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louloulemons-posts · 3 months

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The Criminal And The Princess II

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : Edens dad is pushing her to breaking point, but when Steve Harrington suggests going to a gig, they stumble upon who she never thought she’d see.

Word Count : 2k

Warnings : not much eddie (i’m sorry), shitty parents, once again talk of eating, girlhood, nancy is sad, swearing, billy hargrove.

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“Again!”

“Dad I have to go I have class,” I sighed, skating towards him. “Regionals are coming up how are you expecting to win if you’re still so sloppy?” he snapped at me.

“Maybe I don’t want to win! Maybe I don’t even wanna go to fucking regionals!”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that!”

“I’m telling you the truth!”

“Your mother-“ I didn’t give him the chance to finish, “I’m not mom!”

With a deep breath, i spoke calmly, “I know you miss her, god dad I do too, but me skating, won’t bring her back.” The man who I love so dearly didn’t say a word, his dark eyes stern. “Just go Eden.”

“Dad-“

“And don’t worry about dinner on Friday.”

“Dad come on-“

“You need to lose the weight anyways.” I sucked in a breath, but said nothing more as I watched the greying man walk up the stairs and slamming the door to his office.

Rubbing my hand to my face I sat down on the cold plastic bench, taking off my skates and replacing them with my trainers. Throwing my oversized hoodie on, I headed out of the rink and to my car.

“E!” a voice called out.

“Harrington,” I replied, as the brunette jogged over the parking lot to me. “Hey- woah you look like shit!”

“Yeah 4:30 starts will do that to a girl,” I shrugged, throwing my bag in the back.

“Sorry that was rude of me,” he said, but I brushed him off with a smile. “What can I do for you Stevie boy?”

“So my friend has gig after the match on Friday, I was wondering if you wanted to come? Obviously I’ve invited the rest of the gang.”

“Did you really just say gang?”

“Yeah, I regret it, shut up. Do you wanna come?”

“I have training the next-“ my brows furrowed, dad’s words echoing in my head, “You know what, yeah it sounds fun.

“Great, I’m gonna text Robin all the details so, I’ll see you around.”

“See you.”

Well that was something to look forward too.

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Sat in class the professor droned on and on, Vickie was almost asleep besides me. I felt my phone buzz in pocket, taking it out I saw a message from Robin.

Robs : soooo a little dingus said you’re coming to a certain gig this friday? 👀

E : figured it was time i had some fun

E : lets be honest its a rare occasion

Robs : im actually so excited for this!!!!!

E : yeah me too, and you’re gonna be extra excited when i tell you who else is coming 😚

Putting my phone down on my notebook I nudged Vickie. “Hm,” she said rubbing her eyes, then brushed an auburn curl from her face.

“Sorry did I fall asleep?” I huffed a laugh,

“A little, but that’s not why I’m waking you. Are you free Friday?”

“I think so yeah, what’s up?”

“Wanna come to a gig?”

“Who’s gig?”

“Not sure yet, but me and a few friends are going, Nancy, Steve, oh and you know Robin right?”

“R-robin?” she stuttered.

“Yeah! I could text you the details, it’d be nice to hang out when we’re not studying.”

She nodded, cheeks flushed slightly, “Yeah cool, just text me.” I returned the nod, picking my phone back up.

Robs : who???

Robs : ????

Robs : did you die???

E : lmao no very much alive

Robs : who’s coming???

E : Vickie

Robs : …

E : love youuuuuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Robs : EDEN I SWEAR TOENDJSKSJSKSJJDJD

With a laugh I put my phone away and attempted to focus on this mind numbing lecture.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Friday rolled around really quickly, people were so ready for the weekend already. Who knew summer break would be missed already.

“I’m still not over the fact your dad said that to you?” Nancy said, whilst taming her curls.

“It’s fine, it’s not like it’s out of the ordinary.”

“Are you sure I can’t kick him in the throat?”

“I really don’t wanna have to bail you out of jail Robs.”

She hummed, “Yeah that’s true, would not look good for my future.”

“Dads are so shit!” Nancy exclaimed out of nowhere. “Nance-“ I began.

“No! I Robins dad walked out, your dad bullies you and my dad acts like I don’t fucking exist. Why do these men have kids and then treat them like trash?”

The girl was flinging her arms around like crazy, huffing angrily. “Nance, but the hairbrush down you’ll hurt yourself,” Robin said. The girl placed it to the floor, kneeling down behind her, I met her gaze in the mirror.

“What happened?” I asked. She looked at me with glassy eyes. “Mom called, yesterday she was going out to that meal, you know the one for her friends birthday?”

Me and Robin both gave her affirming nods, “Well Mike was working a shift at the record store and dad was picking Holly up from school,” she let out a shaky breath.

“It’s okay,” I said, hugging her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. “He forgot her, was sat at home watching a game. She was there for hours, when Mike came home he found him passed out on the couch.”

“Is Holly okay?” Robin asked, sliding off Nancys bed and down next to us. The brunette nodded, “Yeah, a teacher stayed with her and Mike went to get her. Mom got so mad and then you know what he said?”

I rubbed her shoulder, and Robin squeezed her hand. “He said, ‘Oh Nancy was supposed to get her,’” she choked on a sob, “He didn’t even know I was gone!”

“Oh Nance,” I said, pulling her back to hug me, Robin went to her front, wrapping her arms around us both. “Dads are the worst,” Robs said. “They really are!” I agreed.

“I swear Jonathan, Will and El are the only ones who got a decent one!” Robin laughed. “H-Hoppers a good man,” Nancy sniffled.

“You know what we’re gonna do tonight?” I asked pulling away from the hug, going to face Nancy, I wiped the tears from her face.

“What?” she asked.

“We’re gonna go to that game and cheer on our guy Harrington! And then, we’re gonna go to that gig and drink and dance and celebrate the badass women who raised us!”

“That sounds like the best plan,” Robin smiled, “You up for it Nance?”

“Yeah! Let’s go celebrate our moms.”

“And also get Robin a girlfriend!”

Me and Nancy laughed as Robin fell back, groaning into her hands. “What about you? You got your eye on anyone?” Nancy asked, cleaning up her tear stained face.

“Nah.”

“Oh come on E!”

“Seriously there’s nobody,” I laughed. “Plus I’m happy enough being wingwoman, I mean you and Johnny are getting to 2 years now?”

“Yeah,” the girl couldn’t hide her smile, “Speaking of, he’ll be here soon so, get ready!” She shooed us out of her room with a laugh.

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“Come on Harrington!” I cheered, jumping up and down. The game was almost over and our guys were down 6 points. Jonathans friend Argyle let out a loud whoop as the puck hit the back of the net.

