and comes across a vague ad promising a big payout for only a few hours of work.

If Steve had been a little more cautious—or a little less proud—maybe he wouldn’t be losing his virginity on camera.

Or: Steve unknowingly auditions for a porno. Eddie’s more than happy to help him get the role—and lose his virginity. Jim’s there to document the occasion.

(It’s a Casting Couch fic.)

Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails by pinkiequinn

(1/1 I 15,121)

The Harrington-Wheeler’s have it all. They’re newlyweds. They’ve just moved into a beautiful new apartment. Nancy’s career has taken off. And they are finally, finally starting a family.

But there’s something not quite right with the neighbours. And the building is so cold. And Nancy’s never home.

And Steve’s has been having the strangest dreams.

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by greatunironic

(5/5 I 34,987)

Sixteen years after the world didn't end for the last time, Max Mayfield showed up on Steve’s doorstep and said, “You gonna walk me down the aisle in May or what?” Or, it’s 2002 and Steve Harrington attends a wedding, a funeral, and a birth.

Are You Flagging? by soidade

(17/17 I 40,991)

“Look, I’m just asking, okay? Not– I don't mean anything by it. But, uh.” His eyes darted back and forth, then he leaned in close to Steve. Steve had gotten used to that, kind of. The guy had no concept of personal space. “Are you flagging?” Eddie finally finished.

Steve shook his head slowly, eyes narrowed. He had no idea what that meant. He had no answer. “What?”

Eddie leaned away from Steve, facing forward again and nodding. “Okay, got it. That answers my question. Carry on.”

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A (mostly) innocent question leads Steve Harrington on a journey of self-discovery, friendship, sex, and romance.

flight risk by Ayes, itskleo

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Eddie Munson is famous for giving his bodyguards the slip. Enter Steve Harrington. Has this bratty rock star finally met a babysitter that can keep up with him?

[bullet-prooflove]

For the writers ask!

6. Favorite character you ever created.

19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.

30. Favorite line you’ve ever written.

31. Hardest character to write.

32. Easiest character to write.

42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc.

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

❤️

6. Favorite character you ever created.

There are so many but if I had to narrow it down I would say Ally (Beau Simpson) or Isobel (Dean Archer). Both bring out a really fun, softer side to their partners and they handle their shit with such dignity and grace.

I also wanna add Gina (Travis Wheatley) in here for destroying Travis’s trophies when she thought he was cheating on her.

Oh and Georgia (Terry Silver) too. There is always so much magic when I write the two of them.

19. First line of a WIP you’re working on.

It’s Roxie that notices Margo’s attraction to Dean first.

31. Hardest character to write.

Honestly Joe Cruz from Chicago Fire. I have tried writing for him hundreds of times over the years but I just can not find the key that unlocks him.

32. Easiest character to write.

Terry Silver, in my head he has such a defined voice that it makes him really easy to write. As soon as I see a prompt for him I’m like yep, I know exactly what we’re doing with this one.

42. How do you figure out your characters looks, personality, etc.

For me it’s really about what the fandom character I’m writing for needs from a partner.

So for Wes Mitchell (FBI International) it was a home away from home. So I knew it would be someone from his past, someone familiar he would feel comfortable in a strange country and who wasn’t part of the fly team because he needs that distance. I also knew it would have to be someone who understood the job he does because it would really fuck up a relationship. Hence we have an FBI Instructor at the International Training Academy who he had had a friendship/fling with in the past. The friendship angle allows her to call him out on his shit when he’s misbehaving because she already knows his history/antics.

With Terry Silver I just felt he was a very lonely man who has all this money and travels  but no one to really experience it with. When I wrote Georgia, I wanted someone who could bring a little colour to his world, who was soft and didn’t see the money or prestige. She doesn’t realise he’s a billionaire until later on in their romance and she’s already falling in love. I felt anyone to assertive or aggressive would really raise Terry’s hackles because he’d been burned before with people who wanted him for his status and not for him. I think one of their first dates is Georgia showing Terry, her version of Paris and it’s the act of sharing that experience that makes him fall in love because he sees the world through her eyes and it’s a wonderful place to be after being disillusioned for so long.  

Also I also really wanted to shy away from the whole sugar baby thing and focus on a relationship that was very loving and deep.

50. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.

Hm I can’t think of any weird ones off the bat (like witches or tentacles). I’d say more weird in terms of oh shit this is taking a turn I didn’t expect.

It’s happened with a few fics I’ve had in the past esp with the three things prompts.

Stuff like Dean Archer telling Isobel he found out Leanne was cheating when he was diagnosed with an STD. – did not see that coming.

Mike McClusky ending up in a devastating situation with Stella – the prompt was cocktail and from the instant I started writing the vibe was not a positive one.

Nick Torre’s partner being sent dirty lingerie by a stalker – the prompt was surprise gift I think and triggered a massive storyline for those two.

Rip Wheeler setting up an anniversary meal for Imogen and hearing gunshots across the pastures.

There are tons more but these are the ones off the top of my head.

[ladykailitha]

Sugar baby au

WIP Wednesday! Make me write!!

Other asks here.

Tissues at the ready!

Snippet

God, he got more peace at the Wheelers and Mike was openly hostile ninety percent of the time. So that was really something.

Steve picked up Eddie’s latest gift. It was a giant canary plushie. It was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever seen. He loved it. He hugged it close.

“I miss Eddie, Kenny,” he murmured into its beak. “I know he’ll be home in a couple of weeks, but I miss being able to have him tell me I’m enough. That my worth isn’t dependent on what other people think of me.”

Steve stood up and carried Kenny over to the bed, where he fell asleep, tears falling into the soft material of Kenny’s neck.

[jabberwockymoreau]

Chapter 7: I Get 'Advice' From a Demi-Goddess

Chapter 7 of my Byler Isekai AU took me forever, but it's finally up on Ao3! Mike and Will get to go shopping in a quaint little lakeside town and run into demi-goddess dispersing invaluable wisdom.

Tags: M, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Fantasy AU, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Horror, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn

Summary:

Mike Wheeler hates High School, so when he almost dies and falls through a portal to another world, he’s not going to complain. Especially not when that world does not only have swords and magic but seems to work exactly according to the rules of his favorite tabletop role-playing game. But his euphoria might be short lived because the party of adventurers he falls in with turns out to be the target of an evil god and the fate of the world might rest on their shoulders. So, exactly like his games of D&D. Except the wanna-be Paladin soon realizes that being a hero is much harder in real life than it is in-game. - Or, Mike gets isekai’d into a world where D&D is real.

An excerpt and taglist below the cut:

Excerpt:

By the time they make it back to their rooms, everyone else is awake and busy; breakfast sits mostly eaten on the table in front of the fireplace. El, Hop and Jonathan are still at it while Max sits beside them just sort of staring into space a little. The others flit in and out of their bedrooms as they get ready to leave.

El smiles when she sees them come in and waves with a half eaten pastry. “They made waffles!”

The thing in her hand looks like a waffle alright, but all the waffles in the room seem to be hoarded on her plate, so it’s not like Mike and Will could grab any if they wanted to.

