#[sorry it's so short but CUTENESS AHOY]

[intothewildsea]

@nectaric (for zeus!!)

Both babies were sleeping soundly, which was a miracle. Usually one was awake and the other was asleep. Both were snuggled up in Niamh's arms as she leaned against the headboard. They were only a few days old, so Niamh knew it was still prime snuggling time.

She looked exhausted, but she still grinned at Zeus when they walked into the bedroom. "Are you ready to meet your niece and nephew?"

[clunkyderp]

ranking breaking bad/better call saul characters by bangability

this is based purely on my own personal taste and headcanons. reply/rb with your own rankings! :3

16. chuck mcgill

starting out, we have chuck. i’m sorry to all the chuck fans out there, (because i adore you) but he is likely the last character in the brba universe that i’d bang. he reminds me of a wet paper towel, and we would not be sexually compatible in any way. i'd better not fuck chuck

15. walter white

oh, walt… you stupid son of a bitch. i would never bang him, he doesn’t deserve it. he is a greedy lover that only cares about getting himself off. once he's finished, the sex is over. i feel bad for skyler (or, jesse, if you subscribe to that) knowing she’s never been satisfied.. more on that later.

14. hank schrader

hank seems like the type to only want to do doggystyle, idk why i’m getting this vibe. i wouldn’t bang him because i can see him being very inattentive. aftercare? who’s she?

13. marie schrader

marie is a beautiful lady, but we’d likely be very incompatible. she seems very traditional. i can see her in a cute nurse outfit and appreciate, tho.

12. todd alquist

i don’t want to bang todd, but if i did, i know he’d be on some cbt freakshit. he definitely wants to be stepped on and i think we’d at least have a little fun if we banged.

11. tuco salamanca

tuco is fucking crazy but i would give him a chance if it was my last day alive. i know he lays psychotic pipe and has probably strangled people to death while creaming them.

10. gus fring

he's really pretty, but he seems like he'd be very controlling and emotionless. also seems like the type to have a crazy fetish that he must incorporate every time you have sex. anyway, the short, brooding type isn't mine, but i know he'd be thorough, so that counts for something.

9. howard hamlin

i think he's a handsome guy, but imo he'd be pretty stale in bed. he gives pillow prince vibes though and i feel like i could get down with it.

8. skyler white

mommy. i would treat her right, just saying. she's gorgeous and i like that she's tall. even though we might not be into the same stuff, i'd still hit.

7. mike ehrmantraut

i like mike's attitude and overall personality, and he's a handsome dude. the only problem is his age. i know i'd have to be doing tricks on it for this old guy. would it be worth it? honestly i don't know. why is he so high up on the list? uh... finger

6. lalo salamanca

i’d fuck lalo because i know he knows how to fuck. dude’s obviously a pro who i’ve got nothing on. i’d let him take the wheel and do whatever he thinks is best.

5. lydia rodarte-quayle

she literally wouldn't like me, and i'd kind of be into it. i may or may not want to worship her feet and legs. i'm with todd on this one.

4. nacho varga

sooo i know i said i didn't take my men short and brooding, but i need to motorboat him. nacho is super cute, and even though he'd probably be too quiet for my taste, he'd make up for it in physical strength. i know he'd be a beast on top. he could take some anger out on me fr..

3. kim wexler

the things i would do for her aren't even funny. if she said jump, i'd do a backflip for the first time in my life right there on the spot. honestly, her confidence would make me very nervous, so i don't know how well i'd perform, but if she gave me a chance, i'd be on my knees for her in a heartbeat. she could enslave me. it's encouraged, actually.

2. jesse pinkman

i would do him right if it was the last thing i did. i’d give him my all. our souls would mesh and shit. i’d be helplessly in love with him afterwards and there’d be nothing i could do. he is beautiful like a siren’s call and to that i say ahoy matey. i would drown

1. jimmy mcgill/saul goodman

and in first place: JIMMY!!!!!!!!!!! i’d fuck this guy sideways, on the ceiling, day in day out like it was my job. clocking in for the dick. i think i’d enjoy sex with jimmy no matter how well he performed. saul on the other hand might feel a little grimy but i can see him being more skilled. either way, if i got to bang him, i'd die happy. thanks for reading!

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

Hiii! Can I request a Steve x reader where the reader is Robin's roommate and has a secret crush on Steve?? Thank you so much 💕

•Cute. And dont worry, thank you for your request, i really need it 🙏. Love to satisfy your request darlin' ❤️

Through the door lock

Steve Harrington x Roomate!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: After moving to Hawkins to start a new life, your plans were the first thing you were worried about, or so you thought. Apparently the world had other plans for you and your new roommate's best friend too

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18!!! For sexual content but no smut!! Female!Reader, Inexperience!Reader, follow the events of season 3, no mention of the Upside Down, use of Y/N, masturbation, bad languange, stalking, Reader is weird asf, fluff at the end.

𝐀/𝐍: I'm back!! I didn't post in a while, sorry for that, i had no ideas to write more fanfic, anywayyyyy. Request by an Anonymous. Hope you like it. I miss some request, so enjoy this one! Sorry for my english, this is not my native languange, please support new writers and reblog. (DIVIDER NOT MINE) word count: 2.6K

After all, you just had to move to a new house and city, nothing complicated. Of course, you had courage to move from the fantastic California to a small town like Hawkins. But you couldn't think of anything else. The town was small and seemingly quiet. You had recently heard about a fire in a shopping mall that had committed victims, but that wasn't what scared you.

It wasn't that small event that made Hawkins your worst nightmare, but the horrible awareness of change. To change your life completely. You were alone, as you have always been after all, but this time for real. You were very lucky enough to find an apartment near Hawkins High School, so you could have walked there without any problems. And even more surprisingly, your roommate was a nice person.

