A/N: this story will be under going a name change to Destiny

Joan was feeling particularly nosey opening all the cabinets and drawers to the motor home while humming her favorite songs from her time. She had gotten to see Halestorm just a couple years back back and the memory of the band was still strong. As fond as she had grown to the classics of the decade, she heavily missed the punk influenced music of her own time.

The wardrobe opened up to a surprising sight that had Joan cackling as she ran outside the home with her prize in hand.

"Wow Ah-Joan, finally decided to come help prepare for our survival?" Steve asked sarcastically as she came over with a smirk on her face and showed off the acoustic guitar in one hand and bottle of whiskey in the other, the objects clicking together since her wrists were still latched. "Ah yes, molotov guitar? Gonna kill Vecna with your horrendous singing?"

"Fun fact, Eddie and I broke up because he and his band mates had tried to get me to sing in front of people after telling me I sounded good." Joan shrugged her shoulders as she heard Eddie trip over himself at the announcement. "Had a whole plan to embarrass me."

"B-because we thought you had bullied Gareth!" Eddie blurted out in defense of his honor, with Dustin underneath him struggling to get the upper hand in their wrestling. "It was, like, brocode!"

"Oh no, totally fair. I get it." Joan agreed with a nod of her head, while turning to prevent Steve from nabbing the bottle to make it into a Molotov. "No no no, this one is for drinking. If you really want to cause some shit, mix some gasoline and styrofoam."

"Joan, seriously? Now is not the time- aaaaand she's gone..." Steve rubbed his face and covered his mouth, deep in thought as he shook his head. "How am I going to put up with two of them?!"

Joan rushed outside with various glasses and fumbled around to fill them up with less than a fifth of whiskey, before forcing the guitar into Eddie's hands with narrowed eyes and withheld his ability to say no. "Remember the song I told you I made up and made you learn?"

Eddie let out a resigned sigh and allowed his fingers to play on the fretboard, getting a feeling for the instrument while grumbling out that yes, he knew what she was talking about. It had simple chords and progression, and he had been severely tempted to turn it into his song.

"Well, I lied. Not my song, but it's my favorite band from my time and my voice might be pretty bleh, but I've never drank alcohol before, there's a slight possibility I might not make it past tonight, and how many people get to say they got to give their dad his first drink?"

"...there are so many things wrong there that I don't even know where to begin." Robin decided to be the spokesman for the group, but grabbed a glass anyways with a sigh. "But sure, I'm for corruption. Nancy you literally just showed a six year old how to saw off a shotgun, don't look at me like that."

"I'm twelve!"

Eventually Nancy relented and picked up one of her own with a defeated sigh, while Eddie continued to silent strum the melody on the guitar. Lucas and Max already had their glasses, and Joan had already handed Erica a glass of water, because she wasn't that irresponsible.

"Here you go, daddio." Joan snickered as Dustin grabbed the glass with a pained face before looking over at Steve with wagging eyebrows. "It's barely a fifth, uncle Steve."

"...you know, when did peer pressure ever kill anybody." Steve rolled his eyes sarcastically and grabbed the final glass, toasting it up mockingly to the smug brunette with his pinky out. "To whatever bullshit awaits."

"To stabbing evil things!"

"To victory!"

"For safety..."

"In thanks that we could share this time together." Joan finished and shot the glass back, everyone following her lead. Immediately she started coughing, her face scrunched up at the burning feeling and noticed that Dustin was doing the same, only mildly annoyed at how everyone was smirking at the two Henderson's. "Oh no, the Henderson's never drank underaged, how terrible are we!"

"It's almost like we value our underage developing brains more than fitting in." Dustin joined with his middle finger up mostly towards a chortling Steve. "Screw off."

"Hey, 'nother fun fact." Joan said absentmindedly as she looked over the bottle and nearly cried of laughter right there. "This is the only alcoholic drink you have in the house. You drink only when something like super cool happens."

"...I don't know what to do with that information."

"The more you know... Reading rainbow!"

Joan plopped down next to the quiet Eddie Munson with sigh after everyone started to go off to finish their preparations, his fingers still skillfully working the guitar even after all of that. "Do the rings not get uncomfortable?" Joan pondered as she eyed the metal.

"Nah, you get used to them. It's not like they're made of lead or real gold." Eddie smirked over at the brunette and Joan relaxed, finally hearing Eddie talk to her. She hesitated for a only a moment, before resting her head on his shoulder and looked out at the pairs of humans laughing and smiling in the tall grass. "...Hey, Prissy pants."

