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he got something from jasper in him after all

murphy: cheer up buddy!! don’t let one rejection ruin your whole day

jordan: you’re right-

murphy: there’s a good boy

jordan: I’m going to let it ruin my whole life

bellamy: jORDAN NO-

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update i think he likes my friend back i'm miserable 👍👍

pls i want to write for the 100 only because i saw a guy that looked EXACTLY like bellamy at the bus stop and my heart may have skipped a beat but we're fine someone give me something to write AGHSKKSJFJFKDK

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I WAS SO KSDKDKHSJSKDJS PLS I SAW HIM TWICE AND HE SEEMED SO NICE TO EVERYONE AND I GUESS ONE OF MY FRIENDS KNOWS HIM AND SHE'S INTO HIM IDK WHAT TO DO

pls i want to write for the 100 only because i saw a guy that looked EXACTLY like bellamy at the bus stop and my heart may have skipped a beat but we're fine someone give me something to write AGHSKKSJFJFKDK

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pls i want to write for the 100 only because i saw a guy that looked EXACTLY like bellamy at the bus stop and my heart may have skipped a beat but we're fine someone give me something to write AGHSKKSJFJFKDK

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What if the timing was slightly different?

What if Eddie keeps standing, keeps fighting the bats until they are dropping around him, but he stops himself from feeling relieved, because it's too easy, why is it too easy—

The red sky cracks with thunder, and he hears screaming—Dustin, behind him, limping, and Eddie grabs onto his shoulder to hold him up, gasps out an apology while trying to catch his breath, but before they can do anything else, the ground starts to split, vines sprouting from all directions.

More screaming. And across the wasteland, Eddie sees figures running towards them: Nancy and Robin in front, Steve just behind.

And Steve is yelling. “GO!”

Eddie grabs onto Dustin’s wrist and pulls, because Dustin has to make it out of this, they all have to—

And soon, Nancy and Robin are catching up as they all bolt for the trailer, and it’s quicker for them to hold Dustin up, side-by-side, and Eddie lets them take the lead, because being able to watch them run soothes the anxiety in his chest, that if he can see them, see that they’re ahead, then they’re going to be okay, please, please—

But the vines don’t stop and there’s somehow the screech of remaining bats overhead, threatening to dive and pierce their necks, and Jesus Christ, they’re not going to make it.

And then he hears a wrecked scream. “Just. Keep. Running!”

And Eddie’s stomach drops. He knows even then, without having to look.

But of course, he turns. He has to.

Because Steve has stopped running.

And it hits Eddie then, what Steve had meant this whole time. You guys are just decoys.

Because if it came to it, at the end of it all, of course Steve Harrington would do this. Eddie thinks back to that long look, to that nod: Steve’s silent resolve. Rather me, than anyone else.

Time slows. In his peripheral, Eddie sees Nancy, Robin and Dustin scrabble for the trailer door, vines encroaching. But he keeps his eyes fixed on Steve.

Steve, who is breathing heavily, one hand raised, as if in farewell. He raises a foot deliberately, and it’s like Eddie can see it, the terrible, awful outcome right before it’s about to happen, him stepping on a vine and everything turning and gunning for him—

But there’s a moment, before all that. Where it’s just the two of them. Just breathing.

No, Eddie thinks, numbly. He wants, childishly, to roll a die, to start again. But he can’t. He can’t look away from this.

Steve, brilliant, kind, brave Steve, who has made the hardest decision without a second’s thought. Steve who, right before he does the unthinkable, catches Eddie’s eye—

And smiles.

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Lightning in a bottle

— pairings: robin buckley x nancy wheeler; johnathan byers x nancy wheeler (mentioned)

— a.n.: i loved writing this!! i thought about giving them a bad ending but my sapphic ass want ronance to be the happy, i owned them that! hope you like it as well, someone wanted to get tagged on this but i couldn't tag them, sorry :(

— warnings: bit of angst on this one, but there's comfort too!, a very confused nancy, this is part two for this

It's been weeks since Nancy last heard about Robin. It's starting to grow on her, the words she said that night. How she didn't think them through until she had already spoken. What if she have lost the girl forever? The idea haunted her mind.