You were seriously afraid of finding someone unreliable, or at least someone you wouldn't get along with, and peace at home was the first thing you were looking for in your new life project. Robin was a nice, quiet and also incredibly shy girl. She too was perhaps afraid of not finding a suitable roommate.

You immediately get along, especially over a movie on a Friday night and a cup of cereal. You had found out that Robin was at the same school as you and that she was part of the band. She also works. She told you a little bit about herself and how fate wanted her to start working as an ice cream maker at Scoops Ahoy, in the mall last year. But right now she is about to find a new job.

She said something very interesting. That she had met his best friend Steve there.

She explained to you how she already knew him in middle school, how she was always the popular boy with beautiful hair. He was called the "King of the Hawkins School". Handsome, from a good family, surrounded by girls, always partying. In short, the classic American popular guy who captures everyone's attention. However, Robin says that over the years he has changed and matured, although not entirely.

To be honest, it made you laugh, you could only imagine how two such different people could form a bond of friendship. But from what Robin tells you, Steve seemed like a good guy. And you weren't wrong…

Robin hadn't explained to you that Steve, not only he had popularity at school, but was also damn attractive. In your old school you don't think you've ever seen a more handsome man than Steve Harrington. He had come to visit Robin a couple of times, and you had the honor of shaking his hand. One Saturday night he had stopped by your apartment to celebrate his new job with Robin. Both were now working together again, but this time no longer in an "annoying ice cream parlor for kids" as Robin calls it, but at the Family Video. Which in Robin's opinion was a great job, and the pay was good.

That night, however, you could not follow their speeches regarding company policies and marketing, but only Steve's lips and features. You only followed speeches that concerned him. Like his complicated family situation, his desire to become a better person, finding a suitable girl for him and having a happy life. He had projects like yours, he dreamed of improving like you. To breathe new air and pray not to sniff the stench of the past anymore.

From that night something in you changed.

Steve was always in your head, his cheekbones, his lips, his unruly hair and locks, not to mention his eyes. You spent evenings wondering if he would come by to say hello, or to organize a day after school to visit him at work. School was demanding and putting aside your studies to do something else seemed impossible. But despite this, you had managed to make some friends, like the class representative, Stephanie, or the sweet and popular Marie, who was part of the cheerleading group.

But you couldn't give up, not when Steve Harrington was starting to always set foot in your apartment and greet you as if he had known you for a lifetime.

Fuck, you were going crazy.

You thought you had a passing crush, as happened in elementary school with the cutest kid in the class. With the only difference that that privileged motherfucker mocked you and ignored your advances. But Robin's best friend was different. Of course, you couldn't tell Robin about this. Oh no… You were too ashamed of it. She would have found you strange, or even crazy! And you realized it when you secretly followed him at his house. A beautiful house to tell the truth. From the pool to the big roof. It made you feel bad that every day he was alone since his parents are always out of town.

After all, you know loneliness. The walls of your old room were more present than your parents.

One day you took courage, you followed him to his house and knocked, you wanted to come and visit him. Nothing strange after all. You were just a friend who came to visit a friend, simple. (Vain attempt to convince yourself that what you were doing was not wrong…)

Steve at your visit seemed ecstatic, finally someone wondering how Steve was doing. He confessed to you that since he lost his popularity at school, no one has been interested in him anymore. He proposed that you have a drink and lunch with him. You couldn't refuse, you didn't hesitate to say yes to him.

The person you secretly have a crush on was inviting you to stay and have lunch at their house, it seemed like a sign of destiny. Perhaps God heard your prayers when you asked him to have a happy life. You had fun that day. Between laughter and stupid jokes near the pool. You jumped in, you got wet, and the cold sent shivers down your spine in the fresh air. Steve had unruly hair soaked with water, in fact he himself WAS soaked with water. He took off the wet shirt that defined his pectorals and now you could watch those muscles with your eyes. All those drops that competed to get down to the pelvic area. He smiled at you handing you a clean towel and a ride home.

Something was changing. Not only was your head on the clouds, but yourself wanted to reach the sky. You saw it when Steve was soaked.

"Forgive me for getting you wet" He told you as soon as you arrived at the door of your apartment.

"It doesn't matter! I had fun with you Steve" You were able to say as your cheeks warmed. Steve hugged you with a strange compassion that made you get a weird adrenaline.

"I had fun too, thank you very much for today. I felt less alone than usual" His deep voice. His hands around your body, their warmth, his fingertips caressing you lightly, as if you were precious. The sincerity of that tone, the kind way he gave you. And those eyes…

You entered with his scent and the warmth of his touch still on. Robin watches you on the threshold as if she wanted to study you.

"Is everything okay? Where have you been? You're wet" It was hard to find an excuse, but you managed to do it by immediately going to the bathroom, ready to take a shower. You undressed, you let the jet bless you with hot water. Hours, minutes, seconds… How long have you been in there? Enough to remember every detail of that day. From his face to his touch, to the vibrations he triggered in you, to the desires you kept hidden inside you.

You felt warm, your breath different… you craved, dreamed of his touch on your skin again. Lower down where those drops of chlorine ran down Steve's chest. Your was throbbing, it had to be stimulated, you started jerking off in that shower for who knows how long. You threw your head back as you thought of Steve's hands on your body, those mighty hands that held you down, while with his fingers he penetrated you with speed. Your moans grew louder and louder, so much so that you had to put your hand in front of your mouth so that Robin could not hear you in the other room.

It was a strange feeling. You've never felt this way before.

You have never touched yourself, and you never thought you would feel so much pleasure. Who knows what it would be like to do it with Steve? His cock inside you… already made you wet at the mere thought.

From that moment on, masturbating seemed to have become a habit. You felt so good. So light. Not a day went by that you didn't see Steve. Either he would come to visit you and Robin, or you would follow him to his house to spy on him through the windows.

