#little choir boy dustin

[hazardworld]

It’s that time again where i haven’t posted gay for awhile so all the bots start following me. Conveniently, it’s also WIP Wednesday, so here’s two WIPs for the world:

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1. Graduation

(As HS class of 23 also I claim the modern au kids as HS class of 23 because none of us returned to school after freshman spring break either)

Dustin groaned awake as his alarm blared in his ear. He scrubbed the sleep out of his eyes and squinted at the bright light of his phone screen—9:00 am—pressing the stop button.

He sat up and yawned, then reached for his glasses. The world came into focus as he put them on, both physically and mentally.

Today was May 26, 2023.

High School Graduation.

Dustin leapt out of bed, comforter flying. He put on his pajama pants and swept out of his room to the smell of breakfast food, specifically pancakes (or possibly waffles; the hard yet better option).

He was about to make his way out to grab a plate, but an alarm blaring further down the hallway caught his ear.

He made his way down to Max’s room, careful to open the door quietly. Her alarm was the worst one: the one that sounded like some sort of jail alarm, and it was always at max volume. Dustin plugged his ears (as best he could) and turned it off before shaking Max awake.

“Max, Max get up,”

A groan. Dustin rolled his eyes.

“Max, it’s grad day!!”

No response.

“Max,” Dustin smirked and whispered in her ear, “Lucas is wearing a sexy Sailor Moon costume,” he singsonged, and Max jolted awake.

Quickly, Max settled herself back down with a groan, and Dustin’s heart sank.

“Fucking fuck,”

“Wheelchair?” Dustin asked, resigned. Max had been trying to build up her strength the past few days to maximize the possibility of having an aid-free day. After 2 1/2 years of PT, aid-free days were just as common or crutch or wheelchair days, but planning one was near impossible. It was lucky Max had them in the first place anyway: she’d been told the day she woke from her coma that she’d never walk again.

What the doctors hadn’t realized was the best place for her to stay (one story, not in the middle of the woods, two people) was the Henderson home, and Henderson blood was some of the most stubborn around. Claudia and Dustin (plus Steve when he still lived with them, and the rest of the Party) all made sure Max got as much practice walking as she could get.

Max nodded solemnly, and Dustin grabbed the chair—the Party decorated it ahead, just in case—from the corner of the room. As he did so, Max put on her own glasses and re-sat up slowly.

“So, graduation. You ready?” Max smirked lazily, and Dustin raised his eyebrow.

“What do you think?” Max laughed, and seamlessly scooted herself into her chair.

“Push or no push?” Dustin asked.

“I’d take a chauffeur,” Max responded cooly, and Dustin pulled a section of her hair in retaliation. He was not a chauffeur. “HEY! Okay, okay, jeez. I should be fine,” Dustin nodded and walked towards the door so she could change.

Actually…he probably should too.

Stained pj pants and no shirt wasn’t really a look the school was looking for onstage.

“Call for Ma or me if you need anything,” Max rolled her eyes as she nodded, and Dustin left grinning. He made his way back to his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He grabbed the dress shirt and pants he’d washed and hung up the previous night from his closet. The dress shirt was a light lavender with small vertical stripes, and was brand new for the occasion. His dress pants were black, and the same dress pants he’d used for choir or any other special event for the past 4 years.

God…4 years. 4 years at Hawkins High and now it was all over.

His thoughts weee interrupted by a heavy bang-bang-bang on his wall.

Dustin rolled his eyes and grinned, zipping up his fly before going back to Max’s room.

“Pants?” He asked immedeately as he opened the door. Sure enough, Max was in her pink floral blouse and pajama pants, with her own pair of black dress pants laid haphazardly on her bed.

She nodded. “Pants.” Dustin nodded in response and shut and locked the door.

When Max had a moderate amount of pain or more, usually it meant she needed help getting her pants on. Sometimes there were days where she needed help with nothing or everything, but if she needed help usually it was just for pants.

Dustin lifted her out of her chair and squinted his eyes shut while holding her sturdy from behind.

“Done!” Came Max’s voice, and Dustin opened his eyes to help her back into the chair. Dustin snatched her palm gloves from her bedside drawer, and chucked them in her lap.

“Thanks, ass,” Max smirked and slipped on the gloves, and wheeled herself out the door Dustin held open for her.

The scent of heavenly fatty food wafted through Dustin’s nose once again as he followed his sister out to the kitchen. Ma had her back turned, frying up something—sausage or eggs, probably.

“Ma!” Dustin called, before noticing her earbuds in.

“We should not have introduced her to noise cancellation.” Max commented.

“Agreed. She’s deafer than Steve with those things in,” Ma had forced Steve to go see a ear doctor after she noticed him not hearing anything unless he was facing her---something Dustin regretted not noticing sooner. Apparently, all the concussions had lead him to being hard of hearing, which lead to him wearing hearing aids and everyone in the Party learning sign.

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Sibling Summer Camp!

(A modern summer camp au with an inhuman twist. This excerpt is from the first chapter, where everyone is first arriving at camp.)

They parked and got out, walking to their luggage in the back. A few seconds into opening the van door, and another van raced past them, parking close on their right. Whoever was inside was blaring music, and singing along so loud Suzie could hear every word they said.

"Put your hands up and reach for the sky, CRY FOR ABSOLUTIOOOON!"

Rock music wasn’t Suzie’s fave, but yikes.

Suzie noticed their Florida license plate as the van shook to the song’s beat. 

Typical Floridians. Probably.

There were a bunch of various rainbow magnets and bumper stickers, though, so at least the rockers were safe. Their van was maroon and tan, though Suzie could see hints of washed off paint across the side and back. Had it been graffitied?

“Hey, Suze, a little help?” Oh, shit. Suzie pulled away from her people watching to help Argyle unload their suitcases. He had taken care of the larger few, but the smaller ones were all the way in the back. They were here for a month, after all, and while they were promised laundry service for their clothes, there were many things neither of them wanted to leave behind.

Suzie shuffled a bag sounding like a bunch of glass bottles, and paused, sighing.

“Argyle, how many bongs did you bring?” Argyle smiled and shrugged.

“I didn’t bring my whole collection, if you’re asking.”

She hit him with a glare.

“How many?” 

“…13?”

“YOU BROUGHT 13 BONGS?" Suzie exclaimed, and Argyle shrugged.

"Could be more, could be less, I dunno,"

Just because the two of them got on swimmingly didn’t mean they never got into disagreements. Usually, these disagreements had to do with bongs.

"Why are 13 ish bongs something necessary for camp! I’m sure you won’t even use half of them!” Suzie grumbled angrily. She couldn’t expect Argyle to not bring his stash, but an entire bag of 13 bongs??? In a state where recreational weed wasn’t even legal??

“I heard 13 bongs,” Suzie looked up, and standing at the mouth of the van was a lanky tall boy with the darkest color palette she had ever seen. Seriously, the black hair, band tank, and jeans were so stark against his pale skin, he almost looked like a vampire.

“Who the heck are you?” and “Wanna borrow one?” were said at the exact same time. Unluckily for Suzie, the boy only heard Argyle’s question, and not hers.

"Nah, I packed a few myself, but nice to know I’ll have a smokin’ buddy!" This guy—obviously from Florida—had southern slang with a midwest accent. Weird.

"EDDIE! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Called another voice, and Suzie’s question was answered. "YOU AREN’T LEAVIN’ ME TO DO ALL THIS WORK, YOU SLIMY SACK OF DICKS!" This was likely Eddie’s sibling, left to do all the work unloading their things. Argyle and Eddie exchanged goodbyes, and Eddie ran off to his sibling.

"I found a weed guy!" Argyle grinned, and Suzie shook her head while smiling. 

"Yes Argyle, you found a weed guy,” Suzie panned to the remaining luggage in the back, “now can we please get the rest of our bags out? Otherwise you won’t be seeing weed guy for a month,” Argyle nodded and started pulling the luggage onto the ground.

#disabled max mayfield #hoh steve harrington #little choir boy dustin #suzie the sanity keeper #both of these include (later on) heavy #steddie #argyle #florida man eddie munson #specifically central florida #eddie is a ghost fan #wip wednesday

[familyvideostevie]

𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲

day one: tree lighting with steve | fluff, first kiss, 1.1k 12 days of christmas masterlist

It takes a few dates for you to realize it. Steve Harrington, despite being almost unbelievably handsome and funny and even a little bit of a dork, seems to forget how lovely he is. You know he used to walk around the halls of Hawkins High like he owned it, his attitude as big as his ego and his hair. But these days he's softer around the edges, looser even. It's kind of amazing to watch. 

Now, on your fourth date, you have to force yourself not to stare. Well, you think this is a date. You saw a movie a few weeks ago, then you went to dinner just you two last Friday, and just a few days ago you went on a drive for no reason. But he hasn't kissed you. You are trying very hard not to dwell on it.

The town square is full of people waiting for the thousands of tiny bulbs to be lit, illuminating the town and almost every tree in it. The high school choir is singing carols and people all around you are chatting and drinking hot chocolate. You and Steve are huddled close because it's a bitter Indiana night, arms linked together as you share your own steaming up of cocoa. He finishes taking a swig before passing it to you. You press your lips to the spot where his were and once again wonder if you're ever going to get to kiss him for real. What if he's just being nice? What if you're just...friends? Yeah, you think, the way he wrapped his scarf around you when you got here was real friendly.

"And then I almost feel off the ladder because Henderson decided to stop holding it at the bottom right when it got windy." He's telling you about the favor he did for Dustin's mom, putting her lights up, and you're just watching him talk. His cheeks are rosy and his hair is sticking out from under his hat and he is so pretty you have to hold in a sigh. "But I didn't fall because I have great balance, obviously, and I'll drive you by the house after this because it really does look great--"

"Steve," you interrupt him. 

"Yeah?" His attention turns to you immediately, eyes roaming over your face. Are they lingering on your lips or are you imagining things? You hand him the hot chocolate cup, but put a hand around his gloved one once he takes it from you. The carolers are singing louder now and some guy dressed as Santa is getting ready to pull the switch to light up the town, but you keep your eyes on Steve.

"Are we dating?" you ask him and try not to wince. You probably shouldn't be so that blunt so you don't scare him away. His eyes widen and his lips part. 

"Oh," he breathes out. You feel it on your cheek. "I, uh. I kinda thought so?" He sounds a little sheepish, like he's realizing he should have addressed this sooner. You think that maybe this is the core of Steve Harrington -- a boy who wants to love and be loved in return, his heart on his sleeve. 

"Okay," you say, smiling to reassure him. Heat builds in your chest, a fondness that you figure you're going to have to get used to around him. "I just wanted to check. Because I've been having lots of fun with you --" His brows start to furrow and you realize this is starting to sound like a possible breakup, so you hurry forward. "I have just been wondering why you haven't kissed me yet?" Your voice goes up at the end and you start to feel a little embarrassed. 

But Steve's face transforms into a boyish smirk and he presses into your side a little more and turns so your faces are even closer. "Is that so?" he teases. "You wanna kiss me?" He scrunches his nose in fondness at the indignant sound you make. "Oh, you want me to kiss you?"

"Well, if you're gonna be smug about it, I take it back --"

"Oh no, no," he says, tapping the side of your boot with the toe of his. "No take-backs. Plus, I want to kiss you, too." He unlinks your arms and pulls his hand out of his pocket to cup your jaw. You can feel the heat of his palm through his glove and he smiles, this one a little shy rather than cocky. Steve is so close now that you can count every one of his eyelashes and freckles. The hot chocolate cup you're both holding is cradled between your chests and you have a passing thought that you shouldn't crush it.

In the background people are counting down but the rest of the world fades away as you close your eyes and tilt your head a little and wait to see what he does. You feel a puff of warm breath on your lips just before he brings his mouth to yours in a soft, sweet kiss. You pull your hand from the cup and put it on his elbow, pulling him closer as your noses bump and you start to smile so much it's hardly a kiss anymore, just the press of your grins together as you both barely contain your joy. 

Kissing Steve is better than you imagined it would be. It's the kind that feels like the start of something, the kind that makes a knot you didn't you know had in your chest unravel, the kind that makes you tingle all the way to your toes. 

The cheers of the crowd fade back into your hearing and the real world reappears around you. You open your eyes and find Steve bathed in the warm glow of the Christmas lights that now shine from every tree and lamppost in town. But you barely look at the display because you can't take your eyes off of Steve. He looks...beautiful, still smiling, cheeks pink not just from the cold, and he leans in again to press a quick kiss to your temple before tucking you back into his side, arm around your shoulders.

"Not too shabby," he says, looking around you at the glowing square. You warp an arm around his waist as he pulls you close and you lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes for just a second, taking a deep breath. He smells like hot chocolate and detergent up close. 

"I think it's perfect," you say. He squeezes you just a little before you feel him press a kiss to your hair. "Just perfect."

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

Time for some Grant (Freak) and Jeff headcanons!

I’ve been neglecting these sweet boys lately so here’s a few random tidbits I came up with for them…

Full name: Grant Raymond Alexander

Has four little sisters…

Lisa— same age as the Party. Doesn’t run in the same circles as them, because she’s a cheerleader and plays softball, but Grant asked her to kind of watch over El in school so Lisa made a point to befriend her.

Ida— same age as Erica Sinclair and they are sassy besties. Erica is constantly trying to get her to join Hellfire, but Ida doesn’t want to admit to Grant that she thinks something he likes is actually cool.

Annie— a couple years younger than Ida and Erica. She’s a shy little bookworm and often gets kind of lost in the shuffle of her big family.

Beth— same age as Holly Wheeler, they’re also besties. They terrorize Eddie on a regular basis by demanding he play beauty parlor with them and let them “style” his hair.

Grant’s dad owns some stuffy corporate accounting firm and he expects Grant to follow in his footsteps and join the family business. Grant is studying accounting at college, but he hates it and dreams of being a rock star or a pastry chef— or both! He wants to create beautiful things. (Full credit for the pastry chef idea goes to @moonchildreads - we ❤️ Donny!)

His dad also is the director of the church choir. Grant likes being in the choir but after spring break ‘86 he started enjoying church itself a lot less. He’s thinking of quitting but doesn’t want to disappoint his father.

Grant goes to the local community college because he wanted to stay close to home to help take care of his sisters— he didn’t think all the babysitting, cooking, etc should fall to Lisa just because she’s a girl.

Just because he’s chubby doesn’t mean he’s slow. Grant is super strong and agile. He played football during his freshman and sophomore years, but HATED the toxic attitude of the jocks and the constant pressure from the coach. When he didn’t come back to the team junior year, most of them viewed it as a betrayal. But they can’t bully him because he’s bigger and stronger than all of them.

Full name: Jeffrey Dean Collins

Middle kid of three, all brothers…

Julian— two years older. Star athlete who now coaches football at one of the state colleges.

Jonathan— two years younger. Total math and science nerd. Dustin calls him the smartest kid in the school (and is totally jealous of that fact).

Jeff is majoring in education, and his first year in college he did a minor in some music related field (producing or sound or something). He wants to be a music teacher. Initially he was thinking he could use what he learned to help corroded coffin make it big, but heard enough horror stories about trying to get into the music biz that he decided teaching would be just fine with him.

Jeff loves his brothers, but they’re all so different he feels like he has nothing in common with either of them. He also feels like the “underachiever” of the family since his talent isn’t in a school-related thing like sports or science.

However, Jeff does get along GREAT with his mom. Sometimes he feels like she’s the only person in his family he can actually talk to. They have the same wildly eclectic taste in music, both of them love reading, and she understands his moods better than anyone.

