#; ft eddie k.

[astrvia]

' le voy a decir que insinuaste que era rabiosa y olorosa ' amenaza con gracia, incluso si su gesto es estoico a propósito, como si denotara una seriedad inexistente. ' ¿no es obvio?' su mirada viaja del contrario hasta la libreta con los crucigramas, todavía sopesando en esa palabra que no logra encontrar. ' ¿se te ocurre algo mejor que hacer? además es un buen ejercicio mental' puede que se esté perdiendo de otras atracciones, pero quería sentarse un rato a disfrutar de la tranquilidad que le ofrecía ese espacio abierto libre de gente. luego baja la mirada, intentando completar los cuadrados con el animal que el otro le sugiere, y niega con la cabeza. ' tiene una letra jota. no encaja'

' suena como eddie ' se adelanta, aún si no cumple con las letras precisas, poco le importa. con el aire cómico de quien se siente orgulloso de su chiste, termina por sentarse al lado del otro draco con una risita que no se borra. ' ¿qué haces? ' por si no fuera obvio, claro, pero es que el aburrimiento le está matando. ' sólo los viejos hacen crucigramas ' juzga, pero en parte ni se sorprende. menea la cabeza, desaprueba, sin embargo, la luz de las ideas se prende repentina: ' ¡ah! ¿armadillo? '

[theladybarnes]

CRIMSON AND CLOVER: CHAPTER ONE

"Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?”

▸ summary: fall brings in new beginnings, new friendships, and new insecurities ▸ characters: nancy wheeler, robin buckley, eddie munson, & steve harrington 💕(ft. dustin henderson) ▸ word count: 11.5k         ▸ warnings: SMUT (18+MINORS DNI) unprotected p&v smut, semi oral sex, semi-angst, & fluff ▸ series masterlist

SEPTEMBER

 Fall had finally arrived in Hawkins. Bringing in the crisp air, new school year, festive holidays, and the homicidal urges to kill your cousin. 

 “Dustin, move your ass! We’re literally running so late now!” you barked outside his bedroom door. 

 It was the first year ever that you and Dustin attended the same school together. Something that might actually sound cool if your cousin were normal. 

 “I spent two years dealing with you waking up late! I just need five minutes to find a damn shirt, you witch!” He screeched from the other side of the door. 

 Aunt Claudia quickly came down the hall at the sound of the yelling and quietly ushered you to gather up your things as she pounded on the door. “Dusty we can’t be late for school! Let’s hurry up!”

 There was a moment of incoherent yelling from the other side before he slid open his door. Giving his Mother an exasperated look before coming down the hall.

 “All right. I’m here, let’s go!” He chided at you. 

 You were about to tell him off for that late comment when you caught sight of his shirt. “Aunt Claudia!” You gasped. Eyes wide as you pointed at his chest. “We cannot leave this house if he’s wearing that!” 

 She came over and glanced at his shirt before looking at you curiously. “I’m sorry dear, I’m confused.” 

 “Yeah, what’s the deal?” Dustin frowned. 

 “What’s the deal? WHAT'S THE DEAL?” Reaching over you grip onto his shirt, shaking him wildly to get your point across. “You are attempting to go to school. The very same school I attend in a WEIRD AL YANKOVIC SHIRT!”

 Dustin started to slap at your hands, getting you to let go of him so he could straighten out his shirt. “He’s cool! Okay? People actually like his music.” 

 You gaped at his words in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. Dustin was always different from people. Especially with things such as intellect but this was just borderline..dorky. 

 “I can’t do this.” You gasped, holding your bag up to cover up the line of vision to the shirt. “I can’t walk beside him in that!” 

 Aunt Claudia, having been fed up with the two of you, pushed you towards the door. “Then just walk ahead of him, dear.” She chuckled nervously as she led you outside, ignoring your growing protests. 

  “Now Miss Henderson, I know you had quite the traumatic summer..”

 “Don’t you mean blazing?”

 “No.”

 “Deadly?”

 “No!”

 You bit down your lip, turning your gaze away from Ms. Kelley. This was her first attempt of the year to try and talk about Starcourt. Something you were dreading. On top of not even being able to disclose anything due to the lawyers of Hawkins Labs, but there wasn’t any part of you that wanted to talk about it. 

 Especially when it led to talking about Billy. 

 “I understand that using humor to cope through some of your feelings might help. But I just want you to know that this is a safe place.” 

 The two of you meet eyes at that. You gave a slightly skeptical expression to her kind one. While you’ve always thought Ms. Kelley to be kind and caring, this particular time you wished for the opposite. 

 “Look,” you chuckled awkwardly. “I appreciate the help, Ms. K. Really. But there just not anything I really need to talk about here.”

 “Really?” she asked slowly. “So someone you’ve had a personal relationship with dies in a tragic fire and you’re expecting me to believe that you’re fine?”

 “Yes?”

 “Miss Henderson,” she said leaning forward. “No one would be upset if you of all people had some sort of mourning period for the boy you knew. I know things didn’t end well–”

 “It didn’t just end badly, Ms. Kelley. It was actually all just bad.” You can’t help but feel something snap inside yourself. Finding it hard to keep hold of the anger you had inside towards everyone who kept bringing this up. “The only thing I feel out of everything is relief. Okay?”

 “Oh..”

 “Billy was the only person in my life who ever did me wrong. He cheated on me, he hurt me, he hurt my friends, and that was with the last two years!” 

 A part of you felt crazy bringing up your horrible past again. But if it got Ms. Kelley to back off, then you’d take on the weird looks. 

 “I’m sure there are bad moments that come to mind but surely there are some good memories that you’d like to reflect on.”

 “Good memories?” you scoffed, leaning towards the desk. “There is no such thing as a good memory with Billy Hargrove. Okay? There’s only regrets and a lot of headaches.” You laughed in disbelief. “The only good thing he ever did was cheat on me so bad that it caused me to leave that party, get in that stupid accident, and wind up here.” 

 Getting up from your seat you point outside the door. “Because of him, I got taken to a place where people actually give a shit about me. Where friends stick around despite my attitude, and where I have the most doting and loving boyfriend that I could ever dream of. So if you’re asking me to reflect on anything, it’s only that!”

 Ms. Kelley stared up at you with wide eyes. The sudden outburst from you was probably a bit unusual, but you’ve been feeling the emotions bottle up about Billy since the damn funeral last summer. 

 “I don’t..revel in the fact that he’s dead. Especially since I’m not the only person that was in his life.” You briefly remember the hard, distant, look on Max’s face after the funeral. How she closed off on you trying to talk it out.

  “Even then,” you went on. “That doesn’t mean I need to grieve for him either.” 

 ..Who could miss evil like him..(tick)

 Your mind wanders off again at the thought. Going to how you felt that night again when seeing the monster attack him. Shooting limbs and teeth all over his body while he screamed out in pain. How his blood spit out of–

 No, you didn’t want to grieve or think about him anymore. 

 ..You do..(tock)

 “I don’t wanna talk about it.” you whispered out loud. Unaware of the weird look you were getting from over at the desk. The room is almost filled with an awkward silence. Having only that small ticking sound you heard before as the only noise between you two for a minute. 

 “While I understand there’s a part of you that hasn’t forgiven Billy for the grievances he’s brought to you over the years. I do want to make it known that there’s a chance you’re not fully taking in the whole thing properly. Sometimes loss hits someone at a later time…”

 “Well, if that time comes then I guess I’ll have to come back here right?” you snapped, looking away from the woman. The ticking only grew louder, making it hard for you to follow along to whatever little speech Ms. Kelley was trying to say in order to diffuse the situation. Which was really bringing on a headache, but you pushed the pain away in order to hear her last words.  

 “..of course, it’s whatever feels right for you, Miss Henderson. I just want you to understand that there are people here willing to listen.”

 “Thanks Ms. K. I’ll keep it in mind.” you sighed, ending the conversation. “I’ll see you next week.” Not waiting for a proper dismissal, you grabbed your bag and made it out the door in time for the bell to ring. 

 Students burst from the classrooms, yapping away to one another while you weaved through them to get to your locker. The day was barely midway and you already felt over it. The only solace you had was that after lunch you’d be only an hour and half closer to getting out of these walls. 

 “How’d the meeting go?” 

 You jumped at the sudden voice of your friend, nearly dropping the book in your hands in the process. “Can you like, not scare me right now?” you said with a slight glare to Nancy.

 The girl simply chuckled at your reaction as she opened up her locker beside you. “Sorry,” she smirked a bit. “To be fair, I did call out your name. I think you were lost in thought.”

 “Yeah, been like that all day.”

 “Well now that I have your attention I can finally give you this.”

 Glancing over at her bag, you watched as she pulled out her binder from her bag to retrieve a couple of papers. “It’s your admissions essay!” She grinned. “I finally finished reviewing it for you.”

 “Oh, you mean the essay that you stole out of my very tired hands during study hall?” 

 “The very one!”

 Looking over the pages, you’re at least pleased to see very minimal markings from Nancy’s ruthless red pen. Truthfully, despite finishing it fast, you weren’t so sure how well it had turned out. “Glad to know I can turn this in sooner than I thought.”

 “Yes!” she agreed before pulling out another stack. “And because of that. I was hoping if you could maybe read mine? Tell me if it's bad or not?”

 You take the papers from her hand with a heavy sigh. Unsure if you could mentally handle another task on the list of things you already had. But something in the way that Nancy stared at you with hopeful eyes tugged at your cold heart.

 “How soon do you want to have this back?” you said defeatedly. The girl clapped her hands a bit before pulling you into a small hug. 

 “Do you think you can meet me back in the newsroom afterschool? I have this front page that I’m trying to fix up. Fred Benson tried getting it and I managed to snag it this morning.”

 A whine nearly escaped out of your lips at the idea of sticking around any longer than necessary today. But Nancy is pulling that wide eyed look again and you’re slightly aware that with the lack of Jonathan around Nancy didn’t have the chance to bond like this with anyone else. And honestly, neither did you aside from the days you hung out with Robin.

 “You got me for one hour after school. If you don’t like my corrections, you’ll only have sixty minutes to discuss them with me.” you warned, slipping her papers into your trapper keeper. “And you better supply me with some snacks because I’m gonna have to dig through this during lunch today.”

 “Snacks will be prepared along with the editor's desk empty just for you.” she nodded, holding her binder more excitedly against her chest. “So I’ll see you then?”

 “You’ve got yourself a deal, Wheeler.” 

 The two of you jokingly shook hands on it before Nancy made her leave for her next class. You were about to close your locker and do the same when the sound of your name being screeched came from behind you. Making you jump again.

 You’re shocked to find that it’s Robin making a turn into the hallway you were in. She was using a pair of papers in her hands to wave over at you as she dashed down the hall. “Sweet, Trouble!” she panted, leaning against the locker beside you. “I’m so glad I caught you.”

 “You got me.” you chuckled, patting at her back gently while she tried catching her breath. “Why the hell are you screaming my name anyway?”

 “Have you had English with the Terminator?” she gasped, waving off your question. 

 “You mean with Mr. Terman?” you laughed, remembering someone from last year gave the poor man the moniker. “Yeah, I’ve had him before. Why? Is he trying to kill you for the sake of the future or something?”

 She turned her papers to face you, showing you what looked like an essay with a big fat red D on the corner of it. You couldn’t help but reach out, reading down the small comments he had added to her work. Normally the teacher was a pain in the ass, but this seemed personal with the tiny corrections he gave.

 “Geez, did you spit in his coffee or something, Robs?”

 “That’s what I said!” she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. “He’s been mad at me since I’ve started this damn class. I work three nights on that only for a D?” Wiping her hand over her tired face, she looked sad for a moment before clasping them in a prayer in front of you. “Do you love me?”

 “What?” 

 “Do you love me?”

 “Robin, duh. Of course I do.” you said using the papers to smack the top of her head. “But what does that have to do with this?”

 “If you love me..you’ll tell me how to fix it.”

 The groan quickly built up in your throat. Why was it suddenly this year that all your friends decided you were the wordsmith in their lives? Looking back at the notes, you frown deeply at the idea of going through everything to help fix this for her. “C’mon, Robin. How would I know how to fix this for you? What if he just gives it another fail?”

 “He won’t!”

 “How do you know that?”

 “Because I told him that I’d get a tutor to help me fix it up today.” Her blue eyes shifted down at the papers before back at you. “I actually kinda specifically said you would help fix it up. He seemed to be okay with the idea.”

 “Great, so you’re volunteering me to do things now.”

 “Please!” she begged, reaching out to grab you by the shoulders. “I’ll make sure to have you home just in time for Dingus to come over and you guys can be gross and do the gross things you like to do alone.”

 You rolled your eyes at her jab. At the current time you didn’t even have any plans with Steve. Let alone do ‘gross stuff’ with him. “I don’t know..I already have a lot of work tonight. Plus, I’m supposed to go over Nancy’s essay afterschool and–”

 “Oh I see how it is.” she sniffled, looking away from you dramatically. “Just because you knew Nancy Wheeler first, poor ol’ Robin Buckley gets pushed aside. As if you and I weren’t stuck on an elevator with me all summer.”

 “We were stuck one day.” you pointed out, feeling another tired sigh building up. 

 “Wasn’t it just a week when you first helped Nancy? Do I have to be in a traumatic situation with you for seven days to earn your help?” She asked with a pout quickly tugging on her face. “Because if that’s the case then—“

 “Robin, stop!” You cried out, watching as her face turned from pouting to shock. Reaching for her hands you clasped them with yours and gave her a sympathetic smile. It was true that Robin wasn’t around for your first year here. But it was silly of her to think there wasn’t any time at all this summer that you didn’t bond with her enough to want to help her. 

 “I wanna help.” You said finally, holding the papers up. “But I already said I’d meet Nancy in the newsroom after the final bell. So I’m not sure how much I can—“

 “That works out fine for me!”

 “How?” You asked confused as she glanced at her watch. 

 “I have band practice afterschool for an hour. By the time you’re out, I can meet you at the front and get the papers back by then. We’ll be twenty minutes tops.”

 Your mouth flopped open as you scrambled to understand everything. It was oddly convenient since you were already sticking around. But even then, the urge to go home would be even stronger. 

 “I can call dingus after lunch and tell him to pick us up. Maybe convince him to take us to dinner?.” She winked, trying to make the plan sound alluring. Which in a way it did so you defeatedly gave her a firm nod. 

 “Well I’d have to be an idiot to say no to that..” you nodded slowly. “I guess after band practice it is.” 

 Her arms engulfed you in a tight hug. Continuously thanking you for a good minute before the tardy bell rang. She quickly pulled back to dash down the hall. Waving at you with a grin on her face. 

 The silence that filled in after that was heavy. 

 The day which felt like it was going on forever was just extended by both of your friends. It made everything about the day feel suddenly overwhelming. But which one was bothering you the most?