One morning he showed up because Robin had a serious need to talk to him. From the way she had told you it seemed something serious, in fact she had begged you to lock yourself in your room and not to eavesdrop. You didn't want to object, it didn't seem nice to tell her that you were sorry you didn't see Steve. Staying in your room you couldn't see him in person, or so you thought…

You peeked through the lock and saw him, he was wearing a T-shirt that highlighted his physique and you couldn't resist. You began teasing your nipples and groping your breasts, until you unbuttoned your jeans and stimulated your clitoris. You penetrated yourself with two fingers and discovered that you were already wet, you began to move your fingers.

You've done it again, again, over and over again…

Until a moan escapes you and the silence in the other room hits you.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Robin asks you as she approaches your door. You have automatically moved away.

"Yes! I just got...banged and I hurt myself!" you made up an excuse.

"Do you want a hand?" Steve adds. His hands? Certainly. It makes you think. You settle down and lie down on the bed.

"No, you don't need to" But before you can finish the sentence they both open the door. You felt in total embarrassment, so much so that you felt the heat in your cheeks. You had dressed in time and in fact both of them did not suspect anything.

"Are you sure?" Robin secured herself, but you insisted you were okay. Steve hadn't said anything yet, he stood there staring at you with those beautiful eyes, where you wanted to dive in.

"Okay, then I'll go to the bathroom for a moment" She says to Steve who nods his head. Remain alone, in that silence that seemed to torture you. Fortunately, it was Steve who broke that frightening silence.

"Where did you get hurt?"

"Oh, on the knee, but nothing serious, just a little blow" You reply trying to keep your mask of lies. He sits at the foot of the bed and your breathing has begun to accelerate. You feel like grinning when he shifted his gaze to his knees "Have you always been so apprehensive or are you just nice?" you said it in a tone of irony, which triggers a chuckle in Steve.

"I would say both. You know, I dont like it when people I care about it gets hurt" You didn't answer. Your heart was about to explode. The sweet words, the sincerity way he pronounced them, drove you crazy. He then placed the palm of his hand on your left knee "Does it hurt here?" He asked you in a whisper, as if someone could catch you on the act. You were a mass of sensations, you no longer knew how to behave.

You nodded "A little" You said shyly, almost cautiously, as if for fear that any false move you made would ruin that sweet moment. Steve then began to caress that supposed painful part lightly. You didn't think Steve Harrington, with his strong and self-confident figure, could be so delicate.

"I was thinking, if you like…" begin by continuing to look at his hand on your knee "… One day we can go out, you know, you and I, one night if you want" This time his eyes met yours, and you noticeably noticed some blush on his face.

"Is it a date?" You asked, but inside you hoped with all of you that it was so, and that maybe you hadn't heard wrong.

"Would you like it if it were?" Now he was the one who strutted a shy tone but still maintained his usual Steve Harrington's smile.

"Yes, very much" You said sincerely. You felt like you were in a fairy tale. Finally one of your many dreams was about to come true. It was all real. Maybe you wouldn't be hiding anymore, maybe you wouldn't see Steve through the lock, or you wouldn't just see him when he came to visit you and Robin. You would no longer have to follow him home (also because it is a crime), and you no longer had to wonder if one day Steve Harrington would ever look at you differently. He himself was now here to make you understand that it was so, he doesn't look at you like the others, for him you are different. Steve smiled with relief at that statement.

"Well then, how about I take you to Benny's tomorrow night?" He removes the palm from your knee making it crawl up to your hand, instinctively you have clasped your fingers to his. You could touch and feel the sweat of his hands, his warmth and his powerful grip. You couldn't help but smile, you were too happy. "I know you really like that place" He remembered your favorite fast food restaurant. He knew you weren't the typical girl to take to a fancy restaurant, by candlelight with a romantic atmosphere that put you in awe. He knew what words to use with you to make you smile, he knew how to be gentle with you, he knew how to make you smile, laugh and blush. No one has ever made you feel like that. No one.

You've always been afraid of changing, throwing everything away and starting over. But then you had no choice, your old life couldn't be called that, school was shit and the situation at home was even worse. You escaped, one night in the middle of the moon. You had to do it. You had so many second thoughts, you thought you would give up and go back.

"That would be great, Steve" But thanks to Robin, your new friends, Hawkins and Steve. You understood that leaving had been the best choice you could make. You squeezed his hand and after a few seconds of silence, he gets up to approach you, places his lips on your forehead and leaves winking at you. He closed the door to your room and silence enveloped you. Your hand with a feeling of emptiness. You were motionless, and only later did you realize what had really happened. You couldn't wait for tomorrow to come, you were too happy, you wanted to scream for happiness.

You got up slowly, you reached the entrance of your room. You sat with your back to the door and you could hear Steve's voice talking to Robin, they were discussing Vikie, Robin's crush, as well as her partner in the band. But as usual you weren't interested in the subject.

You did it one last time, to remember how you have looked at Steve until now. From afar and in silence. You peeked through the lock to look at it again.

[megxplryxb]

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Minors DNI 18+ Warnings: Flirting, Mentions of smut but no actual smut

Summary: Your best friend Robin wants you to come work at Scoops Ahoy with her but when she realises you’re totally hot for her cute coworker, she quickly changes her mind about the whole thing.

“So, have you thought any more about applying for the position here?” Robin asks excitedly, handing you your plain vanilla ice cream with sprinkles as you sit on the counter to keep her company during the final hour before closing.

She’d been trying to get you to quit your job at the arcade ever since Scoops Ahoy put an advert in the local paper looking for another member to add to the team.

“As fun as I’m sure it would be to work with my best friend, I don’t think I can.” You frown as her brows knit together.

“What, why not? We’d have such a blast!” She says, trying her best to convince you.

“I know we would Rob, but I just don’t think it’d be the best idea.” You shrug, licking your ice cream, moving your eyes from your friend to her extremely cute coworker who was sitting at a table, conversing with a group of kids.