When Jeff and Eddie first decided to start Corroded Coffin, his dad and his brothers didn’t get it and were a little mean about it. “Why do you wanna play loud angry white music with that trailer trash boy”, etc etc. But his mom saw in Eddie the same thing she’d always seen in Jeff, that they were outsiders just looking for a place to fit in and a group to belong to, and she defended him. She informed the rest of the family that Jeff could make any kind of music he wanted, with any kind of people he wanted, as long as it made him happy. Eventually the rest of the Collins fam came around, and Jon even asked Jeff to teach him to play guitar.

If you have any headcanons for them you want to share with me, please feel free!!!

#jeff stranger things #grant stranger things #unnamed freak stranger things #corroded coffin #losty headcanons

[fairyrosepetals]

❤️A Strange Valentines❤️

TW: Slight suggestiveness, mentions of drug use

🕶️Steve Harrington🕶️

Where do I begin with Mr. Steve Harrington? We all know he’s a total sweetheart and naturally a great mother hen type to his younger friends, but what about when he falls head over heels for you?

Whether your first introduction was when he worked at Scoops Ahoy or at the family video, you can bet your ass he is flirting with you the moment you enter the store.

His flirting definitely has you laughing, watching him stumble over his words and possibly trip over his own two feet just trying to approach you is something you find endearing. He just wants to find someone to love and spend the rest of his life with, and his gut tells him that you might be the one.

Who can blame him? The moment he saw you, he swore he thought he heard a choir of angels behind you. Robin quickly taking notice urges him to make his first move, which more or less ends up in a cringy disaster.

Regardless, you find his sweet and clumsy demeanor towards you adorable. Capturing your heart the moment he’s opened his mouth. Say yes to a date and he feels as if he’s walking on air the entire day.

He’s very affectionate with you, even with all the chaos that you have the misfortune of being dragged into. Always keeping a protective arm around your waist or keeping your fingers linked with his.

In private, it’s more gentle, less tense and anxiety ridden. There are times he’d just cup your face and stare, tracing and memorizing your features with his gaze, nothing but love behind those big brown eyes you hold so dear.

He’s always touching you, whether it be hugging you from behind and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, or laying on your chest as the both of you rest on the couch, your fingers carding through his thick brown hair as you give him the occasional head scratch. He’s felt as if he’s died and went to Heaven!

His kisses can depend on his mood. In the moment where it’s just the two of you, Steve’s very gentle and loving, holding your face in his hands as he kisses you, pouring every once of love into the kiss as he cherishes the moment.

During high energy moments, he will usually go for a peck or a quick kiss to your cheek or forehead, but it’ll never fail to send those sparks of electricity throughout your body as you watch him go into protective mode.

Steve prides himself in being able to make you laugh around him. It’s a big ego booster when he makes a lame joke and you’re the only one in the friend group to be in a fit of snorts and giggles, loving the way you light up at something others would find so lame.

He appreciates that you don’t make him feel stupid or incompetent either. During the times where the sudden realization hit everyone that their lives may be in danger, there are times the group tends to make him feel dumb. However, Steve notices that you never do that with him and loves you even more for your patience.

If you’re a fan of kids and sees you parenting the younger members of the group, Steve will be over the moon. Knowing that he’s found someone who loves babies and kids just as much as he does brings a different kind of warmness to his heart.

If you end up being close to Dustin? You might as well marry him right there on the spot. He cares for Dustin as if he was a little brother, so seeing Dustin and the love of his life get along so well makes him feel honored to have fallen in love with someone as caring as you are.

Watching you rough house with the curly haired boy, or even just giving him a comforting squeeze when times get tough already has Steve picturing his entire life with you. A life where he gets his picture perfect family as he marries the love of his life. With Dustin babysitting of course.

When Valentine’s Day comes, you know Steve is going to dedicate the entire day to you.

Robin helps him get together a basket of your favorite snacks, tapes of your favorite music and movies, even some skincare and perfumes if you’re into that. Robin helped obviously.

Steve takes you to a movie drive in date where he’s grabbed all your favorite snacks and drinks, the both of you snuggled up in the back seat of his car as “The Princess Bride” begins to play. He relates so hard to Westley.

By the end of the movie, he literally continues to treat you like royalty the entire time you are together. And if you gift him something on Valentine’s as well? Make sure you cancel all plans because he will absolutely melt and shower you with the most affection you’ve received in a long time.

Steve Harrington is absolutely, head-over-heels in love with his significant other. Finding someone to love and cherish for the rest of your life doesn’t come as easy as it does in fairytales, but ever since he met you he’s felt as if he’s been living in one. Who knows? Maybe there’s a ring waiting in your not so distant future.

🦇🎸Eddie Munson🎸🦇

We all know how high energy Eddie is. His highly expressive faces and gestures make him stand out from the rest of the students at this school. So what if he found someone who met his energy?

If you’re just as energetic and loud as he is, he’d be surprised, but intrigued. Especially if you’re interested in joining the Hellfire Club. If you have what it takes to join, this is where you take this opportunity to get to know everyone better and find out what all the fuss is about from other students.

If you’re not and prefer to keep to yourself, that’s perfectly fine! Eddie would understand you need your space. After all, sometimes he needs his alone time too with how shitty he gets treated on a regular basis.

Over time, he’d cherish you just like he would with any other member until the both of you begin to catch feelings for each other. Mike and Dustin have the misfortune of realizing before anyone else does and make their complaints towards their dungeon master. Which Eddie immediately shuts them up about.

Once together, Eddie also can’t keep his hands off you. Always having you on his lap, his hand resting on your waist or the small of your back to keep you close as you all continue to finish a campaign.

Always ditching class in order to spend some time in the woods together despite you always urging him to stay in class, and he does over time. However, he just can’t get enough of having your body close to his.

Eddie’s kisses are usually pretty intense and also full of energy much like himself, his kisses always bruising your lips and taking your breath away as he goes in for more and more. He can’t help himself, he’s fallen so deeply in love with you and feels as if he needs you to breathe.

Always leaving love bites and marks on your neck, even places where he knows you can’t hide or cover up with make up. It’s something he so proudly does in order to show the world that you are certainly not single.

Meeting Wayne is something that definitely unnerves him. He’s not worried about his uncle disliking you, more just what if you suddenly lose interest in him? He understands he may not be the richest or smartest guy, but he’d do anything if it meant he got to keep you in his life.

But if you and Wayne hit it off right away? He’d definitely feel as if his heart might leap out of his chest. Eddie holds his uncle to a high degree and values what he has to say, so if Wayne has already accepted you into the family, he can’t help but feel a sense of pride of bringing someone so amazing into his family. Not to mention how happy it makes Wayne to see you really bring out the best in his nephew.

Even during the moments where you and Eddie are not together at the moment, Wayne can’t help but seek you out the moment he lays eyes on his nephew. I mean, one half needs the other to be whole right?

When it comes to Valentine’s, he’s not very familiar with this area of your relationship. He never really got a ton of Valentine’s gifts or cards growing up like other kids, but that doesn’t mean he won’t make sure you both have the best Valentine’s Day ever.

If you’re a metal head just like your boyfriend, he’d definitely take you out to some shows that may be performing nearby. The high energy music getting your adrenaline pumping as you two sing as loud as you can to the music, Eddie even going as far as lifting you onto his shoulders just so you could get a better experience from the concert. He’s also not complaining with your thighs squeezing his head.

If concerts make you a little nervous and you don’t consider yourself a metal head, he’d definitely organize a music date. The two of you browsing the record store together as you picked out a record for the other to listen to, the both of you laying on his bed as you stared at the ceiling and enjoying each other’s company as you listen to the music you picked out.

Gifts may be a bit difficult for Eddie, but he still tries his best to do something special for you. Whether it be him singing one of your favorite songs, or even opting to do something you’re into rather than doing his DnD campaigns and band practice, he just wants to make sure you know how much he loves you.

As mentioned before, Eddie knows he may not be the smartest or the richest guy like a certain basketball player in school. But you just being there for him makes him want to be better for you, and he’s never had someone like you that made him want to keep going and just give up. He knows that when you see him walk at his graduation to accept his diploma, he has you to thank for keeping him grounded.

🍃Argyle🍃

Let’s face it, half the time Argyle doesn’t know what the hell is going on. When he does, the moment has already passed.

However, when he sees you? He’s absolutely starstruck. His brain can’t help but malfunction as he does nothing but stare at you as he tries to find his voice.

The moment he does, there’s a very dreamy tone in his voice that makes your heart just melt upon hearing it.

“Woah… am I dreaming, or are you, like, some kind of angel?”

Whether you meant to do it or not, you have Argyle absolutely wrapped around your finger.

He worships the ground you walk on, and will definitely follow you around like a lost puppy if you let him. Unsurprisingly, Jonathan always teases him about it during the times that he is sober, but can you really blame Argyle?

He loves when you visit him at his place of work, it makes things a whole lot better when he sees you put in the effort to come see him on his break. Especially if you stick around long enough for a pizza break.

When you both are finally able to officially date each other, he is another very touchy man. It may not be as intense and passionate as Steve and Eddie, but his love is still there.

He’d definitely throw a lazy arm around your shoulders or waist, holding you close to his side as he talked to the Byers kids. Just your presence keeps him grounded and a little bit more aware of his surroundings.

Argyle’s favorite is to have lazy day naps with you, being able to enjoy having his arm lazily thrown across your hip as you both lay in bed, talking about anything and everything even if it doesn’t make any sense.

If you’re up for it, smoking with him is definitely a whole different vibe. Lazy kisses exchanged between the both of you as you sit in his lap, enjoying the other’s company.

Argyle’s kisses are very slow and gentle, tending to savor the moment rather than rush in with so many intense emotions and feelings.

He takes his time with his kisses, but you can feel the amount of love he has for you behind each and every one.

When Valentine’s rolls around, he does forget what day it is. However, upon Jonathan casually mentioning his Valentine’s Day plans with Nancy, it sends him into full panic.

With the help of Jonathan, Argyle manages to throw together a last minute Valentine’s Day gift that he hopes isn’t something that you would hate.

Mostly, it was a gift basket of all your favorite snacks, candies, and desserts. (And 🍃🍃 smoking gifts if that is something you’re definitely into.)

Don’t go too hard on him, he genuinely had no idea what day it was today and is willing to make it up to you once he’s calmed down.

I think most of his dates would require being at home, but for Valentine’s Day he would make sure it’s a lot more special than any other day. He’d make sure you have his undivided attention as he prepared REAL food for you.

He may not be the world’s greatest chef, but there are definitely some foods he’s great at making. Lots of comfort foods for this at home date, macaroni, spaghetti, grilled cheese, you want something indulgent? Your boyfriend’s got you.

Don’t even get met started on the sweets, he knows what you want and will not fail to provide only the best for you.

As it’s said before, Argyle worships the ground you walk on. He’d do everything and anything for you if it meant it would make you happy. He may be forgetful sometimes and may not be the best at reading the room, but he genuinely cares about your wants and needs when it comes to your relationship. Just call his name and Argyle will be right there, eager to please and make you happy.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley #argyle #argyle x reader #valentines #valentines day #valentines day writing #fanfiction #reader insert #characterxreader #writing #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things writing

[gay-dorito-dust]

Number 42 from this prompt list.

A/n: Steve, Robin and reader all live together cuz that’s the dream.

“Steve.”

“Steevee.”

“Steeevvvveee- you know I think he’s dead.” Robin jokingly assumed, looking over her shoulder at you with a cheeky grin. You scoffed, looking over her hunched form at your friend with the perfect hair who totally wasn’t drooling on his pillow, snoring obnoxiously loud that you were half tempted to smother him with his own pillow. “Let me try something.” You told Robin, reaching down to lightly pinch Steve’s nose, watching as he began to struggle; his brown eyes shot open where they trailed up the arm of the person that had been pinching his nose where he saw that it was just you and Robin dressed in nothing but pyjamas before briefly remembering the pressure upon his nose and promptly smacked your hand away.

“What the hell were you trying to do? Kill me?” Steve said as he rubbed his nose, give you both weird looks as he sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean yeah that’s what we were originally going for.” You shrugged, amused as Robin playfully nudges you in the side. Steve only shot you a look but you knew he loved these types of banter you threw constantly have whether it be in his car, at work or even here in his own bedroom at three in the morning as it only solidified your friendship with the dynamic duo that was him and Robin; you had boringly worked in family video longer then them, so when Keith told you that there was going to be two new hires looking for a job, you didn’t think much of it at the time but when Robin and Steve walked through those doors of the store you knew they were going to be important to you later on and you were proven right when they started their first shift.

“What’re you guys doing here anyway?” Steve asked, voice tinged with slight concern as his mind curiously wondered what your arrival at such a time could mean, his thoughts, despite fogged with sleep, were ran ramped with worries about you, Robin, Dustin, Eddie and the other kids well beings, both mental and physical. His eyes instinctually looking you both over incase there was any injuries either of you were hiding from him and yourselves unknowingly as to keep the illusion that everything was fine when it was far from it. Yet he couldn’t seem to find a single scratch, scrap nor bruise on either of you which made Steve sigh in relief that he covered up as a yawn. “We want food.” Robin said straightforward, Steve’s expression dropped to that of annoyance, “that’s it?” “Yep.” “You came here at,” Steve checked the time, squinting through the sleep that blurred his vision, “three in the morning just to ask for food? Don’t we have any in the fridge? I’m pretty sure I made sure to stock it up-“ “yes we have food but me and Robin aren’t too chuffed with the idea of having to do the preparation, the cooking, so on and so forth-look just answer the question dipshit it’s a simple yes or no.” You cut Steve off, slightly agitated and albeit a little hungry.

“So you want me to cook?” “No! We wanna head out to the nearest store and get junk food but neither of us have a car and you do.” Robin butted in this time when it became clear to you that Steve wasn’t picking up what you were putting down. “Is that all I am now that I’ve got a car? Your choir boy?” Steve asked in disbelief as you and Robin looked just shared a look for for a split second before shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe? kinda? yeah your our choir boy. Congrats.” You patted him on the shoulder as he started to get out of bed against his own body’s wishes as he rummaged his jean pockets for his car keys while you and Robin threw each other a thumbs up with the widest grins across your faces. Neither of you saw but after having found his keys,Steve stopped to smile at yours and robin’s theatrics, he acts like he hates them when in reality he couldn’t wish for better friends who’d drag him out of his bed at ungodly hours just for junk food. He would’ve never gotten this with his other friends back at school, not a chance; it was another reason why he damned himself for not finding you both earlier in his life because if this is what he has to endure for the rest of his life then he’d gladly venture to find you both again and again as though you were bonded for life as platonic soulmates.

Alright, alright, let’s get you two your junk food so I can get back to my beauty sleep.” Steve called, standing up from his crouching position to walk out of the bedroom with you and Robin following soon after like little ducklings following their mother. “I call shotgun.” Robin cried as you ventured out towards the car, not caring who she woke up. You groaned, “come on Robin you always get shotgun! When do I get shotgun! Steve I want shotgun!” You looked to Steve, tugging his arm playfully as he laughs, managing to get his arm out from your grasp so he could put it over your shoulders, bringing you into his side as he talked to you in a low whisper. “You can get shotgun when we get back, deal?” He offered you his hand that you eagerly took without a second thought. “Deal.” “Come on you two I‘lol be dead by the time you get over here!” Robin cried as she waited by the car for you two impatiently causing you and Steve to laugh in response.

‘Yeah,’ Steven thought as he watched you run over to Robin with the widest grin across your face, waiting on him, ‘this is the life.’