 Being late? Talking with Ms. Kelley? The essays? Why were such trivial things suddenly getting to you? It was making your mind a mess and you felt your head pulsing with a ticking noise that only grew louder. Rubbing a hand through your hair, you tried to ignore the sudden sick feeling that hit over you. 

 Senior year had just barely begun and it was already kicking your ass. Especially now that there was no cute Steve around to make it better.

 “Those girls are working you dry, princess.”

 The sudden voice caused you to gasp out loud. Being scared for the third time today was making your poor heart race. It didn’t help that Eddie was amusingly watching you from the lockers on the other side. He used the dark book in his hands to wave at you. 

 “Eddie!” you grinned, making the boy’s smile grow even wider. “Lovely to see you again but you do know you don’t have to sneak up on me  just to talk, right?” you said ignoring the previous comment he made. “Have a good summer?” 

 He slinked off the metal door to saunter over to you, not really seeming to care that at this point you’re both incredibly late to whatever class you were supposed to head to. “It was pretty tame.” he shrugged lazily. “Nothing compared to yours though. Heard you were in that mess with the mall.”

 “Something like that.” you chuckled nervously. Just how many people knew about that? Shaking your head, you point over to the boy with your chin. Turning the conversation around again. “Taking another stab at Senior year? Thought I’d have seen you drive off in the sunset last summer.”

 “Yeah, well, looks like they got me again. Third times the charm, right?” he laughed sadly as he held up the book in his hand. You couldn’t help but frown over at the cover. Having seen that exact book in your living room the other day.

 “What class are you taking here that teaches D&D?” 

 “Ah, shit." He scrambled to cover up the front of the book against his chest. Running a hand up to scratch against his messy curls. “You weren't supposed to see that.” he coughed before he realized. “Wait, how do you know what this is?”

 You close up your locker fully now, throwing a sardonic laugh over your shoulder at his question. “I’ve only ever seen my dumb cousin and his friends play it constantly. I’m actually a little bit surprised you two haven’t crossed paths yet. Especially if you carry around books like that.”

 "Wait, you have a cousin that goes here and plays D&D?”’ He made it a point to dramatically search down the hall for anyone that might be around before he turned back to you. “Where are you keeping this hidden gem, Henderson?’

 “He’s a freshman so I've been steering clear of him and his disciples of nerdom.’ you said bitterly before catching his reaction. It was hard to remember that people weren’t around for this morning’s debacle. 

 “You okay?” he asked wearily. 

 “Sorry. Look, they’re not..horrible. But Dustin made me really late this morning. All because he couldn’t find his ridiculous Weird Al shirt. Something I begged him to change out of since it’s a total fashion disaster. Then there was Ms. Kelley getting on my case. Now the new assignments from my friends. My head is sort of a mess and blaming that little gremlin seems like the best thing to do.”

 Eddie stood quietly for a moment, almost contemplating on how to answer all that before he stepped forward. “You know when you get annoyed your nose does this little scrunch thing?” 

 “Seriously?” You asked, slightly in disbelief. 

 He laughed a bit, giving an empathetic nod before he leaned in close. “Don’t worry, it's cute.”

 There was a lingering hint of cologne and cigarettes on his clothes. A combination that used to make you queasy from dating Billy. But whatever Eddie had on seemed to be..almost pleasant. 

 “Anyway, thanks for the four one-one, Princess.” he smirked as he peered down at you. “Maybe I’ll see him around and take at least one problem off your hands?”

 His closeness became suddenly too much and you forced yourself to slowly take a step back. “I like the sound of that.” You smiled. “Maybe you can really save the day and convince him to ditch that horrendous t-shirt.” 

 He nodded his head again before moving towards his original direction. The two of you hold an unusually long, but nice gaze before you remind yourself about  heading over to class. Waving goodbye, you turned on your heel, ready to go when Eddie softly called out to you. 

 “Maybe there’s a chance I'll see you around too?”

 You felt a little stumped at the question, feeling like there’s a different kind of hope to his tone. One that you haven’t quite felt from someone else in a while. “Maybe,” you shrugged, offering him a small smile. “If I’m not working on essays.”

 He let out a small breathy laugh before turning away, a little skip to his step. The idea of hanging out with Eddie seemed interesting. Enough so that you were a little bit hopeful you’d talk again soon.

OCTOBER

 It’s a completely new world for you with brand new changes. 

 For starters, having a stable job with your new friend, your other best friend leaving for California, and being in an actual loving relationship. 

 And with things like college applications out of the way, it definitely helped make things better over at school. Not to mention how fun things can be when your boyfriend is incredibly distracting...

 “Did I ever tell you that you look good in green?” 

 Somehow he’s managed to get you trapped in the corner of the Documentary/Horror section. His hands snaked around the edge of your hips as he tried to casually drag you towards his chest. For five minutes now you’ve been making an attempt to put away the tapes you checked back into the store. But that was before Steve came back from his break and suddenly needed to check over your work. And way before his hand started to tug at the hem of your shirt. 

 “Steve, there is no way in hell that you mean this ugly green vest.” You make it a point to look down at your outfit. While your blouse from Chanel looked exceptionally cute this morning, under the neon lights and green vest of Family Video, it looked tacky.

 “I think you look good in it.” he laughed, leaning close so he could peck at your cheek. “I think you’d look even better in just the green vest.” he finished, letting his breath fan against your face. You tried not to react so openly, but you couldn’t stop the flustered chuckle that fell past your lips.

 “We literally have one hour left until closing.”

 “Which is why I think we should close up early..”

 Pushing him away gently, you ignored the whining noise he made as you kneeled down to finish placing the last few tapes away. It was always on slow nights like this that Steve tried the most to get in some action. 

 “We’re trying to keep our jobs, right?”

 “And we will! We close up, make sure everything is clean, and then...”

 “Then what? We screw in Keith’s office?” you scoffed from down below. He extended a hand out, wiggling his fingers at you until you tangled them up with yours. With a tug, he pulled you up from the floor so that he could get you close again. His other hand moved to cup around the base of your neck. Bringing you in for a slow and deep kiss. It’s deep enough that you’re still in a bit of a daze when he’s pulled back to look at you. 

 “Well either that or we can go in behind the curtain.” he smirked, pointing behind you to the curtain with the neon ADULT shining brightly. You scrunch your nose, a bit disturbed with the idea alone of the type of people who went past the curtain during the day. 

 “You are a complete horndog, Steve Harrington.”

 There’s another attempt to make an escape, but Steve was smarter this time and moved his lips to your neck. Peppering kisses against the spots he knew very well you liked. The thumb on the hand still holding your neck in place began to rub at your skin, making it very hard to concentrate.

 “I’m gonna kill you.” you laughed weakly, reaching a hand up to playfully push at his shoulder. Stopping the kissing assault so that you gain some sort of control over yourself.

 “I am nothing but a loving–”

 “Needy.”

 “A loving boyfriend. Who just wants to make his gorgeous, sweet girl feel good.” He raised a brow up at you. “Don’t you wanna let me make you feel good? I can do that thing you like. Let me do that thing you like.” 

 You let out a small giggle, needing to get away from Steve and his sweet temptations before you gave in. But that only made him eager to make you trap you even more, wrapping his hands against your hips to press you lightly into the video displays. He was about to lean in for another kiss when the sound of the door’s front bell rang. 

 “Hey, do you think I can get some help over here?!”

 Steve let out a heavy sigh as he let you go. Giving his cheek a pat, you whisper for him to finish up your stack of tapes before heading over to the counter. 

 “Sorry about the wait, Sir. How may I help you today?” you said throwing the customer your most dazzling customer service smile. But no matter how cheery you sounded, it would seem nothing would please this man. Not with the way he was glaring at you. 

 “What you can do for me,” he said, slapping the tape down on the counter. “Is give me my money back for having borrowed this terrible movie.”

 The loud snap scared you a bit, but you managed to keep your composure intact. Grabbing the tape, you take one glance at the name before internally groaning. 

 Terms of Endearment in bright cursive font stared up at you innocently. Leave it for a bozo like this to listen to Robin of all people for a movie choice that he clearly wouldn’t enjoy. 

 “This..is a great choice.” you said honestly. “Amazing cast, riveting plot, and–”

 “And a total snooze fest!” he cried out as he leaned against the counter. “My girlfriend was so bored that she ditched me halfway in.” 

 “Not a Shirley MacLaine fan?” you chuckled, still trying to ease the tension. But all that did was make him more mad as he flared out air through his nose. “Look, sir. While I apologize on behalf of the store, Family Video’s return policy doesn’t offer back refunds just because you didn’t like that movie.”

 His glare turned even worse at your reply. “Excuse me?”

 “You’re free to exchange it for another movie if you want, but the money stays here. It wouldn’t be fair for our business to issue back money for every movie you didn’t like.”

 “It was shit!”

 “So was Fast Times at Ridgemont High but I still had to put up with promoting that movie so–”

 “Listen, you dumb bitch. Are you hearing me? You guys give shit movies. Now give me back my money!”

 Whatever reserve you had been holding in instantly shut down the moment the words came out of his mouth. He was no longer a customer, but a buffoon invading the store. It breaks through your composer enough for the anger to come out. “That’s funny, I’ve never been called dumb before.”

 “Why am I even wasting my time with you!? Give me my goddamn money back!”

 “I’ll tell you what we can give you,” Steve said, suddenly emerging from the back. His breath was heavy as he stepped up beside you, moving closer to the register that had him almost acting like a wall between you and the customer. “How about a permanent ban from Family Video?”

 From the side you could tell how angry he was from the way his brows were furrowed. It was the angriest you’ve seen Steve in a while now. The last time being when the two of you were dealing with Billy last fall. Like before you’re taken back by it. O ddly flustered that this was for your sake again.

 “W-what?” the guy sputtered, not expecting this kind of fire thrown back at him. “No. That’s not what I want! I just want my damn three bucks.”

 “Three bucks?” Steve laughed sarcastically. “Harassing our best employee over three bucks and a movie? That’s against store rules.” 

 He leaned over to press down at the register, making the cash drawer pop open. Getting three bucks, he slapped it over the counter and clicked on the movie title with the mouse “Ooh.” he cooed, tutting at the computer screen. “Looks like you’ve actually returned this a day late, champ. That’s a three dollar late charge.” 

 He quickly snatched back the money and threw it back into the register with a grin on his face. Without hesitation, he clicked over the man’s name on the screen before deleting his name from the store’s registry. Your jaw slacked at the blinking deleted text on the screen. Not thinking Steve would even go as far as to go through with the threat. It was so ballsy, so quick.

 It was also insanely hot. 

 “Y-you can’t just do that, you little shit!”

 “Sorry man, looks like the good times at Family Video are over for you.” He walked around the counter, moving to stand before the man as he sized him up. “I’d say if you want better choices you can try Blockbuster.”

 “Oh come on! They charge up the ass there!”

 “Then your only choices are to give her an apology, change up your attitude, and leave. Then maybe I’ll consider letting you register again with us next week.”

 The man’s nostrils flared as he let out another frustrated huff of air. Looking down at the tape that’s still on the counter in disbelief before he finally turned to look at you. “Sorry.” he muttered quietly. Not seemingly too keen on saying the words.

 But Steve was quick to catch onto that and cleared his throat before leaning in closer, holding a hand to his ear. “I’m sorry.” he said loudly with a slight pleading tone. Steve scoffed a bit at that before he looked over at you. Raising a brow for your signal of approval.

 You feigned mulling over the man’s apology before figuring it was the best either one of you would get tonight.  “It’ll do.” you said calmly, pursing your lips. “Now leave.”

 “You heard the lady.” Steve chimed in after, making his way over to the door. “Beat it.”

 The man grumbled to himself, keeping his arms at his sides in fists as he stalked out the door. It oddly resembled an angry toddler more than a grown man. But you didn’t take too much of a glance as your eyes wandered over to Steve who was still at the door. Keeping it open as he stepped out to make sure the man left the entire premises. 

 The back of his muscles were rippling through his polo, causing your eyes to drift over the expanse of his back as he stood guard for the store. You couldn’t hold back your urges anymore.

 Quietly, you made your way around the counter. Moving to stand just behind Steve as he closed up the door. You weaved around him and turned the lock over, making sure that on one could get back inside the store. 

 “Honey, you okay?” he asked, confused. “He’s not coming back in.”

 “I’m not locking up because of him.” you said simply as you turned Steve to face you. Pushing his vest out of the way, you allow your hands to scratch up the front of his chest, stopping just at the collar of his shirt. “I’m making sure the doors are locked so that you can take me into the office in the back and let me show you how much that whole thing turned me–.”

 Steve doesn’t let you finish as he quickly leaned down to press his lips against yours. Feverishly pulling your body to flush against his. Your hands moved up from his shirt collar to wrap around his neck so you could deepen the kiss. 

 “Let’s go.” He said against your lips when pulling back to breathe. You don’t argue and turn around to dash to the private office in the back, working on the buttons of your top before Steve did something stupid like rip them off in the name of passion. 

 The back office was a small room. Only big enough for a regular sized desk and a creaky old chair that Keith loved to lounge on. There’s a couple of papers of stock invoices left on the desk but you carefully chuck them inside one of the drawers before feeling Steve come up behind you. 

 “If I recall,” Steve muttered into your ear as he pressed his front against your back. “You wanted to show me something?” Feeling him so close to you now had you taking in his clean, crisp, cologne scent with a hint of musk that had you going wild these days. And honestly, as much as you liked to pick on Steve for always being horny, it’d be a lie if you said you weren’t the same with him as well sometimes. 

 The lines of his muscles and ridges were curving around your backside. Making you want to curl around to wrap around him. He had other ideas and moved his arms to wrap around you instead. One of his hands snaked into your open top so he could cup at your breast. It made your breath hitch as you tried to answer him.

 “Yeah, I wanted to show how thankful I am.” you whispered, trying to control the moan that wanted to emerge already. 

 “Thankful?” he cooed softly. “You’re thankful for me doing my job?” The smirk is evident in his voice without having to look at it yourself. Steve was definitely getting off on the idea of having you turned on by his heroics. 

 But you didn’t care. In this case, he’d be right. 

 “I am.” you said more clearly this time. “Especially when we both know I could have handled that myself.” 

 He pulled you in tighter, pressing the front of his groin against your backside now. “I know, you would have made him cry if it got bad enough.” He rubbed the tips of his fingers against the pebble of your nipple, flickering with the sensitive skin before he pinched it lightly, earning a soft gasp from you. “But if you thought for a second that I’d let anyone talk to my girl like that, you’re wrong.” 

 He kept the hand changing from pinching to rubbing at your breast while the other slid down your front. Brushing over the front of your stomach before he got to the button of your jeans. It’s only a second for him to single handedly get the buttons and zipper loose. 

 “No one gets to talk to me like that?” you asked, panting at the slight sensation going at your chest right now. It didn’t help that for once having your partner use such possessive words would actually do something to you. 

 “No one.” he confirmed, as his lips started to nip at the vein of your neck. 