She scanned your face for a moment wondering what it was that would stop you from wanting to work with her but then she noticed you biting the corner of your lip and the small blush that was slowly creeping onto your cheeks.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me. Dingus? You like DINGUS?” She shouts loudly as you shush her, placing a hand over her mouth as Steve and the kids look up to see what all the commotion was about.

“Jeez Robs, say it louder why don’t you?” You giggle as she shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, I just… it’s Steve you know? I mean, does the sailor outfit really do it for you?” She winces, not really wanting to know your answer but you reply anyway.

“It’s not necessarily the uniform per se, it’s what’s underneath the uniform that I’m interested in. But now that you mention it, his ass does look pretty good in those shorts.” You smirk, taking another lick of vanilla.

“Please stop.” She gags as you let your head fall back, laughing again.

“What are you two ladies talking about?” Steve questions, brows raised suspiciously as he walks toward the counter again, taking extra note of the bold grin spread across your face.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing!” Robin quickly answers, shooting you a warning glare.

Steve tries to ask you what was going on, seeing the way his friend was looking at you but his thoughts get lost as he watches your tongue swirl around the melting ice cream. He swallows hard, eyes dropping to your low cut T-shirt when he sees a drop of ice cream running down your cleavage.

“Um, you got a little...” He points, his Adams apple bobbing as your finger catches the droplet before it disappeared between your pushed up breasts.

“Oh, thanks Steve.” You smile sweetly before placing the tip of your finger between your lips to suck it clean, hypnotising the boy standing in front of you. Instantly, he’d removed his Scoops Ahoy hat, placing it over the front of his shorts, hoping neither of you noticed the slight predicament he was about to be in.

“Uh, ye-yeah, sure, no problem.” He breathes, walking into the back room as Robin rolls her eyes at you both.

“Fifty bucks says he’s gone to jerk off in the bathroom after that little display.” Robin scrunches her nose as you turn to look at her.

“Maybe I should go help him out?” You suggest, waiting for her reaction.

“Please tell me you’re kidding?” She says, placing her head on the counter.”

“Of course I am.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you finish off your ice cream. “Honestly though, I’d never get anything done working with him. He’s so fucking hot.” You gush as Robin covers her ears.

“I’m not listening! Lalalalalala.”

“You’re such a child!” You giggle, playfully nudging her.

“Oh I’m sorry that I don’t want to listen to my best friend talk about fucking Steve Harrington’s brains out!” Robin exclaims, shaking her head again.

“So what? You talk about wanting to mess around with Tammy Thompson all the time!” You argued quietly knowing Robin hadn’t told anyone but you that she was into girls.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to work with Tammy!” She fought back but before you could respond, Steve was back behind the counter again.

“Hey Rob, don’t you have to return that sweater to the Gap store for your Mom?” You asked, smiling deviously at her.

“Oh yeah, I do. I’ll do it when we’re leaving.” She replied, glaring at you.

“But it’s Friday Rob, they close thirty minutes earlier than us.” Steve chimed in.

“Shit, yeah I totally forgot that. You wanna come with me?” Robin asked, eyes widening as you shook your head.

“No it’s ok, I’ll just keep Steve company.” You grinned, licking your lips at the boy as she gritted her teeth at you.

“I think he’ll be ok by himself for a couple of minutes, right ding—“

“So, you thinking of applying for the job here?” Steve asks, rubbing the back of his neck as Robin sighs heavily, grabbing the sweater and walking away unbeknownst to either of you, muttering at you both to use protection as she left the store.

“Oh, I don’t think so. I mean, I know Robin really wants me to but I’m just not so sure.” You reply as he moves from behind the counter to walk closer towards you.

“That’s too bad, I think you would have been a great fit here.” He smiles as you tilt your head.

“Oh really? Why’s that?” You ask as he licks his lips before speaking.

“Well, I mean you’ve already got an advantage being friends with the two best ice cream slingers in Indiana for one, so training will be a total breeze. Plus, you’ve already got a shit load of experience with hyperactive children working at the arcade and well, something tells me you’d look pretty cute in the uniform too.” Steve flirts as you playfully nudge him.

“I don’t think I’d pull it off as good as you do, Steve.” You reply as he lets out a small laugh.

“Yeah, my ass does look pretty good in these shorts, right?” He challenges as your eyes widen, trying to hold back a smile.

“You totally heard.”

“I totally did.” He grins, moving closer again as you shrug your shoulders. “Well, I stand by my observation, you do have a great ass.”

“Thanks, honey.” He says, gazing at you with a look that sends a lightening bolt straight to your core. “So, there’s no way I could convince you to join the team, huh?”

“What’d you have in mind, Harrington?” You ask as he steps in between your legs, closing the space between you.

“Well sweetheart, I’m a pro at oral persuasion. I’m pretty sure I could get you to come aboard.” He whispers, hovering over your lips and you desperately want him to kiss you.

“Are you freaking kidding me? I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’re practically screwing on the counter!” Robin yells as you quickly pull away from each other.

“Jesus Robin, we were not screwing!” Steve defends as she shoots you both a look of distain.

“You would have been if I hadn’t walked in on you. Shame on you, this is a family friendly business!” She teases as you roll your eyes. “Relax Buckley, the place is empty.”

“Well I’m not losing my job because dingus can’t keep his dick in his pants around pretty girls! In fact, we’re leaving right now because you two can’t be trusted with each other!”

“Hey, wait a minute, we haven’t even cleaned up yet Robin!” Steve argues as his colleague brushes past him and into the back room to grab her stuff.

“You should have thought about that before you tried to get into my friend’s pants. Later dingus!” She waves, grabbing your hand as you wink at Steve, blowing him a teasing kiss.