Steve claimed he didn't know where she was. She hadn't told him. The words were true, much to Nancy's concern. If Steve didn't know, something must have been truly wrong.

The thought, the one Nancy has been trying to push away all day, keeps invading her mind in spite of her best efforts. Maybe, just maybe, Robin hated her for the way she reacted. It wouldn't be her fault, anyway, Nancy said to herself. She could have said more, could've at least have a proper reaction. She owned her that.

So, Nancy found herself on Robin's door. He joints found the hardwood of the door, the sound of her knock echoing through the entire neighborhood. And then, there was silence.

Maybe it was better this way. Nancy didn't know what she would've said if Robin had opened that door. She thought about it, of course she had, but nothing ever seen good enough. Truth is, Nancy thought Robin deserved the sweetest of words, and she just couldn't find them for her.

But that didn't mean she hadn't tried. She wrote down every thought, crafting elaborated speaches on the dim light of her own room. She wanted - no, she needed - Robin to know. But she couldn't find the right words, and sheet after sheet, they all end up on a pile on her trash can.

"Robin," They all started. Some of them had the word "dear" written before it as well, quickly scribbled out. A letter wouldn't be good enough. No, if she was to do it, she was going to do it right. Not the easy way out, not some cowardice that would be waiting for Robin at her nightstand once she came home. It could've been too late at that time anyway.

"I really thought a lot about what you said to me." She continued. "And, well, we both know I'm with Johnathan, and I love him, with my whole heart." She scribbled that out too. Did she, really? She couldn't tell. Not after that night. Not after the way Robin looked at her.

"What I am trying - what I wanted - to say, is that, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but it would be a lie if I said I feel the same for you." At that point, she felt the first tear run down her cheek. She thought she knew what to say. She thought it was so clear, until she had actually wrote the words. Nancy didn't have much things taken for granted anymore, not even her own feelings.

"But, Robin, it doesn't matter how things turn out between us, I'll always want to be your friend. But, if you prefer not to, if you want to forget I was once in your life... I suppose I can understand that too." She was lying, of course she was, but what else was she suppose to do? If Robin wanted to go, if she really did, Nancy would let her. She just prayed she wouldn't.

What Nancy didn't write was that she wanted to know what a life by Robin's side would feel like. If it would bring up the same warm, fuzzy feelings inside her chest that being friends with her did. If her touch would still run like electricity under Nancy's skin. If their hugs would still feel so much like home to Nancy. No, she didn't write down any of that on the many, many discourses she spent the night writing. She couldn't mention it. Not like that. It was cruel, to give Robin such foolish hope when she knew, deep down, that her choice was not certain.

Finally, sitting down on Robin's porch with her hands on her head, she understood. Maybe she had known all that time, what her heart wanted. But she was so deep in thought that she barely heard when the brunette arrived. There was no car pulling in, because Nancy knew Robin couldn't drive. No bycicle either. Just a very soft sound of footsteps on the back of her mind. And then, a pair of greyish eyes staring at her, confused. And she knew.

"Nance?" Her touch on the Wheeler's shoulder felt exactly like she imagined it. It was like she was struck by a lightning, but instead of burning, Robin's touch soothed her.

"Hey..." Nancy felt relieved. She smiled to the girl standing in front of her. "I wanted to talk to you, about..."

"It's okay. You don't have to-"

"No. I don't. But I want to." Nancy cut her off. "You've been in my mind for days, for weeks, since that night. And... I think- No, I know, I love you too, Robin Buckley, with all my heart. And I am sorry it took me this long to go after you. Should've done it before, but- I guess you can say you scared me off. A little bit."