#robin buckley fluff #robin buckely fic #robin buckley imagine #robin buckely imagines #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #Robin buckely x you #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington fluff #Steve Harrington fluff #Robin buckely x gn!reader

[steddiehands86]

✨Choir and Quidditch✨

1/?

Friday night was the most important night for everyone at the newly improved Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry- which was now simply named Hawkins Academy. No one knew why the names was changed- rumors of a new start abounded but no one really cared, so no one talked about it that much.

Everything was the same inside the school, the houses were the same- that would never have changed even if it came up in every yearly administration meeting. It only resulted in bickering, fighting, insults being flung along with a few hexes. Every time it ended with a round of tea with more than a shot of spirits. Nobody talked about that either.

However, what everyone did talk about- would not stop talking about- was the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match that was to be played on Friday night. Professor Eddie Munson, Charm’s Professor and Choirmaster extraordinaire, would rather stab his eardrums with his wand than to hear any more about the damn quidditch game. Yet here he was, just after the children’s lunch break and all he could hear as he was finishing his pretzels was the babbling and speculation about the idiotic game.

However this class was usually his favorite- Dustin Henderson (Ravenclaw), Susie Bingham (also a Raveclaw), Lucas Sinclair (Gryffindor), Max Mayfield (Gryffindor), Will Byers (a Hufflepuff-throw in some spice to make it nice) and….Mike Wheeler (Slytherin). He didn’t know how Mike of all students worked his way into his classroom but so far his attitude was tempered by the presence of his very best friend, Will.

Today proved to be a bit problematic. The boy’s heads ducked together as they walked to their desks like a strange pod-like creature, with Max following behind with her charmed (by her ‘beloved’ Charms professor of course) Walkman on ignoring everyone around her. Susie trailed after her, clutching her textbook and parchment forever worrying about her boyfriend’s former crush. And Lucas…

Was nowhere to be seen. Well. Today was already starting to get on his nerves and it wasn’t even 2pm yet. Wonderful.

His eyes followed the little group as tried to shuffle by unseen, intelligent and beady little eyes darting to and fro like Eddie could actually see them. They were teenagers, hell he could smell them. All too much spicy body cologne, old and new sweat with a hint of ass and corn chips. He was familiar.

The girls sat in their assigned seats, Eddie learning fast to never let them choose their own seating- that was chaos in the making. Too many people surrounding the nerds, hoodlums in the back, brown nosers in the front- no. It was best to separate them. He wanted the boys where he could see them, right in the front row with the girls behind them.

He set down his pretzels, an irritated sigh building up in his chest at Mike as he pushed Dustin forward to talk to him as if he wasn’t brave enough to open his own. And that’s when they told him. Lucas was on the Gryffindor team, and thus couldn’t make it to the Choir banquet being held at Duurmstrang at the end of the week.

He knew it was going to happen, everyone knew about the damnable game, but Sinclair had been on the sides lines the entire season due to his almost inability to fly. It wasn’t his fault he was a foreign exchange student and that Quidditch wasn’t as popular over in the states as it was over the pond. They preferred a game of hexed ball-throwing, something like “dodgeball” but with a stinging paint charm thrown in and they ran around like savages. Eddie was engrossed in the description and wanted to implement it, even went so far as to hex charm a ball that Lucas brought but Headmaster Hopper put the kabosh on it before they could start. ‘Twas rude but nothing Eddie could do about it, safety was important and all.

Nevertheless, Sinclair wasn’t rumored to even play but it was insisted by the coach that he was to be in attendance.

Ugh. Coach Harrington was another thorn in Eddie’s side since he too transferred from America. He was loud (so was Eddie), he cursed (again same), and he had a weird relationship with another professor in History of Magic, Buckley. Setting aside there were many rumors about Eddie and the Divination teacher, Professor Cunningham- all of which completely untrue- Eddie and Coach Harrington didn’t swim in the same pools, and were thus vexed by one another continually since Coach Harrington arrived.

“Well far be it for me to ruin anyone’s fun, but we have been working towards this all year. Where is Sinclair now? He should be in class.” Eddie sent a steely dark gaze over the classroom, noting each student that looked away in cowardice.

The only one that met his eye was Max, who rolled her rolls in annoyance before stopping her music, “Coach Steve got him in the hallway. He got a note for extra flying classes, so Sinclair went with him as usual.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” The epitaph escaped before he had the chance to stop it, judging from the titters and giggling this was going to come back and bite him in the ass. He piled his curls in a haphazard bun, using his wand to keep them in place. He cracked his fingers and rolled his shoulders, “Right. Whatever. He’ll just have to make up this class. Mayfield you can inform him he owes me twelve inches on parchment on how effective a flying lesson is when you miss your charms class. We’re going to learn beginner’s wandless charming.”

Without missing a beat he continued the class amidst groaning and chattering. He wasn’t normally this stodgy, preferred to have fun but dammit-

Duurmstrang and Beauxbaton schools were notorious for keeping things so closed. Duurmstrang was an all boy’s school, Beauxbaton was an all girl’s school. There had been talks to make both schools co-Ed, like Hawkins- like Hogwarts before them. Music was one of Eddie’s suggestions to help the schools at least consider it, the mix of boys and girls and everyone in between meant for beautiful music, harmony that could be transferred into every day life. Wouldn’t things have been a lot better if they just opened their minds, their hearts to an alternate form of education?

This was important, and people were trying to railroad him. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t fault Lucas- the boy just wanted acceptance as did they all. He could fault Coach Harrington though, the man had the yearly schedule same as the rest of the faculty, he knew the dates and where everyone would be. Seemed to Eddie that the man was too chickenshit or too arrogant about his place that other’s schedules didn’t seem to matter.

It was only later, after all of Professor Munson’s classes have ended that he was visited by the very last person he wanted to see.

As he charmed the books to float back to their spaces on the bookshelf, the quills to flutter back into their pot on his desk, and the chalkboard to erase itself- he heard the steady tread of Coach Harrington’s sneakers squeaking on his spelled floor.

No one was going to get the drop on Munson any longer.

He heaved a great sigh as soon as the man rounded the corner, the smell of his alluring cologne wafted under his nose and the pissy bitch face he held on full display.

“Twelve inches, Munson. Seriously?”

“I’m sorry, you’re going to have to specify as to what you are referring to,” he shot over his shoulder with an impish grin, “I get confused when inches are involved.”

Went straight over his perfectly coiffed hair. How it stayed artfully messy after being in the air all day was a mystery that Eddie was leery of solving.

“What are you babbling about? I’m talking about Sinclair’s wrongful homework. He had a note, he doesn’t need to be punished for-”

“You made him miss my class,” Eddie leaned over his desk, splaying his fingers wide and balancing on their tips, “for a game.”

Why the oaf was gazing at his hands instead of gracing him with privilege of looking Eddie in the eye as he spoke he would never know, “for more than just a game-”

“Eyes up here, Harrington.”

He honestly enjoyed the baffled sputter a little too much but the man recovered quickly, “Look I get you’re pissed but maybe you could direct all this bitchiness to either the headmaster or your partner instead of at me.”

“I don’t have a partner and even if I did? He’d probably know that I and the choir have been working so hard since the start of the year to perform for the other schools to open up the idea of blended alumni. And that includes Lucas.” Eddie straightened, fire in his eyes at the boiling anger he was feeling, years of being mistreated and pushed aside by the very same calibre of jock that was standing in front of him now, “But you don’t seem to care about that. All you airheads are the same, nothing matters to any of you unless its balls through holes.”

He watched as Coach Harrington’s lips pressed together, mirth danced in his eyes and were his shoulders twitching? Asshole. He seemed to think this was funny.

“And yeah, laugh it up, big boy,” Eddie rolled his eyes, throwing up his hands in pure irritation, “We have worked our asses off this whole year, everyone knows their parts- and then here you come in swinging your big ass broom-”

“My what now?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” Eddie snorted delicately, “you act like everyone will just do whatever you want and fall all over ourselves like you’re charming or something-“

“Oh that’s all you.”

What? And why was he looking at him like that, squinting his puppy dog eyes like Eddie was some kind of toy for him to chew on.

“Right and here I thought we could have an adult conversation-”

“You started cursing not me-”

“Baby when I start cursing you’ll know,” Eddie knew he made a mistake as soon as he said it judging by his sudden shift. Eddie backed up a step, his hand finding his wand tucked inside his worn, denim waistcoat, “You will not do that again, Coach Harrington. I may not be able to do anything about Sinclair missing the most important night for us, but I will not allow my student to miss a class to train for a blasted game. The next time this happens, I’m taking it up with the Headmaster. I expect his parchment by Friday, when he comes back to my class.”

“Look I get that you’re mad, but can’t take it out on a student-”

“No see,” Eddie shook his head, lips thinned in anger, “that’s where you’re wrong. Lucas Sinclair has a voice- weaves beautifully with Mayfield’s- and he could have used it to tell you, ‘this will have to wait until after class’. Yet he didn’t.”

Eddie stared the other man down, he did so enjoy the look of fear and awe on the other’s man’s face. “You both chose a game over something that was important for the future of two other schools, for other students to be nearer to their families in a blended school, but he chose a flying lesson over his enrolled class. Be glad I haven’t given him detention or thrown him out of my class to take again next semester. His home work still stands. You’re dismissed.”

Steve held his hands up, helpless kicked puppy look and Eddie hated the twinge of guilt that he put that look there. Coach Harrington knew what he was doing, thought he could waltz right in and try to win Eddie over with his dazzling smile and his cute jeans-

Stop it. Absolutely not. He even shook his head for emphasis. Dared to watch the back of those cute jeans as they turned to leave his classroom, only to turn ever so slightly at the doorframe-

“Look I know I messed up here, like a lot,” and dear god not only was Eddie treated to the most perfect of rear silhouettes, but now he knew exactly which way Coach Harrington dressed. Nice. “Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”

Oh he wasn’t playing fair. Eddie may be a professor, did a lot of schooling- but to be fairly honest he squeaked the hell by; he honestly wasn’t sure if the coach was fucking with him or not.

Eddie considered his offer, hind brain supplying him with every single thing Coach Harrington could do to unruffled Eddie’s feather before he firmly squashed that down. It wouldn’t do any good to court fantasies about your straight co workers anyway. But still-

“We’ll see. After Friday.”

Steve beamed at him, throwing finger guns of all things before impishly chirping, “it’s a date!”

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #eddie munson #steve x eddie #hogwarts au #ballsinholes

[whosdinkleyhenderson]

Would you us fluff prompt 17. You give me chills.” “The good kind right?” “Yes… silly the good kind.” with season 3 Steve Harrington and Hendeson!reader please?

Hi, I'm super sorry this took ages... I had a case of writer's block sadly, but hey I finally got it done :) I hope you enjoy it, I decided to use a gender netural reader. but you can change it if you like to suit your gender.

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Warnings: season 3 spoilers

Song: The Motown Song (with The Temptations) - Rod Stewart.

word count: 5863 

You sat at home, waiting. Waiting for your little brother Dustin to come home. He had been away at some camp, for smart kids, as you liked to put it. The longer you waited the more impatient you became. You had work in an hour at star court mall. The hippest book store, as Mr Baganels liked to refer to it. 

Nothing too special, the only customers being older people or some book enthusiastic’s, otherwise it was quite quiet. Funny how a quiet book store could be located in a busy - loud - mall. 

A knock at the door shattered your cloudly mind. Huffing you got up, there standing on the other side of the door, was in fact not the curly-haired teen you had been waiting for. But the ‘party’. A choir of ‘hellos’ rung through the air, raising a brow you examined each and every one of them. 

“Uh, hi?”

“We're here to see Dustin, right guys?” Max smiled, earning an excited chatter of ‘yeses’. 

“Well, I hate to break it to you… But Mr Henderson is not home. If he was i - as a matter of fact - wouldn’t be here…but I guess you can wait, saving me.” Your fake smile, not going unnoticed by the teens. 

Yes as of right now you sounded like a horrible sibling, but hey duty calls and so does money. Patting Will’s head you made your way out the door and to your car. 

“And one more thing. Don’t break anything, coz I know where you all live.” You called, before closing the door and starting the engine. 

“Well you heard them, let's trash this place…What?” Lucas’ chuckles die down the minute he came face to face with mike’s glaring stare.

“Okay, okay. Jees don’t look at me like that. You look like Nancy.” 

Sadly for Lucas that only ended up with the glare hardening. “I’ll give you ‘you look like Nancy’.”

“Here we go.” 

Rounding the corner you could see the bright sign of the star court mall and the hundreds of people entering and exiting. Pulling into your usually spot you notice a particular maroon BMW. Steve Harrington’s car was parked beside you. It’s as if fate itself was out to get you. Palms sweaty, you nervously wiped them on your bare legs, you would usually wear jeans, but it was summer and you for one did not want to be sweating. Taking a calm breath, you pulled out your perfume and sprayed a few sprits on you. Neck, wrist and just the tiniest dab under your ear. Checking your mirror, you tufted your hair a bit and reapplied your mascara. Satisfied you got out of your car and made your way inside. 

“Thank you for choosing Scoops Ahoy and enjoy your ice cream.” The smile shining bright on the lips of the blonde, disappeared the minute the old lady left the store. “Old bat,” Robin muttered, slumping down on the counter. 

It had been a long day. A very long day and Steve’s consistent failed attempts at flirting with every girl that walked into the store were not helping.  

“I can’t believe she said that. I mean, two years ago I had girls throwing themselves at me. and now! None.” 

Rolling her eyes, she drained out his voice, wishing a black hole would show up and swallow her whole. She couldn’t take it anymore, the constant words. 

“Steve!”

The boy’s lips ceased and so did his voice.

“If you don’t shut the hell up, I will rip out your glorious hair…okay?” 

Silence filled the air-conditioned shop, the only noise being that of the shoppers trailing past.

“Did you just call my hair glorious?” The guy wore a teasing smile. That was it. 

“I’m going on my break. Have fun dignus.” She muttered walking out the store. 

Blending into the crowd, Robin disappeared from Steve’s sight. Puffing out some air, Steve slumped into the counter. His eyes counted the number of people who walked past. A total of fifty-three people walked by and only thirteen decided to take a look inside before walking off. 

“This has gotta be one of the most boring days of my life-” His voice ceased at the sight in front of him. As quick as it came it went. You had rushed by the store, in an attempt to make it to your job. You had been fixing your hair whilst dodging people left, right and centre. And by God, you looked amazing. A scene out of a movie. Reality slowing down just for you, and dearly did it smack Steve. Never in high school, did you take notice of the boy - well you did, but he didn’t know that - always keeping to your own group of people. Sometimes he wondered if he chose the wrong person to give his heart to. Like what would have happened if he chose you over Nancy. Would you two still be together or would you have ended in the same catastrophe that was Steve and Nancy?

~Halloween 1984~ 

Your grip tightens on Jonathan's arm. Nails digging into soft flesh. 

“Ouch. Hey! Jees Y/n…I like my arm you know.” 

“Sorry, Johnny.” You quipped, quickly pulling your hand from his arm. 

Smiling Jonathan shook his head, “It’s alright.”  

You two had unfortunately tagged along to Tina’s Halloween party of ‘84. Your friends begged you to come, so in doing so you brought along another poor unfortunate soul. Jonathan Byers.

What, he was your best friend. Of course, you would make him come. Even if he dreaded every minute of it. If you had to suffer then so did he. 

You glanced around the rowdy house, classmates dancing, drinking or making out. This definitely was not your scene, and neither was the couple standing right next to your ear. 

“Would you buzz off? Jees, a person’s ears can only take so much.” You hissed, at the two. 

Rolling their eyes, they walked off. Noticing your glare, Jonathan piped in.

“Assholes.” 