“It looks like they made everything,” Will replies. He sits down besides her, grabs a plate, and then surveys the remaining food. In the end he settles for trying to swipe one of the waffles from his El’s plate.

The Sorceress is quicker, though, and the two of them end up squabbling over the food. Hop has to put a stop to it, reprimanding Will to leave his sister’s plate alone, and El to be nicer to her brother.

In response El sticks her tongue out at Will triumphantly and hugs her plate of waffles to her chest. Then she turns towards Mike with an innocent smile: “Do you want a waffle?”

Mike looks from her to the food ladden table – most of it normal enough, scrambled eggs and breadrolls, jams, and pastries – and feels only a little bit overwhelmed. “Uh, sure.”

El gleefully scoops a waffle onto an empty plate and holds it out for him over her brother’s head. Mike reluctantly takes it and a seat on the other couch, besides Jonathan.

“How is that fair!?” Will wails, although his tone only sounds half serious.

Still, Mike takes the waffel and rips it in half, giving Will a part of it. The dragonborn blinks, surprised. On the other side of the table El’s eyes widen, but before she can do anything, Will stuffs the entire thing into his mouth and chews exaggeratedly in her face.

For a moment the table is silent. Then Max bursts out into loud, cackling laughter.

El shakes her head, but she doesn’t look angry, instead just giving Mike a disbelieving smile. He meets her eyes and just shrugs. Then he fills his plate with some eggs, syrup and a round pastry ball covered in what looks like powdered sugar and digs in.

“You feeling better?” Will asks Max when the Monk’s fit of laughter has subsided.

Max shrugs. “Sure. I had all my bones broken yesterday, but I’m healed, so I’m fine.”

Her voice drips with sarcasm, but no one calls her out. Who among them would be fine in her shoes? She might seem physically alright, but Mike doesn’t want to know what it must have felt like to die like she almost had. Just the memory of her broken, bloody body will haunt his nightmares even if they manage to defeat One – he can’t fathom how Max will ever sleep again.

In a way, too, he knows what it feels like to die. He remembers the darkness that had taken him as he drowned, the fire that had engulfed his entire body as it shattered on the cement surface of the lake. But the water had taken him fast. He’d been out quick and only come back as Will healed him. One was a lot more precisise than Sattler’s Quarry, and Mike didn’t doubt Max would remember dying in much greater detail than he ever would.

It’s a strange thing to be grateful for.

Owens returns as they finish breakfast, the same faux concern plastered onto his face as he had yesterday. Mike had thought that perhaps he had judged the High Mage too harshly, since the Laboratories had seemed to good to be true to his exhausted and frightened mind. But he still feels the same distrust today, as Owens smiles at them just a little too widely, offering his help without wanting anything in return – the sort and scale of an altruism out of place in a man of his political stature.

The others don’t seem to necessarily disagree with Mike’s judgement. Lucas is quick to thank the man for his hospitality and his support, but also makes it clear that they won’t be staying past breakfast. Owens tries to talk him out of it, then seems to realize there is no point arguing with the prince and relents. He promises some more resources and to see them off personally, then leaves them to their preparations.

They’re gone less than an hour later. When even El has finished eating, they collect the last of their things, pack the rations that Owens sends up, and head out.

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[inkstainedheartbeats]

TW: Child Abuse, Murder, and Implied Spousal Abuse.

This is a modern day AU

Steve bites his lip as he takes in the house in front of him. He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to be home. Still the CPS worker at his side urges him up the carefully cared for sidewalk. The yard on either side of the concrete is taken care of but nothing like the veritable garden his mother had. The grass dying in the Indiana heat. He doesn’t want to be here. He wants his mom. Hands tighten on sticky yellow handles. The plastic holds of the black trash bag digging into his hands. He doesn’t want to be here. Mrs Stinson knocks on the door. It’s painted green, mother would have hated it. He doesn’t want be here. Chews on cracked lips as they wait.

“You’ll like it here,” Mrs Stinson says.

Voice soft in a way her face never is. She doesn’t try to touch him . He wants his mom.

There’s a man in the doorway. Taller than Steve but shorter than- he’s frowning, eyes large and expressive behind his glasses. Smartly maintained hair. Without meaning to Steve moves in front of Mrs Stinson. Frowning men are never good. Frowning men dealing with direct and confident women even less so. The man in the doorway is a Beta, his scent neutral like newspaper. But Steve knows scents can lie. Mrs Stinson, an Alpha, smells of sharp lemons and his father had smelled of coffee sweetened with just enough sugar to not be bitter. Steve knows who he’d want to be locked in a room with and it’s not the pleasant smelling one.

“Is it Monday already?” The man asks.

The frown deepens. The door remains pulled close to his body.

“It is indeed,” Stinson is in front of him now, laughter in her voice, “are you going to let us in, Mr Wheeler?”

Mr Wheeler blushes, opening the door and stepping aside.

“Sorry, sorry. Thought today was Sunday. That’s what I get, I suppose, for being so invested in my new book.”

Steve doesn’t want to be here. Doesn’t trust this man. He wants his mom. A little girl comes careening around a corner, knocks over the end table that sits against the wall and climbs up Mr Wheeler like a tree. Steve tenses. Marbles are rolling everywhere, keys scattered, water pouring out from the knocked over vase. If it had been him-

But Mr Wheeler just sighs a heavy fond sigh, cuddles the girl close.

“What have I told you about running in the house, Hols?”

“Ta not to, but I wanted to snuggle ya.”

Mr Wheeler looks to the heavens. Lips twitching.

“Well Steve looks like you get to meet Holly first. This is my youngest daughter, don’t let her run all over you. She’ll take a mile when given an inch.”

There’s a joke in there, Steve can tell but it’s lost to him. There’s more talking. Between Mr Wheeler and two other ladies that come swarming up and Mrs Stinson. Discussing him. Discussing his life. It’s not his anymore. He wants his home. He wants his mom. There are three more children introduced. One is a girl, Alpha, at least a year older than him. Her name is Nancy. She smiles at him tightly, unhappy he thinks, that yet another child has been added to her home. Two boys; a Beta and an Omega, Mike and Dustin. Mike is scowling but Dustin is beaming.

“Your room is right across ours!” Dustin is saying, dragging him up a set of stairs. His room and therefore Dustin and Mike’s room are at the end of the hall.

“Don’t mind Mike. He wanted to go over to Will’s but he had to stay here.”

His room is smaller than the one he had but not small. There’s a bed pushed into the corner and the walls are bare but painted a soft yellow instead of having plaid wallpaper. The covers on the bed look soft to the touch, pastel green. A dresser for his clothes and the closest has hangers just waiting to be used. It’s… nice.

“Mom and Mrs Wheeler says that as soon as you’re settled in they’ll take you shopping, get you whatever you want,” Dustin says, he’s never stopped talking.