Robin shook her head. Was that real? Had she imagined it all? But there she was, standing in front of a smiling Nancy with heart eyes. She loved her too. Nancy Wheeler loved her. She felt like she could burst out at any moment, her hands shaking, still on Nancy's shoulder. Her face hurt when she smiled, the corners of her mouth stretched as tears came out of her eyes. God, wasn't she the luckiest girl in the world? Nancy Wheeler loved her too.

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Imagine Steve after Eddie's death. He tries to be strong. He really does. He knows he should be, for Nancy, for Robin, for the kids. But when he sees Eddie's body, laying in a bed of red vines, it all just vanishes. He can't think of anything else but the way Eddie's chest doesn't seem to be moving.

Then, he finally finds the strength to run to it. His legs fails him a couple times, and running is awfully difficult with the flesh-like vines lazily trying to get to him. But he does so anyway. And the second he reaches Eddie, his legs give up on him.

Eddie doesn't move a single inch. He is pale, motionless, and his hair is a mess, but he looks so peaceful. His eyes are closed as if he was sleeping and for one moment, Steve is reluctant to touch him. To ruin this. To find out Eddie is really dead.

But he does so anyway. He does so, and curses himself mentally as his hands touch Eddie's skin. He's still a bit warm, and Steve hasn't noticed it before, but there is so much blood around him. His hands are sticky from it, but in that moment, he couldn't care less. He would drown himself in an ocean of red just if that mean he could have Eddie back.

He failed him. That's Steve first thought. He failed Eddie, he couldn't save him. He doesn't realize when he starts to cry. The tears silently run down his face, as he finally starts to come down to himself. Eddie Munson. Dead. In his arms. Because of him.

Steve sobs as he forces his hands to cross on top of Eddie's chest, trying to find the strength to give him CPR. He can't. His hands are sticky and strangely warm from Eddie's blood and he can't put his mind together to save him.

That's when he sees Dustin. Just a silhouette, very far away, worlds apart. He's sobbing alone in Eddie's trailer, a stain of blood that's not his covering his chest. Because he tried to save Eddie too. And he failed too.

He can't accept it. He just can't. Steve takes a deep breath as he starts to press his weight into Eddie's chest, over and over again, stopping only so he can breathes some air into Eddie's mouth.

He doesn't know how long he does it. His joints hurt and his mouth is red with blood. But he keeps at it until his body physically can't take it anymore. Eddie's body is cold now. He holds out a hand, that falls under Steve's back.

Steve knows it's over. He knew it the second he saw his hands soaked in Eddie's blood. And he knows he should leave. That that place was not safe, and that he couldn't take the body back.

But leaving Eddie just hurts. So Steve stays. And he cries and cries until his eyes dry out, whispering please's and sorry's like there was a soul in that place to listen to him. He grabs Eddie's hand as he begs for him to come back to him. It doesn't work. Steve knows nothing in the world could bring back the boy he loves. But leaving Eddie just hurts. So Steve stays.

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Eddie Munson first falls in love with the water at the age of seven. On his seventh birthday, his Mom and Dad drives him to California. It was one of the few times he remembers being happy with his family. His father stole an RV, just for them. His mother wasn’t really happy with it, but had to let it go when Eddie lights up at the news of a road trip to California. He remembers seeing the beach, the feeling of the sand on his feet, the blueness of the Pacific Ocean and the warmth of the water against his skin. In his room, one of the few items he packed when finally ran away from home, is a small seashell. It’s small enough to hold with your fingertips. On bad days, Eddie holds it near his ear and tries to hear the soft whisper of the ocean.

Eddie Munson is thirteen when he starts hiding behind the bleachers to watch a boy swim. He knows he’s gay, has known since the age of nine that he doesn’t feel what the other boys feel for girls. Eddie finds the swimming stands by accident, he just wanted to find a smoking spot when he finds a screaming crowd. It’s nothing like the ocean, no sound of waves crashing against the shore, the blueness only reflects with the light. A boy swims, he swims like he was born to be in the water. When he comes out of the water, he shines against the sun, golden hair wet and smile bright. Eddie falls in love. Eddie Munson’s first love is the ocean, second is Steve Harrington.