You two - more your friends - insisted on going as the cast of Back to The Future, you two winning the honour of being Doc and Marty Mcfly. 

An iconic duo, for two of Hawkin’s outcasts. That and your whole group wanted to win the best dress of 84, so the rest of the ‘cast’ of Back to The Future, was most likely wandering around the house. 

“You know we could have spent the night watching movies, right?” Jonathan muttered, giving you a slight nudge. Man, was he right? It was an annual ritual you both would do. Ever since you both learned that the fear horror movies projected were only fake, you both vowed that the whole week until Halloween you would watch every horror movie known to humankind. 

“I know, I know. I’m kicking myself… The exorcist kicks ass way better than here.” You hissed, dreading the knowing smile sitting on his face. All week long you two had worked your way up to grow the confidence to watch such a film. The horror of knowing it was supposed to be based on a true story, frightened the hell out of you. But with Jonathan’s, kind words and the constant nagging you caved in. That was till you magical got sucked into the world of teen Halloween. 

The whines of your best friend brought you back into reality. 

“This wig is making my head itchy.”  The rustling of fake plastic hair filled your ears. 

“Jonathan! Stop that you're gonna get hair everywhere.”

The teen glanced around the house, taking note of the sticky floor beneath his feet. 

“I don’t think anyone would notice. Besides how come I had to be Doc?”

Raising a brow, you stared down at the boy. “Because orange looks good on me.” You chuckled, flipping your hair. 

Watching your every move, Nancy’s eyes hardened. How come you were bright and happy? She was the one dating Steve Harrington, yet why did she yearn for what you have? 

Jonathan. 

Her hand tightened around the plastic cup, creating a cease on the surface. She needed this thought gone, no she wanted it dead. Snapping her attention away from you two, her blue eyes locked on what she yearned for. 

The punch bowl. 

Pure Fuel. 

Sensing his girlfriend’s frustration, Steve peered over at Nancy, the harsh glare sitting on her soft features. Sighing he places a hand on her wrist. 

“Hey Nance, I think you’ve had enough to drink.” 

His words did not sit well with the brunette. Groaning she tugged her wrist out of his hand, splashing her drink all over the both of them. Shocked, the two stared at each other. Her white blouse was now red. 

Oh shit. 

Steve’s eyes widened, as the glare reappeared on Nancy’s face. 

“Look what you did, Steve!” 

Pissed the girl stormed off to the where ever, probably a bathroom, within the huge house. Sensing everyone’s stares, Steve knew the whole crowd was looking at them. 

At him. 

“Great, another notch on my name.” He mumbled, flickering his hazel eyes up. He made direct eye contact with you, for a spilt second before running off to find Nancy. 

You and Jonathan had witnessed the whole scene, as other bystanders did. Steve and Nancy were in hot water. 

You watched Steve’s form disappear amongst the crowd. Frowning your brows you turned your attention back to your friend. 

“Huh?”

“I said. You think something’s going on between them?” 

Looking back, you shrugged. If so then good for them. 

“Who knows…not our problem. Now come. Dance with me Byers.” You laugh pulling Jonathan to the dance floor. 

Steve sighed as the words left Nancy's mouth. 

Bullshit. 

Their love was complete and utter bullshit. 

Great. 

“You don’t mean that.” He held back the tears, scared she would laugh if they fell. 

Her stare blank, just like her words. 

“Bullshit…it’s all. Bullshit.” 

A stab at the boy’s heart. All he wanted was someone to love him, instead, he got ‘bullshit’, just like the rest of his life. Trying to undo all the corrupt shit he pulled on people, instead got a slap back in his face. The world was against as much as Nancy was. Throwing Billy into the mix, was not only a cruel act but also a wake-up call. Showing him what he was, what he had been. To know that when he looked into the boy’s blue eyes, he saw himself.  A reflection of what he was. Who he had been. And was it a frightening sight. The fear of becoming King Steve again, knowing all those horrid things were done by him. His hands were stained, and now he was begging for them to be cleaned. 

And if this was a way of being tested to see if he was deemed worthy, then God damn he was in for a ride. 

Fed up with Steve’s silence, Nancy pulled open the door. Bumping right into Jonathan, who caught hold of the drunk girl. Looking up he met Steve’s blank stare. 

He waited. For something, for anything. For a ‘hey dude, get your hands off my girl.’ but nothing came, Steve just looked down at his hands, utter despair swirling on his face.  

“Oh shit,” Jonathan whispers causing Nancy to groan and shoved herself against him. 

“Hey Woah. Woah, let’s get you home.” With that the two left, leaving poor Steve in the bathroom. 

Sighing you looked down at your watch, Jonathan should have been back by now. Narrowing your eyes you glance up.

“How long does it take for a guy to piss.” You breathed but paused the moment your eyes locked on a tipsy Nancy and white wig. 

Bingo. 

Your legs attempt to get to work but notice the pair make their way out the door. Stunned you stood there, that asswipe was your ride home. 

So much for that. 

“What an asshole… Ride home my ass.” You hiss stepping outside. A gentle tap on the shoulder stops you from going any further. Shifting your gaze the slightest your eyes catch red-ridden warm ones. 

“Steve.” You breath. 

He offers a small smile, hiding all the hurt behind it. 

“Did you need a ride home, Henderson?” And here right now, stood your knight and shining armour. 

You smile at his words. “That would be great.” 

~Present, 1985~

You were late. Quickly pushing through the crowds of people. Elderly, adults, children and worst of all teens. 

Ugh stupid summer holidays. Don’t these kids have anywhere else better to be than a horrid air-conditioned mall? 

Pushing open the door, finally, you had made it to work. Tiptoeing in, you quietly made your way around the counter. The last time you were late, Mr Baganels made you clean up the children’s section. Let’s just say there were some things in there that definitely did not belong in a book store. 

You shudder at the mere thought. 

“Ahh, I see we snuck in.” Your co-worker, Danny sang. Snapping your head to the back door, you shushed the boy. “Oh please, shush yourself. Besides Mr Baganels is not in today… it’s just me.” 

Like a fresh breath of air, you sighed. All your nerves dying in an instant. 

Tutting the boy jumped up on top of the counter, sitting quite comfortably too. 

“I do have, something, rather interesting to tell you.” 

All ears you raised a distinct brow. “What?”

Smirking Danny turned away and began toying with you. 

“Un second thought, maybe it’s not that important… Yeah. Don’t worry.” 

Of course, he would pull this stunt, every time he had something to tell you, he would always find a way to pull your leg. You never knew why maybe for the suspense. Or just plain old cruelty. 

“Well, that’s just too bad because Nelson, came by yesterday looking for you. But I guess what he said, isn’t important either.” You tutted, picking your nails. 

Snapping his head toward you the boy stuck his face into your peripheral vision. 

“What?” 

“Can I help you?” glancing up, you held a blank stare. 

Jumping over the counter, Danny came face to face with you. 

“Hun, you better tell me what that boy said.”

Placing a hand on his chest you pushed him the slightest bit back. “Now why would I want to do that, Danny Boy?” 

You knew about Danny’s crush on Nelson the retail manager at Macy’s. Yes, there was a Macy’s at Start court mall. From the day he laid eyes on the tall man, you knew Danny was head over heels for him, well either that or he was a horny guy. But you knew he wasn’t. 

“Y/n, you know how much I like him… If I was a puppy! I would piss on the floor because of the excitement.” 

“Eww. Gross. That was way too much information.”

Rolling his eyes, the boy shushed you. “Oh hush, besides. I don’t know if he swings for my team… I mean if he didn’t all I would need is some whipped-” 

“Woah, Woah slow down. I don’t want to have that image in my head, thank you very much… And besides, he does…pretty obvious if you ask me.” 

You saw the boy’s green eyes brighten.  

“Well what did he say.”

Smiling you opened your mouth but was silenced by the sound of the shop door’s bell. 

“Oh for Christ's sake! A man is trying to find out,” Danny’s voice ceased, at an awkward Robin standing in the doorway. “Oh hey, Rob. What’s kicking, sweetie?” Danny waved. 

“Steve is such an idiot. I swear. This is the only place where I find solitude.”

Turning his head to you, Danny wore a menacing smirk. 

Grabbing a tight hold of his dress shirt you mouthed ‘no’ to him. Smacking your hand away, Danny patted the counter. 

“Come darling, tell us your troubles.”

Following suit, Robin sat on top of the counter. 

“He’s such an idiot. I mean he flirts with every girl that comes into the store, it’s so annoying and torturing. I don’t understand why he does that, I told him to come over here already. But no dignus is a…well…a dignus not too.” 

You shot your eyes to the boy next to you, who just smiled. 

That bastard. 

You gripped his shirt again. 

“I mean, I don’t know why he hasn’t grown a pair yet. I mean, he likes you and you like him.” 

You tighten your hold, causing the green-eyed boy to yelp at the harsh grip.

Robin turned and looked you dead in eye. “Y/n. You know Steve likes you. Like likes you, likes you.”

You shook your head. Where the hell was this coming from, was she on drugs? 

You tightened your grip even harder on Danny. 

“Ow, ow. Okay! ALRIGHT! Let go of me. I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you.” 

You let go of the boy’s arm. 

Quickly grabbing his own arm, Danny began rubbing it. 

“Steve came in yesterday. Horrible stuttering. By the way. Like I mean to the point where I thought he said he wanted ‘chicken soup’... anyway, he came in asking if you were working… I told him you weren’t, he looked a little hurt. If I’m going, to be honest.” 

And there it was, his confession. Steve came in wanting to talk to you. 

Holy Shit. 

But why?

You two hadn’t spoken after the events of last year. He and Dustin had become close. Forgetting about you, just like Jonathan did. He had Nancy and Steve had Dustin. Well, Steve used to have everybody at his beacon and call. Especially Tommy, the basketball team and the whole population of Hawkin’s high female students. It sometimes made you wonder if that’s how he got his hair so big. You two did grow close after the events of  Tina’s Halloween party. Bonding over the disapproval of Billy Hargrove and the Dart situation. You weren’t too sure if it was how he along with your brother that topped it off or how he attempted to protect you and the kids from Billy's antics. Or maybe it was the night you all were ‘camping’ out on the bus. Well whatever it was, Cupid pointed that God-forsaken arrow at your ass and hit its target. 

“Yo, Y/n. Hello, yep it’s no use we lost them.” 

Your eyes flickered at Danny’s hand. That and also him clapping in your face might have been the reason too. Both him and Robin were staring at you, disbelief fanning their features. 

“Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Go GET LOVER BOY.” 

Without another word, you ran out from behind the counter and paused. 

“But what about Mr Baganels?”

Sighing they both yelled at you to go. 

So you took off down the mall, weaving your way through people once again. Slipping, sliding, pushing. And the use of "excuse me's" too. You had finally come to the front door of Scoops Ahoy, hand hovering over the door handle. For some strange reason, it felt as if you froze in that split moment. Pondering, what if this was a wrong idea? But you needed to know. You needed to know now. You needed to hear it from him, his words, his true feelings. Even if you two hadn’t spoken in a while.  

You needed to know. 

It was now or never.

So that’s what you did, you gathered up all the courage you had and pushed that damn door open. 

The soft hum of Rod Stewart’s The Motown Song was playing on the speakers. One of your favourite songs, it had always brought a smile to your face, which it was doing now. It had been like it was planned. All this, from the perfect song, the perfect boy and the scene. Right of a Jonh Huges’ film. 

Steve had been in deep thought tapping his finger to the beat of the song. God knows where his mind was, but dear Jesus did he look like a beautiful scene? Soft brown locks, pink plump lips, cute little frown resting upon his brows. He hadn’t even noticed you come in. That was until you stood right in front of him with an adoring smile on your lips. 

Gobsmacked Steve, and stared at the sight in front of him. 

An angel, the person of his dreams. 

You. 

“Hi Steve.” 

Shaking the feeling off, the boy smiled. “Hey… hey Y/n.” 

You two stood there in awkward silence, but you both held each other's gaze. Unknowing to himself, Steve let the words fall right out of his lips. 

“You give me chills.” Eyes widening the boy clammed his mouth shut. 

You frowned, was that a good thing? Sensing his embarrassment you let out a sweet chuckle, offering his nerves to relax. “The good kind right?” 

With a beautiful smile, Steve gently took a hold of your hand and tugged you behind the counter.  

Now standing face to face with each other, it brought you both back to 1984, the night of the bus stake out. 

~1984~

Your brother - Dustin - somehow manage to talk you into coming. Well forced. From the moment you laid eyes on your mother’s poor mauled cat Mews, you knew there was no turning back from this. That and also someone had to babysit the kids and you sure as hell knew Nancy nor Jonathan were going to take the responsibility. But to your surprise when you came outside to see who Dustin had been talking to, you had not been expecting the former King of Hawkin’s High to be standing outside your basement doors. The two had been arguing - a scene right of Abbott and Castello - when you rounded the corner, their voice became hushed the moment they caught sight of you. There they stood, acting as if they weren’t just about to bite each other’s heads off. Raising a brow at the sight of Steve, you knew right then and there something was up. That and also, Steve only came by your house to take you to school. So seeing him with your brother was enough to spark interest in your mind. 

After spending what had felt like an hour of Dustin explaining and Steve’s constant interruptions you three had ended up at an old abandoned junkyard, with the company of, Lucas and Max. 

Which brings you, too now. Sitting in an old school bus, feet hanging out over the top of seats in front of you. Yep, this is how you wanted to spend your night. Fighting a slug monster that only your brother, Lucas and Steve had seen. 

“You have got to be kidding me.” You for the sixth time in the span of five minutes looked down at your mickey mouse themed watch. Ugh, when was this going to end? You wanted to be home in your PJs, snuggled up watching some crappy movie that was on TV with your mother. But no, you were forced to sit in a bus with your crush and three kids, waiting for this “Dart” character to pop up so they could bash the shit out of it. 

“Y/n?” 

You sigh loudly before gazing up. There standing in front of you was your knight in shining armour, Steve Harrington. Hiding the blush forming along your cheeks, you hummed in response and moved your feet out of the way. Taking the seat next to you, you and Steve sat in silence. That was till he shifted to face you. 

“I take it as this wasn’t how you were going to spend your night?”

Boy was he right, he had always been right.  

It’s like he changed, for the better. How much you yearned he would just one day ask you out on a date, or at least something. He had nothing to lose, maybe Nancy. But she was already occupied with a certain Byers boy. 

“Wow, am I that transparent?” You laugh, trailing your eyes out the window. The night was full of beautiful stars. Missing the smile forming on the boy's features. 

“I wouldn’t say transparent. I would say…perfect…” His voice became hushed as he finished his proclamation. 

It was such a shame, two young lovers so oblivious to each other's feelings. Anyone could see it, could feel it. 

This heavy attraction. 

Yet how come you two couldn’t? Was it the fear of being rejected? Was it the fear of falling into the despair that was teenage love? Puppy love or a crush. The fear of becoming important in each other's lives? Your families not liking either one of you? 

You knew your mother would adore Steve, I mean she already did when she would see the smile on your face every time you would see him or bring up his name. How your eyes would wander away, how your eyelashes would flutter, and the biggest beautiful smile appear on your face. That boy had caused this sight. Yet you would wonder if you did the same to him. 

Every time Steve would watch you leave his car, an adoring smile would rest upon his perfect lips. Especially when you would ring him at home. His heart skipped a beat every time the phone would go off. Even his mother once in a while, would catch him with a smile on his face when you two would be on the phone. She knew something was up, wanting to ask her son what put him in such a good mood. But she knew better. Did she though? Steve would often wonder what it would like to have such a relationship with his mother as you did with yours. 