“Let’s go dingus!” Robin shouted. I looked up from the ice briefly, my eyes meeting my fathers. His face looked like its normal stern self, but he looked sad?

I know I shouldn’t have yelled at him, specially not about mom, but god he shouldn’t have said the things he did either.

Suddenly I felt arms wrapped around me and the siren went, signalling the game was over. “We won!” Robin screamed. I looked at the score board, we were up by 2 points.

With a smile, I put my arms around the girl, giving her a squeeze. Leaning over the side of the seats, Steve walked past, “Go on Harrington!” we all cheered for him, making him smile bashfully.

“I’ll meet you guys after,” he said walking away. “No cheers for me Eden?” a vile voice came. “In your dreams Hargrove.”

“Oh they’re more than cheers in the dreams gorgeous.”

“Gross, “Robin said from behind me.

“You okay Benny?” Jonathan asked. Benny was a nickname he’d decided on when we were in kindergarten, apparently Eden was a weird name, but I thought Johnathan was too old so,” All good Johnny.”

The rink soon cleared out and we decided to wait by our cars for Steve. “Eden,” a deep voice called from behind. Dad was stood at the end of the hallway, Robin held my hand, Nancy appearing on the other side.

“It’s okay, I’ll catch up,” I said, walking towards the man. “What’s up?” I asked.

“I … I just wanted to apolo-“ he was cut off when the team of hollering boys ran by, Steve being one of them.

“Coach Bennett,” the boy smiled, swinging his arm over my shoulder. “Steve, good match,” the man offered him a smile, I hadn’t had one of those in a long time.

“Sorry I interrupted,” Steve spoke.

“It’s okay, what did you want to say dad?”

“Take a break this weekend, no training, but I expect you to do a morning and evening practice on Monday. Yrene is back from maternity leave so she’ll be training you.”

I sighed, but spoke through gritted teeth, “Great, thanks dad.” I turned to Steve, “Let’s go,” almost dragging the boy down the hall.

“We could get lunch on Sunday?” My dad called after me.

“What?”

“Lunch. I know dinner isn’t an option tonight, go have fun. Let me know if you’re free Sunday.” I gave him a nod, before I did drag Steve down the hall.

“That was weird,” he said when we got out into the fresh hair, you could feel that autumn was rolling around fast. “I know, who knew that Ethan Bennett wasn’t always an ass,” I said.

“Everything okay?” Nancy asked as we headed to the car. “Yeah all good, now let’s go!”

“What’s the name of the band your friends in again?” Jonathan asked.

“Corroded Coffin, and I gave you the address right?” Jonathan nodded, consuming, “The hideout right?”

“Yeah that’s the one, E does that friend of yours need a ride?”

I felt Robin go stiff beside me, “Vickie? Nah she’s being dropped off by her brother.”

“Cool, let’s go then!”

“I swear I’m gonna kill you,” Robin muttered. “What was that?” She gave me a sickly sweet smile, linking our arms, “Nothing!”

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The bar known as The Hideout was packed, I recognised some faces from college, everyone was here to have a good time. Onto your second drink, I smiled as I saw a familiar redhead.

“Vickie!” I called out.

“Hey,” she smiled, making her way through a crowd of people. “Come and meet the guys.” Taking her hand I led her over to my friends.

“Everyone!” I shouted to get their attention, “This is Vickie, we’re in history together.”

She raised a hand, offering a smile to them. “Vickie this is Steve, Nancy, Jonathan,” he cringed when I said his name,” Argyle and you know Robin.”

“Yeah, hi,” she smiled.

“Hey um … can I get you a drink?”

“Uh yeah sure, cool.” Oh my god they were so cute. When the pair walked away me and Nancy squealed.

“Alright folks we have our next act of the evening for you, give it up for Indianas own, Corroded Coffin!” A man shouted into the mic.

The five of us walked into the crowd getting to the front, standing by the stage, I was excited to see Steve’s buddy.

Out walked 3 boys, one sitting behind the drum set and the others picking up guitars. Taking a sip of my drink, I regretted it right away, almost choking when I saw the final member walk out on stage.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

“Good evening Indiana!” he shouted. He looked so different, so alive, his curls falling down his back, freely allowed to do so. His dark eyes shining with mischief and joy.

“We’re Corroded Coffin and we’re here to rock your world for the next hour or so! Are! You! Ready!”

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They meet again 👀

This part was mainly me healing the parental issues in stranger things with friendship lmao.

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shower-phantom-ideas · 6 months

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Yall know how danny ends up with an Ice Core instead of lightning and we are all mostly salty about it? Im here with a theory to give us some imaginary closure.

Ghosts can’t have cores based on how they died. Ember fire? She actually died of food poisoning.

Skulker (even though I think hes just a blob and never was a like person) is a hunter? (Not really a core but stfu) Activist for the nature and just fell into a cave and died of dehydration/starvation.

Walker the warden (not really a core power more like obsession again)? Got hit by someone running a redlight while he was jaywalking.

Johnny really unlucky? Killed by a his college professor.

Why these some what random things? It’s what could have saved them from their deaths without being overly pointed to them (aka causing trauma)

If Ember had cooked that food longer she probably would have not even gotten sick.

If Skulker knew anything about the wilderness he probably would have figured out that even though the water in the cave is moving it’s still not safe to drink smh.

If walker or that driver had followed the laws then he wouldn’t have died

If johnny was just a bit more unlucky to have missed the shuttle bus or to not be the random student that teacher picked he would have survived.

Im like 10% sure ice could have some how saved danny too but idk man. My brain says that ice conductive and would have some how saved that dingus. Maybe if Danny was a little bit cooler he wouldnt have tripped and hit the on switch lmak

#danny phantom #ember mclain #skulker #walker #johnny 14 #stupid hc #im boiling my brain in a shower atm #trip is sad cause I feel so bad for canceling an evening I planned with my dad cause he was so hyped for it #but he keeps hijacking all of our time and it kinda sucks #it’s just three days and I only came to eat at one place dad #sorry not sorry I am not here to visit you #why sont u visit me since u make 6figures hmmmmm 🤔#hes so desperate too cause out of my siblings im the only one to talk to him #and I told him to die once so like it’s sad for him #I don’t feel bad for that though #he did me pretty wrong when he kicked me out #anyway #ignore my tags

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mothervega · 1 month

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!!BLOOD WARNING!!

it’ll all be over soon.

CONTEXT: my oc Obscura holds Bive to shield her from watching her friends burn alive again by MR, hoping to comfort her as she sobs into her arms. Obscura keeps her eyes on Bive, not wanting to witness the disaster either, but also to make sure Bive is safe.

she can’t bare to let Bive suffer any longer.

no matter what it takes.