Steve doesn’t want to go shopping. He doesn’t want to settle in. There are a bunch of things Steve doesn’t want. Even more that he does. But it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Because his ribs are cracked, his left wrist is broken, he has a concussion, the fifth in his life, more bruises than he can count and his mother is dead. She’s dead and gone and it’s all Steve’s fault. If he hadn’t- If she wouldn’t have-

Steve is here because he angered his father one too many times. Because his mother loved him when she shouldn’t have. He’s here because the monster killed her and Steve wasn’t strong enough to save her. He doesn’t want to be in this room painted his favorite color. He wants to be curled up with his mother, her fingers in his hair as they read together. As she sits patiently for him to get the words to stop jumping around. He wants and wants but nothing is going to change the fact it’s never going to happen again.

“I hope you like it here, Steve. I always wanted a big brother. Nancy is cool and all she’s always hanging out with her best friend Barb and never want us around.”

But what if I have a best friend and never want you around either? Steve thinks but doesn’t say. He may not want to be here but the group home he was in was worse.

“Is that all you have?”

It’s Mike this time, tone just a shade condensending. He’s point at the bag clutched in Steve’s right hand.

“No. It’s all I could carry.”

Jiggles his left arm, the cast clunky and unyielding as all casts are. He has a brace on both knees and wrapped around his ribs. A miracle the docs said, that his ribs hadn’t punctured his lungs. That he survived. A curse he thinks.

The bag holds things of his mother. Things he had been allowed to squirrel away and keep. Dustin hits Mike’s arm, hissing something too low for Steve to hear. Hearings shit now. His luck run out. Eyes have always been a bit dodgy but they’re worse now. Mr Wheeler comes in, two of the three bags left in Mrs Stinson’s car in his. Mrs Henderson, he thinks her name is, with the last. Three bags, that’s all he has to his name, if his life.

He’s left alone to unpack. Steve curls up in the closest and cries instead. He wants his mom.

[royalsy-queen]

Okay absolute crackpost time, bear with me

Recently I made a lil post about how the party would react to the classic "when life gives you lemons" situation but even before I wrote that there's a super silly idea that's been on my mind forever.

I desperately want some Wheeler siblings interactions that include Holly now that she's a bit older, so an idea came to me.

Halloween of '87, Karen and Ted had allowed Holly to go trick or treating without them, as long as she stayed close to Mike and Nancy. Mike really didn't wanna babysit his sister, especially not on halloween, when he had plans to watch some scary movies with the party (and maybe use it as an excuse to get close to Will when he got scared), but deep down he loves his sisters and he has a soft spot for Holly. He's her big brother, so it's his mission to always be there to protect her, so he eventually agrees to go with them and Holly gets super excited about it, she can't and won't stop talking about it.

Holly is the Wheeler's little princess, and she's a sucker for dressing up and putting on her fake tiaras and make up that barely has any pigment. Nancy was a bit to old to play dress up, but in some occasions she did her make up with her real products, it was a nice bonding moment when her plastic fake family felt a little more real, after Holly went downstairs to show how pretty she looked, with barely any reaction from their father and a small photo session by Karen Wheeler.

She had managed to pull both Nancy and Mike into her dress up moment, and she was gonna take that opportunity and run with it. Holly had her costume planned months ago, she was gonna be Sleeping Beauty with that pretty and sparkly pink costume dress her Nana got her for her birthday, and she was decided to keep up her theme. She talked with Nancy about how they should be the trio of Disney Princesses, and since she was the going as the most recent princess it only made sense for her big sister to go as the first princess ever, and that's how Nancy Wheeler ended up dressed as Snow White as a twenty year old. Jonathan found it pretty adorable when she told him, reminiscing how he also had some matching costumes with Will when he was little.

But convincing her sister to dress up like a princess with her was easy. Now came the hardest part of her little master plan. She and Nancy went to talk to Mike, who was in his basement, as usual. Holly started explaining her idea, and while cheesy, Mike thought that dressing up as a prince for her little sister wasn't the worst thing that could happen to him.

But Holly didn't want a prince. She wanted her trio of princesses. And the second princess' spot was reserved for the second child.

"Absolutely not!" Mike's response was immediate. He wasn't gonna go around Hawkins, trick or treating with his sisters in a ballgown dress. No way. But Holly didn't fret, she expected that reaction.

"But Nancy is dressing up too! We need the middle princess!" Holly begged. Mike was still shaking his head. "...And I know blue is your favorite color, so I kept that one for you."

Ouch. Holly was using her puppy eyes stare, the one that melted mom and dad even in the toughest situations. Mike knew it was on purpose and he didn't wanna back down, but he'd be damned if he was gonna let his baby sister be sad on halloween night. Her first proper halloween night. Some of Mike's fondest memories were of previous halloweens, laughing with his friends and having way too much sugar in one night. But dressing up in a sparkly blue dress all night? It was too much.

"Do you remember that time I dressed up as an elf for one of your D&D games? I did that in front of your friends, and I stayed in character the whole time. If I could do that for a whole day, you can spend less than three hours in a princess dress." Touché. This was Holly's second weapon, Nancy making sassy remarks right into Mike's ego. If one thing was clear is that Mike never backed down from that. Making sassy comments was his thing, and both girls knew how to use that in their advantage. For a seven year old, Holly was suspiciously smart and skilled in getting her way, she knew exactly where to hit, and that tiny soft spot Mike had for her eventually made him surrender.

"Fffffffine... I'll do it. Just for one night though." Holly's smile was huge, and Nancy had a smirk on her face. "You only need one night. After that your carriage is back into being a pumpkin." Nancy laughed, going up the stairs. "Hilarious, Nance. Really funny." Mike's voice was monotone, knowing this was only the first of many jokes to come. Holly went up to Mike and gave him a hug, planting a small kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Mike! This is gonna be so much fun!" Holly went up the stairs too, with a skip in her step. Mike heard how she immediatly went to tell their mom, clearly not trying to keep her voice down.

He let a out a defeated sigh, collapsing back into the sofa. And that is how Mike Wheeler ended up dressing up as Cinderella as a sixteen year old.

Wow okay this was supposed to be just a silly idea but ended up as a whole ficlet but tbh I'm kinda proud of how it turned out.

This was barely scratching the surface, I still have the idea of the party's reaction after they find out Mike is dressing up as a princess for halloween, and how in an attemp to definetly not miss that glorious moment they decide to scrap their costume ideas and do something Disney related so they can blend in with Holly and also laugh at Mike right to his face (affectionately). But I'm having waaay too much fun with this so I'm pretty sure I'm just gonna pick this idea and run, turning it into a proper fanfic because I desperately wanna write the dialoge of Max, Lucas and Dustin laughing their asses off, Eleven being geniuenly excited to dress up as something Disney as I imagine Max introduced her recently to the classics, and most of all I wanna write Will's internal struggle of realising the boy he likes is about to dress up as a princess and how insanely funny that is, but also not wanting to laugh too much about it so that Mike isn't too upset about it. Mike is already regretting the moment he opened his mouth suggesting to accompany Holly and the party CANNOT wait for halloween night to come, because they already know it's gonna be one of their best ones.