To open up, not to worry about not being this depiction of a perfect son. But to be himself. And he could do that, with you. However, there had always been a voice in the back of both of your wondrous minds. 

The fear. 

Once again the fear. It would often occur when the two of you would be alone or looking at each other like you were now. The hiss of society, throwing these conspiring theories, that there was a chance that it wouldn’t last for you two. But at the end of the day, who were they to decide your future? 

Your love. 

The person you would fall head over heels for. 

This indeed was no dystopian fairy tale. 

You smiled at the boy’s words, Steve usually would mumble that last bit of any sentence. You never truly knew why, maybe he thought you lost interest in his queries. Little did he know you actually enjoyed hearing what would often wander through his mind. Some theories being a little over the edge but others would put you both in a state of mind. 

Peering away from the night sky you found your eyes back on the boy next to you, who was currently twiddling his thumbs as he kept his eyes cast down. Smiling at the scene, you grabbed a hold of his larger hand and held it up, before grasping his other and doing the same. 

This caught his attention. Shooting his eyes up Steve met your smile. A beautiful smile, the one where a person’s eyes would sparkle. 

A genuine one.  

A love-stricken one. 

“Why do you mumble? I can’t hear a damn thing you say… at times I wonder if I’m missing out on you confessing your undying love for me.” You laugh, eyes twinkling.  

The boy blushed at your last statement if only you knew. Chuckling along, Steve peered at your entwined hands, he liked this. 

No, he loved this.  

Loved holding onto you, feeling you. 

Oh if only. 

“Huh, don’t worry Y/n. You don’t need to worry about me confessing anything…nothing at all.” 

If you had to say the truth, you weren’t expecting those words to leave his lips. Honestly, you would have expected the confession of his undying love for you. 

But before you could say anything, crashing noises could be heard from outside. 

“Ahh, Steve. Dart’s here.” 

With that Steve left your side and made his way to the other side of the bus. 

You didn’t know what happened but the next thing you knew the love of your life had been placed as bait for those damn slug-like monsters. The kids shouting commands at the guy. Fed up you pushed past them all and opened the door. 

“No, Y/n. Get back in here. Y/n! PLEASE?!” You shooed off your brother’s protests. 

Steve was surrounded and now were you. You knew what you were doing was stupid, but someone had to be out there with him. What if the idiot got hurt?

“Y/n.” He hissed, eyeing each and every demigoron. 

“What Steve!? I’m not going to let you get hurt.” 

Everything went quiet, too quiet. It was like they had all disappeared. But how?

“STEVE! Y/N! RUN!” Raising a brow you turn back to see what the kids were pointing at the shits had moved. 

Shit.

“Steve.” You mumble, as the boy quickly grabs your arm and begins running toward the bus. Your feet picked up the pace, and before you knew you both made it. As the doors closed you collapsed on top of Steve. Earning a groan, from the poor guy. It was cute though, he held onto you in order to give you some support as you fell on him. Faces practically inches from each other, it would have been the perfect romance scene if you two were under different circumstances. Eyes meeting each other, you both held your stares, anyone could practically feel it. It heated up the whole room, that was until Dustin decided to insert his fifty cents worth in. 

“Now! Are you going to play superhero again?” 

You glared up at your little brother, smartass. 

Ooo if you two were at home. He was a lucky boy at this moment, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t get him back. 

Pushing yourself off of Steve, you made your way further down the bus. Not wanting to be spoken to.  

You five needed a plan, a plan right now because there was no way in hell that a spiked bat would save you all from three slug dogs. 

A thud on top of the roof, just confirmed your lack of safety in this bus. Grabbing the kids you formed a barrier around them. 

Now what. 

“What the hell are we going to do now?” Lucas yelled as Steve readied his bat. As it came it went. You lot watched the demidogs cease their movements, screeching as they ran off in the direction they supposedly came in. Slumping back you all let out a sigh of relief. 

“Where do you think they’re going?” Max spoke up. 

Focusing back out the window, Steve shrugged his shoulders and he made his way toward you. Whilst Dustin and Lucas kept their focus on the sight outside before answering the young redhead.  

“Hawkin’s Lab.” 

You frowned your brows at this. What the hell was Hawkin’s Lab?

“Next time we get into a situation like this, please don’t throw yourself like a piece of bait.” Steve’s words hummed in your ears. Shaking your head in the slightest you peered out the window. 

“Trust me. I won’t be tagging along next time.” 

You lot finally made it to the entry of - what you assumed was - Hawkin’s Lab. 

“Listen Y/n. I didn’t mean to be an ass, back at the junkyard… I was just.” You held up your hand and smiled. 

“It’s fine Steve. Like I said, there won’t be a next time…Okay?” 

The boy nodded his head along with your words, not precisely happy with them, but he knew this was a lot to take in. Taking a hold of your hand, Steve pulled you his way. Ceasing as you two were now chest to chest. Well more like face to chest. You two locked eyes the only noise being each other’s shallow breathing. 

Was this it? 

Was this where you two would finally confess your undying love for each other? 

Leaning down, Steve's lips hovered above your ear. 

Damn tease. 

His light breath fanning your neck and cheek. 

“...once this is all out of the way. How about we go to the movies next Friday, and go see that movie you've been dying to see, ya know… umm…”

Laughing at his attempts to be sultry, you waved him off. 

What a loveable dignus. 

“If you’re referring to, Beverly Hills Cop. Then yes, I would love that. Steve.”

You watched the smile form on his face. 

Watching from afar, Dustin shook his head.

“Idiots.” 

~Present, 1985~ 

Little did you know, that night never came. You weren’t too sure if it had something to do with Steve seeing Nancy and Jonathan walking out together, but you knew deep what it was. 

After that night, Steve kept his distance from everyone, especially you. Ignoring your phone calls, the only time he came by was to help Dustin prepare for the Snowball Dance.

And yet here you two stood, in Scoops Ahoy, confessing your much-needed love for each other.  

“Yes… silly the good kind.” 

You smiled at his words, but frowned, so suddenly your emotions changed.

“You know, we never got to go see Beverly Hills Cop… you not talking to me…it honestly tore me apart ya know.” Your confession broke Steve. He swore he didn’t mean to hurt you, he in fact was having a mental fight with himself. Trying to figure out what it was that he wanted, why seeing Nancy hurt him, so badly. 

“I know. And… I’m sorry Y/n. If there s anything I could do to take away that pain and make it up to you…I swear to God I would.” 

Waiting for a response, Steve searched for any signs of hurt and frustration. But only saw adoration flowing through your irises. 

“Kiss me. Steve, kiss-” Without any further say, his lips were on yours in seconds. 

The compassion, you two were yearning for was finally coming together. 

Coming true. 

And good luck to the person who would dare try to ruin this beautiful moment of longing love. 

Grabbing his sailor suit collar, you pulled him in closer, fearing he would slip away at any moment and you would wake from this dream. But no the warmth of his large hands wrapped around your waist. Was the sign of reality you needed. Looping his fingers through the belt holes in your jeans, he pulled you closer. 

Closer than what you’d done. 

“Hey, are you two going to come up for air or what? Is this what happens when a guy goes away to camp for three months?” 

Moving a hand away your hand made it's in front of Dustin’s face and flipped the bird at him. 

“Assholes.” He mumbled. 

They wish us luck, but they think we’re just dreaming. 

Let’s prove ‘em wrong baby. 

Cause you know what luck is? 

Luck is believing you're lucky. 

And luck is what you both had, yes it took time. But boy sometimes the good and beautiful things in life are worth the wait. And that is what makes it special. 

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On My List

1  - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist

Author’s Note:

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, musical theater (yes, that gets it's own warning), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, let me know if I missed anything?

Suddenly, Seymour

By the time their 4th kiss rolls around, Steve is starting to think that maybe he hallucinated the whole fucking thing. Eddie hasn’t made a single move or mentioned any of the kisses at all to Steve since NYE. Even Robin had gone from “Oh my god, he’s totally into you” to “well, you know how Eddie is. He loves to cause chaos.”  Eddie and Steve still see each other regularly, usually at least once a week on their own volition and a couple times in between while driving around the children. And in the almost month that had past, not once has Eddie even hinted at anything happening between them.

So, Steve did what he did best and pushed it all down and focused on anything else other than the metal head. This focus included helping Dustin audition for the school musical, Little Shop of Horrors.  Steve didn’t know much about acting and his singing knowledge was limited to what he learned as a kid in church choir, but he was very good at critiquing Dustin. Steve even watched the movie with Rick Moranis and everything so he knew what was going on in the musical and how it should feel (and totally not because he thought Steve Martin looked kinda hot in the leather jacket with the motorcycle even if he was a piece of shit).

Dustin was auditioning for the lead, Seymour. Part of the audition was having to do a duet with someone auditioning for Audrey, and kissing her at the end of the song. Dustin was really good at every other thing he had to do for this role, but the idea of kissing someone random on stage in front of the whole town was really freaking him out. (Sure, cannibalism and murder was fine, but god forbid there was PDA). Of course, Steve became his personal director for this particular issue, as the ex-ladies man was very familiar with kissing practical strangers in public.

“Listen, you just gotta think about Suzie,” he advised.

“You want me to think about my girlfriend while kissing another girl?” Dustin questioned, looking at Steve like he has 5 heads.

“No that’s not what I-“, Steve started. He sat down on the couch next to the now Sophomore. “Look. This whole song is about realizing you’re in love, right? It’s about finally getting the girl. It’s about finally realizing that the person who’s been by your side this whole time, who’s had your back since day one, who’s never hurt you is the love of your life. And you’re finally ready to see that, to admit it,” Steve explains. “Not only are you falling in love with your best friend, but you have this feeling of-of hope. There’s a weight off your shoulders and everything just might work out in your favor. And that’s how you feel about Suzie, right? Like it’s all gonna be okay when you look at her?” Dustin nods in response and Steve continues. “So you gotta take all that- all that love and light and- and hope and put it into this song, and the kiss. It’s not about kissing someone on stage, it’s about making the audience feel that joy that your character is feeling.”

“Wow, Harrington. I didn’t know you were such a fuckin’ sap.” Eddie’s voice rings out from the doorframe of Dustin’s bedroom, scaring the ever living shit out of the other two boys. “Jesus Christ, Eddie, you can’t just sneak up on people like that,” Dustin scolds.

Eddie puts his hands up in defense “Sorry, sorry. Stevie was on a roll, there. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Yeah, he was. I just still don’t get how I’m supposed to kiss someone that I’m not into without it being weird or at least looking weird, ya know?” It’s Eddie’s turn to offer some advice, now.

“Oh, Dustybun, it’s way easier than it sounds. Isn’t that the whole point of acting? You do it every week at Hellfire, this is just like that. You’re woo-ing the fair maiden to get access to the castle and it’s armory. Except, instead of rolling a D20 and convincing me, it’s an audience that actually wants you to win.”

And Dustin thinks about that for a minute, because yeah he does have to “act” in Hellfire every week and there have been a few times where his character has had to flirt his way out of some sticky situations. But he still has his reservations. “If it’s so easy, why don’t you guys do it?” He says to his mentors,  not wanting to admit they were right so easily.

“Fine,” Steve almost snaps before Eddie has the chance to make some sarcastic come back. The metal head looks over at Steve, a little wide-eyed, but before he can protest, Steve is talking again. “I’m no singer, but I’ll do my best. You know the song?” He asks Eddie. 

“Uh, yeah kind of,” he croaks out, too caught off guard to really say anything else.

“Alright. We’ll start with the last chorus. You okay taking Audrey?” Eddie nods his head as Steve hands him a lyric sheet, still a little stunned at everything that’s happening. Man, he just came to pick up some Hellfire notes Dustin had for him. And now here he was, standing in Dustin’s bedroom, singing a fucking love song with Steve Harrington. Shit, he wasn’t even a soprano, he can’t hit these notes! Eddie clears his throat and starts singing, albeit taking it down an octave. Steve is right there with him, singing the back up vocals with surprising emotion. Holy shit, Harrington can sing. Holy shit, can Harrington act? There’s no time to really dwell on the revelation right now, because Eddie realizes he should probably be acting too. Only he doesn’t really have to act like he loves Steve because he does, oh god, he does. Has been since he watched that idiot jump into a lake that was also an inter-dimensional portal with zero hesitation.

So they’re singing to each other, standing face to face but far enough apart that it’s not, like, weird or anything. And then it is weird, it’s so so weird because they’re on the last bit of the song and Steve has moved in closer to Eddie and is looking at him like he did right after Eddie kissed him on New Years. By the third “sweet understanding”, Steve grabs both of Eddie’s hands and steps in really close now, so much that they’re singing the last line directly to each other, staring each other in the eyes. And when that last note wraps up, where there should be some orchestral music and applause from an auditorium filled with people, Steve moves his hands to around Eddie’s waist and kisses him like they do in all those sappy movies. Steve’s hand are everywhere and Eddie feels like he’s being completely held together by the younger man, like every piece of him will shatter the second he lets go. And they kiss, chaste and unmoving, waiting for the fake applause to die down and the stage lights to fade to black so the next scene can start. But they break apart and Steve turns to Dustin and raises his eyebrows looking for approval, like he didn’t just melt the metal heads brain.

“Woah.” Dustin is kind of flabbergasted by the display he just saw. “Why didn’t you guys do the plays in school? That was super convincing. Like, so good.”

Steve smiles, all teeth, beaming and proud. “Yeah, well, we were busy. With sports. And, uh,” he gestures vaguely to Eddie, “and drugs.” Eddie has regained enough brain function at this point to shrug in agreement with the last statement, but he’s wondering if Steve’s really that good of an actor or if there’s something else there. No, probably just wishful thinking. But as Dustin gets up to find the papers Eddie came for and Steve offers them both a rushed goodbye as he realizes he’s late for his shift, Eddie can’t help but remember that this is the fourth time Steve’s mouth has been on his. 

A/N:

Idk shit about fuck about D&D. I've been trying to get someone to teach me or let me join them or anything and I simply cannot. If I am using the wrong die for this hypothetical situation in my fictional non-canon story about fictional people in a fantasy horror show, I'm sorry. This isn't Um, Actually, okay? I'm just guessing.

I also know nothing about the licensing process for school musicals, but the Little Shop movie came out in ‘86 and I love the idea of a fanatic drama teacher making it the musical. And Dustin would love it because it’s about a giant plant who eats people because it’s an alien. I also haven’t seen the full musical (not the movie, they’re different) since I was like 7 so please pardon me if they don’t actually kiss during Suddenly, Seymour. 

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Secret Relationship Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :) 

Stranger Things

So Much Better When We're Scared Together by HardlyHalcyon (HalcyonFrost) - Rated M

Steve Harrington was a self-absorbed, vapid asshole. So why the hell was Robin still obsessed with watching him when there was nothing interesting about him?

Right?

Or: if Steve and Eddie had become friends (and other things) before season three, and Robin watches through her own lens of hating the former jock while recognizing something changed and familiar about him.

Or the ultimate summary: S3 from Robin's POV, including Steddie.

Eddie/Hotdude Official Megathread! by MixAddams - Rated T

The general public spent 30 years thinking nothing of Steve’s presence in pictures beyond him being ‘that one hot dude in the background’ because whatever, he was just another part of Corroded Coffin’s entourage.

Imagine the scramble on the band’s subreddit to reexamine every picture he’s ever been in when, the day gay marriage gets legalised in Indiana, Eddie posts a picture on Instagram of the two of them with the caption “Finally. We’ve been engaged since 1989.”

Babygirl and Sunshine by made_of_tea - Rated T

He squatted next to the bush, giving Eddie a good view of his thighs. "Anyway, why are you in a bush?"