(THEY DO HAVE LORE TOGETHER DO U GUYS WANNA HEAR THEIR LORE……… i’ve been nervous about posting oc and canon stuff but after seeing content from one of my favorite artists about their oc professor dingus it made me wanna draw more of my oc……)

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fastlikealambo · 9 months

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t𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 p𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 c𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕. || d𝚊𝚛𝚔 a𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊! f𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 f𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 bl𝚊𝚌𝚔!f𝚎𝚖 r𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 1/2

Summary:The spring semester has begun and Reader finds herself ensnared in the trap of the charismatic psychology professor, Henry Creel. When her relationship with the professor becomes all consuming and strange things begin to occur, Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Eddie race to uncover the truth before they lose Reader forever.

Warnings: mental health discussions, past trauma, mental abuse, murder, gaslighting, violence, hypnosis

Minors, DNI.

PART ONE.

You had not known the pleasure of heaven but a kitchen table filled with different colored dishware and food piled high with four people you’d never think would be your whole world came pretty close.

A sloppy kiss on each of your cheeks made you laugh, taking in the grinning faces of Steve and Robin on each side of you.

“Not fair dingus! I was going to kiss her first!” Robin said, smacking Steve upside his head.

“You snooze, you lose.” Steve said, leaning over to kiss you only to kiss Eddie’s dirty napkin instead, Eddie crawling over Steve to get to you.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Nancy reached around your chair, planting a biting kiss on your lips, intercepting the four of them. Somehow, Nancy ended up being knocked to the floor and it was only a matter of time before they tackled you to the ground to join them, hands slipping into your own, your head on someone’s lap, breathing and laughing.

No, this was heaven, time stopped here, a peaceful place to dwell and you shut your eyes tightly to lock this heaven forever.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl.” Robin whispers, her tone almost menacing, causing you to open your eyes in confusion.

“Robin?”

Her lovely eyes are milky white, mouth contorted into a smile.

“I said open your eyes, now.”

Somewhere, a clock chimes.

The sound of Professor Henry Creel’s grandfather clock chiming startled you into opening your eyes in the freezing cramped office of your psych professor, his head cocked to the side, blue eyes studying you as he leaned against the door.

“I’m sorry Professor, I'm a little out of it today, what did you say?” You asked with a smile.

He closed the gap between you, scraping the metal chair against the floor before sitting down, his face inches from yours.

“I’m taking time out of my day to aid you in passing my class and you were not paying attention. I'm sorry Professor Creel, I wasn’t paying attention, I don’t care about my education’, is what you meant to say, correct?” He asked, calmly.

“I-

“So say it. Say, ’I’m sorry Professor Creel, I wasn’t paying attention, I don’t care about my education.’’ Professor Creel said, a whispered command in your ear.

The clock chimes again and it’s like your entire body locks up, words falling from your lips without any forethought.

“I’m sorry Professor Creel, I wasn’t paying attention. I don’t care about my education.” You repeated over and over again, eyes burning. He catches the single tear that manages to escape, sucking on his fingertip.

“Don’t be sorry, that’s what I’m here for, to educate you. It’ll be over soon.”

You look behind him at the grandfather clock, eyes glazing over as the clock chimes one final time.

“You’re home!”

You’re not exactly sure of how you got home, but you happily walk straight into Robin’s arms, letting her lead you to the couch.

“Steve taped Living Single for you before he went to work and there’s pizza in the fridge. How was tutoring?” Robin asked, pulling you on her lap.

“It was great, he’s such a great professor! Next time you should come with me, he’s so kind, I bet he’d tutor you too if you want.” You said brightly, kissing Robin on the cheek. A cloud passes over her face and her arms tighten around you.

“Something wrong?” You asked, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“No, nothing, it’s just kind isn’t the word I would use to describe him, that’s all. He’s got that creepy stare and he’s always doing that not calm but not calm voice, he freaks me out. ” Robin said, words tumbling out of her but seeing your frown, she went quiet.

“That’s because you haven’t gotten to know him, that’s all. He’s wonderful, you'll see.” You said, snuggling deep into Robin’s shoulder.

“Do you think I can borrow your tutoring notes? I can barely read my own chicken scratch from class today.” She asked suddenly and you jumped out of your seat, handing her your notebook before settling back with your head on her lap.

You fell asleep before the opening credits finished and Robin was content to have you stay for eternity but due to the fact that she had to pee, she gently placed your head on a pillow and stood up, knocking your notebook to the ground.

She quickly and quietly picked the notebook as it fell open, and as the light of the tv fell on the lined paper, what Robin saw confused her and filled with an overwhelming feeling of dread.

The pages were completely blank.

“You’re the sexiest tiebreaker I have ever seen. What’s it gonna be, gorgeous?” Steve asked, wrapping his arms around you as you looked at both brochures for the weekend trip you all had been planning.

“As much fun and slightly horrific as a secluded cabin in the woods sounds, room service sounds so much better.” You said with a smile, pecking him on the cheek. Eddie and Robin pouted but a kiss from you lifted their spirits.

“Next weekend is gonna be the best weekend ever.” You said, throwing your arms around the pair of them before grabbing your books.

“You’re studying now? A Different World’s coming on soon, you never miss A Different World.” Steve asked.

“I’ve got psych tutoring tomorrow, can’t get behind.” You said with a smile, and out of the corner of your eye you spotted Robin with a strange look on her face.

You have to study, you have to get better, you can’t fail now.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you stop now? It’s five in the morning.” Nancy’s voice startles you in the quiet of the dark kitchen. You don’t remember saying good night to everyone or sitting down at the table for that long either.

“I’ll be up in an hour or so, I’m almost done.” You said with a tired smile but Nancy didn’t budge.

“You didn’t eat anything at dinner, you’ve been down here every night, you’re not gonna get behind if you sleep. You can sleep with me, Robin’s already up there.” Nancy said sweetly, holding her hand out to you.

“Nancy, I said-” Blinding pain explodes from behind your eyes, causing you to cry out, clutching your head in your hands.

Blood drips from your nose onto your psych book as Nancy rushes forward .

Somewhere a clock chimes.

“I have to reschedule Next Friday's session Professor Creel, I’m going away from the weekend.” You said, sitting down and taking out your notebook.

Funny, you couldn’t remember where you’d left off the last session, or the one before that.

“No, I don’t think you will.” Professor Creel said simply, sitting down in front of you.

“I’m sorry?”

The clock chimes and you sit straight up, unable to move.

Something’s wrong, this is wrong, you need this to stop.

“You will not miss a session, you will do as I instruct when I instruct. To be a truly great scholar you need to give up everything and everyone or you will continue to be the failure you are now. Say it, say that you are a failure.” Creel whispered and you opened your mouth wide.