Yeah so that's it, if you managed to reach all the way down here hi omg ily <3 and it would mean the world to me if you reply or tag this saying what you thought about it, it's the first time I actually upload any of my fanfics and I don't expect many people to see it but still, ily <3

[eggcompany]

Blue Sugar Part 1

Billy Hargrove didn’t bow down to anyone. He didn’t cry, he didn’t beg, and he certainly didn’t bend over backwards for anyone. Billy Hargrove wasn’t fucking weak. No one would see him cry.

Of course that was for everyone except Mrs. Wheeler and the other ladies. They talked him into all sorts of sexy trouble... that is until it isn't sexy trouble. It's his own sexuality crisis. He just wanted some pot, he didn't know he would end up on Eddie Munson's dick. Or that the ladies would wanna watch... At least the recording would only ever see their eyes. As embarrassing as it was.

Billy Hargrove didn’t bow down to anyone. He didn’t cry, he didn’t beg, and he certainly didn’t bend over backwards for anyone. Billy Hargrove wasn’t fucking weak. No one would see him cry. 

Of course that was for everyone except Mrs. Wheeler and the other ladies. They were the only exception. 

Billy was more than happy to sit on the floor like a dog when she told him to. More than happy to eat from their hands, get washed, jerked off, or held. 

He was happier than he’d ever been curled up in his underwear under a nice warm quilt in Mrs. Wheeler’s lap, her hands running through his hair as she gushed about how good a boy he is. He loved getting pets and loved on, getting baths and smelling like candy, he loved every minute of getting treated like a pet. 

He was more than happy to get up on her dinner table and let the ladies play with him, touch him, call him pretty, kiss him, make him suck on their fingers. He loved getting overwhelmed, loved how when he started to sob they only drew it out longer, making him beg, making him into a wailing mess before letting him cum. 

It was more love, more joy, than he felt anywhere else.

And today was no different. It was Saturday, noon. Nancy was away, the baby girl and her husband were out till three and Mike was at school. Billy was more than happy to skip class, he had the grades good enough to afford a few skip days. He felt that warm sizzling feeling all over as he drove into the suburbs, up to that perfect house. It was burning him up when there were more than one car parked in the driveway. 

“Oh Mrs. Wheeler… where are you?” Billy called into the house as he walked in, slipping his leather jacket off, tossing it onto the arm chair. He walked in, looking through the house for the woman. He heard the radio on, something popular and upbeat. 

“In here, Billy. The girls came over for lunch.” Mrs Wheeler could be heard from the den. Billy made his way there, only taking a second to fix his hair in the mirror adjusting himself in his jeans. He could show up looking like hell and they would still call him pretty. 

“Hi ladies, you’re all looking nice today.” He said as he walked in leaning down for Mrs. Wheeler to kiss his cheek. He couldn’t help the smile that warmed to his face, the heat blooming on his cheeks already. He moved to get beside her chair, ready to kneel down when her hands caught his waist. 

“You look good too, puppy. Why don’t you ever wear shorts, give us a nice show of this.” The woman said and grabbed his ass, turning him around back to the other women. He blushed, looking away as he felt all the eyes in the room fall onto him as Karen grabbed handfuls of his ass through his jeans. 

“Like he’s not an eye full already.” One woman said, giggling. 

“Would look better without those.” Another answered, a new heat warming Billy’s bones. He loved being bared, being on display. 

“Mrs Wheeler?” Billy asked, looking down, face burning up already. He liked this part. The part where he didn’t have to think, didn’t have to decide on anything. Mrs. Wheeler was in charge. And she nodded, rubbing over his hips. 

“Go ahead. Hope you wore my favorites.” Karen said and he rushed to undo his belt and take off his boots. He was down to his tight black briefs and his white tank top. He stood there, letting the women gawk at him, whispers floating around him as he looked down at Karen’s eyes, waiting for the praise. 

“Shirt too, baby” She said and he peeled the shirt up and off himself. The woman smiled and hummed, hands roaming over his chest and abs. Billy forced his arms to stay by his sides, hands rolling into fists as he kept himself from moving. Her nails rolling down his skin, fingers tracing the lines of his torso. 

“I think these would look nice decorated.” Karen said and caught a nipple between her fingers, giving it a twist before letting go. Billy moaned, the pain running straight to his dick as he doubled over, unable to hold still. 

They all knew he liked pain. A pinch here, a slap there, it made him melt like nothing else. They knew he liked a little hurt peppered in with soft words. He craved it, the good pain. It made him feel so stupid, so fuzzy good, got his blood bolting south. 

He looked back up at her, blue eyes pleading and he rubbed at his reddened nipple. He already felt the pull, the need to be on his knees, to be down. 

“I wouldn’t make you, but it would be very cute. However I do have a plan for today. The girls have never seen you use the magic wand.” Karen explained and a shock went through Billy. He looked at her, eyes big, mouth open a gasp.  

“Go get it. Think about it as you go. Either bring it back or don’t. You can be a puppy now, Billy.” Karen said, voice quiet and careful. Sure but gentle enough to make it okay to say no. But Billy hated saying no. 

“Okay Ma” He said quietly. He walked to her bedroom, knowing where the toy was. He felt squeezed like he couldn’t quite breath. That stupid vibrator. It was a lot and he always look gross afterward but he fucking loved it. It made him cry like a bitch. Made the entire world crumble away till nothing was left but the careful hands on his skin. Made everything fade away from his head. But it was embarrassing as hell. 

He brought the toy back to her, head hung as he handed it over. He made him feel weird, creepy. He didn’t know why but the white and pink plastic… it just made him feel weird. Like he didn’t fit right under his skin. 

“He gets funny about it. Maybe it’s because it makes him such a messy little thing. I don’t know.” Karen said to the room as she pulled at his hip. He knew how to sit when she used it, how she wanted him. He plugged the toy in, jumping when she turned on to make sure it was plugged in right. The buzz that sounded through the air struck him, making his muscle clench, his cock twitch. 

He knelt in the chair, facing away from Karen, leaning to the side a bit so Mrs. Wheeler could see over his shoulder. He made sure his legs were on the outside of hers, digging into the chair cushion, even if she sat down a bit in her lap. 

She ran her free hand up and down his side, calmingly. He looked around at the hungry eyes that all landed on him before he finally took a deep breath. It would be okay, he didn’t need to think, it’s okay, he told himself as he sank into his headspace. 

She pressed the still bulb against his underwear, making him jump. He didn’t try to hold back the whine that ripped from him. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, hands clenching against the chair arms. His chest heaved with each breath, nerves racking up inside him. 

“He’s so nervous, what a cutie!” Said one of the other women who watched as his hips twitched, the bulge in his underwear obvious as his cock struggled against the fabric. 

“Over the briefs?” One asked and Karen nodded putting on a fake pouting face when she started the toy up. The buzzing noise shaking Billy to his very bones, knowing what was to come only made him harder, knowing a wet spot was forming in the front of his briefs. 