“Shit.” He sighs, putting a hand through his hair as he walked behind the counter again. It was only then that he noticed the small sticky note with your name and number on it, a little love heart drawn after the message: Call me x

Steve smiled at the note, placing it in his pocket for safe keeping as he made his way into the back room. He walked over to Robin’s data board, finally drawing a line under the You Rule section before heading back out to quickly clean and close up, because he couldn’t wait to call you when he got home.

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@corrodedcoffinfest

My submission for the Corroded Coffin Fest Pop-Up: Spring Break

Promt; I Don't Do Shorts |Word count; 996 |Rating; Teen and Up |Relationship; Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson| CW; none| POV; Eddie| Tags; Famousish Corroded Coffin, Jeff being a little shit, Eddie being an awkward idiot, Platonic Stobbin, Famous Steve Harrington, Steve's stage name is Joe Keerry, Single parent Steve, Dustin is Steve's son, Steve Harrington has loving and involved parents, Movie set, Meet cute, Not mentioned but Steve is TransMasc

I Don't Do Shorts

“I'm not wearing shorts! No way! I refuse. I. Don't. Do. Shorts” Eddie made a cross motion with his arms before crossing his arms in front of his chest. He restrained from stomping his foot like a temper throwing toddler. He and his up and coming band Corroded Coffin had been asked to be extras in a B tire horror movie. They had spent the summer and fall touring with Ice Nine Kills as their opening act. It's through Spencer that they got asked by name to star in the movie.

“Come on Teddy” Jeff groans “The movie is called ‘Spring Reaper’ and is about college students getting killed during spring break in a haunted beach town! Shorts are what normal people wear, at the beach when it's warm. No one's gonna care about the milky white twings you're hiding”. Eddie's eyes widen when he sees the exact moment a light bulb goes off in Jeff's head.

“No, No don't Jeffrey, I swear!” He eyes the MUA, a mac presenting lesbian, the little flag on the lapel of her gilet is any indication, with a short lopsided red bob. The woman in question rolls her eyes.

“ I can conceal whatever porn related or disgusting tattoo you have on your calf or shin” She gives him an unimpressed through the mirror as Jeff starts laughing.

“Trust me, it's really well done. It's perfectly safe for work, it's just extremely embarrassing. For Eddie and utterly hilarious to the rest of us!” Eddie sputters as he flutters about the small trailer they are sharing. He looks at her tag before looking at her face.

“In my defence Robin, I was young and stupid!”

“You were nineteen, so that was only six years ago and you're still stupid. Don't forget in love! It's actually quite pathetic really, how you were gushing and fangirling all during your appointment ” He glares at his friend as he's overcome by laughter.

“Well come on Munson, show me what I need to cover up” Eddie nods as he mutters to himself before walking over. He fumbles with getting his signature handcuff belt open before dropping his jeans and turning his left leg towards her. Taking up most of his lower leg is a realistic life like portrait of ‘final girl’ actor Joe Keerry wearing his iconic Scoops Ahoy outfit he wore in the first movie that cemented his status as a ‘final girl’, ‘The slasher in Starcort Mall’.

He looks down at Robin as she pulls out her phone and quickly snaps a picture, biting her cheek to stop herself from dubbeling laughing. “This is … on another level Munson! And not what I was expecting. That really looks like Dinges! It even has his signature coife! I'm sorry but I'm not covering that up, people love Easter eggs and this is the Easterest of eggs ever! Wait, wait, wait! Oh my God! Final girl is about Dinges!”

Eddie blinks “What do you mean you're not going to cover it up?! And Dinges? You know Joe?! Oh Fuck me. That's…… fuck it! Of course you know him. …. I'm never going to live this down!” He plops down in the unoccupied makeup chair and hides his face in his hands and pulls at his hair. Jeff pats his shoulder in a comforting manner.

~

A few hours later as Eddie's standing in line for catering with Gareth and Grant they get ‘ambushed’ by four teenage boys. They talk over each other, each raising their voice to be heard. All Eddie catches is that they are fans. “Hey, hey! Take a breath, or two and lower your voices! I'm taking a guess and say you guys are fans”

“See! I told you that mum got them as extras!” One of the boys says with light brown curly hair and oddly enough what looks to be missing teeth. The tallest boy scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Mike, don't be a bitch. You're just as excited as we are” The dark skinned boy turns to Eddie with some adoration in his eyes. “Hi, we are really excited to meet you guys. We are big fans of your music and D&D podcast. I'm Lukas, that's Dustin, Mike and Will” He points out each boy, naming them. They excitedly engage with the teens about D&D, making him forget to ask about who Dustin's mother is, moving along the line and getting food.

Eddie is so engrossed in retelling one of their companies they've played while still in high-school he isn't aware of his friends going silent and looking at something behind him. It isn't until a voice interrupts him, a voice that's etched into his brain, a voice that stars in both dreams and fantasies.

“Hey, you little shits, what did I say about ambushing and bothering them? You off all people should know better, Dustin.”

Eddie slowly turns around, ‘please don't be a dream, please don't be a dream’ is blasting on repeat in his mind. But there behind him stands Joe Keerry, hands on his hips looking exasperated, wearing a ripped, bloody girls cheerleading outfit. It's a miracle he doesn't faint or get a nosebleed as the sudden rushing of his blood to his dick. He just stares at him, his brain going offline.

“Jezus Mom, we aren't!”

Eddie's brain jumps back online “Marry me Joe?!” His eyes go impossible wide as his brain catches up with his mouth. He's never wished for the ground to swallow him up more than this moment. He can hardly hear his friends laughing or the teens groaning over the sound of roaring blood in his ears.

“OK but I come with a son, a platonic soulmate, loving but nosey parents and two cats. My legal name is Steve, I had Dustin at fifteen and I want to see the tattoo ”

He blinked owlishly a few times before the shock wears off “ Yep ....... yeah I can do that, Stevie”

[hiraethbambi]

Steddie Smut

Steddie Version of my Cute Little Uniform steve x reader short fic

Eddie makes fun of him in the scoops uniform, steve makes them put it on and fucks him senseless in it.