"Henderson thinks you have a girlfriend, and we're all spying to see if you meet up with her during your morning jog," Eddie explained.

~~~

The Party thinks Steve has a girlfriend. Little do they know, the "girlfriend" is actually a boy. And that boy is Eddie Munson.

How Do I Get You Alone? by eerielake - Rated T

Dustin rolls his eyes and pushes off of the counter. "Your shift's almost over, right? Wanna hang out?"

Steve scoops up the fallen movies. "I would, but I've got plans. Me and Eddie are meeting up at the diner."

"Oh, that's cool. I'll just come with you."

Steve pauses his work and looks over his shoulder at Dustin. He's got a pinched look on his face, like he's thinking something over. Dustin knows that can be a real struggle for him.

"Uh... I don't... I don't know if that's a good idea."

5 times Dustin accidentally crashes a steddie date (+ 1 time Steve crashes a Hellfire Club meeting)

Brooklyn-Nine-Nine

heart emojis by Xmarksthespot - Rated G

Jake confesses his feelings for Amy back at Tactical Village, metaphorically pushing Teddy aside and winning the heart of Amy Santiago. The choirs cheer and the angels sing. The precinct, however, doesn’t know a damn thing because of course Jake and Amy would make a bet to see who could date each other in secret the longest.

Somehow, the more people join the bet, the more Jake and Amy fall in love.

Supernatural

The Novak Hickey Mystery by FagurFiskur - Rated G

Gossiping is a powerful urge. University students are by no means exempt from it, despite ostensibly being intelligent adults. So when one sunny Monday morning, Professor Novak shows up to class with a visible hickey on the side of his neck, the rumor mill goes spinning out of control. 

Hospital Gossip by AshwinMeird - Rated G

Jess is a nurse at a hospital full of her fellow nurses gossiping endlessly, she never really pays it much attention though.   That is, until the news reaches her that Dr. Novak has a new boyfriend that nobody can seem to identify.  Then on her last shift before Christmas she accidentally finds out exactly who it is.

And, well, she was not expecting that.

Entertainment and Escape Attempts by AshwinMeird - Rated T

Jo attends the yearly (chaotic) Winchester Christmas Dinner every year, for one reason: Dean's been trying to get his family to finally let him live his own life for as many years and Jo finds it infinitely hilarious.

This year Dean said he would finally achieve his goal, but he wouldn't tell anyone how.

Haikyuu!!

The Mystery of Ushijima Wakatoshi’s Chocolate-Making, Paris-Living Boyfriend by crookedsilence - Rated T

Ushijima having a boyfriend who lives in Paris and makes chocolates isn’t impossible.

But it is a little unbelievable.

Or, five times someone asked about Ushijima’s love life, and one time no one needed to.

Teen Wolf

Living On A Wire by oriolevent - Rated M

What the hell is Stiles supposed to do now that his band's been broken up and Scott's gone solo? Get tangled up with the Hales, of course.

James Bond

Rings by traveler0145 - Rated G

Q and Bond have been married for ages. MI6 has, despite being a organisation of spies, not quite caught on, but they ship it, so there's that.

Lockdown Lovers by notoneforreality - Rated T

Lockdown meetings give an insight into colleagues homes and private lives.

No one was expecting what they spotted in Q's flat.

Final Fantasy XV

im king of the night (wearin’ your shirt) by dreamtowns - Rated G

In Noctis’ defense, it’s not like he meant to keep it a secret that he was married. It’s just that no one bothered to ask. Except for Luna—because unlike his other coworkers, Luna wasn’t an asshole. And Luna wasn’t even a coworker. 

order up! by dreamtowns - Rated G

“Get out of my food truck,” says Noctis. He flips another patty while Ignis recovers his bearings.

“Your Highness,” Ignis begins, and wow, Prompto’s gotta give him props for being so calm in the face of Noctis’ unfurling rage. “Please, I would only like—.”

Noctis points the grease-stained spatula at Ignis, and honestly shouldn’t look as threatening as he does in an apron that says kisses for the missus. It was on sale at a thrift store, and he lost the rock-paper-scissors game for the apron that said kisses for the mister. Prompto wears that one proudly.

“Get the fuck out of my food truck,” Noctis repeats. He looks ready to brain Ignis with the uncut potatoes on the counter.

In other words: that fic where noctis and prompto run away from their responsibilities and become the proud owners of a seafood food truck.

#secret relationship #stranger things fic recs #supernatural fic rec #haikyuu fic rec #teen wolf fic recs #james bond #final fantasy xv #b99 #supernatural #teen wolf stiles

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[entertainment]

Entertainment Spotlight: Perfect with Garrett Wareing

Garrett Wareing, star of the new Sci-Fi film, Perfect, is a name that you’re going to see more and more of. One year after moving to Los Angeles from his hometown of College Station, Texas, Garrett found himself opposite Oscar winners Dustin Hoffman and Kathy Bates in the coming-of-age film Boychoir, and he starred in Independance Day: Resurgence soon after. You can also find him in Pretty Little Liars: The Perfectionists. Garrett took some time out of his packed schedule to talk Perfect, his past roles, and food fights. 

What do you hope that viewers take away from Perfect?

Perfect is a very subjective film to take in. Everyone gets something different out of their experience watching the movie. Something that I think is a cool message to get out of it though is the fact that no one is perfect, and to try and change that is dangerous. Also it toys with the idea of inner beauty versus outward beauty and the subliminal messages there are important. Be you. True you. And that is your perfection.

You wake up one day at the clinic from Perfect. What do you do?

I’d go along with it haha. There’s no real way to escape this seemingly desolate world. Maybe The Clinic acts as a sort of purgatory and you’re forced to go through with the treatments. But be sure to follow the instructions exactly as they are written…

How do you define perfection?

Is perfection real? Is perfection something you can even define? I can get all philosophical but I think bottom line perfection doesn’t exist. So to try and define perfection? I think it’s to be your true authentic self, to evolve or to be true in your work as an artist or as a person. And your best is your perfect. That’s all we can hope for.

How does this role compare to roles that you’ve played in the past?

Going from a cherubic choir boy in Boychoir, to hunting aliens in Independence Day: Resurgence, to Perfect, and now Pretty Little Liars: The Perfectionists, the role of Vessel 13 was unlike anything I’ve ever tackled. And I’m so happy because of it. I look for work that challenges me and inspires me as an artist, and this film did just that. The team of creative powerhouses behind Perfect were nothing short of dreams to work with and I’m honored to have been able to lead alongside my fellow cast and crew. This role definitely challenged me - I lost 30 pounds for the character, shot underwater, wore extensive prosthetic makeup, shaved my head - it was wild. And I had a blast. A huge thanks to the amazing crews around the world for making this all possible.

What would you say to the character that you play in Perfect given the chance to speak with him?

Bruh - what are you doing? Take a chill pill and stop killing people.

Are you a super fan of anything?

Star Wars. Easy. Marvel. Done. I mean I’m easily a Star Wars super fan and can talk for hours on end about the different Marvel comic universes and heroes. But this all stems from my love and adoration of stories, more specifically, movies. I’ve always been such a movie fan. That’s my love language. Talk with me about movies and we’re good to go. For as long as I can remember. I mean, the reason I wanted to get into acting originally because I saw the first X-Men and wanted to join their world.

Perfect takes place in a futuristic world – what elements of it do you wish existed in the present? Which elements do you hope never exist?

There isn’t enough teleportation in today’s world. Like where is that?? I get the science behind it is probably hard but let’s get some teleportation going on here. That’d be fun. I think the literal transformative futuristic powers that the world of Perfect possesses are pretty scary and I hope never exist though. Possibilities are endless.

Do you have a favorite line from Perfect?

During a part of the narration my mother in the movie, Abbie Cornish, says “Is perfection something this world needs?” And she answers her question with “No. Perfection is horrible,” as the image begins to distort. I’ve always love that line. But honestly, there’s a part towards the end when the radio is speaking and being warped and it goes “mixin’ herbs between our toes.” Always liked that one ;).

9. What do you do in your free time?

I actually like to paint! I use mannequins as my canvas and cover their bodies in weird, trippy art. Actually starting dance class which has been a fun new challenge. I like to travel, play video games, and just like sit. Life gets so crazy it’s nice to be able to just sit sometimes. Took that for granted for the longest time.

You can only use one food in a food fight, which food do you pick?

Mashed potatoes + spoon catapult = unstoppable

Thanks for chatting with us, Garrett! Perfect is available on Breaker.io in the US, Canada, and Hong Kong today! Watch it for free with the code PERFECT! 

#entertainment spotlight #spotlight #perfect #garrett wareing

[soulwillower]

okay so i have a story. there was a boy in my seventh grade choir class, lets call him ✨dustin✨. dustin and this other boy would always get into little arguments and it happened so much to the point where the choir teacher kicked out dustin for "interrupting the class." although everyone knew that it was the other boy that started it since he would pick on dustin for having some type of disability. so for the rest of the year dustin wasn't in choir. anyways after school ended...

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#anon #tw death

[strangest-loser]

How to date a teacher. Scott Clarke X Teacher! Reader

This was cute and my man Scott doesn't get nearly enough love

Also I'm sorry its late, school is hard.

Warnings: none it's just sweet.

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Living in Hawkins was very different than living in New York City, this was something that Y/N Y/L/N was constantly reminded of everyday. But, she wanted to be a teacher and after deciding to move to Hawkins to be closer to her elderly mother after her father's passing, she decided a small town school might not be the worst place to do that.

She loved her school. Hawkins Middle was by no means a perfect school, but it held many gifted students for the multitude of subjects she taught. She remembers teaching Nancy Wheeler and her gift for writing in her 8th grade English class, Johnathan Byers in the photography club she headed and his brother Will in her art class. Dustin Henderson was her secret weapon in choir class and Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield were amazing at shop class, crafty with tools and such.

She truly adored her students and her job, and she was always most students favourite teacher, the only other teacher who took that spot was Scott Clarke, a science and math teacher.

The only thing their students wanted more than a longer summer vacation was for the two to get together.

Y/N was used to it by now, the endless giggles she heard whenever she and Scott chatted in the hallways and the playful looks that the young girls would throw her way whenever he came into her classroom looking for a student (Michael Wheeler more often than not). She was used to the whispers that would circle the staff room and the giggles that were in the playground. But, the joke was on them all.

"Miss Y/L/N, will you be supervising the Snow Ball again this year ?" Marie-Anne Roberts asked from behind her easel, the girls blonde hair wrapped up in a scrunchie atop her head, blue paint staining her cheeks. This got everyone else excited, having their favourite teacher supervising their favourite night of the school year is a good idea in their book. The woman in question simply smiled from her cupboard of paint tubes, every colour of the rainbow and then some sitting stacked neatly inside and replied that she in fact would not be able to attend. She had a date.

The entire class shook with gossip and soon the entire school was electric with the news of who was her mystery date. Teachers even whispered in their lounge about who their soft spoken, kind, pretty co-worker could be dating the night that she usually gave up to their middle school dance.

"You might have missed your chance Mr Clarke, word is Ms Y/L/N has a date on Friday night". Hearing this out of Dustin Henderson's mouth was not the first thing that Scott would have expected when the four boys stood at his desk Tuesday after class. He knew that the whole school was gunning for himself and the H/C woman to get together and it made him smile.

Giving Henderson a look of 'no more talking about this' definitely did the job as nothing else was said for their entire AV club meeting.

The week continued on at a slow pace with the kids excited for the dance and the teachers excited for their long weekend. Y/N just finished up with her clay sculpting class with her 6th graders when a sharp and familiar knock sounded through her classroom. Spinning on her converse clad feet she made eye contact with the familiar brunet science teacher and smiling at the familiar paper bag in his hand, Friday bagels for lunch, their tradition.

"Just let me wash the clay off my fingers Scotty." She called out walking over to the big sinks at the back of her classroom. She wore her long Hair up in a bun, tied with her favourite piece of cream lace. She looked completely at ease with the winter sun streaming through the windows. Their lunch was spent with a familiar chatter and friendly laughter. This was how they spent most of their days anyway, while recess was happening outside, they sat in their own little world.

"Don't you find it funny how much the students want us to get together" Scott asked her with a sneaking grin and Y/N only replied with a teasing smirk as she played with her silver necklace, the only jewelry she could wear as an art teacher who frequents clay and paint. Their lunch was eaten in a friendly atmosphere and friendly chatter.

Friday morning brought an electric atmosphere to the school. The art students from both middle and high schools were attending to the gym, blue streamers and white fake snow garlands being hung and lights being set, all under the guidance of Ms Y/L/N. While Mike, Lucas, Will and Dustin sat in their science class, ready to conduct an experiment involving heat and electricity.

"Now since metal is a conductor of electricity I have to make everyone wearing any piece of metal jewelry to take them off for this experiment" Mr Clarke spoke out to his class of mainly bored 7th graders, however, everyone snapped to attention when he reached around his neck and removed a silver chain... A silver chain that held a wedding band.

The entire room erupted with questions.

"Well I don't wear it during class because of the sheer amount of experiments we do, it could get ruined. Now, carrying on".

That evening was cold but clear. Not the kind of cold that makes you feel uncomfortable, but the kind that makes you feel refreshed and alive. The kind of cold that meant you could still wear a beautiful dress, as long as you didn't mind a chill. That was how Y/N Y/L/N was dressed walking down Main Street that evening, wearing an emerald green silk dress and shining, glittering silver heels and golden diamond ring glinting on her finger.

Opening the door into the Italian restaurant she made eye contact with him across the room before smiling her gorgeous smile and making her way across the room to her love and met him with a sweet kiss.

"Happy five year anniversary Scotty".

#fiction #scott clarke #stranger things #st x reader #x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n

[still-single]

new HEATHEN DISCO for June 7th, 2020: LISTEN

Back in there. Lots of new music in this week’s show. It’s all on Mixcloud: https://www.mixcloud.com/mosurock/heathen-disco-with-doug-mosurock-show-212-7-june-2020/

Tracklist below:

Art Ensemble of Chicago - People in Sorrow (pt. 2)

Anna Högberg Attack - Tjuv

Jim White and Marisa Anderson - Gathering

The Terminals - Edie

Lynn Blessing - Emerald River

Nico - Little Sister

Choir Boy - Complainer

Sonic Boom - I Feel a Change Coming On

Tim Stine Trio - Object

No Age - Smoothie

No Trend - Teen Love

Munehiro Narita - Human Nature

Pailhead - Don't Stand in Line

CP/BW - A Thing That Thinks

Run the Jewels - The Ground Below

Chad Taylor Trio - Matape

Laurine Frost - Seeing No Ghost

Bailter Space - The State

Public Enemy - Contract on the World Jam/Brothers Gonna Work it Out

The Soft Pink Truth - Multinationella Mördare

CB Radio Gorgeous - The Devil

Golden Retriever and Chuck Johnson - Lupine

False Brother - Artificial Terrain

Vladislav Delay/Sly Dunbar/Robbie Shakespeare - (512)

Bohannon - Run it On Down Mr. DJ

Tony Joe White - Don't Steal My Love

ONO - Scab

LITHICS - Twisting Vine

Vertical Slit - Fair Exchange/Maid in Heaven

Dustin Laurenzi's Snaketime - Behold

The Eighteenth Day of May - Seven Dials

Linda Hoyle - Pieces of Me

Jodo - I'm Still Trying

Laughing Clowns - Stinking to High Heaven

TALsounds - Instance

Samara Lubelski and Marcia Bassett - Ridge Street Connection

[mercurialsmile]

OC Questions: 1, 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, and 50! :D

1. Your first OC ever?

TECHNICALLY my first OC ever was a dragon called Jenna lol. She was basically a rip-off of Spyro tho so idk if you would count her.... 

My first developed and original OC was Braxous tho! His name wasn’t Braxous back then tho it was Broken. Edgy boy.

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Tbh as much as I thirst for people to like my OCs and stuff I am Scared TM at the same time... bc we all know that popular characters kinda get hmmm twisted is the best term I can think of. 