“He makes such a mess if he’s naked. It’s horrid to try and get up out of the rug. It’s better if he’s got a bit of a guard. Isn’t that right, puppy?” She asked and let the vibrator skim across his lower stomach, just above the waistband of his underwear. He moaned, hips bucking up, trying to catch that feeling where he really needed it but she held it back, waiting for him to reply. 

“Yes ma” He forced out through his teeth. He moaned as the toy pressed into him, landing right on his tip. He couldn’t help the noises that burst out of him, the sobbing cries that wracked through him as pleasure thundered through him. 

“Fuck! Ma!” Billy yelled before tears started to roll down his face. He grabbed the arms of the chair, digging into the fabric as his stomach tensed. He knew there was already a mark in his underwear, a wet spot growing the more he twitched and moved. He couldn’t focus on what was being said around him. He heard words but his head was too far gone. 

The buzzing noise by itself drove him wild but it was rolling up and down his shaft, hitting all his most sensitive spots. It was so strong, it shook him to his bones. It made his head light and dizzy, overwhelmed but desperate for more. 

He couldn’t care the tiniest bit about how loud he was crying or how his hips rolled against the toy like a whore. 

“Ma! Fuck! Agh! Please!” Billy begged in a broken voice, his face was wet. He knew it was gross, the tears and snot and sweat. But he also knew they found it more than okay. Especially when a hand came to lay over his own, calm and cool over his own stressed fist. 

“Go ahead baby” Karen said in a reassuring way, giving the boy the permission he needed. With it, Billy was crying out, trembling violently as he came, the vibrator hitting him in the right spots. He sobbed out, body having been rung out of pleasure, and twitched and wiggled trying to get away from the vibrator and his own soggy underpants. 

The woman finally pulled the toy away, leaving Billy to slump over, trying to catch his breath as tears and snot dripped from his face. He felt exposed, torn open raw. But he couldn’t seem to care, his mind too blank to find anything to be ashamed of. 

“Karen you weren’t kidding, he really does put on a show. What a cummy mess, messy little dog.” Said someone as the cum leaked from his soaked underwear. It made something spark in his chest, something almost like pride. Like he’d done a good job. However it was very uncomfortable and only got cold against his burning skin. 

Billy just whined and laid back against Mrs. Wheeler. His hands let go of the arm rests, going to run over his lower stomach, the feeling of his cum drying on him bothered him. 

“Ma… my jacket. Got clean ones” He said and moved to try and stand up but his legs nearly gave out on him, thighs trembling. 

One of the other ladies was quick to go get his jacket, looking through the pockets till she had a pair of bright red briefs in her hand. 

With the help of steadying hands Billy stood up, his dirty underwear getting put in a ziplock bag, and being wiped down with wet wipes. He was whining, tears rolling down his face. It was humiliating, having to be held up so his cum could be wiped off his body. Having to rely on other people to clean him up so he wasn’t a mess in his own fluid. But it felt too fucking good to put up a fight. 

“Fuckin hate this” Billy still grumbled and the women all laughed as they watched his knee jerk up when Karen ran the cold damp cloth over the hot head of his softening cock. He couldn’t help but sob, the relief and shame washing over him like a tsunami of fire. It felt good but it hurt. 

“Poor little puppy, what a poor little thing.” Karen said in a fake sweet way and helped him into his underwear. His face got wiped one more time before he was straddling her again, wet face hiding in her shoulder. He let his hands twist into the front of her blouse, holding onto the silky fabric. Her hands were on his ass, squeezing the plush muscle.

Everyone watched her hands, jealous that it wasn’t their hands kneading the muscles through red fabric. It wasn’t their lap he was in, wasn’t their arms he was wrapped in. Everyone bit back their jealousy that he wasn’t their pet. 

“Why don’t you ever let us play with him there? Don’t you finger him?” Someone asked and Billy was sitting up, scattering to turn and look at them eyes full of fear. He knocked Karen’s hands off his bottom, stomach twisting into a knot. 

“What?! What do you- I’m not a faggot.” He said the words heavy in his mouth. Just saying it made him feel sick, made him feel on edge, dumping ice cold water over his nice feeling. He looked at them, breath picking up again.

The ladies all shushed him and Karen rubbed his back, pressing him back into her neck. Calming him back down, knowing Billy had been raised with certain standards for men which were… less than welcoming to any alternative sexual activities. 

“We know. We know. There’s nothing wrong with it though. Nothing wrong with touching there anyway.” Karen explained and kept her hands running over his strong back, running down his arms till he relaxed. 

“I’m not gay.” Billy grumbled and wrapped his arms back around Mrs. Wheeler, laying his head back down on her shoulder. 

“We know that puppy. But boys have a special spot inside, even straight guys have it. Wouldn’t you let us try?” Karen asked calmly, voice free of judgment. It was taboo, not just having a young, barely 18 year old lover, but to share him with other women? And indulge in anal? It was something they all could only dream of. It was more than tempting. 

“If you… if you really want to. But I’m not a fag.” Billy said as his face flamed again, hiding it away again. He relaxed as Karen’s perfume filled his nose again, she smelled nice. And he guessed… it wasn’t really gay if it was with her. She was a lady after all. It was only gay if it was with another dude. Karen couldn’t hold back her giddy smile. 

“I know hun. How about next week we lay you out on the table and play our favorite game? How’s that sound girls?” She asked the room as the boy nodded, agreeing. 

Billy blushed and hid away as they all squealed, happily talking about all the things they could do. He tuned them out, trying to enjoy more of his fuzzy headspace. He knew they wouldn’t hurt him, knew whatever they wanted to do to him, it would only stave off that filthy hunger that lived deep in his bones. 

“Ma I’m nervous. I’m not a-a faggot.” Billy whimpered as he sat down on the edge of the table, the plastic tablecloth crinkling under his bare butt. It was a place he’d been few times before. When she wanted to blindfold him and touch him with different tools, silk ties, feathers, ice, hot spoons, or when she had wanted to show everyone how long he could hold a plank and had stacked plates on his back. 

It put him on display like something else, made him feel nervous. It made his cock twitch against his thigh, the thought of all those eyes on him like he was christmas dinner but made him feel dirty, orgasming on the very table the Wheeler family would eat dinner at a few hours later. 

“We know baby, but this is gonna feel sooo good! You’ll get all worked up and have a nice big orgasm. It’ll be so pretty and after, if you decide you don’t like it, we won't do it again.” Karen reassured and helped him move until his feet were flat on the table with his butt a few inches from the edge. She ran her hands over his body, from petting his hair down to rubbing across his collarbones, letting her thumb nail catch on his perky nipples to petting his sides, rubbing the outsides of his thighs to letting her nails drag up and down the sensitive insides of his thighs up to give his fully hard cock a stroke. 

“Okay” Billy finally whispered, consenting, and Karen bent down to kiss his cheeks and eyes before kissing his forehead and making him smile. She liked the way he smiled when she kissed his face, and he liked the feeling of being taken care of.

The other ladies arrived and he was being pet. Hands running over him, a few times stroking his cock till he was bucking, close, leaving him throbbing between his legs. It was nice, nails being run across the inside of his thighs and his chest, lips touching his neck and collarbones and belly. It made him feel all the more sensitive, his hands being held down against the table, unable to resist even if he wanted to. 