“I am a failure.”

“Again.”

“ I am-”

The sound of a car pulling up playing metal music breaks you of a fog and you blink rapidly at your professor.

“I’m sorry Professor, did you say something?” You asked innocently, confused as to why the man was glaring at you but his office door swung open and you both snapped your heads to look at Steve.

“Shit, I’m sorry! All done, babe?” Steve asked, sounding quite the opposite of sorry and instead of waiting for an answer all but pulled you out of your chair, slipping your bag on his shoulder. You smiled apologetically at your seething yet silent professor, following Steve out to Eddie’s waiting car.

“ There’s my girl, you good angel?” Eddie stuck his head out the window for you to kiss.

“Just a little tired but I’m good, I promise.” You said with a yawn.

“Does he always do that?” Steve said, jerking his head up at the window where Professor Creel stood, looking down at you all.

“He’s really protective of his students, it’s really sweet.” You said automatically and slipped into the backseat.

You fell asleep on the short car ride home, Steve carrying you up the stairs into the house before Eddie took you the rest of the way to your room.

“Is she okay?” Nancy asked from her place on the couch, arm around Robin who’s eyes followed your sleeping form as Eddie carried you up the stairs.

“Yeah, just tired, all that tutoring shit, you know? I don’t think I’ve seen anyone study that much before, not even you Nance.” Steve said, sinking down on the opposite couch. Robin looked back at the stairs, worry passing over her features long enough for Steve to notice.

“Robin, you okay?” Steve asked.

“Could you hand me her bag? She said I could borrow her tutoring notes any time I needed them.” Robin said and with a shrug Steve handed Robin the bag and Robin dug through it.

“No snooping, Robin.” Steve said, half serious, half concerned as she rummaged through your bag, pulling out your notebook.

“She gave me this notebook the last time I asked and it was empty. I thought maybe she had just given me the wrong notebook but it’s the same one, she labeled it, sometimes I think she loves that label-maker more than us.” Robin said, opening the notebook to show Steve and Nancy.

“He’s been tutoring her for a month now, how can there be no notes? That doesn’t make any sense.” Nancy said, looking over Robin’s shoulder as she flipped through the pages, running her fingers over what looked like the remnants of ripped out pages.

“What doesn’t make sense?” Eddie asked, flopping down on the couch besides Steve.

“Her notebook’s empty. She’s been meeting with Creel four times a week every week, studying for his class when she’s not with him and he did not seem fucking happy when I interrupted them earlier.” Steve said.

“ How’s there nothing written down? If he’s not tutoring her than what the fuck is he doing with her?” Eddie asked, mind already going to places that made him feel sick.

“Unless there is something written down and we just can’t see it.” Robin said quietly, picking up the notebook and getting up off the couch and running into the kitchen.

“Robin?” Nancy called out, getting off the couch to follow her with Eddie and Steve on her heels.

“You wanna fill us in, Buckley?” Steve asked, watching Robin rummage through the kitchen until she found a pencil.

“I needed more light, there are words here, she’s been writing something but the pages have been ripped out, maybe by her, maybe by Creel, but if my theory is correct then this should tell us what we need to know.” Robin said, rubbing the pencil over the seemingly blank paper, and words lifted up.

“Robin, you are a goddamn genius.” Nancy kissed Robin on the top of her head before they all leaned over the notebook to see what had been written there.

It was one sentence, over and over again.

It will all be over soon.

“What does that mean? What does that fucking mean?” Steve asked, voice rising in volume as Robin rubbed the pencil over the next page and still the same sentence imprinted in the paper came up.

Eddie backed away from the table slowly, his face a mixture of fear and rage.

“Where are you going?” Nancy asked.

“To wake her up and ask.” Eddie said, voice low and stomped towards the stairs.

“Wait, we can ask her when she wakes up, she hasn’t slept in days.” Nancy said, quickly following after Eddie only to bump into his back as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, his hand shaking on the railing, face tilted upwards.

“Eddie, what are you looking at-

Nancy’s unfinished question made Robin and Steve race out of the kitchen and to the stairs, a small scream escaped from Robin’s mouth as she looked up to see what Eddie and Nancy’s eyes were fixed on.

Eyes open and staring into nothing, you were standing completely still on top of the third floor railing.

I feel like this isn't that good but I'm sharing it anyway! Enjoy!

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚞

#the fruity four #the fruity four x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #dark academia au

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qqueenofhades · 1 year

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(from his birthday insta posts the other day) ((yes I like sharing these with you))

What an UTTER and TREMENDOUSLY UNACCEPTABLE DINGUS.

(That salt and pepper/glasses thing is such a look and also such a Professor Hob vibe on him. Hnngh. Go away, Ferdinand. You suck.)

#slytempest #ask #ferdinand kingsley #yes this man is only 6 months older than me #he is a DORK good god why must he personally victimise me in this fashion

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professor-bab · 1 month

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I MISSED THE 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF PROFESSOR BAB HELLO HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU DINGUS IDIOT I'LL GET BACK TO YOU EVENTUALLY

#1 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone #out of character

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slasheru · 8 months

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Each romanceable (and archibald) is given a dog or cat (depending on their preference). What are they naming the creature

SAWYER: Something like, weirdly dignified. Wilbur?? Orville?? Hamish?? Sawyer's pet DEFINITELY has a human name. .....Not in that way.

LAILA: The most Cat Fancy ass name you have EVER HEARD. Mr. Wobbles. Dr. Fluffernut. Professor Dingus. Her Majesty the Preen, etc. Lady Mousemurders. Empress Whiskers

HEX: Hex would get SO ANXIOUS over picking the perfect name for the puppy/kitty and would like, try to get it to name itself, as it prefers. (Which it can't, unfortunately, unless you get REALLY lucky. Uh, somehow.) He wouldn't want to project anything on the baby, after all! ....Eventually he ends up naming his dog Buddy and his cat also Buddy.

TATE: Tate is a cat guy if he had to have one, but it'd be like, a stray/loose cat on campus that he'd be repeatedly feeding. He'd give it a secret name, and wouldn't tell anyone. Scratchy?? Francis?? Maybe something horror-related like Wes?? It'd be a secret between him and John Wat-purrs, the Cat

JUNO: Oh god Juno has been waiting for this THEIR ENTIRE LIFE. You're looking at a BONECHURNER REX or a DESTROYER OF WORLDS or a DREAD CTHULU or a CRUSHER, especially if it was the smallest cutest pet in the world. IMPERATOR BONEFLAYER

ARCHIBALD: Oh my god Archibald's cat would be at least as grumpy as he is, but MIGHT be the sweetest little cuddlemonster in the world. No in-between. Its name would be Princess, regardless of gender, and he'd let it eat the scraps from the coffee shop :')

#slasher u #asks #slasher u lore #sawyer ferguson #laila velasquez #juno park #hexecutioner #tate mcgillicutty

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lightvsdark18 · 1 year

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Some responses to voicelines (Sebek)

Come, human. Get a good look at Malleus's visage.