I can’t think of a character I would like popular or known tbh bc in general I’d like all of them popular and known... but if I HAD to chose one I’d say Iarilan I guess? She’s a good role model I think.... 

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? 

OH GOD it’s probably a tie between Ry and the new beast Xero design. 

Ry just. Four arms. Four wings. Long legs w inhuman feet. Two tails. Galaxy skin. Claws. Five eyes. Curly hair. Pointed ears. A flat face with a mouth full of fangs. Can be any size. Almost perfectly symmetrical. Yeah his design is kinda tough.

I think the future beast Xero or his real form will take the cake tho. He has a ruffle of feathers around his neck, more smaller feathers all across his back, four wings, five dragon-like tails, spikes down his spine that can fold up or down, small red spots under the feathers that can spark and make his entire back and wings catch alight with fire.

Not to mention stick out ears, multiple horns on his head and jaw, black and gold scales on his arms and legs, gold claws, fangs, white pupils, a thick tuft of fur covering his sheath and between his legs

AND THEN on top of ALL THAT You have his chain markings and mating marks. 

God. Yeah. Xero’s real form just. Takes the cake in complicated designs. LMAO. And me and Angel are still designing him and knowing us we may make him even more complicated OOPS so!

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

YEAH I DO don’t let me start bc I won’t shut up tbh 

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details

Dustin and Ophiel can both sing! Dustin sings alone and well... spoilers~ I think he’d be an alto tho. 

Ophiel used to be part of god’s choir and a lot of her powers from from her music. Her singing is magical and she mainly uses it to heal others! She has a beautiful voice and is a soprano!

Some other OCs I have sing too... but they arent good at it lol and mainly just sing along to songs and stuff. 

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

Dustin for sure lmao. Height, weight, some hobbies?? Tbh I sprinkle some of myself across all my OCs but Dustin resembles me most. 

Tho I can’t code, am not quite a meme lord like him, like different games and music than him, and can’t sing. Lol. 

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

Honestly? Zeke. Or maybe even Ty? Hm. 

Ophiel has a very not secret stuffed animal collection tho :D 

35. Any sibling characters?

A lot of my characters have siblings actually! Lynn is Kenneth’s sister, Krystle is Dustin’s sister, Zeke has a brother named Marc who is... great tbh, Ophiel has a LOT of siblings like 5 of them, Ty has two brothers who she hates, Caleb has a sister named Dannah, and I think that’s actually about it! Gabe also has siblings but they aren’t really named or present. 

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

Uh... I guess when I first made them counts? And when I wrote stuff about them... completing my first novel which was for Counting Stars counts as well I think... ye that’s about it. I’m always fond of my OCs so every memory and thought I have w them is special! 

45. A character you no longer use?

Hm... not really. But I have been thinking about cutting characters that I currently have so :x

Rather than cutting characters, I tend to combine them or just re-purpose them for something else. There are prob tons of minor characters I don’t use anymore... and ofc all the super old OCs I made when I was a little kid... who I don’t even remember... but I don’t count them :P 

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you wantIf you want

I love all my ocs I don’t even know where to begin. I am also tired of typing LMAO anyways I love my ocs pls just send me asks so I can gush about them tbh LMAO 

THANKS FOR THE ASK :D 

#ocs #ask game #ask meme #my ocs #long post #authorrjcity #lbanswers

[artemisrae]

Stranger Things - A Wonderful, Awful Idea

Title: A Wonderful, Awful Idea

Rating: T

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Mike/Eleven, plus the rest of the gang (and the Wheeler siblings too I guess)

Word Count: 5,777

Summary:

Then he got an idea. An awful idea. The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea! - How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Mike wants to recapture the Christmas magic of his childhood, but mostly he accidentally makes his girlfriend cry.

Note: Christmas fic!!!!!! Silly lovey Christmas fic where everyone is pretty much happy and Mike is very much a teenage boy. No spoilers for the show, but spoilers for Christmas cartoon specials from the 50s and 60s.

AO3 Mirror

Frosty was the one that, in hindsight, he could concede was probably not a good idea.

He had been too enthusiastic. It was the first Christmas after Hopper’s year of exile - meant to make sure that El was no longer being hunted, the Wheelers were no longer being monitored, that Hopper was no longer being followed - and Mike Wheeler, nearly giddy from the high of having lunch with El every day, and being able to hang out after school and work on homework together, and make plans for the weekends, was a one-man army to make sure that El was never made to feel like she had missed out ever again.

If Mike was an army, then Dustin was his general. During their study hall they would meet and brainstorm, trying to remember every precious childhood memory, anything that could recapture that spirit for El. They discussed everything from popcorn garland for the Christmas tree to waiting up for Santa on Christmas Eve, surprising each other with Christmas traditions that the other hadn’t known about and reminiscing about fun times that had involved the party.

“Caroling?” Dustin asked, and Mike made a face.

“Do you want to sing? I don’t want to sing.” Mike thought about it. El liked music, and it was easier to engage her in a new experience if it involved music, but she hated being cold. “Maybe we can go to the park when they do the candlelight service if it’s not freezing out. There’s always a choir there, she’ll like that.”

“Build a snowman?”

Mike made a face. He wasn’t sure how long she’d tolerate that. “If it even snows during Christmas break… sometimes it doesn’t, and it’s not always enough to even make a snowman. Besides, that’s not really Christmas, that’s something you do when you get a snow day from school.”

“It can be both,” Dustin argued. “Snowmen are part of traditional Christmas decorations.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to rely on the weather doing us any favors. I want El to have the best Christmas ever. She’s got 14 years of shitty ones to make up for.” Mike doodled in the margin of his notebook. “Plus she keeps saying she doesn’t want school to go on break, because she likes it, and I keep trying to tell her that Christmas break is, like, the answer to our prayers, not a punishment.”

“We still have so much to teach her,” Dustin intoned dryly, reaching into his backpack. “Which reminds me - I remembered the TV Guide.”

“Yes!” Mike practically lunged across the table to snatch it out of Dustin’s hand.

“Be careful with that!” Dustin protested. “My mom will kill me if anything happens to it.”

“Tell me about it. I think my dad wants his in his coffin with him.” Mike rolled his eyes as he remembered the reason he’d needed Dustin’s copy in the first place. He flipped through the pages, eyes scanning. “I’m just hoping none of them are on Wednesdays, Wednesdays she stays late for English tutoring and Hopper always takes her to the diner afterwards.”

He glanced up from the TV Guide to find that Dustin was staring at him, with a weird, unreadable look on his face.

“What?” he asked irritably. That had been happening more and more often - it used to be only when El was around, that he could look at any one of his friends and see them watching with that strange, muted expression. Lately it had been happening when he was alone too, usually when he was talking about El.

“Nothing,” Dustin said quickly. He looked down at his Snack-Pack, and then a teasing grin wormed across his face. “Do you have a Christmas present for her yet?”

“None of your business,” Mike snapped.

“So that’s a no,” Dustin countered. “I was just asking, geez. You know, I can ask Steve for help if you need it.”

“I really don’t want to know what kind of presents Steve Harrington used to buy for my sister,” Mike said stiffly. His eyes caught a listing. “Look, Frosty the Snowman is on next week. Holly loves that one. If I say she can watch with me and El that’ll make my mom happy.”

And his mom had been happy. Despite the fact that it was right after dinner she’d made them a giant bowl of popcorn, and hot chocolate - actual hot chocolate heated up and melted on the stove, not the instant kind, because Mike had impressed upon her how important this was to him even if Karen Wheeler still hadn’t gotten a straight answer on how El had somehow missed 14 years of Christmases.

All three of them had sat on the floor, huddled under a crocheted blanket, Holly cradling the massive bowl of popcorn.

“Santa is bringing me a Barbie sleeping bag,” she told El, licking oil off her fingers and sticking them right back into the bowl. “Mom took me to the mall yesterday and I got to tell him and he said I’d been good this year, so that means he’s going to bring me one.”

El glanced at Mike over her head. He gave her an encouraging smile. They’d talked about Santa - with no way to explain why he’d skipped over her for ten years in Hawkins lab, Mike had been forced to explain that it was a myth, thus depriving her of some of the Christmas magic he’d been trying to recreate, but he’d also told her that Holly very much believed he was real, and that it was important not to spoil it for her.

It was obviously hard for her to reconcile “Friends don’t lie” with “Friends let their friend’s little sister continue believing in the myth of Santa” but El was making a good show of it, nodding attentively and letting Holly chatter mindlessly.

Nevertheless, it was a relief when Holly realized that El had never seen Frosty before, and thus transitioned from talking about everything Santa was going to bring her (which consisted of pretty much every toy advertised during the commercials) to explaining the plot of Frosty to El, even as they were watching it.

“Holly,” Mike finally interrupted. “Let her watch. If she has any questions, she’ll ask you, right El?”

El quickly nodded. Her hair had grown longer in the last year, having only been trimmed a couple times by Joyce, and now the curls that had formed went past her shoulders. She favored pretty bows and headbands to keep her face clear. Tonight, paired with her jeans and a plain gray sweatshirt, she was wearing a pink bow with white polka dots, and Mike had been resisting the urge to yank on it the entire evening.

She wouldn’t be mad at him if he did it though. He could already picture the look she’d shoot him - chagrined and exasperated, but not angry - and then when she tried to fix it he could help her.

He was contemplating the best way to accomplish this - was there any possible way to get rid of Holly without her crying? - when Santa arrived to the greenhouse, and discovered that Frosty had melted into a puddle.

El gasped. Holly patted her hand - “He’ll come back just watch -”

But it was too late. El had burst into tears at the sight of young cartoon Karen crying over the puddle that was formerly Frosty. Mike practically upended the bowl of popcorn reaching for her. “El, it’s okay, it’s okay! Holly’s right, he comes back!”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, gesturing to the TV. She was sobbing as Frosty the Snowman played cheerfully over a montage that Mike realized was ultimately a eulogy for Frosty. To his dawning horror, Holly’s lower lip began to tremble too.

“Holly,” Mike said desperately. “You know it’s fine. It turns out fine. Frosty goes to the North Pole with Santa, remember? They see him every year.”

“He’s not the same!” El cried. “And they only get to see him once a year!”

“Is everything okay in there?” his mother called from the doorway.

Their backs were to her; Mike pulled El closer, letting her press her face into his neck, and snapped in a way that only people who did not want to explain why everything was not fine could accomplish: “Everything is fine!”

“Is Holly crying?” his mom asked, stepping into the room. Holly jumped up, tripping over the blanket to go cry on her mother’s hip. “What on earth did you say to her Michael?”

“Nothing!” Mike shouted. “El’s never seen it before. She didn’t know Frosty melted. Holly did, so she has no reason to be crying.”

“Michael what have I told you about upsetting your sister?”

“I didn’t upset her!” Mike responded hotly. “Frosty did! Can you just give me a minute with El please?”

“We will talk about this later Michael,” Karen promised, but then she did, blessedly, retreat - mostly, Mike knew, to tend to Holly. He didn’t really care if it got him a minute alone with El.

“I’m really sorry,” Mike told El. He lunged for the box of tissues on the side table, offering them to her. “I never thought it was sad. When I was a kid I was just so happy he made it to the North Pole, ya know?”

“I’m sorry,” El said softly, her cheeks coloring. She wouldn’t make eye contact with him.

“No, no! Please don’t,” Mike insisted. It made total sense to him that someone like El - someone who had fought tooth and nail to come back to her friends and family - would find Frosty so upsetting. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about it. I should have known.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pillowing her head on his shoulder. “At least,” he finally said, “it’s only on once a year.”

He was rewarded with her soft laugh, and that, Mike decided, was a victory, considering how the evening had turned out.

(Of course, that was before Hopper picked her up and saw she’d been crying.)

***

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer went better - but that was only because Frosty the Snowman had set the bar so impossibly low.

The evening before it aired, Nancy had finished her finals and come home from Bloomington. The house was tense - she’d really only come home to see Jonathan Byers, who was home from New York for Christmas, and Mike wondered if his parents could tell. She’d stayed for dinner, and to Mike’s eternal frustration, had slipped from the house before he could corner her alone.

He stayed up to talk to her; it was after midnight when she got back to the house, tiptoeing even though he was sure that his parents were awake too.

Sticking his hand in the door just before it clicked shut, he managed to slip in behind her.

“Jesus Christ, what did you and Jonathan do?!” he asked, taking in her rumpled appearance. Her belt was missing, the top three buttons of her blouse were undone, and somehow even her newly acquired rebellious pixie haircut was sticking up in all directions.

She gave him a crooked smile. “Nothing you want to hear about. Or that I’d want to tell you about.”

They had a brief stand off, sizing each other up. They never talked when she was at school - Bloomington was a long distance phone call, and neither one of them was a letter writer. Mike finally shrugged at her. “I’m glad you came home.”

Her mouth twisted. “I wanted to see you and Holly and my friends,” she conceded, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“And Jonathan,” Mike couldn’t resist prompting.

Instead of rebuking him though, Nancy smiled. “And Jonathan.”

“So speaking of…” he leaned back against the door, trying and failing to appear nonchalant. “Since you’re home anyway, I thought maybe you could help me with something?”

Nancy looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Then her eyes narrowed, and her forehead wrinkled in thought.

“You don’t have a Christmas gift for El,” she decided, and Mike’s mouth dropped open.

“How the fuck could you know that?” he demanded, and Nancy gave him a condescending smirk that used to infuriate his prepubescent self.

“Mike.” Her tone was lilting, and patronizing. “You do whatever the hell you want. I’ve heard stories. The only reason you’d ask for my help is if it’s about El because she’s pretty much the only person whose opinion you care about.”

“That’s not true!” he argued, genuinely surprised at her words - he had friends; he cared what Lucas and Dustin and Will all thought.

“Mike,” she said flatly. “You DM the majority of your games just because you like to plan whatever you want for your little campaigns.”

“Okay, so, if you knew anything about being a good DM you would know that you have exactly no control over the story,” Mike said, completely distracted from the point as his mind raced to formulate a list of examples that would prove her wrong.

She got up from the bed, shaking her head at him. “It doesn’t matter. It’s fine, I’ll help you find a gift for El. She deserves a nice gift from her boyfriend.

“Yes, she does. Thank you.” He felt relieved. He’d already been worried when Dustin had asked the previous week, and hadn’t made any headway even though he’d wracked his brains trying to come up with something perfect. “She’s coming over tomorrow, maybe you can talk to her?”

She took him by the elbow and reached for the doorknob. Despite his height, she could still manhandle him as if they were little kids. “Tomorrow, yes. But now,” she said, putting him back out in the hallway, “I want you to get out of my room.”

Then she shut the door in his face.

Rudolph started off better than Frosty - Mike had played the song for her, and warned her, “It’s a good show, but they’re kind of mean to him. But it turns out okay, because they end up loving him. But don’t get upset when they’re mean to him, okay?”

And she hadn’t - he’d looked over during the scene with Clarisse and the flying lessons and while she certainly didn’t look happy, with her eyebrows drawn low and laser focused intensity on the television, she didn’t appear upset like she had when Frosty had melted.

His hand crept into hers, and while she didn’t spare him a glance he saw her face relax a little.

He had really thought about Rudolph, describing it to her as they strung tinsil on Hopper’s tree (it was pointless to help decorate his own - his mom would just rearrange all the ornaments and fix it the way she liked it anyway) and he felt pretty confident with this one. It was a classic; she would like Yukon Cornelius, and most importantly, nobody melted or otherwise died.