“Ready?” Karen said and set down the tube of lube and the few latex gloves she had. He looked down between his spread knees, the angle flooding him with shame. Especially when he caught sight of the pink silicone cock in her hand. A dildo, small but still. It looked like a prick. Neon pink and all. 

Billy blushed and swallowed, leaning his head back against the table as his hands wrapped around the edges of the table. 

“Yeah ma, ready.” He said quietly as the rest of the women stepped back to watch, finding their seats. He closed his eyes, heart racing in his chest as he took a deep breath. His head was too full, unable to slip into that fuzzy place. He just took even breathes, trusting whatever Mrs. Wheeler was going to do to him, would feel good. 

Karen was careful as she put on the glove and slicked two of her fingers. She had read too many novels, seen too many dirty magazines to not know what she was doing. She looked around at the other women, they were all waiting, anticipating eating them up. She took a calming breath and stared at the body offered up to her. Billy was shaved clean, she was almost jealous. His sun kissed skin going pale where his underwear covered him, his hole was pink and perfect where it was hidden. 

She pressed her fingers against his hole, both of them a steady pressure against him. Billy tensed, his thighs tensing, knees shifting together slightly. Karen shushed him, her free hand rubbing up and down his leg as he relaxed again, breathing picking up. 

“Relax puppy, breathe in and-” she instructed and he did what she told him, taking in a big breath and letting it go. 

“Fuck!” Billy called out as her fingers easily sunk into him, all the way. It was weird, they felt kinda slimy and it kinda burned but it just felt strange. He had to admit it wasn’t bad . Then she started pumping them in and out, the slide eased by the lube. She went slow, easing him open, not wanting to hurt him. 

“This is fucking weird” Billy said and the women laughed at him. He closed his eyes, face screwed up in discomfort. It was just so we-

“Ma! Oh my god! Ah!” He cried out when suddenly he was being set alight, a brand new feeling jolting through him. Lightning striking him, making his body jump alive, hands grabbing into wood tabletop as his hips lifted. 

He couldn’t help but let out a high whine, vision coming back from a whiteout. He looked down at Karen who had a look in her eyes that made him feel a little sick in the stomach but when she pushed her fingers back in again and set him ablaze once more, he didn’t mind. 

“I found it~” Karen said in a singsong voice, mostly to the other women, given Billy couldn’t breath , let alone hear. He forced his hips back down to the table, desperate for that feeling. It was pleasure like he’d never felt before. It raised tears to his eyes, glossing over his site.  

Each time those thin fingers pressed back into him, slowly faster and faster, he came rushing toward cumming. He couldn’t contain the cries that ripped their way from his throat, the moans that made him twist and thrash. His hands locked on the sides of the table, his only anchor, even as the burn of the stretch came back and new pleasure shoved him toward the edge. 

“Fuck! Ple-ease, I’m gonna cum” Billy cried out, tears flowing from his eyes. He couldn’t break his grip on the table for even a second long enough to stroke his cock, just looking down at his own body to see the deep red tip of his cock drooling against his own stomach. He gasped when the pleasure stopped, looking down to see why Mrs. Wheeler had stopped. 

“No, no, no. You’re not cumming yet, Billy. You have to wait till you get something inside, puppy. Remember?” Karen asked as she pulled her three fingers out of the boy, causing him to yell out in frustration. Billy stomped his heel against the table, looking up at the ceiling as his orgasm ebbed away. 

“Don’t be bad, puppy. This is what you’re going to cum on.” Karen said and suddenly there weren't slender fingers slipping into him, no, there was a dull round head pressing into him. 

“Fu-uck” Billy sobbed out as it made its way slowly into him. The cold silicone was so different. It felt even more foreign, more so like it didn’t belong there. 

The stretch seemed to go on forever, like it was creating new space inside his body just to fit. It didn’t just graze his good spots like Karen’s petite fingers. It shoved right onto them. It was textured, all the fake veins and crest of the head gave him more stimulation than he thought possible, catching on his rim before diving into his guts. He didn’t even notice he was crying out, voice high and whiney. 

He was laying there, eyes blind unable to hear, mouth hanging open, spread open on a fake cock. 

And he felt fucking amazing. So amazing, like everything fell out around him. And then the lights turned off. 

“Billy?” Karen asked as she shook the boy’s shoulder. He was sitting in one of the dining room chairs, covered up with a blanket. He opened his eyes, feeling kinda dizzy, like his head wasn’t screwed on right. His face felt wet from a washcloth, but he felt gross between his legs. He looked up at her and the other women who surrounded him. Their faces…. They had these tight looks on their faces. 

“Sorry” Billy said and there was a hand rubbing his back. He looked at the table and the new cloth that covered it and his clothes that were stacked there. He heard as most of the women left, getting their purses and coats. 

“It’s fine Billy. You should get going though, I need to start dinner.” Karen said and it made Billy’s chest kinda hurt. He understood. He came too early. It had happened before but then it had just been Karen and him…. 

“I’ll see you later Ma” Billy said when he was at the door, dressed and limping. Karen looked at him, hand on his cheek. He looked at the floor, knowing he disappointed her but the warmth in her eyes… It made him happy. 

“I’ll see you later, Puppy. Go take a nice bath at home.” Karen said and kissed his cheek. She liked that boy, he was a good boy, a good pet. Billy nodded and left, knowing she’d forgive him. 

He just wanted something to help forget though. Help forget that amazing feeling, help the questions that were reeling in his head. He didn’t wanna think about it all night, how he’d just had the most earth shattering orgasm of his life on a fake dick. 

[ao3feed-byler2]

You're sweeter than sugar, lover, I'm addicted

by Cleradinisim

Will is Mike's very best friend for many reasons. First, Will is smart. He can tie his shoes and count time better than some of the seven year olds even. Second, Will is funny. He makes jokes and sings songs, and everything is just funnier when Will is around. Just making eye contact when someone is talking is enough to send them into a fit of giggles. Third, Will is very nice. He draws pictures for Mike and his parents and their older siblings, listens to every rule, he's patient when Mike is loud or annoying and he's just sweet. It's hard to explain.

But also, Will is a lot like him. They both have older siblings and they both like dragons, dinosaurs, and board games, and they were both alone on the first day of kindergarten until Mike came and said hello. But they aren't alone anymore, they have each other, and now they're having their first sleepover at Mike's house.

 Or, part one of my miwi oneshot fics

Words: 1765, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Karen Wheeler, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, The glow in the dark stars on Mikes ceiling

Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Will Byers & Mike Wheeler

Additional Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, The miwi bug agenda™️, Pre-Season/Series 01, title from a chloe moriondo song, short and sweet just like them, Mike Wheeler is a Sweetheart, Will Byers is a Sweetheart, Protective Mike Wheeler, Mike Wheeler Loves Will Byers, Will Byers Loves Mike Wheeler, Will Byers Needs a Hug, song: kindergarten (Chloe Moriondo), Artist Will Byers, Drama queen mike wheeler, me in a dark alley, gesturing to you in the street: hey kid want some hand holds and innocent affection, Sleepovers, Mike wheeler loves bugs, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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[mjonthetrack]

strange

Chapter 46 – “Queen of the War Room”

The door flew open.