*Narrows eyes in confusion*

I'd initially dismissed you as merely another human. I never dreamed I could come to rely on you like this. You never fail to amaze.

And you never fail to annoy me.

School Uniform

Quickly, to class! There's not a moment to waste!

Please don't yell.

I've decided to spend the day observing you, to ensure there's no chance of you doing anything to cross Malleus. Don't even think of running.

Sebek, leave me alone.

What? My voice is too loud?! I resent that! It is YOU whose voice is too quiet!!!

How about now!? Is my voice loud enough!?

P.E. Uniform

I could show you my training regimen ...if you can keep up, that is.

Not interested.

I'll be your opponent, if you wish.

I don't.

Why are you hunched over like some sort of back-alley ruffian? Hold your head high and straighten out your posture!

Dude, I'm tired. I'll stand straight when I'm less tired.

You want to play soccer together?

No.

Labwear

You look tired! I'll show you a trick to maintain your focus.

(Emotionless) Hm.

This is a brew from Lilia: an incredible concoction that provides you with the nutrients of beef, fish, vegetables, AND fruit all at once!

Interesting.

Stop tugging on my sleeves. You're going to embarrass me in front of Malleus!

("Honey, you can do that on your own.")

Would you care to share a book recommendation with me? I'll give it a read tonight.

I haven't read a lot of books, so I don't think I can give you a good recommendation.

Ceremonial Robes

Hmph. I suppose you clean up well enough, yourself.

Just say I look nice.

Have you seen Malleus? I haven't been able to reach him. I hope it's not happening again…

Hoping what's not happening again?

No matter how wary I am, Lilia always catches me from behind. There, you see? He's behind me now.

He's keeping you on your toes.

Stop whispering. If you've got something to say, then say it loud and clear!

Sebek! Quiet! The professors are speaking, you dingus.

Outdoor Wear

If I make a good showing, Malleus might bestow a compliment on me. Hey, record keeper! Don't take your eyes off me!

*Purposely looks away*

I may have amassed too much food... Hm? What is it, human? You want some, don't you? The greedy gleam in your eye gives you away.

Excuse me for being hungry.

Halloween

Jack-o'-lanterns in Briar Valley are made of wood. They are harder to carve than pumpkins, and posed quite a challenge in my youth.

Why wood though?

I shall teach you all what TRUE horror is!

I rather you not.

Ugh. Humans. Your timid approach won't scare anyone. Watch, I'll show you how it's done!

*Sighs*

#twisted wonderland #twst voicelines #sebek zigvolt

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throwing-roses-into-the-abyss · 1 year

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the little "dingus bird" sounds a LOT like a specific sound on the bridge of the enterprise in star trek tos

and now I really, really want the professor to be rescued by starfleet

#puppet history #I'm gonna go ahead and assume that's not what the sound is #but it sounds like it to me lmao

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koro-is-caffeinated · 2 years

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I'm being a dingus so like,, what if Professor had some funky pronouns.

Like,,, uh,, He/they/Þei/il

Also I'm a Bones the Snowman being a He/it/that truther sue me

#Franken!ph #Idk. Just a thought #🦇🫀

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baronlovesblogging · 1 year

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Chapter 1: The first Incident

Backpack strapped onto shoulder, suitcase in hand, Mike was ready to take on his sophomore year of college. At least, that’s what the pamphlets he received in the mail during summer break had instructed him to be.

Truth be told, Mike was, indifferent. His freshman year had slumped, consisting of late-night study sessions, high caffeine levels, and cramped dorms. None of which had been expected, by Mike, the party and a majority of the other freshmen he’d met that’d first semester of college. Who’d spent their early years dreaming, fueled by television, of the exciting freedom that’d it brings.

To say the workload tossed on him had been overwhelming was an understatement, he’d chewed through so many pencils he thought he’d need braces if he kept going on like that.

But the work, apathetic professors and moldy dorms weren’t even the dealbreaker for such a place.

No, the worst part was, that college was boring.

The whole party had planned to start anew, as they’d have a fresh, clean slate to build new identities off of for themselves paired with a vague understanding of purpose they’d gained from their respective majors. Alas, their hobbies had reeled them back in, if you will, having found a group of fellow DnD enthusiasts, eager to write new campaigns and follow interesting journeys.

Now, college was very different from high school in a social regard, but essentially when a group of nerds form, there isn’t much room for partying, most of that time spent planning and organizing alongside school work. In short, the party didn’t get much action out of their first year, specifically the party, Max and El seemed to have no problem getting settled into the “college lifestyle” fairly quickly, occasionally dragging Lucas along certain endeavors.

So that left a determined Mike, Will and Dustin, ready to turn the tables on this new year around, planning to make a name for themselves in their whereabouts.

Which is exactly what Mike is planning to do, so here he is, backpack strapped onto his shoulder, suitcase in hand, ready (is he really?) for the new year, to make something of himself.

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Walking into his new apartment alongside Will, Mike found that there is a certain privilege that comes with being an upperclassman. The party had been giving two apartments, both adjacent to one another, a true blessing considering the number of students in the building. There were no shared bathrooms, which was a substantial upgrade. Upon entering into Mike and Will’s dorm room, he was greeted with the light coming from a round topped window next to an open kitchen with white, rustic cabinets.

Squinting, “C’mon, Byers, hurry up” Mike shouted across the room as if Will wasn’t a few meters behind. “I’m comin’, I’m comin” absent-mindedly hummed Will, fumbling with his bag as it was riding on his forearm, approaching slowly into the room, finally looking up to take in the set-in front of them “Woah” Will stood in awe taking in the well-lit room, seeing the space around them.

“I dunno, I feel like it could be better” Mike exclaimed, looking around, “I don’t see any connecting door to Lucas and Dustin’s dorm” he added unhappily. Examining the empty rooms and taking in the new-apartment aroma, Will playfully tapped him on the arm, adding “Shut up dingus, you're so picky, look around it’s great.”

Sticking his tongue out, Mike defends “I’m not picky, I just want the best, who knows with our budget we might be staying here until graduation!” Moving closer to the wall, seemingly tapping at it cautiously “I don’t want the paint chipping off, or anything”

Raising his eyebrow, Will scoffs “Seriously, Mike? I’ve seen you literally chip the paint off on purpose at our dorm last year! Now your talkin’ about the quality of our home?” Smirking, Mike adds “Yeah, what if I am? I want our homelife to be perfect,” noticing the quick blush that formed on Will’s cheeks he adds “This whole year has to be perfect for us—for all of us, and I just know it will be.” He resumes inspecting the paint on the walls.