Eddie Munson is seventeen when he learns how the water can be used as a cruelty. Wayne drives the both of them to help look for this boy, just a small boy, lost in the woods. Wayne tells him that if he sees a mother, looking for her son, don’t look away, don’t glare, don’t give her pitiful looks. Give her a gentle smile, a helping hand. They trek the woods, a few times for the next few days. Eddie will never forget that day, Wayne was driving them back to the trailer when they see flashing red and blue lights just below the quarry. They both stop, looking over the edge of the man-made water, watching as Chief Hopper pull Will Byers’ body out of the water. Only then did Eddie realized how dark and menacing the water could be at night.

Eddie Munson is twenty when he starts hating the water. He’s in a boat, again, after having the worst three days of his life. Steve Harrington is more grown now, Eddie’s not entirely in love with him anymore, not when he spent a few years in high school with a group that bullied Eddie. But he doesn’t deny the way his heart beats out of his chest when Steve dives into the water, because he was born to do so, always meant to be in the water. He doesn’t know why Robin and Nancy are scared, Steve can do this, he belongs in the water. He watches as Steve lunges, breaks the barrier, and a split second of relief before Steve gets dragged down. Eddie follows the girls down the water. It’s cold and dark and it pulls him into the mouth of hell.

Eddie Munson is twenty-one and he hasn’t been in the water in almost a year. He knows, the golden boy with the the heart of gold, the boy he knew who was born to be in the water, hasn’t been in a pool just as long. Eddie understands, after the night at Lover’s Lake and after learning that Barb died in the pool. He watches the kids, splashing water around and playing games. He finds Will, laughing and smiling as he floats in the water and Eddie forces himself to remember this moment and not his fake body floating around the Quarry. Steve’s fixing the snacks with Nancy and Robin’s reading a book beside him, her head on his shoulders.

The kids have been bugging him to get in the pool, but Eddie has been dodging their requests for almost a year now. It’s suspiciously quiet for a moment and before Eddie can understand what’s happening the girls are counting down as the boys hold him by the shoulder and by the feet and throw him in the water. He hears a stream of screaming before the water hits his ears, and it swallows him whole. It’s nothing like the soft and warm embrace of the ocean. It’s cold and dark and suddenly it’s pulling him back into the mouth of hell. He wants to swim up, he needs to swim up, but he sees the vines pulling him and tries to fight it, trash against it. It doesn’t budge, so he let’s himself be pulled in.

Steve Harrington hasn’t been in the water in 11 months, 24 days, and 8 hours. But at that moment, every thought and fear in his body vanishes when he sees Eddie sinking into the pool, fighting the water before letting it swallow him whole. Steve dives so fast, he forgets how much he’s hated the coldness of the pool. But Eddie’s down there, and no place with Eddie in it will ever be dark. Eddie’s eyes are closed, as he scoops him in his arms, swimming back to the surface and immediately laying him down on the poolside.

“Move!” Steve shouts, and the kids are so surprised that they pave a way for him, they’ve never seen Steve this mad at them. He gives Eddie CPR and suddenly, he’s back in the Upside Down. His hands are red with blood, Dustin’s begging him to help Eddie, Robin’s cradling Dustin as Nancy tries to stop the bleeding. He does the same prayer as he pumps at Eddie’s chest, please let him live please let him live please let hi— Eddie coughs water. The kids collectively sigh as Robin and Nancy both wrap them in towels. But in the chaos, Steve just cries, trying to remember how to breathe again because they’re in his backyard, not in the Upside Down. Eddie’s okay. Eddie’s okay. He’s not bleeding and in the cusp of dying.

“Oh, love. I am okay. I am okay. I am okay.” Eddie holds him, wincing at the pain in his chest, but still holds him in his arms. Eddie glares at the kids, looking up to Robin and Nancy to gesture for them to go in the house and leave them. When it’s finally just them, Eddie pulls away, wiping at Steve’s cheeks and cupping his jaw. Eddie preens at the fact that Steve doesn’t pull away.