Again.

Dominique didn’t even flinch this time. She was halfway through stirring sugar into a fourth mug of hot cocoa, already feeling her eye twitch from the vibe of too many feet in her house. The din of voices spilled in behind Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, followed closely by Nancy Wheeler and Mike, the latter barely ducking under Jimmy’s outstretched arm at the threshold.

“Dom, don’t kill us,” Dustin said quickly, stepping in like the kid knew she was two seconds from dropkicking someone.

Dominique turned slowly, mug still in hand, lips pressed in a line.

“I’m gonna need more mugs.”

Robin gave her a thumbs up. “Hi, yes, your house smells amazing and I love that you have air conditioning. Also, do you have a panic room? Asking for a friend.”

“That’s it.” Dominique held up a hand, her voice ringing like the goddamn town hall bell. The room froze. Even Jimmy, who was sitting on the arm of her couch with Erica perched next to him, paused mid-sip of his drink.

She pointed at the center of the room like she was laying down divine law.

“Since this is now apparently headquarters, let’s get one thing straight—”

She cleared her throat dramatically.

“If you make a mess, you clean it. No blood on my carpet. I’m in charge in my house. If I’m not around, Jimmy’s in charge. If he’s not around, then it’s Erica.”

Erica grinned like she’d just been crowned ruler of Earth.

Dominique didn’t stop.

“I am a nurse, yes. That means I can help in an emergency, but please for the love of all things holy, try to keep your rectums and intestines inside your bodies.”

Robin started giggling. Steve choked on a sip of Gatorade.

Dominique pointed to the coffee table, where a notebook had mysteriously appeared between a stack of People magazines and a TV remote.

“There’s a book. Write your name in it and what you want for Christmas. If by some divine miracle we survive, I will have gifts under a tree like it’s a Hallmark movie. No one is allowed to say that’s morbid.”

Mike opened his mouth. She shot him a look. He closed it again.

“Snacks are in the kitchen. Drinks too. Don’t touch my canned peaches, don’t touch Jimmy’s root beer stash, and if I see one pair of shoes on my couch—” she paused, locking eyes with Harrington, who was about to flop down—“I will channel my inner demon and level this place from the roof down.”

Robin raised a hand. “Like, full exorcist demon?”

“Worse. Black mom in church demon.”

Everyone went “ohhh.”

Jimmy chuckled darkly, patting Erica’s shoulder like yeah, that tracks.

Dominique looked around once more, satisfied that even the most sarcastic of them were now tiptoeing. She finally handed off the cocoa to Nancy with a small nod and sank into the armchair nearest the fireplace.

“Now someone tell me which supernatural hellspawn we’re fighting this time, and which of you idiots brought it here.”

Steve raised his hand sheepishly. “I think it was basketball.”

Dominique blinked. “...God help us.”

Chapter 47 – “Frequently Asked Questions”

The mug hit the table with a thud. Cocoa rippled to the edge but didn’t spill — it knew better.

Dominique Sinclair stood in front of her crowded living room like a press secretary with zero patience and even less sleep. One hip cocked, arms crossed beneath a slightly-too-fitted tee shirt that looked like it had seen both blood and tears in the last year. The scent of cocoa, cheap popcorn, and teenage deodorant clung to the air.

Every couch cushion was full. Jimmy sat in his usual place, one arm slung lazily over the back, fingers tapping his knee, his eyes only on her. Erica was curled beside him, smug and quiet, nibbling on a fruit roll-up like royalty.

The rest of the room?

Chaos, barely held together by graham crackers and trauma.

“Before anyone starts with more stupid questions—” Dominique lifted a finger, silencing Mike before he could blink. “Let me save us some time.”

She cleared her throat.

“Yes, I am harboring a fugitive in my guest room.” A few eyes cut toward the hallway where Eddie had made himself very at home, judging by the muffled sounds of Metallica.

“No, I will not expand on that.” She raised her brows at Steve, who had opened his mouth and promptly closed it again.

“Yes, my man that isn’t my man but I will absolutely shank someone over is a kingpin.”

Robin muttered into her cup, “Honestly iconic.”

“No, Erica is not our love child.”

Jimmy snorted. Erica gagged dramatically.

“Yes, I was recently possessed.” A beat. “No, I cannot demonstrate.”

Mike actually turned red trying to swallow his cocoa.

“Yes, my breasts have grown a cup size.” A pause while the boys all stared deeply into their drinks and tried not to die. “No, I will not be picking out a code name. Don’t ask again.”

Dustin raised a hand timidly. “I think ‘Domination’ would be kinda cool—”

“Moving on.” Dominique shot him a look but tossed him a fresh packet of marshmallows anyway.

“Yes, my little brother is a massive dickhead.”

Everyone nodded in collective trauma agreement.

“No, I do not care if anyone decks him for it. In fact, I’d like to film it.”

Robin burst out laughing. Steve high-fived Erica who didn’t even look up from her snack.

Dominique finally exhaled and flopped back into her chair.

“Now Nancy, go ahead with the murder update. Everyone else, have at the snacks and cocoa and try not to touch anything breakable unless you plan to replace it with your soul.”

Nancy blinked, still holding her notebook like she was reporting for 60 Minutes. “Okay… so. Chrissy Cunningham. Dead. In the Munson trailer.”

Eddie groaned from down the hall. “Still not my fault!”

Nancy went on. “She had a seizure, but… not like a normal one. It looked like—” she flipped to a page and turned the notebook toward the room.

The sketch made the room go silent.

Dustin looked pale. Jimmy’s fingers flexed along Dominique’s chair, jaw tight.

Dominique sat up straighter.

“I knew it.” Her voice was soft but sharp. “Something’s come back. And this time, it’s not taking just me.”

Chapter 48 – “Whispers”

Rain pattered against the windows, soft and rhythmic like static on an old TV. Dominique’s living room was dimly lit, mostly by the glow of the TV she hadn’t bothered to turn off — reruns of Knight Rider flickering soundlessly behind the gathered crowd.

The energy was strange — wired and tired, eyes red from crying or watching too much horror unfold way too fast.

“So… what, you think it’s like the Mind Flayer again?” Dustin asked, fidgeting with a torn piece of notebook paper where he’d been scribbling theories.

Nancy shook her head slowly, flipping back through her notes. “No… this is different. The way Chrissy—” her voice cracked slightly, “the way her body looked… it wasn’t possession. It was more like… it reached into her.”

Jimmy leaned against the armrest, one leg crossed over the other, still as stone. His arm was looped protectively around Dominique, who had slowly climbed into his lap earlier — a casual move at first, but now her body was nestled against his chest, her cheek resting against his collarbone.

She hadn’t said much since the sketch was passed around. But she hadn’t moved either.