 You tipped your head back to rest against the base of his neck and shoulder. Giving him room now to not only press his lips better at your skin, but to get a view at what he was doing to your body. The whole thing was so intimate and slow and you were embarrassed by how needy your body was turning.

 Like he heard the thoughts in your mind, he gently pushed into the front of your panties. Trailing down until he was able to cup around your pussy. “Steve,” you whispered, wriggling a bit in anticipation. “I want you.” 

 “You have me.” he chuckled lightly. “I just wanted to see how damn wet you are.” He pushed two of his fingers now to brush at your clit. Twirling lightly at the small slick of arousal that had begun to build once you were held in his arms. The area is already so sensitive from how horny you were and now Steve’s light teasing was going to get the better of you.

 You’d be more embarrassed about all of that if Steve didn’t moan at the touch. Letting himself play with your pussy like it was his own toy to mess with. When you couldn’t stop wriggling from the light touches, he moved on to what you really wanted. 

 Circling the two fingers against your sensitive bud one last time before he finally inched down to slip them inside of you. A heavy moan escaped your throat finally. Giving into the sensation starting to heat up within your body. 

 “I can’t believe how turned on that made you.” he sighed, moving the hand from your breast to slowly flow up to your neck. “So wet all because I was doing my job as your boyfriend.” The hand wrapped around your neck and you’re a bit excited at the idea of him actually doing the thing he promised earlier. 

 “So wet.” you whimpered, bringing a hand up to place on top of his. He took that as an approving signal and wrapped his fingers around your throat, giving it a tighter hold.

 “Just for me, huh?” he grunted into your ear, keeping the pace quick as he fucked his fingers inside of you. There’s a small wet noise as his hand slapped against the skin. Sounding awfully sinful in a place you both are supposed to be just working at. But you don’t care, not when Steve is starting to hit the right spot and his hand is getting tighter around your throat. 

 “Fuck, Steve!” you choked out, feeling light headed from Steve’s relentless fingering. His long fingers were stroking at your wet walls perfectly. Crooking at just the right angle that was making you weak in the knees. 

 “God I wish you could see how good you look right now, honey.” Steve whispered back, enjoying the pleading tone in your voice. With every grasp to your throat, the walls of your pussy tightened around his fingers. He changed things up by using the heel of his hand to press down on your clit every other stroke. Creating a stimulation that has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. 

 “So close.” you gasped, writhing beneath his hold. He took that as a sign to speed up, letting his pace go at such a speed that you were practically bouncing on top of his hand. 

 “Oh honey,” he panted, “my hand is practically soaked.” 

 You turned your head up, angling towards his so that you were able to press your lips against his. Quickly, he turned the sweet kiss into a hot open mouth kiss. Petting the tip of your tongue with his until he swirled it against the walls of your mouth. It made your mind spin like crazy. His kiss, touch, body, all of it, gave you an overload of sensations. It’s only a few more thrusts from his hand that you’re spasming against him in a hard orgasm.

 He dropped the hand from around your throat to hold you tightly. Making sure you don’t fall to the ground as you crumpled into ecstasy. 

 “Such a pretty girl.” he chuckled against your mouth. The air is hot and you’re trying to inhale Steve’s scent like it’s the only oxygen left. “Think you got one more for me?”

 You’re so drunk on the orgasm he just gave you, that you’re barely able to nod your head. Weakly giving him a peck on the lips as the signal to continue. He gently pulled his hand out from your pants, turning your body around so that you could stand before him. 

 The look in his eyes is dark and hungry. But before he could do anything else, you reached out to wrap your arms around his neck. Dragging him in for another kiss before things got crazy again.

 “I’m supposed to show you how that made me feel.” you pointed out, when you pulled back. Steve doesn’t seem to care as he pulled you up a bit to reach for the line of your jeans. Helping tug them down enough that he’s able to reach down and get one of your legs out. Apparently he’s on a mission of some sorts as it’s the soaked panties he discarded next. 

 You shyly crossed your legs a bit as he helped push the rest of you on the desk. Letting your backside rest more comfortable and give him a better space to check you out. “You can just show me instead.” he said simply, rubbing gently at your thighs before he pushed them open exposing your bare core for him. “You can also let me taste how that made you feel.” 

 With a slack jaw, you watched as Steve kneeled before you. Pressing loving kisses against the inner corner of your thighs before he gradually moved to your pussy. The slick of your arousal was still clear on the lips of your skin and Steve wasted no time in licking them up. 

 A shiver runs through you and you try to control the small whine that wanted to fall out from having him lick around such a sensitive area. But that failed the moment he began to suck gently at the center bud, making you reach down to tug at the ends of his hair.

 “Steve,” you gasped, giving a hard tug. “Please.”

 “I know, baby.” he said against your lips. Not yet coming back up right away. “Just needed to make sure I tasted every bit.” 

 The gloss of your arousal was all over his lips and you couldn’t help but moan at how much he seemed to be enjoying himself. Switching between licking and sucking on areas of your pussy that had the heat returning to your body.

 Having enough of him toying with you again, you reached down and pulled his face towards you again to steal another kiss. Tasting both yourself and a bit of Steve before letting him go with a grunt to him. You needed him in you and you needed him now. He caught on to that and reached for the front of his pants, undoing his belt and buttons until he was able to get his jeans to fall down his hips. 

 The sight of his hard erection had you licking over your lips. He was red, swollen, and leaking from the tip with a bit of precum. Reaching between you, you grabbed onto the base of his cock. Brushing your thumb over the tip gently to coat up the glossy cum before bringing it up to your lips for a taste. He watched in awe as he grabbed the member back in his hands.

 “Taste good?” he grunted, stroking at the base. You watched as he jerked his wrist up and down, getting the erection to full attention. It was oddly distracting. 

 “So good.” you whispered, almost wanting to forgo everything else to get down on your knees for him. But seeing as Steve was already wedging himself between your legs, you’d have to pin that idea down for another time. 

 You felt the tip of his cock brush against your wet folds, coating it for lubricant before he slowly and smoothly thrusted into you. “Yes.” you sighed, blissfully. Eyes closed as you feel every part of your body react to feeling full again. Any aches were gone with and replaced with the pleasure of having Steve in you again. 

 “Been thinking about this all day.” he groaned, rubbing his hand to wrap around your lower back. “Need to be in you all the damn time.”

 “Steve, move, please.” you begged. 

 He shushed you gently. Leaning forward so that he could pepper kisses against the side of your face, neck and shoulder. Then finally, he began to thrust his hips, slowly pushing in and out of you. Another gasp fell past your lips and you placed your hands against the nape of his neck reaching up to tug at the ends of his hair.

 Steve grunted from the tug and tightened his hold on you, digging the tips of his fingers into your skin as he began to drive harder against you The pace became so fast that the sound of his skin slapping against yours, mixed with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded by his cock, turned the room obscenely loud. Between the shared body heat between you two, the air grew hot, and you could feel it hard to breathe. But the need for release from the two of you seemed to make both you guys ignore it in order to be close. 

 In fact, your mind was so frazzled, you almost couldn’t make out what Steve was trying to say to you. 

 “..f’cken..gon..a cu–.”

 “What?” you gasped, trying again to listen to his grunts.

 “Fuckin’ gonna cum, honey.” he said again. “Let me feel you cum around me.”

 Nodding your head, you wrapped your legs around him, bringing his waist closer to yours until you could feel him finally fill you all the way in. It has the both of you letting out a moan together, pausing to enjoy the new sensation before Steve started to rut against you again. 

 The desk beneath you made an annoying squeaking noise as it was rhythmically being pushed in place from the thrusts from Steve. But neither of you seemed to care enough about it as you both rocked together to reach climax.

 Steve brought a hand up from your hip so that he could slide it down between you. The pad of his thumb brushing over the slick on his cock before he brought it up to circle around your clit. Creating another stimulation that has you keening with pleasure. “Fuck, Steve! Don’t stop, I’m so close!” you gasped, back arching as you felt your pussy tightened around him.

 It caused Steve to let out a gasp himself as he tried to focus on the double assault he was giving to your pussy. Keeping up with rubbing and pushing at the same time. “Come for me,” he whispered through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ come for me, honey.” 

 The sudden demand took over your body and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you fell into the blinding pleasure. A small tremor followed your rocking and you held onto Steve’s arms as you cried out from everything that had been building up. It didn’t take long for his hands to fall back to your hips, gripping tightly as he gave one hard thrust forward. 

 A guttural growl fell past his lips as he came. Hot ropes of his cum shooting inside you while he pressed his body tightly against yours. 

 Steve continued to thrust lazily, helping you both ride out the remnants of your orgasms. His hands rubbed lightly over your hips and backside soothingly. Giving your body some love until he finally ceased his movements. Letting his head fall a bit to rest against your shoulder so he could catch his breath. 

 “Holy shit.” he gasped softly. Hot breath fanning over your exposed skin. “That was..”

 “Intense?”

 “Hot.”

 You chuckled a bit before carefully snuggling into his arms. Needing to have some of Steve’s sweeter side after having such a crazy few moments just now. He reached his arms up to wrap around you. Engulfing you into a more comfortable type of heat. 

 Moving your head, you nuzzle against his pecs and listen to the slight thump of his heartbeat. It’s still beating so fast but it brings you comfort instantly. He brought a hand up to brush down the bits of your hair that became frazzled before tipping your chin to make you look up at him. 

 There was a look in his warm eyes that had your heart beating fast. You were happily selfish to know that he would only look at you like this. Similar thoughts must have ran through Steve’s mind because he suddenly grinned, taking in a deep breath before he leaned to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you.” he said suddenly, thumb brushing at your jawline now. “A lot.” 

 The words still have such a heavy affect on you after all this time. Making you feel flushed and flustered again. “I love you, too.” You said softly, placing your hand over his. “Especially since you did that thing I like.”

 Now it’s Steve’s turn to get flustered, making him shake his head before giving you another kiss. With that distraction, he reached between the two of you and gently eased himself out from your core. The tip of his cock brushed over your swollen puffy lips, coating them in your mixed juices. You broke apart from the kiss with a small gasp. You could tell from the small smirk on Steve's lips he was pretty pleased with the sight. But he didn’t say anything other than let go of himself to gently caress at the places his hands had pressed down on too hard.  

 “Sorry I can’t help clean that up right now.” he sighed.

 “It’s fine. I’ll shower when you drop me off at Robin’s.” you said, reaching down to help tuck him into his pants. He bounced a bit from your touch but let you finish up. 

 “Oh, is that where I’m taking you after this?” he chuckled, helping reach over for your underwear and jeans. It’s more of a struggle getting you back into your clothes. Especially with how sweaty you were. But eventually you’re climbing off the desk with pants on again.

 “Well those were my original plans.” you answered finally, buttoning up the front of your shirt. “I was gonna finish work, get in a quick makeout session, and convince you to drop me off.” Pointing over at him, you give a small frowning pout. “Would’ve been a perfect plan but you got greedy.”

 “Greedy?”

 “Yes.”

 “I thought I was your hero?” he asked, raising a brow as he helped adjust the vest over your shirt. “Wasn’t that how we ended up here?”

 “Well yes,” you agreed. “But I was thinking of something along the lines of head or a hand job. But then you came in and let your little sneaking hands have their fun. Which led to more craziness and now I’m gonna go to Robin’s looking incredibly messy. She’s gonna tease me all night!”

 “Incredibly messy? Don’t you mean freshly fucked?” 

 If you knew it wouldn’t give Steve an ego boost, you’d cover up your face from his dirty words. Knowing how flustered they truly made you feel. But he’s already with a big head tonight. 

 “God,” You said, crossing your arms instead. “You’re terrible!” 

 Steve laughed a bit at your dramatic words before nodding his head. “You’re right. I’m the worst.” He reached out to cup at your cheek, looking at you with such adoration that you can’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. “I guess I should make up for that with a ride to Buckley’s.”

 “A ride would be great.” you sniffed wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him lightly. “Though, if we maybe hurry...I can still show you what I wanted to do to you in your car..”

 Steve's face changed quickly from content, back to excited with your lingering promise. Without saying much he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Let’s go!” he practically sang, reaching down for your hand so he could lead you out. But you’re quick to stop him, giving him a puzzled look.

 “Uh Steve, honey? You forgetting something?” 

 “What’s that?”

 “We still have to close and clean up…everything.” 

 “Shit.”

  THE NEXT DAY

 “I’m just saying, you two shouldn’t be allowed to close the store with each other anymore if that’s what you guys do with spare time.”

 Steve let out a tired groan, gripping onto his wheel tightly as he shook his head at his friend’s words. It’s been ten minutes of Robin’s jabs and your poor boyfriend was slowly losing his patience. Ever since she caught the two of you giving a more affectionate type of greeting this morning, she hasn’t stopped talking about it since. Much to Steve’s dismay. 

 “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” he lied, acting like Robin had no context clues as to what you two did once you had arrived at her doorstep last night.

 “Oh? So you guys didn’t have sex at the store?”

 “That’s a serious accusation, Robin.” you chimed in, trying to stick with your boyfriend and act like the smeared makeup on your face was from something else. “Steve and I are respectful, hard working, employees who would never do such a thing at a workplace.”

 From your passenger mirror, you could see Robin give you an exasperated look. “I think you guys are forgetting that I was stuck with the two of you in your summer heat at Scoops.” She leaned forward to give you a scrunched up look of disgust. “You’re part of the reason why I had to start timing Steve’s break times.”

 You can’t help but giggle a little bit at the memory. There was definitely no excuse to cover up those times, but a part of you knew you couldn’t give in to her teasing just yet. Reaching around her you slapped lightly at Steve’s arm for help.

 “That was uh, us trying to gain control over our emotions. You know..connecting and uh talking..”

 Robin snorted at that, sitting back against her seat as she shook her head at the two of you. Turning over, you give a small sympathetic smile to your friend. Not quite wanting to fully annoy her. “When you get a boyfriend this year, you’ll see how hard it is to keep control of your emotions.” 

 What was supposed to be taken lightly seemed to affect Robin differently. Her eyes shifted side to side before landing on something behind you. Before you could glance at what it was, you felt Steve patting at your thigh. Getting you to sit back against your seat. 

 “Buckley’s gonna tough out her time in Hawkins single.” Steve said lightly, looking at his friend through the mirror for a moment. Something flickered over his face as he raised a brow at the girl. “That is unless she’s changed her mind from our last conversation?”

 “No!” Robin bellowed quickly, rubbing her hands over her face. “I’m not interested in dating right now, thank you.”

 You frowned a bit, confused as to when the two of them had an in depth conversation about dating that you weren’t aware of. Sure, they worked together alone without you. But one of them would usually bring up something at a later time to include you..

 “So there’s no guy in your grade that you’ve had your eye on?” you asked slowly, trying to keep your curiosity at bay. “Because if there is, I can totally and subtly set you up. Ask Steve, I’m really good at it!” 

 “You are, honey. But Robin isn’t into anyone right now.”