Where he had miscalculated had been the Island of the Misfit Toys.

Even Holly got quiet as the toys sang about how they were broken and didn’t fit in, how they’d miss all the fun with the boys and girls because they weren’t wanted. Mike realized that El’s hand had gotten uncomfortably tight.

His heart sank as he saw the look on her face - she was wearing what he called her Bambi face (and there was another movie he could never show her), with a blank expression and big doe eyes. She pulled it when she was trying to lie (often unsuccessfully) or otherwise didn’t want undue attention.

The tears streaming down her cheeks kind of ruined the effect, however.

“El,” he said in a low tone, giving her hand a little jiggle. She turned to look at him, gave him a pained frown, and he felt a stab in his heart. “It turns out okay. They all get to good homes. I promise, I wouldn’t show you something -”

Something that glorified people who were ostracized for being different. He knew she constantly felt pressure at school, already singled out for being the weird girl who was homeschooled until high school, and then to be behind in English on top of that. Sometimes he thought that it was mostly in her imagination - but he’d already had two detentions this year for punching people who’d called her weird.

“I just - I promise,” he finished lamely. He reached for the box of tissues again.

Strike two Wheeler, he thought. He heard it in Hopper’s voice.

***

At least she got through Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. El couldn’t make it the whole way through the Charlie Brown Christmas special.

The weekend before the entire group had descended upon the Sinclair’s - a rare event, but the Sinclair’s were the only ones with a fireplace, and Mike had wanted to show El the joy of sitting in front of a roaring fire and making s’mores.

They probably could have asked Jonathan to help them set up a fire pit at the Byers’, but the fact was that El hated being cold, and had already spent enough time huddling in front of crappy little camp fires. While Mike thought El (and her sweet tooth) would love gooey s’mores, he didn’t think she’d like the part where she had to sit outside in the cold and make them.

Instead Mr. Sinclair built them a fire - and much like Karen Wheeler, never got a good explanation for how El had missed out on s’mores her entire life - and the six of them crammed around, marshmallows speared on pokers (with reluctant promises to share with Erika, even if she wasn’t allowed in the room to bug them.)

“It feels like lying,” El was saying to the group, and Mike, exasperated, threw his hands up.

“She’s five. It would be so mean to tell her Santa isn’t real.”

“Not to mention your mom would kill you,” Dustin added.

“I mean, I didn’t lie to Erika when she asked me,” Lucas said, taking a melted marshmallow from Max and smushing it onto a graham cracker. “But I didn’t go out of my way to tell her the truth either.”

“And your mom still almost killed you,” Dustin reminded him. “Am I the only one who remembers you being grounded that entire Christmas break?”

“Holly’s cute though,” Max said. She had a hand under her s’more, trying to prevent the melted chocolate from dripping onto the blankets underneath them. “Erika is… not.”

“I think you mean,” Lucas supplied, “that she’s a goblin that they replaced my real sister with.”

El snorted, and choked on her bite. Spraying crumbs everywhere, she laughed and coughed while Mike patted her on the back and Dustin scrambled to save her marshmallow from the fire.

“Look, Nancy didn’t spoil it for me when she learned the truth. It’s not fair to do that to Holly.” El shot him a look, and he quickly added, “I know party rules, but Holly isn’t in the party.”

“Jonathan told me,” Will piped up with a shrug.

Nobody laughed at that. Mike shifted uncomfortably. Will wasn’t referring to a funny story. He remembered when this had happened.

“Why?” El finally asked, surely unable to imagine gentle Jonathan, who loved Will more than anybody else on earth, ever being cruel to him, even in the name of sibling rivalry.

Will shrugged again. “It was right after my dad left. He was really mad a lot of the time. He got a detention right before Christmas break and when I told him Santa would put him on the naughty list he told me Santa wasn’t even real. Mom told me he was lying because he was mad about being on the naughty list, but I knew he was telling the truth.”

Max, to the surprise of no one, was quiet. If her and Billy had ever talked about Santa, or Christmas, it would have been in the interest of putting her down, or making her miserable, and they all knew it.

Silence fell. Lucas leaned into Max’s shoulder, and she leaned back against him. They would have held hands, Mike suspected, if they didn’t need both of them to deal with the messy snacks.

Then, without even trying, his eyes tracked El’s hands - she brought her right hand to her lips, scraping chocolate off the pad of her thumb. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

When she noticed him watching, she gave him a sunny grin. There was a streak of marshmallow at the corner of her mouth.

The others started to fade away. He wanted to reach out and touch her. It seemed like it was just the two of them in the room - and then Max dropped her poker, cursing as she smeared melted marshmallow against the blanket.

Lucas scrambled to help her - “Don’t touch it, it’s hot!” - but Will and Dustin, Mike saw, were both watching him with that same curious expression that Dustin had worn the other day at lunch.

“What is it?” Mike asked them. El hadn’t seem to notice their scrutiny. She was holding her hands delicately away from her body, sticky fingers searching for one of the napkins that were strewn about.

“Nothing,” Dustin demurred yet again. Will just shrugged. Mike got the sense that they were telling the truth. They didn’t seem to have words for whatever was capturing their attention.

“Hey,” El said, tugging on his sleeve. Her fingers stuck to the material, leaving tacky fingerprints behind. “Hopper says you can come over Thursday. To watch Charlie Brown.”

More like Hopper had insisted that they watch Charlie Brown at his place because he’d noticed that El had come home crying twice already.

A smirk crossed Dustin’s face, and Mike shot him a warning glare. Mike had told him about their previous attempts at watching Christmas specials, but had pointed out that if they tried to make fun of him then El would surely think they were making fun of her for crying.

It wouldn’t matter if they tried to explain that they weren’t laughing at her. El had noticed that the boys and Max didn’t express their emotions the same way she did - cooped up in Hawkins lab the only way to express anything she was feeling strongly was to explode. Now she worried about it, no matter how much Mike and Will (the only person she confided in as much as Mike) had tried to reassure her.

He understood, and could help her cope with distress - but he was completely taken aback by her anger at the Charlie Brown Christmas special.

It had started out so promising too. He’d told her how Charlie Brown had always been his favorite, and unsurprisingly, she had loved the music, even trying to impersonate the kids dancing and making both of them laugh until they couldn’t breathe. Upbeat, peppy music helped her feel at ease, and Mike had suspected that the jazzy soundtrack to Charlie Brown would appeal to her.

And then Charlie Brown had brought his little Christmas tree back to his friends, and the montage of Charlie Brown’s friends berating him - telling him he was stupid, saying he had picked a bad tree, calling him hopeless - stopped the evening on a dime.

Suddenly the television turned off with an electronic squeal. Mike blinked at the still glowing screen, initially thinking that there had been some kind of power failure - but no, all the other lights were still on, even the lights on the little Christmas tree in the corner.

Then he saw the look on El’s face - jaw set, eyes blazing - and knew that she had turned the television off. She hadn’t even bothered reaching for the remote. She looked like she was ready to go ten rounds with the demogorgon.

“Uh…” His mouth was open. He absolutely did not want her rage turned on him. He wasn’t even sure what had triggered it.

She swung her head to look at him. “They are so mean to him!”

“Well - I -” Mike licked his lips. He didn’t think now was the time to explain the basic nature of Peanuts and Charlie Brown’s relationship with his friends. “I know I’ve said this every time, but if you would just turn it back on -”

“Those. Aren’t. Friends.” El said sternly. She didn’t look like she was going to cry; she looked like she was going to punch him. She stood up and glared at him, hands on her hips. “You don’t treat your friends that way.”

Mike, searching for a way to de-escalate the situation, went for a joke. “I mean, Dustin sometimes, when he’s being an asshole.”

She stamped her foot impatiently. “You don’t treat me that way.”

“You’re not an asshole.” Mike said flatly. “And also you’re not just my friend, you’re my girlfriend.”

It worked. She deflated, flashing him that quick, elated grin that was involuntary every time one of them reminded the other that they were dating (dating like actual normal teenagers holy shit) but it didn’t completely replace the cross look on her face. “Charlie Brown isn’t an asshole.”

“No, he’s not,” he agreed with her. At least she wasn’t crying this time.

He held up his arm, and gestured to the empty seat next to him on the couch. She consented to sit down next to him.

Mike slung an arm around her shoulders.

“Mouthbreathers,” she muttered.

It was such an unexpected thing to hear out of her. He started in surprise, and then began to laugh. Before he had learned the simple pleasure of a well placed asshole or fucker, mouthbreather had been one of his favorite insults. He’d forgotten that he’d taught El that one.

“All right,” he conceded. “We don’t have to finish Charlie Brown Christmas.”

***

The one she liked the best ended up being the one he’d had no plans of showing her.

It was just a couple days before Christmas, and she was visiting the Wheelers so they could exchange presents - he had relatives coming in from out of town, and she and Hopper would be joining the Byers for dinner on Christmas Eve, so there was a good chance they wouldn’t be able to see each other for several days.

They were in the basement, because El had just given Mike his gift - a large binder for him to keep their Dungeons and Dragons characters and campaigns organized. Previously they had been scattered through notebooks and scrawled on loose pages, mixed in with his science and English notes as ideas came to him in class, and El had wanted to give him a safe space to keep everything together.

She had teamed up with Will to make it - he had done the drawing and delicate lettering on the outside cover and if Mike weren’t already in love with the gift the fact that she had included Will had made his heart feel full to bursting. The holidays were always hard for the Byers, and she had known that Will would need something to work on, to be distracted.

He had all of his game books piled on the table - trying already to flip through them, looking for notes to shove into the binder. The two of them had even thought to put in tabbed separators, which were decorated, but not labelled - leaving it to him to decide how to organize the thing.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see El admiring herself in the mirror, wearing one of his gifts to her. Despite Nancy’s attempts to lead him towards jewlery, which he thought was too flashy or too expensive, he’d ended up finding on his own something that he knew she’d love even though other people might find it a bit silly - a pair of hot pink, heart shaped sunglasses.

She caught him looking at her.

“They look good on you,” he said, clearing his throat. Her cheeks blushed as pink as the glasses, but she was smiling. “Like you could be in a magazine.”

He was sure she’d be pleased with his other gift, as soon as she could listen to it - the little cassette, a mixtape that he’d slaved over, was resting in the inside pocket of her coat upstairs. He wondered if she would realize that he’d put every song they’d danced to at the Snowball on it, if they weren’t all burned in her memory the same way they were in his.

She came over to stand next to him, resting her hand on the table next to his. He took it without hesitation. “This is perfect, El, just perfect. Thank you so much.”

“Thank Will too. He let me give it to you but it’s from him too,” she said, very seriously, like Mike could ever forget Will.

“No, of course, I’ll…” he trailed off as she lifted their entwined hands and wriggled into the safe circle of his arms. Her chin tilted up; she still had the sunglasses over her eyes, and Mike could see himself in the reflection.

I’m gonna kiss you, he thought, but right as he was leaning down the door at the top of the cellar steps banged open and Holly shouted, “Mike! The Grinch is starting!”

“Not now Holly!” he barked over El’s head, but she was already twisting away from him.

“What’s the Grinch?” He reached out and with one fingertip pushed the sunglasses up onto her head, letting him see her dark, serious eyes again.

“Eh,” he shoulders slumped. “It’s another one of those dumb shows. We don’t have to watch it.”

“Mom says come and watch!” Holly shouted again, too lazy to come down the steps. “It’s the Grinch, Mike!”

El was already heading up towards her. “I’ll watch with you,” she was telling Holly, and Mike rounded the bottom of the steps just in time to see her disappear into the first floor, holding Holly’s hand.

By the time he reached the living room, ten steps behind them, Holly had already deposited El on the couch and crawled up next to her. With a sigh, Mike grabbed the granny-square blanket off the back of the recliner and threw it over their legs.

“Can I see your glasses?” Holly asked, big eyes looking up at the pink sunglasses on El’s head.

“Hell no,” Mike answered for her. “You’ll break them, and they’re El’s Christmas gift. You gonna let her come over and play with all your toys Christmas morning?”

He thought for sure Holly would shout for their mother, but instead she frowned at him and stuck her tongue out. He stuck his out back at her, crossing his eyes so she’d giggle instead of cry.

“Look El,” she said, patting the older girl’s leg. “That’s the Grinch.”

The girls made themselves comfortable. El was watching the television with the same childlike intensity as Holly. Mike, however, was braced for the worst - everything else they’d watched had triggered some sort of emotional response in El that he hadn’t been able to predict, and this evening had gone so well until this point. He hated the thought that she might go home crying again, and that he wouldn’t see her for several days as they each celebrated the holiday…

So he was tense, barely able to crack a smile as Holly bellowed her way through You’re a Mean One Mr. Grinch, though El had certainly laughed as she had emphasized Stink! Stank! Stunk! and pointed towards Mike. The nature of sibling relationships was something he’d tried to explain to El, and they’d come far if, instead of worrying that Holly was upsetting Mike, she could just laugh along with his sister.

Holly was settling down by the time the Grinch was sledding into Whoville, head resting on the arm of the couch and her little feet pillowed on El’s thigh. El had taken his hand, and was resting her head on his shoulder, and so he missed it when she started crying.

His chest felt hollow. Mike couldn’t for the life of him think of what could be so upsetting. “What’s the matter?” he murmured, leaning so close their noses were almost touching.

El always found a way to surprise him. Instead of sounding distressed, or angry, she patted her chest with the hand that wasn’t holding his. “His heart grew,” she said simply. “They’re friends now.”

His face must have still looked mystified, because she shrugged. “It’s happy,” she tried to explain. “He was alone, but they’re all friends now, even though he tried to steal Christmas.”

Mike mouthed for words. “You didn’t like the other shows!”

“The other shows weren’t happy.” El sniffed, shaking her head like she was trying to get a bad taste out of her mouth. Then she looked at him, her face softened, and she leaned up to kiss him -

“Mike?” It was Nancy interrupting them this time, and Mike was not shy about his irritation as he heaved a huge sigh. “Hopper called, he’s on his way from the station to pick up El.”

He helped her stand up from the couch, but as they reached the doorway, Nancy blocked them, standing in the kitchen. “You liked the Grinch, El?”

El nodded, still holding onto Mike’s hand.

“That’s good,” Nancy said, utterly sincere. “Mike was really excited to celebrate some Christmas traditions with you.”

Alarms started blaring in Mike’s mind. There was something off about Nancy’s tone, and she was still standing in the doorway…

“Of course, he almost missed one of the most important ones, didn’t you Mike?” she asked with with a cheerful grin, the cat having cornered the mouse, and pointed up.

There, hanging above their heads, was a perfect sprig of mistletoe.

“Merry Christmas!” Nancy trilled, and left them, El with a confused look on her face, and Mike feeling an intense cross between frustrated (how dare Nancy set them up) and excited (he’d been looking for an excuse to kiss her anyway).

“What is it?” El asked, reaching up to touch her fingertip to the mistletoe.

Mike squeezed her hand, redirecting his attention to her. “It’s called mistletoe. It’s - if you’re under it with - with your boyfriend, you’re supposed to -”

He was surprised when she cut off his explanation by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him firmly for as long as was probably safe knowing that his family could walk in any moment.

When she pulled away, he gaped at her.

“Max already told me about mistletoe,” she said with a little smile. Then, “Oh, I hear Hopper.”

She was almost at the door before he found a response. “How did Max tell you about mistletoe?!”

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