Shaking his head, and hiding the little smile on his face Will says “Oh hush, your just being difficult to be difficult like you always do.”

Feigning mock offence, and turning around, Mike scoffs “Me? Be difficult? On purpose? No,” raising a hand to his heart and turning away from Will, putting on a dramatic show of false anger, “I don’t know how you could possibly insinuate such a thing!”

Rolling his eyes, despite being clearly amused Will says “Yeah, whatever man, I want to set up my room”

Springing back into action, Mike exclaims “-I call dibs on the room closest to the door,” grabbing his suitcase, marching into the room next to them, “In case of a fire, I’m covered.” ending by closing the door.

“Yeah, Yeah, you’ll be screwed, I’m next to the window!” Mike hears through the door. And now all Mike must do is get settled in for a new year.

Mike is finally done moving in, and it only took him what felt like three hours (it was an hour and a half at most). Feeling accomplished, he decides to explore the space, finding what there is to offer. He starts by heading to the entrance to recreate the effect of walking in for the first time, which to his surprise, works.

The entrance opens into a bit of a hallway, veering into the open kitchen with a kitchen island right in the middle of it, made of what he thinks is marble. To the right of the entrance, the bathroom; Next to the bathroom, Mike’s room (which he will regret choosing as he can hear every footstep made in the corridor separated by a devastatingly thin wall). Finally, to the left of the kitchen resides Will’s room (a better choice).

Done poking around, the Raveonette decides to pester Will some more, goal in mind is to get Will to visit Lucas and Dustion with him, seemingly incapable of going anywhere without Will by his side. Knocking on the door, because, Mike still has some manners here, come on, what is he? A toddler? “Will, you done unpacking in there?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Let’s go to Dustin’s” Mike exclaims, decidedly leaving no option for the other boy

“I’m so tired, though Mike”

“Oh, come on, they’re right next door!” Mike pouts, even though Will can’t even see it, yet may be able to sense it, judging on his response.

“Ugh, fine-- I was planning on taking a nap you know, just let me-” Mike opens the door,

Will is shirtless. “-Get a shirt on” he says, cheeks flaming.

“Sorry!” He shuts the door, quickly, face growing hotter by the second. He’s always known Will sleeps shirtless; however, he’d never seen it. Will’s confidence spurt had come in recent years, and it ran so short he put one back on at daybreak . Though it shouldn’t matter, and doesn’t, it was simply unexpected, which is why he’d shut the door so quickly.

“It’s fine” Will said, voice even and steady.

“Yeah-yeah take your time man, I’ll be waiting at the door” Mike cringed at how high pitched his voice had gotten. Why had it done that?

After a couple minutes, Will emerged from his room, fully changed. “Can’t believe I’m missing out on a perfectly good nap, right now”

“Oh, come on, it’s way too early to be sleeping, it’s like,” Mike checks his watch, “3pm! Besides- you’ll just nap in there; don’t you want to see their dorm?”

“Yeah of course I do! Tomorrow”

“Tomorrow , is not now” Mike retorted, opening the door, and ushering Will out into the corridor.

“You're lucky they’re right next door” Will mumbled, knocking on said door.

Seconds later, Dustin opens the door, a bright smile shining on his face as he looks up and sees the two.

“Hey man,” Dustin exclaims, greeting them in a quick hug, “Haven’t seen you guys in forever!”

“Yeah no, it’s felt like years” Will comments,

“It’s been so long, can we come inside, and uh, catch up? Mike says, already shuffling inside.

“Sure, make yourselves at home” Dustin closes the door and points them both inside, “Wanna quick tour?”

“Sure!” The two boys say.

Pointing to the right of them, Dustin explains “Well, uh here’s the kitchen, it has an island and stuff which is way better than last year,” Mike notes that the apartment was vastly different from theirs as the layout was completely different and there were no windows to be found. Making a grand gesture with his hands, “Front of us, you can find my humble, living quarters, sitting next to the luxurious bathroom, and then there’s Lucas’s room, I guess,” He chuckles “I got first pick so I don’t have to be next to the hallway.”

“Asshol!e” Lucas shouts through his room

“Get quicker dumbass!”

Lucas opens his door, moving past the group and settling on to the couch next to the door, Dorito bag in hand “Hey, it’s not my fault you're the one who had the keys, therefore blocking me from observing the premises, casing the joint if you will.”

Moving next to him, Will comments “Hey it’s okay, Mike got first pick and ending up taking the loud room too, so if you feel like a dumbass, Mike’s here to top you.”

“Hey, my rooms bigger, so there’s that.” Mike defends

“Does your room have a window?”

“Well, not exactly—But I have posters, and this really great light,”

“Mm, yeah, I see,” Will rests his head on his hand, peering up at Mike with this smug ass look on his face. Everyone’s chuckling around him, at his undeniable obliviousness, and Mike feels the embarrassment rise in his cheeks, “Yeah, whatever, man,” He runs his hands through his hair, “At least I’m next to the kitchen.”

“I’m next to the kitchen too, Mike,” It’s Dustin who first erupts into laughter, then Lucas followed by Will. And screw him if he follows as well, with everyone laughing around him, pretty smile and closed eyes, hairs dusting the tip of his forehead-

Wiping tears from his eyes Lucas sighed “Man, I’m hungry, you guys up for some pizza?”

“Sure,” The boys exclaimed, Mike chirps in “So who’s gonna pay for it?”

“Not me!”

“Nope!”

“Definitely not!”

Lucas stares, shocked at all their willingness to throw him under the bus, “Oh come on, I totally paid last time,” He looks over to Will, “And Will never pays-- He always gets out of it somehow.”

“Thats so not true-” Mike retorts

“It so is, because you’re always making excuses for him.’ Dustin nods in agreement.

“No, I’m not—and Dustin, when was the last time you paid, huh?” Dustin pulls the finger on him, “Last week dipshit!”

“Yeah-he’s not making excuses.” Will adds.

“He’s making excuses for you right now, Will.” Dustin comments.

“Oh hush, Will you know damn well I’m telling the truth.” Lucas turns to the phone, effectively pulling Will up off the couch with him, “Go on, make the order, extra pepperoni, like usual.”

“And no pineapple!”

“Bullshit!” Mike scoffed. Despite his pouting, Will pulls the phone from the receiver, typing in the number from the college-owned establishment. “Yes hi- may I have two large pepperonis please? - extra pepperoni,” Mike can hear the low murmur of an employee from the phone, “Any drinks?”