 “How do you know? She hasn’t said–”

 “I just do!” he said quickly, making the car become quiet. You’re painfully aware of how much your words are the threatening tone that’s causing the disturbance that Steve’s trying to get rid of. He was never so defensive over anything with you. Not even when he was your ‘enemy’ did he ever push you out of something.

 So what the hell was so different this time? 

 “That’s odd. Since when the hell did you suddenly become so defensive over Robin’s dating life?”

 Steve’s jaw slacked a bit as he continued to drive. There’s a venom to your tone that hasn’t had to come out in so long. But you couldn’t help but feel there was something being kept from you. And by the two people you were considering close friends. 

 The blunt question threw him off a bit, but he quickly shook his head.  “How is it odd with me but okay with you?”

 You crossed your arms over your chest. “For starters, I’ve been known to meddle in people’s love lives. I’m a pretty good wingman.” 

 “Congratulations, Cupid. But this might be a time your services aren’t needed.” he chuckled, trying to ease you into joking around again. But you couldn’t help but frown even more. You opened your mouth, ready to ask why he was trying to put a stop to your work when Robin leaned forward again.

 “I had a friend who liked me back in Sophomore year. It didn’t end up well.” she looked solely at you now, giving you almost a pleading look. “It’s kinda put me off on dating highschool boys..”

 “Yeah, which is why it’s probably best if we just drop the subject.” Steve added right after.

 It was almost dumb for either of them to think that you’d so easily ignore not only the subtle lies in their voices, but the fact that there were things and conversations you weren’t even aware of.

At this point you didn’t know whether to be insulted as a friend, girlfriend, or a regular nosy bitch. But since the car turned down the familiar road to the school, you knew you wouldn’t have enough time to dive into another round of questions.

 “Well, thanks for the ride, dingus.” Robin chuckled awkwardly once the car had stopped. “I’ll uh see you later.”

 She quickly opened up her door, grabbed her things and got out of the car. Sensing that things between you and Steve weren’t done just yet. The door slammed quickly and you kept your gaze on the dashboard before Robin turned around to stick her head through the window. Giving you a small but hopeful smile. 

 “I promise that the very moment I wanna date again...you’ll be the first person I go to. Okay?”

 Her attempt to mend your mood does bring a small smile to your face. You give her a small nod before letting her walk off to enter inside the school. Steve shut off the engine with a small smile. Probably already in his own thoughts about what you were going to say now that you were alone. But the petty girl inside of you wants to leave him to mull over those thoughts alone.

 “I’ll see you later.” you muttered, unbuckling your seatbelt. Reaching for the door, you were about to open it up before Steve shot across to keep you from doing so. Sputtering your name until you let go of the handle to lean back against your seat. 

 “Seriously? You’re just gonna leave like that?” he asked incredulously before sitting back. “What’s wrong?” he asked carefully, extending his hand out for you. The mean girl that wants to be cruel to him is gone, and you have to remind yourself that you were just happily gooey in love with him not fifteen minutes ago. 

 “I’m...upset.” you got out eventually ignoring the peace offering of his hand to keep your arms in your lap. 

 “Why? Because of Robin?”

 “Yes!..No..Yes and no. I’m mad at the both of you.”

 He visibly gulped, looking at you for a moment before he dropped his gaze down. “Why would you be upset? I was just trying to help Robin out. She’s not ready for that kinda stuff. She’s not like us, baby.”

 “She is perfectly normal to date.” you said ignoring the pet name. “What’s not normal is how adamant you are about her not dating.” 

 Steve frowned, shaking his head slowly turning in his seat to face you better. “Honey, I’m only sticking up for her because I know she won’t. Lord knows I’m barely able to tell you no. She wouldn’t have a fighting chance.”

 There’s a bit of truth to his words. But something is still off. A flicker of worry comes into your mind. Something you haven’t thought about once since becoming friends with him last winter. But a deep angry voice kept flooding one question in your mind.

 ..he’s never been so off with you.. (tick)

 Steve wouldn’t lie to you, would he?

 ..yes, he would.. (tock)

 A brush of a finger to your cheek pulled you out of your dreadful mind. Steve had moved in closer now, using the console between you as a way to lean towards your face. His hand was touching your face gently and carefully. “I’m sorry if what I said made you uncomfortable.” he mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I sometimes forget you might not be around for every conversation I have with Robin. I promise it’s just me looking out for her, okay?” 

 While you knew that whatever bullshit detector was going off about this whole thing with Robin. It definitely wasn’t with Steve's words. He really did care about Robin in the same way you would with Jonathan. You had to give him the same benefit he would for you. 

 Keeping up with that previous worrisome mind would be an awful way to start school. So you settle for pushing down that venom in order to make peace. For now. 

 “Okay. I’m sorry..I believe you.” 

 He seemed pleased with your slight deception and leaned to cup at your cheek. “You know, you’re kinda cute when you get mad. Sitting there with a pout and frown on your face.”

 “Keep going, your highness.” you warned with no real threat.

 He took his chances of having your mood been lightened up to give a sweet kiss to your lips. It had the same warmth from the one this morning and your body doesn’t waste its time relaxing into it.

 “Wanna skip school?” He mumbled against you, seemingly unable to pull himself away from your face now that things were better.“ Got an idea of what we can do right now.”

 That brought out a laugh from you, forcing you to be the one to pull back to look at him properly.

“After that car ride I feel I should make you work towards getting some alone time with me again.” You teased lightly watching a small pout form on his face. You reached out and gently rubbed at his plump pink lips with your thumb.

 “I���m willing to put in the work, boss.” He smiled, making you need to kiss him stupid again. Leave it to only a couple of seconds of alone time to get you out of your bad mood. 

 “I might have some spare time later on for you then.”

 You watched as the smile on his face turned into a wide grin. Cheeks round and rosy from his excitement. 

 “Tonight.” He said out of breath. Reaching up to pull at your hands in order to press kisses against the palms inside. “I’m gonna take you out. Make it up to ya with food, more kisses, and maybe that thing you like again.”

 “Oh.” You giggled with a nod. “I’m gonna hold you onto that.”

 He’s almost insatiable when he dove in for another deep kiss that had your stomach doing somersaults. Thankfully, Steve managed to pull away in order to look at the time on the dashboard clock. “I’ll see you later.” He smirked, letting you finally leave the car.

 It took only a few seconds of gaining the courage to leave his side before you finally did. Waving him off as he made his leave to work. Hopefully without any annoying customers this time. 

 Nancy, who had been waiting patiently in front of the school, joined your side when you made your way to the front doors. “You know, I always thought I’d feel awkward seeing you and Steve finally together. But I don’t.” 

 “Well, thanks, I guess?” 

 She laughed a bit, nudging you with her shoulder. “I was worried about it. But after seeing you guys a couple of times I’m more than sure now you guys really are good for each other.” 

 “Good for each other.” You repeated. Still slightly skeptical of her words.

 “Yeah, you guys are actually so infatuated with one other in a sickeningly sweet kind of way. It’s kinda nice.”

 “Kinda nice or kinda gross?” you teased, making her shake her head worriedly before you held up your hand to stop her worrying. “I’m joking, Nance. I know Steve and I are sort of..a lot these days. But he makes me happy.”

 “I know! And I’m happy that you’re happy, truly.” she insisted. You smile and nod before leading the two of you into the threshold of the front doors. “There is just one thing I’ve kinda been curious about.”

 “How good is our sex life?” you joked, making her blue eyes go wide.

 “No.” she coughed a bit, flustered at the question. “It’s uh, well, you’re close to Robin now, right?”

 “Yeah.” you answered honestly. “Maybe not as close as her and Steve apparently. But I consider us close.” You moved to go towards your lockers, prying open the door to collect your things. 

 “So you aren’t weirded out about that? Don’t they work together without you sometimes?”

 You frown over at Nancy, confused where she was getting at with her questions. Not only because it was odd for her to point out, but also because of their horribly timed arrival. It was almost like she knew what went on in the car just now.

 “They close together and sometimes work in the morning on the weekends. But we all hang out a lot when we get the chance. And I just found out Robin isn’t currently looking to date at the moment so it looks like she’s our third wheel for the time being. Why the cross-examination?”

 Having someone as naturally curious as Nancy Wheeler, have her thoughts be on the subject of your boyfriend and other friend definitely wasn’t helping squash your growing current insecurity. 

 “Right. I’m sorry.” she said quickly, closing the door to her locker. Her eyes were wide and shifting over the area. “It’s nothing, I guess I’m just not used to Steve having friends who are girls.”

 “He’s had friends who are girls before, Nance..”

 “Yeah, you.”

 “Yeah, so?”

 “Now you guys are dating.” You’re about to point out how that was completely different before she held up her hands defensively. “It was just a small, passing, thought! If you say you’re good, then you’re good. If I’m being honest, I guess it’s mostly just me that feels a little bit skeptical about their friendship. And that’s mostly because it’s been a couple of months since Starcourt and I have no idea who Robin really is.”

 You glanced down the hall towards the school bulletin boards. Watching as Robin looked over the new flyers posted up. You’ve hung out closely with her for four months now and even consider her a good friend. The two of you have bonded over different things that didn’t even involve Steve. 

 So why was it suddenly after one morning of hearing her and Steve tag team against you, that you feel there might be something you don’t know about her?

 “Let’s go.” Nancy said, softly. “There’s this article I’ve been working on about gaining equality at this school that I want you to read. If it’s good enough maybe we can convince Fred to let me get it on the cover instead of his piece on the mystery meat served last week.”

 Your gaze followed Robin as she left the hall. Smile on her face as she disappeared from your sight. 

 “It’s not the only mystery around here.”

A/N: If you’ve managed to read through all that mess I love you. It’s been so hard for me in the rl lately to be able to write and continue this. But I missed writing these two out so much and there’s so much stuff I need to set up for the actual plot of the show to come in. So enjoy these sort of longer chapters along the way. I hope you guys are ready for the drama coming up!

[shelfthe-reader]

Super late WIP Wednesday 10/30 post

What it says on the tin. I’ll update the WIP Wednesday community with all of the random stuff.

BUCKLEYS TAKE LA - @twyrewolf , @aparticularbandit

While inspecting the room, Evan realized that there wasn’t much for him to pack. Sure, he was a relatively sentimental person, but he didn’t want to take much of that with him - just in case something happened. Danny and Maddie would appreciate some of it anyway.  Clothing was surprisingly the easiest to deal with. Evan didn’t need much - only a couple weeks worth, and maybe some nicer outfits - so the rest could go into storage or donated. He didn’t really care either way.

i know nothing about the military ft a secret relationship - @allofthebeanz @zyrafowe-sny

NOTE: GIRLIE IS STILL GIVING BIRTH TO HER SON + THERE ARE COMPLICATIONS BUT SINCE ITS A DIFFERENT POV IT’S KINDA VAGUE SO IT SHOULD BE FINE BUT TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES.

The nurse took that as an invitation to look under the blanket, which Eddie thought was a little strange, but what did he know?  There was a brief pause, followed by an uncomfortable silence.  “Okay, Shannon, we may have to do things a little differently now,” the nurse approached.  Eddie could feel Shannon’s pulse quicken. It definitely wasn’t the ideal situation, and he started praying.  “Differently? What do you mean by differently?”

FBN: THE FIC - @auburnlaughter @loyal-house-of-lupin @hurricanebreeze @eriquin @kallisto-k

The Captain gestured to the seat opposite of himself and Buck sat down and took in the sight in front of him.  The Captain was thumbing through a file. His own, Buck figured. T.K., though he had his own copy, opted to continue staring into Buck’s soul like it had personally offended him.  Not cool, man.  Channeling some of the Diaz Sass, (It’s not ‘sass’, Buck, Eddie would argue, I just can’t deal with it anymore) Buck decided to take a shot.  “You look like you want to ask me something, Strand. Wanna bite?” T.K smirked, placing his forearms on the table and leaning in towards Buck.  “Would you,” he started, “or would you not commit a hate crime while on shift?” What the fuck?  Out of any outrageous question Buck thought he was going to get, that was the last thing he expected.

Re-evaluate Your Decisions Bestie - @lizhly @tamsinswriting @somefishycat @asha10100101010 @wizisbored

@oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @whimsicalmeerkat @post-and-out

NOTE: THERE IS A CW FOR ALLUSIONS TO SU*C*DE AT THE END TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES

Eddie felt his eyes well up in tears, but he did nothing to fight them.  Ignore them, his father would tell him. Real men don’t cry.  He tried not to think of his father. Being a real man got him into this mess.  “Did he tell you anything else?” He whispered, not trusting his voice. Carla glared at him, but there was a softness to it. That was the best part about Carla, Eddie decided. She still loved him, even if he was being an ass.  “Not much, Eddie,” she replied. “The poor boy wouldn’t even tell me where he was going. He doesn’t trust anyone right now. But…” “But what, Carla?” Eddie begged. “What did he tell you? We need, I need to know if… if he…” Eddie trailed off, not daring to finish the sentence. The whole room understood, though.  Carla wrapped Eddie in her embrace, and, though it was still a bit stiff, it was still warm enough. “Oh Eddie,” she said. “No need to worry about that, baby. He handed me a stack of transfer papers, not resignation forms. He’s okay. Well, not okay, exactly, but alive.”

[eddieandbird]

hi Bird! happy Valentine’s Day! Can I please get an after hours with Eddie Munson? A girl can dream.. 🫠

thank you so much!!! Have a beautiful day! 🌹

hello my darling! i know it's super late, but i hope you enjoy this one

tw/tags: smut|f!reader|public s*x|c*ck-warming|praise-k*nk|lap riding|

You let out soft giggles as you felt Eddie’s stubble along your jawline. He peppered your neck in kisses, traveling up back to your lips. He lifted back the armrest in between the both of you so he could wrap his right arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. Your heart skipped a beat as Eddie pulled away and looked down at you. His eyes reflected the low light of the theater and the shadows emphasized the lines around his smile.

“What? What did I do now?” you scoffed jokingly.

“Not a thing, Baby. You’re just so pretty tonight, I can’t stop looking at you,” he chuckled before looking off into space.

“Baby, c’mon we-”

“I know, I know, we’re at the movies. I promise as soon as the previews are over, I’ll keep my eyes on the screen,” Eddie interrupted your protest. He tipped his head, attempting to go in for another kiss until the lights in the theater dimmed. You muffled a laugh in your hands as he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah I get it,”

Thankfully your hand remained on your lips to cover up the yelp you let out when Eddie pulled you into his lap. His arms wrapped around you like a seatbelt as the warmth from his core covered your back. You tried to turn to him once more to ask what he was doing, but his hand squeezed your cheeks in and forced you to look forward.

“Eddie…” you gave a breathy whisper.