Joan snorted at the nickname but let out a soft hum of question while she watched Dustin and Lucas run around playing tag with the long sticks, while Max shook her head with a grin on her face.

"...if I, er, if Dustin asked you to stay with him, would-would you?"

That question was at the bottom of her list of being asked right after if she likes hotdogs or tacos more. Because the right answer was tacos, but to Eddie's inquiry she had none. There were just... too many variables. He took her silence as an answer, turning his head away from own her head rested and exhaling.

"Eddie..."

"Are you going to sing or what?" Eddie swallowed before looking down with a breakable smirk at Joan. "Maybe it'll kill Vecna so we don't have to."

"Or at least deafen him enough for defeat." Even their laughs were fake as they tried to comfort each other. "Your gonna have to tell me when to come in cause you and I both know my skill there."

She wasn't a great singer, but she understood the notes and the music, singing the song as she could remember it with a few mumbles to which Eddie would back her up with his own beautiful voice, sending her swooning over and over again.

"...i could listen to you sing for weeks." Joan admitted as Eddie transitioned over to a few metal melodies from Metallica, her head back on the metalhead's shoulders. "Remember who I said to invest in?"

"Banana and macrohard?" Eddie joked and Joan smiled. "Of course."

"Make your own album so that I can make it my number one listened to on my Spotify wrapped."

"...lotta words there that I don't understand. I assume I'll find out somewhere near the turn of the century?"

"...Yeah. Yeah you will."

Song after song Eddie played for the crew as the daytime orchestra slowly transitioned into the nighttime symphonic cadence in the surrounding woodlands. Eventually and reluctantly, Eddie gave the guitar back to Joan, following her into the van as she went to go place it away.

"It'd be against my hardly duties to let such an instrument become tarnished or harmed." Eddie had joked and Joan had accepted it with a giggle, already standing up and reaching out for the neck of the guitar. Her cuffs rattled with every step and the RV seemed to rock with Eddie's, as she leaned over a couch to place the instrument back to its home. "...how are you going to do anything with your hands like that?"

"Psh, well, maybe we'll find bolt cutters or even a damned paper clip." Joan shrugged off the topic and turned to the the metalhead with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Or maybe you'll have a key to the pair in your bedroom and it'll fit mine."

Eddie's face burned red at the insinuation and he stuttered over some kind of comment, but Joan didn't allow him any room to breathe.

"Or maybe we can keep them on and you can show me what it's like to be a real freak." Her voice dropped down low as she stepped into Eddie's personal bubble, looking up at him innocently as her hands came up between them to show off the handcuffs. "Bruises around my wrists are kinda a thing for me, what's a few more?"

"J-Jesus Christ, Joan." Eddie hissed out as he fidgeted in his pants, a wide eyed look on his face. He let out a small help as her fingers latched onto the metal of his belt, tugging him so that he fell forward, arms over her head to keep from crushing the brunette "W-we can't j-just-!"

"I think we can do biology storage room part two..."

"My eyes! My ears!" Dustin screeched from the entrance of the van, dramatically covering his eyes with his hands and turning away from the two while Eddie stumbled away from Joan with a red flush literally on every part of his body. "I can't, I can't!"

"What's wrong?! What's going on?!" Steve demanded as he shoved passed along with Robin and Nancy following with weapons in hands. The older teens assessed the situation quickly, before relaxing their guards and rolling their eyes. "Oh come on, you guys! Can it not wait until after?!"

"In front of your dad too... ballsy." Robin nodded almost impressed as she crossed her arms. "Good thing Dustin doesn't have the shot gun."

"You know, I'm still struggling with family labels and pat tenses in my head." Dustin complained as he refused to turn around to face anyone inside the van. "But when I said you were a brother to me, I didn't mean in that sense!"

"...would you mean like a son?" Steve corrected helpfully, sending Dustin into a fit and following him out of the van to continue torturing him with the topic. "I'm just sayin, if that's your daughter from the future, then—"

Joan and Eddie made eye contact as the arguing continued and small grins broke out followed by chuckled as they followed outside, Eddie gesturing for Joan to exit first.

"Ah, someone learned how to be a gentleman." Joan mocked as he exited in reference to the time she had driven him to the store. "I'm impressed."

Eddie only rolled his eyes and the small smirk on his face was the only warning she got before his leg shot out and she tripped to the ground, laughing loudly at the glare sent his way.

"Come on, princess. The days not over yet."

A/N: THREE CHAPTERS AHHHH