“Coke.”

“Coke”

“Uh, four cokes please- Thank you, and have a nice day,” Will informs the employee of their address, places the phone back in the receiver, and everyone, except Mike, claps.

“Alright, alright, don’t make a big deal out of it, come on let’s watch a movie.”

The party decides to watch Day of the Dead, as it’s one of the only tapes they decided to bring with them from home, becoming one of it’s not-so-long-standing traditions: pizza alongside a movie. Not deferring too far from old times. They all decide to go to Mike and Will's dorm, after Mike rambling about how much more space there was, really it was not particularly different; eventually they all mosey on over next door, crowding onto the couch by Mike's door and his beanbag, stolen by Lucas.

Mike and Will are crowded together on the couch, Dustin on their left. Lucas loving the space he had acquired, elbows free.

They’re all but thirty minutes into the movie when they realize they fucked up on switching rooms : the pizza was being delivered to another dorm. Despite it being right next door, Will shuffles out the room, wallet in hand. Minutes later he returned with their food and drinks, face tinted pink, looking fairly flustered, Mike wanted to question it, but was interrupted by yet another applause given by Lucas and Dustin. Clearly being too starving to care, or rather they just hadn’t noticed.

The party ate and ate and ate, being so hungry after such a long moving day. The movie continued, Dustin making snide comments about the characters actions every so often, despite watching the movie countless times. Movie after movie, he grew increasingly silent, much to Mike’s delight. Not to be rude or anything- he just could not really stand when people chattered during movies.

Man, Will was sure right about being tired, because here he was, dozing off on his shoulder, starting to drift into sleep. His arm was dangerously close to falling asleep too, but he didn’t have the heart to remove it.

Time passed, eventually Lucas and Dustin couldn’t stand to keep in another yawn and decided to leave, getting ready for the next day. Will was still asleep, on the precipe of resting his head on Mike’s lap. Inching away, slowly, he tries to scooch out of his grasp, resting Will’s head on the coach.

Mike is this close to his room to grab blankets and pillows-- for Will, when he hears from behind him “Mike?”

“Yeah?” Mike says, voice soft and sweet like honey.

“Where are you going? Where did everyone go?” Will sits up, wiping the sleep from his eyes, hair mussed from drowsiness.

“They left, and you fell asleep- so I went to get you blankets and stuff, I didn’t want to wake you up, I’m sorry”

“’S okay,” He slurs his words, “I think, I'll just stay here for a bit” He can see Wil’s lids growing heavy again--he’s starting to, oh god, Will is starting to fall back onto the couch.

“Woah, woah hey, Will,” Mike’s walking over to him now, grabbing him by his shoulders, keeping him steady “Come on, I’ll carry you to your room,’

“M’kay,” Will slurs. When did he get so, heavy? Not in a bad way, of course-Will is all broad shoulders and big figure now, which he had first noticed in high school, yeah, but now, it was devastatingly obvious. He hoists his arm over his shoulder, leads him back into his room, his bed, safely tucking him in for the night, (Night? He checks his watch, it was already ten pm, and they had been watching movies for seven whole hours.) Mike reaches for the light switch, murmuring a quick “Goodnight,” skidding back into his own room.

Mike awoke to find his blankets far too thin and far too cold, his nose was chilled, and all around, he was freezing. Shivering, he rose from his bed to find a sweater, and get that shit now. Isn’t there a heater in this shithole? Throwing a sweater on, Mike silently leaves his room to find a heater, or anything, losing his train of thought when he finds Will, sitting at the island. He doesn’t turn around, maybe he didn’t hear him.

“Hey,” Will pipes up, and turns around quickly.

“Hi-oh my god, you scared me, Mike.” Will sighed.

“Sorry, it’s just, it’s so early, and cold why are you awake?” Mike knew he wasn’t a big fan of the cold. He went around the island for the fridge, grabbing a bottled water and turning back to Will.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Will stated, eyes lidded and twirling something in his hands. What was that?

“Another nightmare?” Mike asked, really hoping that wasn’t the case.

“No, no not exactly,” Will sighs “Come on, you must be hungry, you should eat.”

Mike stays standing for a beat staring when he remembers he does in fact, have to respond, ‘Yeah, yeah uh, I don’t know what to eat.”

“Here, have some cereal, it’s the packaged version though.” He hands Mike a small, plastic cup.

Mike groaned “Ugh, I hate the packaged ones.”

Will sighed “I know.”

“The flavor just isn’t the same,” Mike went to sit on the stool next to Will, reaching for the milk. Will’s still fidgeting, he asks “Hey, what’s that?”

Will’s face flushes, what? “Oh, it’s nothing just, yesterday, the pizza guy, uh, sort of, gave me his number, and an address for this party tonight. It’s supposed to be this big thing to start the year off.” He glances back at Mike, who’s still eyeing the note, “It’s nothing though, we don’t even have to go- I mean it’d be fun, yeah, but like let’s bring the idea by Luas and Dustin y’know? To see if they want to come, I don’t want to go alone.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure a party would be fun,” Mike tears his eyes from the note to look back at Will, “Why did he give you, his number?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe cause I’m just super-hot and all that, it doesn’t matter, really, because I’m not interested.”

“Oh. Cool,” Mike’s face scrunches up, confused, “Wait, why not? Was he just not all that attractive? Or are your standards that high?”

Will giggles and takes another scoop of his cereal, “No it’s because I’m in college and need to be focused on my studies right now,” He peers back up at Mike “So, we up for the party? We still need to run it by Lucas and Dustin, but I’d hardly imagine they’d refuse”

“Yes!” Mike clears his throat, when had it gotten so dry? “Yeah, let’s go, we sure need this, yesterday was fun and all but-”.

“We need to expand our social circle? Start exploring a bit? Not stay in our own world?”

Mike smiles,“Yeah, something like that.”

The party was, underwhelming, to say the least. It was held in a rather large apartment, you could call it a townhouse, not too far from theirs. They were greeted by a rather tall, broad-shouldered fellow, quickly, stumbling a bit as he returned to his friends. Unsure of what to do, the party decided to snoop a bit, Lucas made a point to say they were “casing the joint” which he’d taken a liking to say. The place had a second floor and an actual living room, which was a step up from theirs. For their first party, it wasn’t too bad. There was low, punk music playing in the background, setting the mood for what otherwise was a lame setting.

At the very least, there was food and alcohol, situated on the kitchen island, which had them skipping over to the kitchen counter in a couple of seconds, ready to grab a cup of the cool spiked punch. Lucas was the first to break the news.

“This party blows, man.”