Sub steve top Eddie filthy smut trans masc Eddie cw: eddies genitals described as Pussy, Dick and cunt probably I can't decide yet lol also oral and p in v, Eddie and Steve are switches I guess

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Eddie had just finished his shift in the cinema and craved ice cream, so that's where he went. Since he had it down really bad for one of the employees it was more than a win win.

Walking out the cinema he subconsciously fixed hair and shirt. More than glad that the cinema let you guys wear whatever as long as it was black and the guys put on the vest that is actually the whole uniform. No problem for the metalhead, his while wardrobe consisted of black shirts.

On the way Eddie encounters loads of know faces, they make a sport out of whispering. "You know, you guys suck at whispering" he says and laughes when he gets called satanist and demon. He flips them the finger and continues to go his way, unbothered.

Some people just fucking suck and Eddie could sing songs about it. He actually does, one of their songs is specifically about stupid idiots. Its also called stupid idiots.

He passes a few gossiping cheerleaders, hearing who apparently was the towns bicycle, he scoffed and rubbed his nose. Soon the scent of freshly made waffles and ice cream comes made his mouth water. Along with something else. Munson, get your head in the game. He shook himself before entering the ice cream parlor.

Scoop's Ahoy was a lovely and well lit place. Looking around you notice the bananas hanging on the doorframe that probably allows the employees to access the break or storage room. From what Eddie had heard and seen it must have been the break room.

The bell in the front rings, making Eddie turn his head to look that way.

Steve's face was stuck in an unamused grin, trying to upkeep the friendliness. But he could tell that Steve needed some help. The group of young girls semmed to be abusing the companion policy of tasting the ice cream before buying. When he saw the Sinclair girl he laughed, he'd played dnd with her a few times. "Hey Nerd" she greeted Eddie.

Quietly he waved at her and she widened her eyes. "Erica I think you we're about to go to claires, they just put up a four for two sign~" Eddie basically sang and smiled widely. Of course she nodded and left the shop with all of her friends.

"Thank you" someone sighedbehind the counter, ruffling his hair smiling at Eddie, clearly relieved. Of course Eddie knew who it was, gazes finally meeting. "She is smart, very smart..and you're too kind sometimes." He fixed his hat and smiled a little forced. That's when Eddie decided to make his day.. well worse or better. And shoot his shot finally.

"You know Harrington that little outfit really brings out your eyes" he cooed, grinning like the brat he loved to be. Especially if that meant getting laid by Steve Harrington. he might even be flirting a little bit, but ofc he'd never admit to that to be honest. He growled lowly. "Don't say that. You know how much I hate the hat." he said trying to fix his hat. "It ruins my best feature." He argued. Just making you smile widely.

"Anyway Harrington, I'd like to order one scoop of chocolate chip" you said, scanning the layout of the different ice cream flavours. "Ah, I'm sorry that was all eaten by those little monsters, you better go for… salted caramel" he suggested, knowing Eddie liked that flavor, as he'd ordered it the last time.

"Okay then that.. I actually love that one a lot." Eddie hated to admit that Harrington was right but.. steve was so handsome that he'd almost forgotten his plan.

His eyes were soft whereas his expression was a little mad. "You're still gonna pay for this.." he murmured while scooping your ball of ice cream flawlessly. Steve handed Eddie the cone and their fingers inevitably touched, sending chills down Eddies spine.

Eddie Munson was no idiot, so he acted like he hadn't heard him, sticking his tongue out at him. "You're gonna regret that" Eddie cooedsweetly winking at Steve.

Since he did work in the mall too, he had no shame in walking behind the counter. He had no shame in general but thats something different. Steve blinked a few times not sure what to say or do, since Eddie walked into the back, exchanging high fives with Robin, who pushed Steve after Eddie, winking.

"You've been in on this?" Steve asked confused and she just shrugged. "I'm a good wimgman" she just said.

"I was always curious where this room led to, not gonna lie" Eddie murmured while looking around.

He looked at the whiteboard with clearly russian words and an alphabet. "That's not important" the taller male said, looking at Eddie smiling a rather wonky smile.

"Sure.." the metalhead said sat down on the couch.

"Woah woah what do you think you're doing here?" Steve interrupted closing the door behind him.

"What does it look like? I'm Just looking around.. I've to said I've been curious what this room was." Eddie seductively licked his ice cream . "Kinda mad you didn't show me before" was what Eddie said before Steve came closer. "I didn't show you, because I didn't want you to see me in this silly uniform" he said. Eddie and Steve we're not dating.. but there definitely was chemistry between the two. It was almost disgusting, at least that's how Robin had described to Eddie a few days before.

His hot breath met Eddies face, making him bite his lip looking slightly up at him, still licking the ice cream seductively slow.

That made him growl again. "What's going on Harrington? Cute little outfit made you swallow your tounge?" he teased again. That's when he had enough. Grinning he pinned Munson to the wall licking his lips. "Well, how bout we put you in it and you decide if its so cute?" He whispered while slowly putting a hand on the others chest before dipping his head down to slowly start kissing him. Finally, Eddie thought. From little pecks to open mouthed kisses the ice cream gets forgotten and falls on the ground, Eddie grabs the others face greedily deepening the kiss with tounge which he gladly allows.

Steve let his hands both swiftly slip under Eddie's shirt, undressing him, leaving his binder on. He knew Eddie would give him access to his chest if he wanted wanted, but also take to his uniform shirt off putting it on Eddie instead.

And obviously Eddie didn't mind, he enjoyed every touch and kiss. It was better than he had ever imagined. Every touch made him whine. Harringtons calloused hands rubbing Eddies nipples, even through the binder, made himmoan. "Nhg~ Steve~ Puppy" Eddie finally moaned, causing him to twitch in his pants. "Say that again.. please" he demanded while going down on his knees unbuttoning Eddies pants slowly, lust in his eyes basically drooling at the sight of the metalhead in his uniform.