“Hey, you good?” Steve laughs at the question, “I should be asking you that.” Eddie chuckles at the sound of his laugh.

“I am okay. I’ll live. How about you? You haven’t swam in a while and you gave me another CPR. I am sorry.” Steve shakes his head.

“Don’t say sorry. I’ll do it all again for you.”

Eddie does what he’s always wanted do since the age of thirteen. He kisses Steve for the first time, and it’s like falling in love with the water all over again. He remembers the light, the blue, the warmth. It's like being seven again and wiggling his toes in the sand for the first time.

Eddie Munson is twenty-seven when he gets married. Not legally, but married in the eyes of their family. Steve’s laughing with the kids as they play chicken, the water splashing around. Eddie lets himself enjoy the sand beneath his feet, the sound of the water crashing against the shore, the sounds of Robin and Argyle arguing about the snacks and the kids laughing.

“Eds!” Eddie looks up from his book.

Steve is calling him from the water, golden hair wet and smile bright, “Come in the water! It’s warm!”

Eddie smiles back at him, slipping a bookmark between the pages before running to Steve’s arms, making both of them fall into the water. There’s no fear, not when he’s in the arms of his husband, the boy who was born to be in the water. It’s warm and soft and it’s home.

Eddie will always come back to the water, always waiting for it, always watching it, will always love it.

Because Eddie Munson is the shore, and Steve Harrington is the ocean.

"Because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the [shore] refuses to stop kissing the [ocean] no matter how many times it [had went] away." — Sarah Kay

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ronance fic where nancy is tored apart between johnathan and robin

— pairings: robin buckley x nancy wheeler; johnathan byers x nancy wheeler (mentioned)

— a.n.: hope you like it! i tried to keep it short but i couldn't (and i'll probably write a second part)

— warnings: angst angst angst

Robin was driving her crazy. She's been driving her crazy for days now.

Nancy couldn't make anything out of the words that left her lips that night, the moment playing on her head again and again, searching for something, a clue, anything, that would make all that easier for the both of them.

The older Wheeler was a firm believer that things didn't just happen. Everything had a reason, even if it was the most unbelievable one. That one must have had one too. She just needed to find it.

It was a slow tuesday night when it happened, Robin sat on the Family video counter as she sorted through the tapes with surprising attention. She barely heard when the bell above the door rang, announcing a new client.

And then Nancy came in, and Robin couldn't take her eyes off the Wheeler.

"H-Hey" She greeted, wondering internally why did her voice sounded like that. So nervous, so unnatural, that Nancy must have noticed something was wrong with her. She cursed herself mentally.

"Hey Robin" Of course she have noticed it. But she put on her best smile, and ignored it altogether. For an aspiring reporter, it was surprising how good she had become at ignoring things.

"Uhm... Need anything?" Robin asked, jumping off the counter, leaving her task unfinished behind her. "Some new tapes just arrived, and-"

"No, I- I thought I'd come by and see you."

There was it, that frickin' smile again. Robin would do anything to wipe it off her face.

"Oh... Yeah, uhm, it's just me, Steve had to run somewhere, but our shift is almost ending anyway, so I didn't mind it at all." God, why couldn't her just shut up?

Nancy chuckled, walking around the empty store, the sound of her nails against the case of the tapes filling the room.

"He left you all alone, how rude of him." She joked. Robin could have been just as well imagining things to kill the time, but she could swear the tone in Nancy's voice had something else in it. A hidden flirting, her voice dripping honey as she smiled to her.

"So rude" She played along. "Look, it's already five, my shift is officially over!" Robin smiled, walking to the counter to take off a pair of keys of a drawer.

"Oh, okay... Walk with me?"

"Sure, Nance." She nodded, swallowing nervously.

By the time the reached the street of Nancy's house, it was already dark. Robin began to walk a little slower, extending the time they had together, but if Nancy noticed, she didn't say a thing.