“Oh hush, it’s not that bad, we just don’t know anyone,” Dustin interjected, scanning the room for potential friends; he pats him on the shoulder, taking him with him “come on let’s introduce ourselves”. Mike heard a faint mumble of what sounded like a “Fine”’ from Lucas before they marched out of the kitchen, leaving Will and Mike alone.

“Well, I guess it’s just us, now,”

Will nodded, “We have two plans approach someone, or wait for them to come to us,” Before Mike could respond, the ladder happened. A medium, sized blond, was walking towards them, hair tossed, like he’d been playing with it. He looked over at Will, who’s cheeks have been tinted with a light pink.

“Hey, Gabriel, uh thanks for inviting m-, us I brought my friends, I hope you don’t mind,” Will stammered.

“No, I uh don’t mind at all, as long as you're here,” He ruffled his hair.What? Who was this guy? Oh, this is the person that gave Will his number, that he’s not interested in whatsoever, or so he said, it didn’t even matter. Mike didn’t care.

Will glanced over at Mike, “Mike, this is, Gabriel,” He leans over to his ear, “The guy I told you about,” and yeah, Mike got that much, judging by how quickly Will's demeanor changed.

“Oh, cool- cool, Hi,” He holds out his hand, “I’m Mike, as you may have guessed, I-Uh, Nice to meet you.”

Gabriel chuckles and takes Mike’s hand in his, giving it a good shake, “Nice to meet you too, Mike,” He turns his direction to Will, “So, I’m glad you came, Will, y’know for a second there I thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

“Lucky for you, I always keep my promises,” Will replies, and Mike doesn’t like the tone in Will’s voice, the way he steps a bit closer to Gabriel. In fact, he feels a bit sick; he supposes it’s due to the punch. Naturally, of course, he takes another big swig of the drink. Then another, and another. He finishes the cup.

“I’d like to see you keep your word,” He smiles, and ruffles his hair again, seriously, how much does he do that? Why, or rather how did his hair manage to stay in place? He adds more punch to his drink. “So,”

Mike doesn’t hear the rest, a warm buzz infiltrating his mind as he takes yet another sip from his cup, “..you alright?”

What?

“What?”

“I said, Mike are you alright?” Will asked, concern washing over his face, reaching his hand onto Mike’s shoulder, stepping a bit into his space.

“Yeah, yeah no I’m fine, I’ll leave you guys to it, y’know chattin’ it up,” Shut up, Mike “I- I’m going to go find Lucas and Dustin.”

He doesn’t wait for a response as he rushes out of the room- not before he refills his cup once again hastily, already drinking more as he stumbles towards his friends.

“So, there’s this really cool diner across from our appartement buil-”

“Hey guys, what- what's good,” He stumbles a bit, the alcohol clearly getting to him despite the short amount of time that had passed. The whole group looks at him and takes his appearance by surprise, he’s clearly the only person out of his mind at a “party” like this.

“Woah there, Mike, you’re like, gone,” Lucas commented, grappling onto Mike to keep him steady.

“Like way gone, dude” Dustin adds.

“Really? Cause I feel fine, tubular, if you will, so uh who’s all of these guys?

“Right, yeah, no better time to introduce yourself when you’re beat drunk,” Lucas mumbled, Dustin shoved him with his elbow.

“If you could call it introducing, anyway you remember Max and El, yeah?” So much for expanding their social circle.

“If he’s sobered enough to remember us,” Max piped in, El snorted. Dustin ignored the two.

“And this is Robin as well, she went to Hawkins High too, but was an upperclassman, so we didn’t really know her.” Mike didn’t really know Robin well, but he was glad they attended the same college as them, though it was just a state away from Hawkins, making it common.

“Oh! Hey El, Max, Robin,” Mike smiled and leaned into Dustin.

“Uh hey, you look wasted,” Robin said, rather bluntly, in Mike's opinion

“Me? Wasted? No.” He starts to push more and more of his weight into Dustin, effectively leaning Dustin over, too.

“Mhm,” Max turned to look at El, who had the same, unbelieving look on her face.

Dustin clears his throat, shoving Mike off a bit, and he stumbles, “Anyway, as I was saying, this really nice diner is across from our appartement, I was thinking we could all go sometime?”

The rest of the bunch muttered in agreement, continuing their conversation with ease. Mike tried to stay present in the chat, he really did. But every so often he’d glance back at Will, chatting carelessly with Gabriel, smiling and laughing, looking-

Oh my god, he was looking directly at Will, eyes meeting and everything. He all but held it for a couple seconds, quickly turning back to the group set before him. A couple minutes passed and he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned around and, oh fuck him, it was Will. Will with Gabriel behind him.

“Hey, Mike? It’s getting pretty late and I think I’d like to go home, Gabriel is gonna walk me back home, okay?”

Of course, he is.

“Mike?”

Shit, he forgot to respond, again.

“Ye-” Mike fell forward, and the room spun, and everything was black around him, when had he gotten so sick? He felt hands on him, picking him up.

“Told you, couldn’t even last a couple minutes,” Mike faintly heard, from Max of course. All these years and she kept up that snarky, sarcastic attitude.

“Oh Mike, you’ve had too much to drink,” Will said, placing him on the couch, and everything felt oddly hazy, all of a sudden,“Here, let me get you some water,” Will marched over back to the kitchen, hastily grabbing a cup and filling it with water from a jug. He promptly returned, handing the cup over to him, bringing it to his lips.

“Thanks,” Mike said, though muffled due to the cup being in his mouth.

A muttered “No problem” from Will and they were, off, without Gabriel (Thank God), Will had decided to bring Mike home, to get him sobered up. The water Will had given him wasn’t effective, the alcohol was most definitely still in his system, buzzed thoughts, coming every now and then; like, out here, in the glow of the moon, Will’s hazel eyes glowed, all shades of greens and brown just sparkled in a way that was scary, but so intoxicating. Out here, it all felt like a dream, like it wasn’t even real, due to the string of alcohol affecting his brain.

With no sobriety here to pull him out of such thoughts, they came and went, like waves crashing onto a beach. The disadvantage to having such thoughts come and go, though, was that his low sobriety affected his brain-to-mouth-filter, which is what led to where they are now, because Will looked at him, with his hazel eyes, arms around his shoulders, face so close he could feel his warm breath on his forehead, steadily carrying (or trying to, at least) Mike back home. They were all but a mere block away from their apartment complex when Mike’s face leaned into Will’s warm neck, muttering a “You’re so pretty, Will,” before completely dozing, right there, peacefully in the glow of the streetlights and the moon and Will’s eyes, in his arms.

#byler #please go follow my ao3 @baroncanwrite #byler in college #the tags are on my ao3 #chapter 2 is basically out I just finished writing it #excuse the spelling erros i may have missed

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