"Puppy~" he cooed laying a hand on his cheek softly squishing his face. "Mh- Fuck" he whined while dragging the pants fdown his legs. Eddie was more than ready for him to do anything, and since he seemed to be so greedy for his pussy he grinned. "Mhm yes good Puppy, so greedy for me huh?" T

Eddie asked, seeing him twitch again. By now that boy had a full on boner. Slowly he nodded, looking up at him with his big ouppy eyes. "Want to eat out this dripping pussy ?" He nodded. "Use your words."

"Yes please Sir. I wanna eat that… delicious Pussy of yours and suck on that beautiful dick" he begged while playing with the hem of your underwear. "Beg for it" Eddie fell into a haze, just like he was. Subspace Steve was something so beautiful it made Eddies mouth water, and not only his mouth. He was dripping wet for that handsome man. And in a matter of seconds his underwear pooled at his feet and the brown haired, doe eyed Steve Harrington was looking up at Eddie Munson for approval. He put a Hand in his hair and tug it lightly, making him moan. Fuck was that a beautiful noise.

"Yes?" He asked jumping onto one of the counters spreading his legs, easy access for the other, more comfortable for Eddie aswell. Slowly he stood up, discarding his underwear while licking his beautiful full lips. "Lets move this to the couch" he murmured and manhandled Eddie down from the counter, making Eddie hold onto his shoulders one hand tangled in his mullet.

The way he held Eddie made his tip tease his entrance which made the metalhead whimper. He desperately wanted him buried deep inside, but first wanted to tease him some more. Dipping down intentionally made him moan, Eddie loved that sound. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum" he whimpered, setting the smaller man down on the couch before kneeling in front of him. "Please let me suck your cock.. please.. Sir" he begged, eyes still huge.

Looking down at him,Eddie grinned. "Well if you ask nicely I'll think about it" he said while running his hand through his hair, spreading your legs in the process. His gaze fell on your middle, basically drooling. "Please, Sir.. Daddy I wanna taste that pretty pussy.. so pretty and dripping.. just for me" he beggeg putting his hands on your thighs holding your legs open. And that was it. You couldn't wrap your head around it but he was so fucking hot. "Go ahead pretty boy." And with that he dived in, tongue meeting your folds, your juices mixing with saliva and you moaning in pleasure.

Steve Harrington was a natural. He knew his way around bodies, especially Eddies body. "Mh you taste so good Sir" he mumbled into Eddies cunt, looking up at him with his big doe eyes. Lips glistening with Eddies juices and his own saliva. "You're such a good boy for me.. wanna make me cum?" he was eagerly nodding in response. "You want me to suck your dick.. Sir?" he asked while running a hand through his hair.

"Oh puppy, can you do that for me?", again he nodded, dazed eyes. Eddie pulled Steves hair to get him closer to his dick again. "Then make me cum." Yes Sir" he moaned into the others cunt and started sucking Eddies dick. He licked around the base, using his fingers to rub Eddies folds, dipping his fingers in every time. Then he switched. Placing his fingers on his dick, but slowly inserting the tongue in the metalheads hole, making him hold back a scream of pleasure. The curly haired muffled his moans with his own hand, careful not to cause suspicion.

"Fuck Baby.." Eddie then cooed, looking down at him, grabbing the shirt." Fuck . you're so wet.. just for me, Daddy" he moaned dipping his head into Eddies dripping heat again before he also slides his fingers into hus cunt making him squirm. "Just like that Puppy" Eddie said letting go of the shirt lacing both of his hands in his hair. Pulling on it, hard. It's making him wince but moan in unision.

"Fuck Daddy you feel and taste so good" he says, muffled by Eddies throbbing cunt. That sends Eddie over the edge making him release without warning, on his tounge, face and fingers. Eddie, quietly as possible moan his name as he cum.

That just made him lick Eddie faster, helping you riding out your high, before he finally looked up at you. Face covered in Eddies cum, eyes big and expression definitely dazed, Eddies pussy got him so drunk on his lust. "You're so handsome" these words made him stand up and sit down next to him to give you a heated kiss that quickly turned into a makeout.

Neither of them were complaining, they loved it. Besides the sexual tension had build up in the last weeks, Eddie and Steve both could swear their friends even had placed bets on how long it would take.

After a few minutes they broke the kiss for air. "Mhhh" he made, looking at eachother. "I wanna fuck you and take charge." he said grinning. Eddie wasn't complaining about this either, how long had he wanted to be fucking owned and dominated by Steve Harrington himself? Probably for some time now. Nodding he bit his lip, slowly slipping into subspace.

"Okay, Sir" he then said, which made him get into his domspace. "Fuckin good boy" he cooed, running his hand over his still sensitive core, dipping his fingers in. He pumped his fingers a few times before taking them out and putting them into his mouth. "You still taste so fucking good.." he lowly moaned in eddies ear before pulling him up on his lap.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

Blind Date x Forgotten First Meeting AU landoscar

Hilarity of slightly mutual friend groups so they assume the other is the other half of the blind date (they aren’t 😂 friends assume they are too different to work) even tho they don’t *know* each other but one of them (A) remembers a very young encounter/friendship that really struck a cord in A and has been on their mind forever but assumes B has completely forgotten or it wasn’t as profound or B doesn’t realize the other component is A (would be funny if B talks about the friendship/encounter around A at some point but has no fucking clue the person B is talking about is right fucking there 😭😭😭)

As I was writing this it definitely felt like lando would be more B and oscar more A but I trust this in your hands wiz 🧡

Feel free to ignore blind date aspect if it flows better another way ✌🏻

Idea for very young encounter totally not ripped off from an episode of Bluey: they meet at a campsite locale to one of them as little kids and spend the entire week just getting along like a house on fire but eventually the week ends and the other has to go back to his country and they are too young to keep in contact. Bluey episode totally not for reference cause it’s really really cute 8 minutes 😭😭😭 https://www.bluey.tv/watch/season-1/camping/

-brooke <3

brooke/ @scuderiabs my friend i literally sat on this for so long cus i genuinely wasn’t sure what else i could add to your gourmet ask right here.

but! on the night of the blue suit oscar debut, it’s perfect because either of these would work beautifully… especially if oscar or lando met again at a friend’s wedding (alex albon’s is always gonna be my default setting for romcom-at-the-wedding AUs).

and obviously we gotta have some supporting visuals so here you go:

and ahoy… maybe a glimpse into this world.

snippet below:

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“I didn’t think it was you.”