"... And, I mean, that is so preposterous!" Nancy had spend the last twenty minutes ranting about some matter with long words Robin had little idea of what they meant. No, the caramel haired girl was too distracted to pay that complain any mind, her eyes locked in her lips, occasionally nodding along with the other's words.

"Nance?" She interrupted, the uncertainty on her voice only expressing a piece of the one in her mind. Nancy looked at her confused as she stopped in place. "Shit, I'm sorry, I... I really thought I could wait, or burry that emotion, but I can't. I like you a lot, Nancy Wheeler. Like a whole damn lot. And when you appeared in the store I- I couldn't take my eyes off you and I couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to kiss you, but- I know you have a boyfriend, and I'm not trying to break you two apart, but I cannot live with this feeling buried inside of me for any longer than-"

She abruptly stopped. The look on Nancy's eyes terrified her. Maybe she had messed things up. Maybe she should have kept it shut, but she was never good at it.

"Robin..." She began, the kindest of smiles curling on her lips. "I- I am honoured, truly, but... You said it yourself, I have a boyfriend and-"

Robin looked like her heart was just shattered on a thousand pieces. Nancy didn't have on her to keep going.

"No, no, it's okay!" She assured, the half smile on her face only as convincing as her words. "Hundred per cent okay, Nancy. I-" She took a step back, suddenly aware of how close they have gotten. "Sorry... I'm sorry, have a good night, yeah?"

Just like that, she was gone. And Nancy never felt more lost.

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For me

— pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

— a.n.: a bit of smut i wrote for a friend. i didn't like it tbh, but they did so i'm posting it anyway. this is so bad but give me a discount, it was about 4am when i wrote it and i did not proof read it

— warnings: penetration, (poorly written) smut, praise kink, maybe a ooc eddie but who cares.( minors dni )

"Mhmm... Such a good girl, taking me so well, isn't she?" The praise leaves Eddie's lip with a smirk as he pounds into you, his hand firm on your hips, his eyes mesmerized by the way you get lost in pleasure, aching with every touch he gives you. "So good..." He groans, again and again as the thrusts on you, hitting just the spot.

He knows you well. Well enough to know just how to work you up, well enough to know every place he has to touch to turn you on. He knows exactly what he's doing to you, as his lips run hotly, leaving marks on your skin in shades of red and pink. He knows what he's doing as his fingers travel down your body with lust, his thumb massaging your clit as your body trembles with the stimulation.

"Eds..." The way his name fall off your lips make he questions how long he can take this. You say it like it's something holy, like a prayer, and at the same time, something profane.

He thinks he might be addicted to it.

"You like that?" He grins widely as he casts his gaze upon you. "You like that, pretty girl?"

"Y-yeah..." The word stutters to leave your mouth as you feel him speeding up.

"Now tell me what do you want." He orders.

"I want you to let me cum... Please, Eds."

There again. Eds. If anybody else were to give him a nickname as silly as this one, he would promptly disagree to it, maybe even go an extra mile and make the whole scene. But when the name rolled out of your lips for the first time, he knew it was the end of him. The way your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, covered with slick and glistening at him when you called him, he couldn't find it on him to go against you.

And god, he wanted to let you cum all over him.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Just hold it for me, can you do it?" He touched your face softly, your big eyes looking at him, lips parted as you let out a dozen dirty sounds that made him go crazy.

You looked at him, displeasure written all over your face.

"Please, Eds, I've been so good for you..." You whined to him.

"I know, darling, and I love that about you. But not just yet. We're not done playing."

You frowned at him. Or better saying, attempted to. It was hard to do anything when your mind couldn't think about anything else but Eddie. His hips thrusting faster and faster each time, his hands steadying you in place with enough strength to leave the marks of them on your skin, his messy curls tickling the crook of your neck each time he would lower himself to give you a love bite.

"P-Please, Eds..." You cannot think of another words as you feel your walls clenching around of him, the same thing playing again and again on your mind as you feel a familiar hotness gathering on your lower belly.

