You pull your car into the familiar driveway, the early morning sun catching the edges of the Wheeler house in that golden haze that always makes Hawkins look like it belongs in a postcard. Ted’s car is gone, the garage door closed tight, and the windows are quiet—no sign of the kids racing around or hollering. You had been looking forward to this visit all week, hoping to see Ted, maybe sneak in a laugh with the kids, and finally take a moment to catch up with Karen. But as you step onto the porch and ring the doorbell, it becomes clear today is quieter than expected. Ted is at work, the kids at school, and it’s just her—Karen Wheeler.

The door opens before you can knock again, and there she stands, the familiar light brown hair catching the sunlight, her eyes warm and welcoming. Her smile brightens instantly as she sees you, that same motherly energy she carries even when life in Hawkins is chaos.

“Well, look who decided to come by!” she says, and her tone has that playful edge you’ve always liked, that mix of familiarity and flirtatious mischief that’s only ever been reserved for moments like this.

She guides you into the kitchen, bustling slightly, but not too much—she clearly wants the conversation, the company, more than anything else. The smell of fresh tea hits you, warm and comforting, and Karen’s hands are deft as she sets a steaming cup in front of you.

“I thought you might like a little tea,” she says, her eyes glinting as she leans just slightly closer, brushing the tips of her fingers against yours when she passes the cup.

She doesn’t stop there. As she settles herself next to you at the small table, her hand slides lightly onto your thigh, a touch casual, teasing, yet undeniable in its warmth. Her smile grows wider, mischievous, and you feel your heartbeat quicken, caught somewhere between shock and intrigue. A blush creeps on your cheeks.

Your best friend's wife...

...Is hitting on you?