“Just keep your eyes on the screen with me, Sweetheart. Try not to disturb the nice folk sitting in front of us,” You scanned the room one last time before focusing on the film. You and Eddie were sat in the very back of the theater, the closest people to you were 5 rows in front of you. In your head, you begged them to not look in your direction. As soon as you moved your hand away from your mouth, Eddie’s was there to replace it. A silent sigh escaped your lips as his fingertips traced them. You quickly kissed them as he ordered “Suck on them, Baby. Get them nice and wet for me,”

His low, hushed tone was irresistible. You felt as if you’d lost your vision. The film played on the 40 ft screen before you and you were retaining none of it. You just melted into Eddie’s touch, desperately tuning out the soundtrack and dialogue so you could follow every one of his orders. Your tongue swirled over Eddie’s two middle fingers, generously coating them in spit down to his rings. You could feel him growing hard beneath you.

“Such a good girl,” He tickled the top of your ear with his lips.

“Eddie, are you sure we should be doing this?” Your voice trembled.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” Without turning your head, you could tell he was giving his infamous smirk. “Now where was I…” You bit your lip as you felt his hand snake its way under the elastic waistband of your pants, attempting not to make a sound with his fingers exploring you. Eddie let out a quiet “Fuck…” as he mixed the spit on his fingers with your wetness. “I guess you didn’t need the help after all. I love that you’re always ready for me,” Eddie’s breathing picked up as he slowly rubbed circles into your clit, gently flicking his fingertips upwards on your most sensitive spot.

“Eddie, faster please,” You desperately grinded yourself on his palm to find more relief.

“Are you crazy? Do you want to get caught, Sweetie?” He mocked, applying more pressure to his circles. “If you want me, we have to go slow,” He gripped onto your waistband and you eagerly wiggled until it sat right beneath your butt. Eddie did a similar dance to discreetly pull down his own pants. He then held your waist up, hovering your entrance right above him. Your cheeks burned with the anticipation of his hard cock pressed up against you. Whimpers left your lips again as you felt him gleefully teasing you, your legs wobbling from the position you were forced to hold.

Air hissed through your teeth as you begged “Eddie… Please fuck me,”

“‘Please’ you said? My darling, you beg so pretty,” He teased as he gripped your thighs, sinking your body onto him. Your hand clasped your mouth once again to dampen the sound of your moan. You both felt lucky as a scene with intense gunfire in the movie covered any background noise perfectly. Being totally silent at that moment would’ve been almost impossible with the way he pushed his cock into you inch by inch.

“Eddie,” you repeated his name as you felt him throb inside of you. You shifted forward a bit to create friction and almost cried out when he pulled you right back in.

“Stay here Babygirl. If you can keep me inside you for the rest of the movie, you’ll get what you want,” Eddie snickered before pinching your cheek. “Understood?”

[astrvia]

' el esfuerzo que le pusimos no es falso ' le recuerda, porque no aprueba que eso se vea como una parte más del teatro que la clave quería montarse con ellos. si todas las cosas habían sido fabricadas y decididas previamente, quería pensar que al menos su determinación era genuina. que había algo, aunque fuese mínimo, que sí les pertenecía. ' así que no te desalientes por eso. lo que hicimos en el campo fue todo cosa nuestra, no de ellos.' y quizás solo está poniéndose una cara frente a la contraria, intentando parecer que siente seguridad cuando no es el caso. en realidad, cede a la presión y a la incertidumbre más fácil de lo que aparenta, porque no es tan complicado descomponerlo solo presionando los botones correctos. es solo que no quiere centrar la atención en sí mismo, y además, considera que necesita que el resto de draco siga con altos espíritus. incluso si se desmorona en silencio, todavía puede falsear la confianza hasta llegar a creérselo y seguir la sinergia de esa motivación con la que envalentonaron el chat durante la jornada previa. ' de nada ' le responde con un tono más ligero, intentando bromear de una forma incómoda. aun le cuesta, porque sigue desconcertado, y confundido, y aterrado, y ansioso y... necesita detener la espiral de algún modo. dejar de ahogarse en sus propios pensamientos y centrarse en algo distinto. ayudar a la contraria parecía el método más sencillo, incluso si nunca se ha considerado un compañero de grupo súblime en ese aspecto. ni en draco, ni en los tiempos de (S)TELL☆R. sea como sea, sonríe de forma muy poco notoria cuando se da cuenta de que vuelve a comportarse como ella misma, con la actitud desbaratada y competitiva de siempre. se vuelvo un leve alivio. la pregunta, pese a todo, lo toma por sorpresa. ' por supuesto' afirma, sin pensarlo demasiado, como si la respuesta fuese automática. se lo debe a la persona a quién está representando. ' mi padre...' la palabra se siente extraña en su garganta, como cuando debe aprender a pronunciar la letra de una canción que está escrita en un idioma que no maneja, ' no puedo decepcionarle. tampoco dañar su reputación, si es que lo que vivianne dijo es cierto. ' afirma, con simpleza. ' ¿no es así para ti?'

se ríe entre dientes, tratar con astra es nuevo porque eddie nunca se codeó de personalidades similares por lo tanto desconoce cómo moverse, a veces pincha un poco de más sólo para molestar, aunque en el fondo siempre espera que el otro no pase a verla con desdén por esto. ' el béisbol fue un chiste después de todo ' suspiro algo resignado escapa de sus labios, incluso se encoge de hombros por un momento también. la victoria le dio una sensación de seguridad y de orgullo consigo misma que hacía un tiempo no sentía, por mucho que muestre lo contrario y quizás debió estar más atenta, no dejarse llevar por triunfo tan banal. ' con las trampas, los favoritismos — tienes razón, creo que nos vieron la cara de estúpidos, hasta pusieron al personal a alentar por cada une de nosotres y todo ' como si de pronto abriera los ojos ante la verdad, carcajea en voz baja y luego vuelve a mirar a su compañero. ' me desalienta porque sí que nos esforzamos ' porque no le gusta perder en nada, además. ' y porque, bueno, no puedo pensar muy racional en éstos momentos pero evidentemente tú me ayudas ' palabras impropias han sabido calmar manojo de nervios y ver situación desde otra pespectiva, ' de igual manera eso también es un hecho, que no me voy a quedar callada tampoco si nos quieren pasar por encima, porque igual su juego de niños lo ganamos ' se aferra mucho a aquello precisamente por lo que astra explica, que la clave rompe propios principios entonces de algo ha de valer su triunfo, ' tú de verdad quieres permanecer aquí, ¿cierto? ' no importa si no le comparte razones, ella misma no se abriría tan fácil a éstas aún, lo que le interesa es que los motive mismo fin.

[estelle-speaks]

(inspired by this post)

Nobody asked for this but here is a little Steddie ficlet ft. the spicy six inspired by the 'cooler' episode from New Girl

'Just Kiss Me, Munson!'

Argyle was back in Hawkins visiting Jonathan so everyone decided it was the perfect excuse to have their own party where they could fully indulge themselves in reckless teenage party activities. Nancy and Robin were laid over each other on Steve’s couch giggling as they passed the joint to Jonathan and Argyle who were in a similar state. Steve was draped over the chair staring at his friends and kept nudging Eddie who was sat on the floor with his back to Steve. Eddie was tense, he knew what happened when he usually got high, he knew that if he had too much he’d get handsy and Steve would be the one to receive his hands, and Eddie couldn’t risk that. Him and Steve had had something weird going on for weeks, there had been flirting and wandering hands and nights spent in each other's beds but it meant nothing, right? Thats what Eddie had to keep reminding himself. He’d had an embarrassing crush on Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington all through high school and it had only gotten worse since they’d become friends, or whatever they were.

Steve seemed to be sick of the giggles from his friends and lack of activity involving him so he suggested a game of spin the bottle. Robin bolted upright, protesting “Um no dingus were not doing that.” Eddie piped up at this point, “Yeah, I second Buckley. We’re not playing spin the fucking bottle.” Nancy slid her hand onto Robin’s knee and gently met her eyes saying “I don’t know; it could be fun?” Jonathan and Argyle chuckled in sync as Argyle looked around the room with a smile and turned to Steve saying, “I’m in brochacho, you’re all pretty people so a kiss from any of you would be nice.” Jonathan blushed as Argyle knocked his knee against his, their moment was interrupted by Robin’s scoff and exclamation of “You’re not kissing me.” Steve laughed as he picked up Eddie’s empty beer bottle and met his eyes as he put the bottle to his lips and tipped his head back to get the last drops out before setting it down on the floor in front of everyone, looking back at Eddie saying “That settles it then. Spin the bottle.” Everyone slid of the sofa’s and chairs and sat around cross legged giggling at the stupidity of this teenage ritual. Nancy went first, the neck pointed at Jonathan, they smiled at each other and lent in and kissed for old times sake and pulled away both with a light blush covering their cheeks as Jonathan pushed his hair back and sat back down. “Jonathan’s turn now!” Steve exclaimed glancing around at the group who had a variety of emotions on their face. Steve homed in on Eddies look of, fear, anger? He couldn’t quite figure out what was going on in his head, but a quiet Eddie was uncommon so Steve knew something was going on. He was too busy watching Eddie fiddle with his rings to notice the bottle was now pointing at him. He looked up at Jonathan and shrugged his shoulders and leaned in to kiss a slightly shell-shocked Jonathan Byers, who’s blush deepened into a darker pink as Steve pulled away and patted his cheek. Steve could feel Eddie’s fidgeting intensify next to him, which made Steve involuntarily smirk. He sat himself back down before giving the bottle a dramatic spin, it spun nearly 360° which caused a sigh in the group before they realised the bottle wasn’t pointing back at Steve but instead at an agitated Eddie Munson. “Well, Munson?” Steve said as Eddie finally realised what was happening, visible panic struck across his face before he started wafting his hands around, protesting “No, no, no. I’m not kissing you Steve.”

“What? Why? It’s the rules of the game.” Steve jabbed.

“Yeah, well I don’t want to play the game.”

“Just kiss me Eddie. Its no big deal its just a game! I kissed Jonathan and that was nothing, so just kiss me.”

“Uh. No.”

“Ugh, lets just do this. Kiss me already.”

“No, Steve, I’m not going to kiss you!”

“Kiss me.”

“Steve stop!”

“Eddie. Just do it.” Muttered Nancy across the circle

“No! I’m not kissing him. If your so worried about Harrington getting his kiss why don’t you just do it Wheeler?”

“But she’s not the one the bottle landed on.” Steve attested.

Steve turned fully to face Eddie, “GOD JUST KISS ME, MUNSON!”

“NO! Not like this!”

Eddies eyes widened realising what he’d said. The rest of the group took their eyes off the boys pretending they heard nothing. Steve kept his eyes on Eddie, tilting his head and slightly smiling. “Not like this? What does that mean?”

Eddie melted into a puddle on the floor with his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose muttering and began muttering nonsense, “Nothing. I just…I didn’t mean like…I just…we can’t like that because that’s not…you know like…its very like... you don’t…that’s not what it-”

“What?”

“It doesn’t matter, Harrington!” Steve looked a little hurt as Eddie said those words. His stare at Eddie was broken by Robin suggesting they just watch a movie. Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle all exclaimed “yes!” to break the discomfort now filling the room. Everyone went to sit back on the sofas and try to return to the comfort before the bottle. Nancy linked her little finger with Robin's and smiled up at her dropping her head to the other girls shoulder. Argyle sat back on the sofa as Jonathan then laid his head on Argyles lap and he began to run his fingers through his hair as the movie began.Both Steve and Eddie spent the whole movie sat upright trying not to touch each other or meet eyes in their secret glances.

When the movie finally finished everyone started to make their excuses to leave, leaving Eddie the last one at Steve’s. They gave an awkward half smile to each other as Eddie stepped out the door. Steve began to turn away but he saw Eddie freeze a few steps out the door before turning back to Steve and stepping closer to him than they’d been all night. They both let out a shaking breath at the closeness, Eddie parted his lips and looked Steve in the eyes and softly said “I meant something like this.” Before pulling Steve in and kissing him deeply. He grabbed his waist and pushed his hands in Steve’s hair, which Steve would typically hate but he’d been waiting for this moment for months so he didn’t care that his hair was a mess because he had Eddie Munson kissing him. Steve pulled Eddie in as close as he could get him pushing his hands up the back of Eddie’s shirt. Steve slowly pulled away from Eddie, leaving him hanging their, lips parted and eyes still shut. Steve softly smiled as Eddie opened his eyes and composed himself. “Do you want to come back in?” Steve said coyly, he’d invited Eddie in so many times before but this time was different. Eddie looked down at his feet and then brought his eyes back up to Steve’s with a smile, “I’d really like that.”

[ebaylee422]

Mending Our Home PT. 2

Dad!Steve Harrington X Mom!Reader

Authors Note: This is a chapter talking about grief, again Pregnancy loss trigger warning! Send in a request if you want to see more Dad Steve in the future (maybe some happier stuff but I do love angst), I have a few other drafts but would love some inspo!

Summary: Conclusion of the Harrington's unplanned hospital stay, Joyce and Jim (Hop) cheer you up. Taking care of you and Steve like you wished your parents did. In Steve's exhaustion he's brought back to 1986 and the memories he wish would stay there. You blame yourself, for all of it.

Characters: Steve Harrington, Reader, Teddy Harrington (oc), Joyce and Jim, mentions of other characters ft. auntie robin and uncle dusty. Max Mayfield and Eddie Munson.

Warnings/Tags: Grief, Clarity of what happened Season 4, Body dysmorphia?, Pregnancy loss warning!

Word Count: 4.4 k

Flipping through a magazine that was on the tray table when a series of knocks stole your attention. The door opened wide to reveal Joyce running to your bedside. She looked just as exhausted as Steve. Jim Hopper followed to drop some bags on the floor, setting a water bottle and baggy of snacks on the tray by your bed. She cupped your face and grabbed your hand, kissing all over your face. Steve stood at the foot of your bed in tears, Jim came up behind him and shook up his shoulders, pushing him to the other side of the bed close to you. The adults took turns hugging you, but Steve just watched in silence, examining your body, his face holding some type of apprehension. While his hand was soft and malleable cradled with yours, warming your heart.

“You did so well honey. After Steve called us, Hop and Jonathan went and cleaned the apartment up. When you're sick of us, we're gonna stop on the drive home at Bradley's and fill your fridge. Get everything nice, ready for you to be home safe." She squeezed your shoulders again before hugging you get again.

"Geez don't suffocate the girl. What Joyce is getting too, we’re all so glad you're alive and recovering kiddo.” Hop pulled Joyce to his side, knocking your chin to the side in fondness.

"We also have been sprucing up Jonathan's old room so Teddy has a comfortable place with us. Whenever! No pressure, he's just such a good little boy." Joyce reached out for you hand leaning her hip on the free space of your bed.

“Or if Steve gets sick of sitting up in a chair staring at you.” Hopper added with a wink, poking fun at Steve.