"Is that all you can think about, love? Cumming? Cumming for me?" He asks you, his voice deep and filled with lust. You nod to him, mindlessly. "Good girl..." He says, stocking deeply inside of you. "Come for me, uhm darling? Be a good little girl and cum all over my cock."

And just like you were perfectly synchronized, you snap, letting yourself go of the denied orgasm and coating him with your slick, his name over and over leaving your lips amongst curse words and dirty moans, your mouth opened wide and Eddie's gaze upon you, same goddamn expression on his face.

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you write for yelena??

i do!! she's aroace so i won't be writing anything romantic/sexual including her, but feel free to request literally anything else

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Movie night with them !

— characters: steve harrington, robin buckley, eddie munson, nancy wheeler

— warnings: there's bits of steddie/ronance if you squint

Steve would be the one who would offer to host as many movie nights as he can. He was never the biggest fan of his big and solitaire house, so the movie nights you suggested are the perfect opportunity to get some company in the nights he needed it! You would also expect him to fall asleep, but to both of your surprises, he stays strong until the end on the movie, and puts a blanket over the shoulders of the ones who fell asleep.

Robin would be the one to suggest horror movies, much to Steve's dislike. She would binge watch the Scream movies (and Eddie would gladly join her) and would also try to get the fruity four to watch some cult, underground stuff, but she gives up when Eddie and Steve seem both confused and horrified by them (proper existencial crises style). She would also be the loudest person in the room, I'm talking shouting at the characters in the screen when they do something stupid, I'm talking chewing popcorn unbelievably loud. She would not shut up unless someone makes her.

Nancy would be the one to bring all the snacks. This girl would show at the poor host's door with two bags worth of snacks and a huge soda bottle - the biggest one she could find. Nancy would organize all of you to your places before the movie starts, and give each of you a blanket or pillow (or both). She would also drive whoever needed a ride - mostly Robin, because according to Eddie himself, he's not a fan of third wheeling - and she'd be the one to make Robin silent (but in a very nice way).

Eddie would be the first to fall asleep. Two minutes into a romcom and this man is sleeping soundly at the couch, his head resting on Steve's shoulder as he snores loudly. Unless the plot is good. If the plot is good and it really gets into his nerves, then he joins Robin into making the most enthusiastic comments you've ever seen. He's fully committed to it - shouting at the main character's dumb decisions and pointing at the screen furiously as Steve tries to calm him down, unsuccessful.

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˗ˏˋ welcome to my blog ˎˊ˗

you may call me river!! i am 18, and i write for whatever obsessions i may have atm ! i do take requests but pls be mindful when asking (if you're rude or your request makes me uncomfortable i will not write!)

currently i'm writing for:

- stranger things

- the 100

- mcu

- obx

(may add more in the future)

i don't write: incest, smut (may open exceptions) or depictions of abusive characters ooc, also i avoid writing stuff that go against canon sexualities, or that involves real people

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(* for smut)

stranger things

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bloody knuckles (steve harrington x reader)

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Bloody knuckles

— pairings: steve harrington x reader

— a.n.: this is my first posted fic ever so maybe be kind? also it was written at 2am so you may find mistakes (if this happens, let me know pls!)

— warnings: blood (not a lot, i promise)

Steve got on another fight. Sure, he wouldn't consider himself to be particularly violent, but the truth is, you couldn't really said you were surprised when he showed up on your work saying those exact words. Now, he sat on the edge of his white porcelain bathtub while you stand next to him, doing your best to clean up all that blood.

"Don't move." You said, dragging the damp cloth across his face carefully. Too late, he already moved, letting out a whimper in response.

"Stop..." He cried out, squeezing his eyes. You looked at him confused. A hint of fear sunk on your eyes.

"What is it?" You asked, worriedly pulling away the rag from his bruises. He sighed, looking at the floor.

"No, I'm fine, it's just that... it hurts." You gave him a smile, and tried to be gentler upon returning to work.