Erica, half-asleep on the couch with a juice box, kicked her feet slightly and muttered, “Don’t like this one. Feels different. Smells like old evil.”

Steve glanced at her. “You have a smell for evil?”

“I have a smell for dumb questions,” Erica snapped.

Robin let out a tired snort, perched on the floor with her legs crossed, chewing on a Twizzler. “No but she’s right… something about this just feels off. Like, not just creepy Upside Down evil. But… personal. Targeted.”

Eddie finally stepped out of the guest room, towel around his neck like he’d just finished a workout rather than hiding out as Hawkins’ most wanted. “Okay, uh… y’all ever consider that maybe I’m cursed?” he muttered, dragging a chair up to the group and sinking into it. “No one dies around me for years, and now this happens after one chick buys weed?”

Dominique shifted slightly on Jimmy’s lap, adjusting her arm so it draped loosely over his shoulder.

“Dom?” Dustin asked gently, turning from his notebook. “Do you think it’s the Upside Down again? Like… really back?”

Silence.

He looked up from his notes and blinked — she wasn’t answering.

Dominique Sinclair was knocked clean out.

Cheek pressed to Jimmy’s chest, her curls draped over his black tee, one leg curled under her and the other hanging off his thigh. Her lips were parted slightly, brows still furrowed faintly like her body was stuck somewhere between safety and memory.

Jimmy didn’t say anything, but his hand came up slowly to cradle the back of her head, fingers weaving into her curls. He didn’t look at anyone — just held her there, protectively quiet.

“Let her sleep,” he said, voice low. “She’s been through enough.”

Eddie arched a brow but stayed quiet. Erica, now curled under a throw blanket, gave a soft, sleepy hum of agreement.

Nancy glanced around the room and cleared her throat. “Whatever this thing is… it’s already started. And it’s not gonna stop with Chrissy. We need to figure out who’s next. And fast.”

The group nodded solemnly.

Meanwhile, Dominique stayed curled in Jimmy’s lap, safe for the moment — even if something dark was already moving again beneath Hawkins.

Chapter 49 – “The Quiet Between”

The house had finally begun to settle, the low hum of voices and occasional laughter drifting like fog from the living room down the hall. Dominique's room was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of the salt lamp on her nightstand — a gift from Erica, who insisted it would “balance the demon energy” post-possession.

Dominique padded out of the bathroom slowly, steam still curling in the air behind her. Barefoot, curls damp, skin flushed from the shower. She wore only one of Jimmy’s shirts — the faded black one he’d tossed over the back of her door. It hung off one shoulder and swallowed her frame halfway down her thighs, smelling faintly of cedarwood and something sweeter, uniquely him.

She paused in the doorway, arching a brow.

“You managed to make yourself right at home, huh, Fatu?”

Jimmy had been sitting on the edge of her bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed like he’d been in deep thought. He looked up the moment she spoke — and whatever tension had lingered in his shoulders melted the second he saw her.

He stood without a word, crossing the space between them in three long strides.

His arms wrapped around her waist as naturally as breathing, pulling her flush against him. His hands splayed wide over her lower back, grounding her there. When he bent to kiss her temple, he murmured it — that name only he ever used, rough-edged and reverent:

“Mika.”

Dominique’s breath caught in her throat, lashes fluttering.

It had been years since anyone called her that. Short for Dominique, sure. But “Mika” was something different. Softer. Private. Something she used to let him whisper when she was bare and vulnerable, back when she still believed in “them.”

Now it hit like a punch behind the ribs.

“What?” she croaked, caught between heartache and heat.

He leaned his forehead against hers, eyes closed.

“I called you that before I even knew what you meant to me. And now I know.”

Her fingers curled into the hem of his shirt on his back. “You’re saying this now? After everything?”

He didn’t dodge. Didn’t deflect.

“Yeah. Because I thought I had time before. I don’t anymore.” His thumb brushed the edge of her jaw. “Something’s coming, Mika. You feel it. I feel it. I don’t wanna waste any more time pretending I don’t care about you like I do.”

Her throat tightened, and she looked up at him through tired, bleary eyes. Her voice cracked.

“I’m scared.”

“I know.”

“I don’t wanna lose anyone else.”

Jimmy bent again, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Then I’ll keep you close. Right here. Ain’t nobody taking you from me again, baby. Not while I’m breathing.”

She let herself melt then — into his chest, into his hold. All the strength she carried for her siblings, for the group, for herself — it slipped off her shoulders for a few quiet moments.

Dominique didn’t say anything more, just let him hold her there, the steady beat of his heart anchoring her to something real. Something alive.

Outside the door, the world was tilting toward war again. But for now, in this room, wrapped in Jimmy Fatu’s arms, Mika finally let herself believe in peace — even if it was temporary.

Chapter 50 – “Like Before”

It was late.

The kind of late that made the world feel paused, suspended somewhere between last night’s nightmares and tomorrow’s unknown. But in Dominique’s bedroom, lit only by the faint glow of the moon cutting through the blinds, time did something stranger.

It rewound.

Dominique lay curled beneath the covers, warm skin against warm skin, the soft cotton of his shirt slipping further off her shoulder. Her back was to him, at first — body still, breaths even. Jimmy thought she might’ve fallen asleep already, but he didn’t dare move.

He couldn’t.

Not with her lying beside him again. Not with the gravity of everything unspoken pressing into the mattress with them.

And then—she turned.

Slowly, deliberately, she rolled over to face him. Her eyes met his, dark and unreadable in the low light. Her curls framed her face like a halo of chaos and softness all at once.

Jimmy blinked. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

She didn’t answer.

Instead, Dominique leaned in — one hand sliding to the side of his neck, the other gripping the sheets — and kissed him.

It wasn’t slow.

It wasn’t chaste.

It was months of silence and pain and heat and regret all crashing at once. Lips parted, breath caught. Her mouth found his like she was starving and he was the only thing left in the world that could fill her up. Her body pressed into his, her hand tugged him closer by the jaw, like she was afraid he’d vanish again.

Jimmy froze. For half a second.

And then he kissed her back — with just as much hunger, just as much ache. His hand fisted in the sheets beside her head, the other gripping her waist tight like he was grounding himself. His head spun, mind racing, but he didn’t pull away.

He couldn’t.

This was her — really her — not possessed, not distant, not broken behind her eyes. This was Dominique. His Mika.

And then, just as quickly, it ended.

She pulled back. Breathless. Staring at him like she hadn’t meant to go that far.

Jimmy barely got a word out— “Dom—”

But she rolled over.

Back to him. Her hand reached over the nightstand, flicking off the lamp with a soft click. Darkness fell.

“Goodnight, Fatu,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

And then silence.

He lay there, stunned. Heart jackhammering. Pulse in his ears.

She just kissed him. Like before. Like nothing and everything had changed. And now she was going to sleep?

“The hell just happened…” he whispered to the ceiling, dazed.

But when he looked over, even in the dark, he could see the smallest smile tugging at her lips as she drifted off.

He grinned to himself.

Yeah. He’d stay.

And maybe—just maybe—he’d earn that kiss again.