“Watch it, oh old one,” Steve went over and started talking to Jim. Joyce was still holding tightly to your hand,

“Thank you, Joyce for everything. For coming here, being with Teddy. It means a lot.” You squeaked

“Of course, sweetie, you just take all the time you need to heal and rest." she brushed the wiry hair off your forehead.

"We're all here for you, and we have a little surprise in the waiting room if you're up for it." Hop added, craning his head towards the door.

"Yes! Eat something first you two, I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere!" Joyce jumped up running out of the room.

"I love that woman but she is crazzzyyyy..." Hop sighed moving his cap to scratch at his scalp

"A wonderful crazy that you match Hop." You giggled

"Shush, now let's open up the ho-ho's before she comes back and complains about my high blood sugar." He teasingly hit your arm with the back of his hat, grabbing the paper bag of squeaky plastic processed snacks dumping them out on the table.

"Mommmmyyyyy!!!!" The door opened wide to Joyce holding Teddy by his hand until he saw you in the bed. Running immediately to you Steve pulled him across the bed by his belt.

"Teddy! Hi baby." you cried, kissing all over his face holding him to your chest. Voice caught in your throat at his smell they way he still fit in your arms. "My sweet boy, I missed you so much." you croaked. Shoulder starting to shake, your eyes clouded with emotion. Steve rubbed your back, pinching his nose to stop the imminent onslaught of tears felt by everyone in the room.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" Teddy probed ever the smart boy, "Nana told me to be gendle. Was not gendle?"

His hands brushing your tears clumsy, holding your face in his soft and small hands. They would only be like this once, you thought. Remembering how scared you were when you found out. Now not ever thinking about changing how anything went if each outcome gave you the family you had. Only the sorrow on those few who weren't here to share it along side you.

"No teddy-bear you are so gentle," You assured your baby, because that's exactly what he was. Teddy was yours, your baby boy. "Mommy's just sad. But you, Daddy, and everyone else makes me better."

"Do you want us to take him with us?" Joyce stressed as you held Teddy, rocking him against you. The feeling of shame creeped up your throat in needing a nearly 5 year old's comfort.

"No, no, we'll either be able to take him home from bedtime, or Robin will. She wants to check in. Help me clean up the car." Steve insisted, ruffling Teddy's long chestnut curls. making them stick up in various directions.

"Steve I'm so sorry. That BMW has been through it." you rambled embarrassed, hiding your face against the pillow.

"It's perfectly okay, I'll shine her up! She'll be as good as she was on my 16th birthday."

"You should get some rest first, Steve. You look like you just spend the night in the can."

"You can sleep in a can?" Teddy perked up at his honorary grandpa,

"We gotta fine one big enough for you bear!" Joyce spun Teddy around, chasing him around the room. They both walked around the hospital with you affectively tiring you out but not your son.

"We could've brought blankets!" Joyce admonished her husband trying to help Steve with the pull out couch.

"We're in a hospital, Joyce. I doubt they don't have extra blankets for Steve's comfort. Now a pillow for that head is a whole other issue."

You giggled into Teddy's neck, as the two men bickered. Joyce left to finish making the bed.

"Are we gonna live here now?" Teddy asked you coloring randomly on the newspaper you held on your lap for him.

"No baby, just until I get a bit better." You cooed, rubbing his back he sat up to look at you.

"What's wong?" You looked to Steve who'd stopped, then back to your son. The fear in his brown eyes reflective of his father's turned your stomach sour. Steve was at you side in a spit second to distract Teddy.

"Um hey. Do you need anything particular while we're out?" Hop cleared his throat as Joyce wrap a arm around his waist covering her yawn in his chest.

"Do you have everything at home, Sweets?" your husband asked through tired eyes and a hardly contained yawn.

"They send us home with things right? I'll be okay. Maybe just Teddy?"

"Hey bub, Nana and Pop are gonna go grocery shopping. You want anything special?"

"Sheerios!"

"Heart healthy, good job!" She pinched his cheeks, "We'll give you some time together, just call the house if you need us?" They said their goodbyes and Steve shut the down behind them, leaving the Harrington's in the room together.

"Is there food here?" Steve laughs unwrapping a ho-ho for Teddy,

"Hey Edmund, we want to talk to you about something. Okay?" Steve started the conversation with saturated warmth.

"And it's okay to not understand, be sad or angry. You just tell us, we love you so much." You added moving the hair out of his eyes, just like you did for his father. Edmund was his carbon copy if that was ever a possibility.

"Otay."

"Remember we talked about being careful with Mommies tummy?" He nods chocolate smearing on his chin as he eats, "Do you know the reason why?"

"To grow my best fwiend." You sharply inhale, but Steve keeps Teddy's attention on him as your lip wobbles.

"Yeah, yeah buddy. Mommy and I wanted-want you to have a little sibling, but they weren't quite ready yet. " Steve corrects himself,

That's why Mommy and I are here at the hospital because Mommy and I, we had to say goodbye." Steve's hand reaches out for yours as an anchor. Teddy then notices your distress again, hooking his arms around your neck.

"Don't cry, Mommy. You still my friend." He tells you, brushing your hair down just like he's seen Steve do for you when your sick.

"Yeah?" You ask wetly, squeezing him. "I'm not your bestest friend?" you chide jokingly.

He laughs, cupping your ear and violently whispers.

"Don't tell Daddy..." Then hiding in your neck again.

"Okay baby." You giggle wetly, "Do you understand what were saying?"

"The stork took the baby back, because she wasn't ready."

"Almost, we still need to be careful with Mommies tummy a little longer. She doesn't feel to good, the baby made her real sick." Steve sits on the edge of the bed, Teddy seeks his comfort by leaning against Steve's chest. They both heave a sigh of relief, melting into each other's embrace with you at their side.

"But I'm better now, I'll always be here. No matter what." You brush thick locks from his eyes, some of the ends still baby blonde from his first hair cut.

"Will you have a baby still?" Teddy finally breaks a confused smile, laying his palm flat over you heart.

"Maybe someday, but right now I need to heal and give you my undivided attention!"

"This makes Mommy sad, and Daddy sad too." He asks, somber. To many thoughts and emotions running through his small body at once as he traces the shapes on your hospital gown.

"A little, but nothing tickles can't fix!" Steve grabs at Teddy's sides pining him against the bed as you both attack him with tickles. Under his chin, feet and along his sides.

"Hehehe, otay! Staph!!"

"Oh no, here comes the tickle monster!" Steve rears back pulling his elbows deep into his shirt like a t-rex's arms

"Nooo! Daddy no tickle monster!" Teddy belly-laughs holding your arm over him in protection

"Once he gets started the tickles must ensue! Only tickles!" Steve says if faux pain, pretending to tickle your sides.

"No Daddy!"

"Run Teddy! You can't save me! Save yourself from the tickles!" Teddy slides off the bed running to the bathroom and shutting the shower stall.

"Hi-" Steve says cupping your face in his hands pressing chaste kisses around your face.

"Hi." You stop his ministrations, kissing him deeply on the lips making his shoulders relax as you hold his face to you.

"When's the last time I said I love you?" taking a hypnotized breath that warms your cheeks, smelling of chocolate.

"It's a new day Mr. Harrington, but I love you too."

"You're beautiful and I love you. I'ma tell you that everyday for the rest of my days." His nose, circles around yours with humor.

"You're a dork."

"Your dork, in writing Sweets. Till death do us part-" He wiggles his ring finger in your face, unaware of his doubleganger trying to climb up your legs.

"And ickness!" Teddy yells next to Steve by the bed, frustrated.

"Ickness?! Oh no!" Steve picks up his son, shaking him into another fit of giggles. As he slams the toddler down on your cover legs, Teddy pleads for aid versus Steve. And you comply unable to resist his Harrington born charm. Pulling at Steve's shirt, pretending to go back for more kisses. You give him one on his cheek as an apology before you trap his arm under your body.

"Come 'ere Teddy, cuddle pile on Daddy." Teddy doesn't hesitate flinging himself of Steve's chest knowing he'll catch him regardless.

"Ugh! You. Are so heavy, can't stay up!" Steve plays dead, falling in his arm chair while Teddy slides down his body. Waltzing Jumping with without Steve's support back over to you on the bed.

"Daddy perished." You burst out laugh with Steve, at your baby's seriousness.

"Who taught you that word?" You ask through laughs

"Uncle Dusty, said died wasn't good. Perish is metal." He responds with an almost perfect rock and roll head bang.

"Jesus Christ-" You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose,

"Speaking of Uncle Dusty, I think he's gonna be at bedtime tonight." Steve's head jumps up from it's place resting on the chair.

"Really?! He doing the puppet show!" Teddy's eyes nearly burst out of his skull in excitement

"I do the puppet show too!" Steve fiends offense

"But Dusty does voices, Daddy." Teddy whines

"I've never been more offended by a preschooler!" Steve holds his chest, pretending to sob.

"Get the phone for Mommy baby, we're gonna call Auntie Robin and Uncle Dusty for bedtime stories."

"Yes!" he jumps of the bed, making your heart leap out of your chest.

You dialed the house, phoneline picked up by Joyce as Robin and Dustin argued in the background. Asking for Robs to pick up her nephew. She stayed an hour, taking the car seat in her tiny car. Promising Steve to call you both before bedtime. When he came back to the room, Steve slumped back into the arm chair he'd dozed off in several times within the past hour.

"Stevie Baby, if you keep nodding off your head will pop off like a bottlecap."

" 'M sorry. Just a lot going on up there."

"That's no good." You giggled holding Teddy's Winnie the Pooh stuffy in your arms. You cried when he left it with you, wanting him to keep you company until he saw you after preschool tomorrow.

“Hmm." He stood up, pacing the foot of your bed. Unraveling a blanket laying it over you, before taking the smaller one for himself. After a few minutes he try's to dose off again, only to pop he's head back up and grip the arm rests. As he looks at you on the bed with unease.

"Steve, talk to me. Please." You press moving the blankets off your lap in mild frustration. Not directed at him yet his face crumples in a wince all the same.

"I was really scared, Y/N. I’ve never been that scared before, ever. I just-… Jesus.” He rubbed at his eyes again, slumping into the armchair. Scratching at his scalp,

“Steve.” Swinging your feet of the bed, leaning forward to halt his movements. Weaving your fingers in his, his lips pressed to your knuckles.

“I can't do this without you, I couldn't help you-I was helpless. Max, she. She was like a sister to me and when she passed away..." His seeming composure broke then, like the last crack in a dam. Letting the water roam freely, he shook with the waves. You stood up holding him against you, his tears dampening the fabric you wore. "I was lost for a long time. Then Eddie too, with all that blood and you so scared. I can't fucking imagine... Fuck Y/N-”

"Steve..." You kissed the crown of his head, the selfish misunderstood boy King was long gone. Stomped out by his father, Russian Soldiers, a multi-dimensional power, and finally himself. When he'd look in the mirror he fought a broke until there was no longer a empty shell of a person who couldn't sleep with his window open anymore. He filled his life with those he cared for, became strong for them. He craved their presence, the good and the bad. Then he found you, you were his future a dream he now craved. You made his love for you a reality with your son. Healed him to be the man he never thought possible, kisses his scars in the dark and still loved them full-heartedly in the daylight. Proud of his name, proud of the person he was and always could be. The guilt of his love hurting, his love hurting you. Was unfathomable, but you were here. Holding him through it, even if it caused you pain you didn't show him. You were there. You were still here with him and he's breathing evened out. Nose buried into your ribs as he held your tummy to his chest. Underneath the nauseating clean hospital smell, the iron and baby wipes. You smelled like you, the very base smell of your whole being was there.

"Stevie?" Your hands carded through his hair at the base of his neck, his nose nuzzled twice into your skin until he inhaled deeply.

"Yes?" yawning through the question, eyes finding yours above him. His chin resting on your sternum, one eye winking when his neck popped at the stretch.

“I’m here, I can’t go anywhere. You could just rest your eyes for a bit." You squeezed his cheeks in your palms, making his nose scrunch in a pout. "Maybe even use the shower to relax your body. Or just come back over here,” You tugged him with you as you shifted back in the bed, leaving room for him to lay back next to you. He inclined his head to you succumbing to your plea, relieved that you could finally rest together. Laying on his side next to you, this time immediately closing his eyes and holding your hand to his chest. Rubbing his index finger over your wedding ring to sooth himself to sleep. You were still slightly upright so he nuzzled into your shoulder as his pillow source. His hair tickled your bare neck when he shifted closer.

“I love you so much, thank you.” whispering to him after his breathing deepened. Sleep came to you shortly. It felt like minutes when you were woken up for your next walk. Nearly knocking Steve unconscious so he would stay and rest. The comforting Nurse from the night before returning, confident they would release you late in the morning. There were some other issues that worried them you'd come back for checkups after discharge but you were doing well. Moving alone but assistance was recommended for strenuous activities like lifting. Six weeks starting for any very strenuous ones, like it was even a consideration presently. Despite how much you loved your husband, and loved loving him. It was just past 7 when you returned to the room, Steve gone from the bed. Knocking on the bathroom door after the nurse left, the sound of water running behind it with heat radiating from the frame.

“Yeah one second,” A squeak turned it off and there was rustling before Steve cracked the door open, a towel draped around his waist just below his V-line of his pelvis. “Hey you're not supposed to be up without someone around.” He opened the door the rest of the way revealing his whole chest and arms. Water still clung to his hair, all of his hair, it took everything in you not to look down past his pecs. The trail of dark hair shading his soft tummy begging you to run your hands along it.

“Um earth to Y/N?” ‘How has his towel not fallen, shit he’s talking to me’ He waved his hand in front of your face, the other still holding the door.

“Sorry, I’m out of it I got back from walking. So I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You lied, still tracing the water droplets cascading along his skin.

“Yes, I’m feeling much more like myself. If you want to sit on the toilet, I could help you wash your hair after I get dressed?” you contemplated his offer, it sounded so wonderful. You still reeked of grease from your shift the day before yesterday, along with something metallic and sterile soap from your gown.

“Yeah… Please?” You felt ashamed, ears flush at the intimacy. The guilt filed in soon after. Having him worry so much, wasn't he just as burdened with emotion as you were.

“Okay sit I’ll be right back,” You put on a smile, be strong for him if no one else. He came back into the bathroom in loose sweatpants without a shirt, your eyes went wide again. “See anything you like?” He started doing ridiculous poses in the doorway to make you laugh.

"You are so corny!" You laughed, throwing a hand towel at him.

"Hey, you were totally checking me out. I still got it, bab-, Shit soap!” He skipped back out into the main room. There was a rustle of items before he appeared again with a toiletry bag. Joyce had packed for the two of you. A frown etched its way back along your face as your eyes burned with unshed tears. He filled a small tub with warm water, looking around he found a clean cup to use. He hummed a Depeche Mode song as he went.

“Steve.” You hiccupped, hands shaking in your lap finger wringing together.

“Yeah?” He asked without looking, head rocking with music only he could hear. His head whipped around when he heard you sniffle when his eyes meet yours his face fell, devastated.