"I'm sorry... I'm almost done, okay? Hang on just a little longer." You saw him nod slightly to your words and continued to clean up his wounds.

Silence sat apart between you. But it wasn't a strange or heavy silence. It never was when it came down to the two of you. As you finish cleaning most of his face, and set the cloth under the running water of the sink to wash off most of the blood - that would most definitely stain in, you can't help it but look at him by the corner of your eye.

"Stop eyeing me like that, it's not that bad. I will live... But uhm, thank you." His voice got softer on the hanging of the last words, making you smile at him. Thanking one another was rare, not because you lack education, but because the feeling was always there when you were together.

"Anytime, Stevie." You replied. "That's what friends are for, right?"

Part of you wish he would disagree with you. That he would say you were not just friends. God, part of you still wanted to know how he tasted, how he felt against you. You pushed this thoughts away. Steve would never, so why bother? You weren't the one to fall for wishful thinking.

"Right." He replied weakly, his eyes closed and his back leaned against the cold bathroom tiles. It could be just your imagination fooling you but you could swear his tone was somewhat sad.

"Hey, what's the problem?" You asked, taking his hand in yours and brushing your thumb against his bloody knuckles.

"Nothing. Just tired."

"You sure? It must have been a hell of a fight."

"Yeah... You should've seen the other guy." He tried to joke it off. You smiled, looking at him. Was it weird that he looked so peaceful even like this? "He wasn't the kind of guy you pick fights with." You thought to yourself. "He's the kind you fight for."

"I'm sorry." You said softly, bringing his hand closer to your face to take a better look at his bruises. "Did you tell Nancy?"

"No, of course not! She'd freak out it she knew."

"Fair enough." your voice was barely a whisper inches from his skin now. Your fingers traced the redness he'd just obtained, absent-mindedly.

"Hmm? What do you think?" His voice brings you back to reality.

"It's nothing." you replied, your fingers tracing his jawline. "You still look so pretty... Even like this."

"Thanks." a smirk grew on his lips. Gosh, you wanted to kiss him so bad right now.

"C-Can I...?" Your voice died before finishing the sentence. Could you what? Ruin their friendship? It was a idiot idea, you thought to yourself. But before you came to your right mind, your fingers reached the very edge of his lips.

"Can you... What?" you pulled away instantly. Maybe you shouldn't do it, but if you didn't, you knew you wouldn't have another chance.

"Fuck..." You cursed under your breath. "I am going to do something, but if you want me to stop, if- anything, just tell me, okay?"

"Okay, I guess." hesitation filled his voice. He was nervous. You chuckled, pulling his face to yours and brushing lightly your lips against his before gaining the confidence to go for a kiss.

You reopened your eyes. He smirked to you.

"What was that for?"

"Was it bad?" You asked nervously. You've kissed people before, of course, but kissing Steve felt different. Better, in some way.

"It wasn't bad. I didn't know what to think though."

His words filled your mind. He didn't rejected you, did he? Steve wore a smile, and his eyes pinned on yours.

"Should we stop?" you asked, regaining some of your confidence back as you felt the familiar calm the hazelnut-eyed boy irradiated to you.

"Are you serious?"

His tone worried you. Maybe you were overthinking, maybe that was all too awkward to handle. Maybe he didn't think of you in that way at all, and you had just screw things up. A million thoughts run on your head.

"If you want to stop it, we will and you won't have to worry about it for another minute."

"I'll be honest, I thought you were going to try something else. But it's not a bad surprise."

He was trying to calm you down, you noticed. The soft tone he used, the one he knew by the smile he wore with it, the one that had you hanging on your fingertips. You nodded to him.

"Are you okay with it?" you whispered.

"Fine with me."

"Good."

You pulled him to you and kissed him passionately. You've waited for that kiss, for that moment, for a year. His lips fitted perfectly on yours, and he tasted like blood and warm beer. It wasn't the perfect moment you've pictured in your head, but it didn't matter. It was him, and it was all you needed.