"I'm sorry." You croaked out before he could ask. Tears flooding from your eyes, creating a puddle on your collar.

' I'm so sorry Steve. I don't know what's wrong with me." You gasped out through shaking sobs, clinging to him when he dropped to hold you. Torso cradled between your thighs,

' Maybe if we had gotten here sooner like you said, she-." Steve's breath stuttered, the air around you tightened as you remember being so excited. For her.

' We would've been okay. I didn't listen, this is all my fault." You shake, pulling away from him, clutching at your thighs with clammy hands. Steve brushed the hair out of your face, thumbs wiping your tears as he observed you. You were panicking, hyperventilating enough that your face and chest blushed red.

"Breathe, my love. Breathe, in-and-out." His hands moved up and down your arms, squeezing at your biceps to the tips of your fingers. "Let it all out, I got you. 'M here." He exaggerated his breaths until yours were more controlled, "I love you. We'll be okay, just like you said. One thing at a time. Remember, we still have a healthy baby waiting for us at home. Yeah? And I will always be here, we got this."

"What-what if I can't, Steve?"

"You can do anything, baby. I've seen it. This might be too soon but you made Jesus's miracle of parting the red sea look like horse play." He wiped your eyes again, everything was starting to clear again. Now you could see the tears streaming down his face, the smile didn't reach the honey of his sunken eyes.

"What if this was it? What if I can't have more babies. Our dream of a big family can't happen... Because of me?" You said with a dark edge, it was your fear since Dr. Kerr first saw you while pregnant with Teddy. Steve chortled, a quiet suppressed laugh as he pinched his nose and sniffed the remaining tears away.

"Then we'll adopt or do that other stuff like Dr. Kerr said. Hey, look at me." Steve squished your cheeks, thumbs running along your cheekbones. "I would rather selfishly keep you all to myself. Edmund can buy his time." You sniffled quickly, sharp enough it could be mistaken for a laugh.

"This is all temporary, Sweets. It's okay for us to be sad."

"Okay." You exhaled,

"I love you so unexplainably much. I love Edmund so unconditionally it physically hurts." He brought a fist to his chest, taking a deep breath with closed eyes. "We loved this baby so much, she just wasn't ready yet. And that's okay, I'll love and remember everything I learned from her."

"And what's that?"

"That I would rather go through this heartbreak 100 times a day, then ever-ever loose you. I want to take away all your pain and suffering for myself. Give me all of it, I can take it. As long as you're still here with me."

"I love you."

"I love you most."

"Not possible."

"Alright come on, Mama's, this linoleum is not forgiving on my working man knees. Turn back around and let me make you feel better."

"Is that a threat or promise?" You giggled, palms wiping at the hollow of your eyes.

"You know exactly what these hands are capable of Sweets." Steve said with a salacious grin and wiggle of his fingers, his gold wedding band glimmering under the florescent light. He washed your hair with immense care, taking the time to massage and scrub at the scalp.

"Hmm, thank you." You said after he helped wring it mostly dry. He pressed a warm kiss to your wet forehead, "Steve?"

"Yeah?" His eyebrows shot up as he hovered over you, standing abruptly. Holding one of your elbows with an open palm,

"Moses parted the red sea, not Jesus." You commented, and Steve belly laughed hard enough for you to crack another smile.

"See, I can't live without ya! There's not much underneath my perfect quaffed hair."

He gave you the privacy to freshen up other areas, but when stepping out he was half laying on the bed. With his feet still on the ground, eyes closed. You made it over to the chair before getting a little woozy, Joyce had packed a ton of options but there was no way you were getting these on by yourself. Steve’s watch went off and he immediately jumped up, putting on the shirt that was in his hands. Crossing the room stopping at the bathroom knocking. He hadn’t looked at the chair until he opened the door and looked around to find the small stall empty.

“Jesus why didn’t you call for me?”

“Was feeling rebellious, also you passed the hell out and if I don’t have too, there’s no need for me to wake you.” you twist a little bit too much adjusting yourself in the chair, causing you to moan in pain clutching your sides. 

“Hey careful,” Steve walks over to you and squatting in front of you, “tell me how to help.”

“I want to change into big girl clothes, I’d feel weird if the kids came by and saw my ass out still in the hospital gown.” You griped,

"I wouldn't mind in the slightest."

"Steve-"

"So I should stick to granny panties? Throw all the others away?" You challenged playful smirk on your lips, the smile finally met his eyes after a day of tears the brown shown with happiness. Warming through his heart, you pressed your hand to hold onto that pulse. It soothed your woes and added kindling to the hearth in your heart. When he pulled you from the chair, you felt weightless, oozing with molten love for your family. Everything would be okay.

"What? I can admire my beautiful wife in a diaper and nothing else." He scoffed offended holding your hand to his chest.

"Pfft honestly, who needs underwear? We're living in the 90s, baby!" Steve held you through the giggles. He would never leave your arms again if you let him.

Masterlist

Steve Harrington

Part one

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Episode 406 - Southern Vangard Radio

BANG! @southernvangard radio Ep406! Schools back in this week here in the A, folks - which means that traffic is jacked for the next 9 months and you need some good listening in the morning to get you through carpool drop off - look no further, Doe and Meeks are hear for ya. Gobs of new joints this week per the usual, and our good friend C.O. The Don dropped in to help us close out the show. If you missed our Twitch stream on Sunday night, make sure you head over there for the replay, as we paid tribute to the one and only DJ POLO, who unfortunately passed last week with a barnstorming Twitch Only set. One day we might have these Twitch Only mixes up somewhere…THAAAAANK YAAA and YOU WAAAAALCOME!!!!! #SmithsonianGrade #WeAreTheGard // southernvangard.com // @southernvangard on all platforms #hiphop #undergroundhiphop #boombap

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m y f a v o r i t e s o n g s

a t t r a c t e d t o y o u - pinkpantheress

g e t y o u - daniel caesar

h a s t a c u a n d o - kali uchis

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Syb’s 2022 MOTY List

Hellooooo tumblr! I thought I’d share a short list of the wrestling matches that really stuck with me this year. I’m not going to dig up links for these since this is basically a Syb Loved It list without any coherence necessarily, but if you any of these really speak to you feel free to shoot me a DM and I’ll try to find you a link!

1. Jun Kasai vs El Desperado (TAKATaichiDespeMania, 12.09.2022)

This is just a beautiful, beautiful death match whose core message is about celebrating being alive. It hit me in my core self. 15/10 would watch again anytime.

2. K-Ness Retirement match ( DG The Gate Of Passion 2022 ~ Final Burst Out! K-Ness Forever - Tag 4 - 07.04.2022 )

If there was ever a match to show you how beautiful it is that wrestling is a real-time story that can perform death as well as life-- it’s this one. Please enjoy that K-ness is tagging with his longtime tag partner (Yokosuka) against his forever rival (Dragon Kid) and his wrestling-son (Kzy). It’s a beautiful match and brought tears to my eyes.

3. Kazusada Higuchi vs. Yukio Sakaguchi (God Bless DDT 2022,  23.10.2022)

The lead-up to this match made me insane -- if I could recommend all the house shows leading up to this, I would. This is a story about Higuchi who was mentored by Sakaguchi coming into his own and having to face his mentor in the ring. It’s deeply beautiful and also romantic and intense. Pro wrestling is a love story for real.

4. KENTA vs Zack Sabre Jr. (NJPW G1 Climax 32, 17.07.2022)

Two grown men arguing about who is Senpai. Need I say more?

5. Katsuyori Shibata vs Orange Cassidy (AEW Rampage #66, 04.11.2022)

Although Shibata wrestling Ren at WK was probably most special to longtime New Japan watchers, the fact that he came to AEW to specifically put the shine on “comedy” wrestler Orange Cassidy, did some awesome comedy spots and put on a killer match, and OC was his first loss since his in-ring return? Mwah mwah perfection.

Honorable Mentions:

BCC vs JAS ft. Suzuki (AEW Forbidden Door)

Jun Akiyama vs Eddie Kingston (AEW Full Gear 2022: Zero Hour)

Punk/MJF dog collar match (AEW Revolution 2022)

DDT "Drunk Three Way" match (DDT Non-Alcoholic Beer Garden 2022)

Ren Narita vs Juice Robinson (NJPW Strong)

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Destiny 2 OC: Iberis-3 - Reference Sheet

Name: Iberis-3

Species: Exo

Sex: Male ♂

Height: 185cm /  6’1” ft

Ghost: Eva (She/Her)

Class: Warlock

Voidwalker (1st and prefferd one)

Stormcaller

Shadebinder

Broodweaver

White Light (his 'personal' subclass, only he can use this)

Nicknames:

Ibi

BeeBee

Bee

Other titles:

Hero of the Red War

Gardener

The Chosen One

(2nd) Young Wolf

Other

A love relationship with Shiro-4.

He lives among civilians.

Ikora's pupil.

More information about Iberis-3 under keep reading. I wrote a whole essay.

Short' History:

Iberis-3 is a young warlock, resurrected a few years before The Red War campaign. He was found somewhere in eastern Europe by his ghost, named much later Eva.

His 'young years' in the old Tower weren't positive. Iberis had problems with controlling his light to combat purposes, he wasn't good at the crucible and had personal problems understanding being a guardian, why him etc. There were also self-confidence issues. This annoyed his ghost so they argued a lot in Iberis early years. Eva was pissed off that he cannot be like others.

Iberis left the Tower after half a year. He didn't want to be a guardian/warlock. He didn't like his ghost. He was fed up with it all. After another argument, he parted ways with his ghost for several months. Eva stayed in the Tower with the other ghosts and the Speaker.

Iberis was homeless in the Last City for a while until he was hired by one of the civilians - Eddy. Not only that, Eddy allowed him to live with him and his family in his house for a while until Iberis became financially stable. Eddy did it because Ibeirs gave his missing dog back and saw that this exo had serious problems. For this reason, Iberis worked on the farm (not EZD farm, but in the Last City. People and guardians have to eat, k?). There started his fascination with plants and learning basics.

At this time he started getting dreams about Traveler which shows him how differently he can use his light, not-combat purposes. Iberis at this point began to understand that he could somehow control the growth of plants, but very poorly. Therefore, he began to learn the basics and requirements of plant cultivation.

Months passed. Iberis moved to a small apartment in a residential block but continued to work on a farm. He felt good in this place and made friends with other civilians. Iberis kept the fact that he was a warlock a secret because he didn't want anyone to know about it.

This time was important for him. He began to feel comfortable with who he is. I don’t mean the guard stuff but more his personality, what he likes etc. At The Farm, he met many friendly people. He didn’t feel like a total loser. I always thought that self-confidence is associated to accept who we are, well I wanted a small fragment of this in the story of Iberis. I cannot say Iberis-3 is always confident but his positive, calm thinking helps him with some problems.

Unlucky for him, his ghost again found him after this time. Ibeirs wasn't happy about it, he felt immediately as bad as in the Tower when he saw her again. He was 100% sure that she would try to make him come back which he didn't want to. His little life wasn't perfect but he feels much better than when he was the newbie guardian. To his surprise, however, Iberis's ghost didn't want to make him do it, but to talk to him. At this point, she also asked him not to call her Ghost but Eva.

Eva apologized to Ibeirs for her earlier behavior, constantly whining and scolding him for every little thing. She said she wants to stay with him no matter did he wants to be the guardian or not. Iberis reluctantly agreed to this. Luckily, he didn't regret it. Their relationship has changed dramatically to a more supportive one that finds a common understanding.

During the attack of the Red Legion, Eva convinced Iberis-3 to join other Guards to defend The Last City, but we all know how it ends. Iberis-3 saw the Hero of The Last City - Scilla-7 falling from the Red Legion’s battleship. She and her ghost didn’t survive that. They were dead. 

After losing the light he fled the city and the story is not different than the original story from the game: Helped at The Farm, his light back, helped the vanguards, and finally beats Ghaul. 

He hates when he’s called The Red War Hero because he thinks we would do nothing without the help of Zavala, Ikora, Cayde-6, Suraya, Eva and many other people. The Traveler beat Ghaul, NOT him. He just had more luck than skill. That he survived is a miracle, but you know - people don’t listen.

After The Red War, he was back to be Guardian. He still has problems at the Crucible, and still feels uncomfortable around Lord Shaxx but he's forgiving of himself - baby steps to be better. Meanwhile, Ikora helps him to better control his Voidwalker light which with her help Iberis-3 does very well, and makes quick progress in a short time. Nobody can be good at everything, right?

More of a story from a different time. It's too much, slr.

Personality:

Iberis-3 is a calm person who didn't like to show many emotions around other guardians, especially strangers-guardians. He still has trauma after his blueberry years. Iberis much easier gets in contact with civilians but still keeps his distance, and doesn't want to open for others easily.

But when he finally opens up after a long time or has a good reason, he's a nice and friendly person. He unexpectedly turns out to be a very warm person, full of understanding and not immediately judgmental. He is a passive observer. He is aware of what is going on around him, and associates with other guards/civilians but never makes contact when he doesn't have to. Usually his ghost Eva tells him what happens in the Tower cuz she's much more social than him.

Iberis is an introvert. Crowded and noisy places? Parties? Public events? No, thank you! If he doesn't have to be there, he 100% won't be there. He feels more comfortable in quiet and calm places where are not too many ppl.

Iberis is sarcastic and observant. He can also be brutally honest. He's not a fan of carefully choosing his words so as not to offend anyone.

However, in addition to these shortcomings, he also has a more witty, playful nature. He doesn't show it often unless he knows someone pretty well or if you are his ghost Eva.

Other Facts:

Iberis-3 name comes from the flowering plant Iberis sempervirens - Evergreen candytuft or Perennial candytuft, the flowers are white. He knows about this but doesn’t share this fact - candytuft doesn’t sound good for warlock.

On Earth, EDZ, somewhere around The Farm, Iberis has a greenhouse. He’s interested in flora, not only flowers but also fruits and vegetables. He doesn’t share this fact because he thinks that it wouldn’t be well received by other guards. (You, know many more dangerous, serious problems. Growing plants = wasting time).

Iberis-3 likes painting and drawing. He’s not good at this but makes him happy. Mostly he draws/paints plants ‘cuz he describes in this way unknown species from The Nessus or plants from The Earth about which he cannot find any information. 

Iberis-3 has an apartment at The Last City. (I always thought guardians live in the tower as roommates/alone or something like that). He wanted more privacy and to leave work really far away when he has a bit of free time.

Iberis has a cat. Her name is Trouble. She lived in his greenhouse in EDZ but later he took her to the city.

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Okay, that’s all from me for now.

[astrvia]

' osea que habrá que seguir presionándoles. gracias por el feedback ' decide con un tono teatralmente determinado, aunque no habla en serio (¿o sí?). ' hay un par de hábitos que tienen que mejorar, para empezar...' porque no entiende como sobreviven algunes de sus compañeres siguiendo rutinas que considera tan poco saludables. quizás le preocupa, en el fondo, aunque no lo dice abiertamente. mención del equipo amarillo le arruina el humor casi de forma instantánea, su rostro ensombreciéndose como si hubiesen insultado a su familia, como si le hubiesen mencionado a alguien innombrable. de hecho, hasta sonríe de una forma un poco espeluznante. ' desde ahora ni nombres a esa casa' dice, en un tonito más bajo que expele odiosidad. a lo mejor exagera, pero es inevitable. uno de sus compañeros de (S)TELL☆R había dicho una vez, cuando bebieron hasta tarde para celebrar su debut hace cinco años atrás, que su luna en aries (cuanta ironía) era demasiado intensa: eso significaba que no sabía gestionar correctamente sus emociones, y las llevaba demasiado al extremo. luego era fácil arrepentirse de ello (cuando el desastre estaba hecho), pero nunca tarde para remediarlo. solo que jamás ha aprendido a sobrellevar la última parte. ' no tiene sentido armar un escándalo' decide, cuando parece recuperarse de su breve estancia de odio perpetuo, ' eso solo podría perjudicarnos. y no queremos...' duda de pronto, bajando la mirada. ' yo al menos no quiero que eso afecte a draco' porque no podía hablar por todos si no sabía lo que les pasaba por la cabeza. siempre tuvo esa mala costumbre, la de asumir un papel de vocero en donde hablaría por el resto, creyendo que comprendía sus sentimientos. nunca fue cierto. y eso solo lo acabó distanciando más. ' basta con que demostremos lo buenos que somos. porque estoy seguro,' afirma, volviendo a mirar a la contraria. ' lo he pensado también, si es solo aries el que recibe ayuda... sino hay otros equipos en las mismas. pero llegué a la conclusión de que no. no nosotros al menos. ' todo lo conseguido fue con esfuerzo. está muy, muy seguro. ante su pregunta, asiente. ' con algunes... supongo que uno que otro legado se ha dado cuenta.' después, suspira. ' deberíamos volver con el resto.'

lo cierto es que funciona, aunque es evidente que si algo comparten miembros de la casa que le tocó es que tienen ansias de victoria y eso también la motiva, no dejar morir al resto, no sentir tampoco que es la única esforzándose por aquello. después lo de pensar que le quitarán víveres, incluso si resulta contradictorio para quien toda la vida atentó contra mandatos y desacató a pesar de amenazas. no entra en esos detalles. ' vamos muy bien, sí ' pero no quiere confiarse, se tiene que morder la lengua de tanto en tanto para dejar de alardear por si el tiro le sale por la culata y los números se ponen de pronto en su contra. ' quizás la lección de ésta primer competencia es que bajo presión trabajamos mejor ' y ahí chasquea y después se ríe porque quizás sea historia de toda su vida, entonces niega un poco con la cabeza, escucha explicación ajena y la almacena. que tenga habilidades variadas va a servir, piensa, incluso si no tiene idea qué se les viene más adelante porque definitivamente, que béisbol sea primer elección la tomó por sorpresa. ' ah, les de aries ... ' presiona labios entre sí, la mueca que se dibuja es claramente de disgusto. no prestó atención a dicho detalle hasta que se vio en la necesidad de comparar resultados y notó cercanía entre propio equipo y el que va primero en la tabla, entonces tras conversación en el grupo decidió observar partida. ' pf, si es así voy a armar un escándalo. no me interesa si terminamos nosotres primeros, pero si nos arrebatan el primer puesto haciendo trampa — ' ni siquiera juzga reacción ajena, es más, la cree totalmente válida. si sabía que podía hacer trampa ni lo hubiese dudado, pero es que ni siquiera tuvo la opción y ver que le están ganando jugando sucio no le gusta si ella no lo está haciendo también. ' no puede ser que seamos les únicos que lo notamos, ¿no hablaste el tema con alguien de algún otro equipo? ¿para ver qué opinan? ' quizás si son muches, les escuchen y puedan intervenir.

[nintendouniverse2023]

Scene I did my OCs in my AU, for their designs and anything, I thought it would be fair if each of the Donkey Kong Characters a redesign in my version. Some I design them will be the same but change it up a little bit.

Bio: Candy was born with adoptive mothers who were a local band to earn a few bucks, which makes her interested into Music. While growing up, she seems to have a child yet wild personality regarding adventures. Her parents actually don’t mind, just come back home safely. When she was 6, while out exploring the island, she meets Donkey Kong the third as he also The two of them seem to have a complicated relationship. They started as friends, playing music, swinging on vines and swimming in a river in the summer.

When Candy was an adult, she got a small fountain to open up her own Music Shop, selling instruments and giving Young Kong’s music lessons. Candy and DK would eventually started dating and She teaches DK how to play the bongos, as well as DK teach her how to fight. They both seemed to have a healthy and chilled relationship even when He and his crew adventuring.

When She is not on the job, She would be eventually into role modeling and have her own gaming channel. When Kongo Bongo Island was or not in a Kremling Chaos, She would give advice, and give music lessons to the DK Crew in the DK64 arc. She would even go exploring again even with her own sidekick, Dixie.

Appearance: Candy Kong has Mahogany fur, Blond Pony tail hair, Lipstick, Headphones with a heart on, Pink Shirt with a hear that says CK, Magenia Belt, Pink Pants with Magenia Straps and Pink Finger and Toe nails.

Voice Actor: Aisha Tylerp

Age: 29

Height: 6.2 ft

Weight: 167 ibs

Personality: Chill, Feisty, Detremend, Sassy, Thrill Seeking and Supportive

Favorite Foods: Bananas and Coconut Cream Pie

Family: Her adoptive Mothers

Allies: Donkey Kong *Boyfriend*, Diddy Kong, Funky Kong, Swanky Kong, Dixie Kong, Kiddie Kong, Tiny Kong, Lanky Kong, Chunky Kong, Eddie the Yeti, Bluster Kong *Sometimes for the Both of them*, K.Lumsy, Snide, The Super Mario Bros and Sis, Waluigi, Princess Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Amatory, Gill Koopa, Kong Clan Members and The Jungle Kingdom Residents

Enemies: King K Rool, Krusha, Klump, Krunch, Kalypso *Frenemy*, Kudgle, Kip, Kass, Kopter, Kremlings Army, Captain Syrup *Sometimes*, Wario, Bowser and his Koopa Empire, Kamek, The Koopalings and Bowser Jr

Likes: Licensing to Music, Video Game Streaming, Dancing, Spending Time with her Boyfriend “Donkey Kong”, Being Silly, Surfing and Racing

Dislikes: Being a Sore Loser at games,

The Kremlings messing things up for her and Bluster and Swanky’s attitude

[decadentworld]

tag game: stranger things addition 👻

Thank you @harringrove-heroes for tagging me.

1.ride or die ship (your otp): To be honest Harringrove and Steddie are a tie here but… see text below

2.most annoying ship: I don’t know if I find it annoying per se, but I’ve started to become annoyed by Steddie if it’s written in a specific way.

3.second favourite ship: Stonathan😁

4.favourite platonic relationship: Um… idk if this will sound controversial but I love to think of Hellcheer as a more platonic friendship😁 And also Billy & Heather!

5.underrated ship: Stonathan😁

6.overrated ship: … Steddie again (CEO of hating on my own faves)

7.one thing i would change in canon: K*ren gets treated like the groomer she is and not a cougar MILF uwu feminist icon💁‍♀️

8.something canon did right: Um. None lol

9.a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: This Kas Eddie artwork and this Lucas artwork ft. Patrick😁

10.a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Actually🤓☝️ no character in Stranger Things is perfect and that’s what makes all of them interesting. I can admit that even the ones I hate the most can have interesting plots as much as I might hate to say it, because a lot of the things that don’t make sense about a character are a direct fault of the writers and maybe even the higher-ups in N*tflix, given that they’re usually extremely out of touch with reality and can oversee or think that something that’s fucked up in real life (like thinking grooming a teenager is fine and/or sexy) is normal/logical or that people are going to think it’s normal as well; hell, if they hadn’t gone down that path with Karen she would’ve been one of my favorite characters but as it stands I can only say that I like my faves because they can have complex, imperfect stories, and as for other characters, I can handpick little things here and there that interest me even if I hate those characters.

Just kidding it’s Patrick Lucas and Chrissy

11.the character i relate to the most and why: No one really lmao. Maybe Jonathan because socially awkward besties🤝

12.character i hate the most and why: Karen and Neil, no explanation needed.

13.something i've learned from the fandom: Many of the people in the fandom have really selective ‘critical’ thinking or none at all. As in, will say an abused 18-year-old who sacrifices himself for others in the end is somehow worse than a pedophile or a child abuser/womanbeater or someone who tortures kids. I wasn’t on Tumblr for this but apparently people were hating on Will when he was possessed? So… yeah.

14.three tags i seek out on ao3: Umm… Billy Hargrove & Maxine “Max” Mayfield, Billy Hargrove Needs A Hug😔 I don’t remember any more (<-liar)

15.a song i strongly associate with my otp/favourite character: Soldier’s prayer – Timo Tolkki for Billy. Emerald Sword – Rhapsody of Fire for Eddie. On niin helppoo olla onnellinen – Olavi Uusivirta for Jonathan. Also Glory Days – Stratovarius for Lucas but it must be because I put it as background music for a process reel of an artwork of him I made😁

Tagging: (no pressure tags) @hellfirefucker , @orchidmunson , @boldlyshadowytrash , @c-nstellati-ns , @raincloudxyx , @killthepurplemusic , @lilacdesired and anyone else who wants to do this…!

[jennathearcher]

I posted 15,116 times in 2022

That's 9,814 more posts than 2021!

185 posts created (1%)

14,931 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bulletholeheart

@pink-cenobite

@afoxnamedmulder

@gellavonhamster

@murakel

I tagged 6,754 of my posts in 2022

#favorite shows - 1,901 posts

#stranger things - 1,538 posts

#favorite movies - 1,288 posts

#eddie munson - 1,155 posts

#amazing art - 1,104 posts

#favorite people - 1,103 posts

#house of the dragon - 580 posts

#marvel - 572 posts

#otp - 543 posts

#i am the devil that you forgot - 536 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#one of those sets of brass knuckles with lil blades on them sort of like a dyi wolverine thing just with shorter blades for sneak attacks

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

tap on my window, knock on my door (even if saving you sends me to heaven): a ship playlist for eddie munson and chrissy cunningham from stranger things

1. starving - hailee steinfeld & grey ft. zedd 2. lil red riding hood - bowling for soup 3. treat you better - shawn mendes 4. rock god - selena gomez & the scene 5. just so you know - jesse mccartney 6. king of my heart - taylor swift 7. she will be loved - maroon 5 8. hold on to my heart - w.a.s.p. 9. sex on fire - kings of leon 10. this side of paradise - coyote theory 11. your guardian angel - the red jumpsuit apparatus 12. better than drugs - skillet 13. you belong with me (taylor’s version) - taylor swift 14. the middle - jimmy eat world 15. craw-fever - elvis presley 16. telescope eyes (original version) - eisley 17. you’re beautiful - james blunt 18. scotty doesn’t know - lustra 19. what the hell - avril lavigne 20. i want to know what love is - foreigner 21. little talks - of monsters and men 22. crush - david archuleta 23. nothing else matters - metallica 24. hold my beer - aaron pritchett 25. good girls go bad - cobra starship ft. leighton meester 26. eighteen - anarbor 27. eddie my love - the teen queens 28. in the air tonight - phil collins 29. broken smile (my all) - lil peep 30. this is what you came for - calvin harris ft. rihanna

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#4

more than death or mortal strife: a playlist inspired by the locked tomb book series by tamsyn muir

1. reborn - colin stetson 2. fire temple - bobby krlic 3. let me hear you scream - ozzy osbourne 4. everybody’s fool - evanescence 5. dear john - taylor swift 6. ribcage - andy black 7. battlefield - jordin sparks 8. dead is the new alive - emilie autumn 9. paul’s dream - hans zimmer 10. the king - robin carolan & sebastian gainsborough 11. where is my mind? - yoav 12. my beloved monster - eels 13. virgin state of mind - k’s choice 14. i love you - woodkid 15. unholy - sam smith & kim petras 16. body - mother mother 17. kiss with a fist - florence + the machine 18. just as much - delaney jane ft. virginia to vegas 19. organs - of monsters and men 20. baroquetech - saunder jurriaans & danny bensi 21. skeletons - brothers osborne 22. the sound of silence - disturbed 23. emo girl - machine gun kelly & willow 24. nothing else matters - ramin djawadi 25. yellow flicker beat - lorde 26. i’ll sleep when i’m dead - set it off 27. god ends here - abel korzeniowski 28. hand of sorrow - within temptation 29. abracadavre - treyarch ft. elena siegman 30. i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie 31. don’t fear the reaper - gus black

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@murakel​ @piratespencil​

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#3

sentence starters inspired by bdylanhollis on tiktok (part two)

107 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#2

“You don’t think I’m a bad person?”

“All I think is that I love you.”

180 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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[piastrinorris]

i'm so sorry for already spamming your initial post, especially since i fucked it up a bit haha, but you got me spiralling on this Stranger things + doctor who mashup so

for sure, 11 + robin and steve.

i do think it could go both ways, but 12 does probably fit eddie better (ft. K-9)

and then 9 with dustin (since 9'd be even more of a reluctant dad lol)

13 and will!!* (ft. jonathan a few times maybe)

nancy with 10

but she could also go with 1 or 2, and so could chrissy i think

max and 7

*maybe when they were younger, joyce and hopper would have gone off with an earlier doctor (don't know who) and then when Will meets 13, she reunites with joyce briefly 🥺

again, sorry. i have problems containing myself at times. hope you're doing well <3

i??? somehow missed this ask entirely holy shit i'm so sorry

BUT!!!! yes, stobin + 11 have the best potential energy there, i'd genuinely consider writing that myself

ooooh i was v casual about 12 and 13 tbh (i didn't like moffat's long-form writing but i'm gonna give it a real go when i get to that part of my current rewatch) but i think from what i remember eddie would give 12 a run for his money. EDDIE AND K-9 THOUGH!!!!!! obsessed with that pairing. (i watched the new-who s2 episode with elisabeth sladen the other day and bawled throughout the entire thing, especially "goodbye, my sarah-jane")

NINE WITH DUSTIN OH MY GOD. WHAT A BIG HUMUNGOUS BRAIN YOU HAVE <3 bc sometimes dustin would come up with a solution that'd work and you know 9 would HATE having to admit a child had bested him lol

i know i said 13 and jon but her and WILL!!!! love that

ooooh nancy and 10 would be fun. i still think she'd be better for 9 bc i think 10 wouldn't need putting in his place as much, esp post-martha but i think they'd work together v well!!

oh man it has been even longer since i've seen any classic who, i might go for rewatches of them after i'm done with new who

but YES i'm obsessed w your way of thinking omg <3