“Why?!”

“You look… the same. But different.” Oscar says, tapping the rim of his glass.

The evening light’s dipping into darkness, sky going blue and sooty. Yellow candlelight casts soft circles on Lando’s face. The years have been kind to him. He’s handsome, in a way that endears easily, draws people close to him in a way that works well for Alex’s large contingent of groomsmen.

“How different?”

“Older.”

“Well you look exactly the same as you did when I kicked your arse at tennis. Remember the instructor?”

“Yeah. Thomas was never subtle about the cigarette breaks behind the shed.”

“Pretty funny when your serve hit that citroën though.” Lando shakes his fists in the air dramatically.

“Arrêté!” Lando adds, in a poor imitation of Thomas, the very harried summer school tennis instructor.

Oscar snorts with undignified laughter. One of Alex’s stern Thai aunts looks at him disapprovingly.

“Sorry.” Oscar mumbles. This is far too much emotion for a communal setting. A flush creeps up his neck, and he wonders if he’s getting a food allergy. Maybe it’d be easier if he disappeared to the bathroom to play tetris on his phone and stay inconspicuous like he’d planned after all. Or maybe he could walk into a wall and take refuge in an ambulance.

“I think I saw a tennis court out there earlier.” Lando says, sipping his gin and tonic. There’s a sprig of boysenberry in Lando’s that somehow perfectly matches the cheery boutonnière on his brown suit. Oscar’s not sure how Lando got the bartender to do that up as a special, because it was presumably off menu from the carefully curated wedding drinks. (Probably Lando’s bizzare Prince-Charming-via-Clapham-Common act, and god knows the charm offensive has been working on him too. Nonetheless, it’s really the least of Oscar’s priorities at the moment.)

Because Oscar is looking at Lando’s face. At the quizzical slant of the other man’s brow. He’s watching as Lando leans in curiously, knee just microscopically close enough that they could touch. Though Lando stops just short of doing so, as if sensing that Oscar needs to come in willingly.

Oscar knows Lando has been flirting with him all night. Saying look at you in that amused voice, finding excuses to clink their glasses together far beyond the wedding toasts were over, with flimsy excuses to do so (“god save the queen!” “she’s long gone, mate.” “then god save us all!”).

They’ve also been reminiscing about that one summer camp from over a decade ago. From when they’d lost touch, and all the things that have happened in their lives since. Life in Australia, life in England. Finishing Engineering school. One dropping out of college to pursue music. Births and deaths and having to pay taxes now.

And of all the millions of possible places, of the skipped stops and lost connections in the world; of all the phone numbers and emails and social pages they’ve near-missed, they’ve met again, right here.

Oscar remembers summer sun. Shouting across the net, knocking elbows. Chocolate and marshmallows stuffed into a baguette, sticky on his hands. Dogeared detective novels passed back and forth. A blur of curly hair streaking past him, both of them jumping headfirst into a lake, surfacing to take in huge lungfuls of air.

“You fancy a rematch?” Oscar asks, sipping the last of his drink. He’s not sure if he’s talking only about tennis.

But he doesn’t break eye contact, and hopes Lando understands what he’s really asking.

Lando’s gaze stays steady at him.

A corner of Lando’s mouth tips up into a smile.

(Cicadas hum outside. It’s summer, again.)

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[stranger-stardustt]

hallo hallo! I am here to give you a writing request, because the only thing I love more than getting asks is sending them! I can’t remember if this was on the list of things you write for, but maybe some Stobin? Like them just being best friends and acting like an old married couple?

I know this isn’t really like…a lot to go off of, haha, sorry :)

i love stobin!!!! this is a lil short but i hope you enjoy the stobin scoops ahoy shenanigans with a little added Eddie because somehow he snuck in there for plot. i promise its mostly Stobin /p though!!! tysm for the ask <3

Steve’s least favorite thing about working at Scoops Ahoy was theme days. Every Saturday, arguably the busiest day of the week, there was a new sea-related theme, accompanied by a mascot and a specialty flavor or two.

That Saturday was pirate day, and Steve and Robin were in the backroom getting ready to open when they heard someone come through the employee entrance. Footsteps were joined by whistling as someone approached.

“Who do you think is our pirate?” Robin whispered, moving toward Steve. “I hope it’s a girl.”

Steve laughed. “You just want a girl so you can stare at her all shift,” he whispered back, and Robin shoved him gently.

“Not true!” Her voice was a little louder now. “I want a girl so I don’t have to deal with a bunch of gross, sweaty boys like you for hours.”

“I am not gross or sweaty!” Steve exclaimed, grabbing her by the waist. “Take it back!”

Robin giggled, squirming in his grasp. His arms were wrapped around his hips, lifting her a few inches off the ground. “Put me down, you heathen,” she hissed playfully, kicking her feet. “Come on, Steve, this isn’t fair!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” sang Steve, spinning her around. “You must now suffer the consequences of insulting the one and only Steve Harrington.”

Twisting around, Robin broke free from Steve’s embrace. She launched forward, crowding him against the counter and running her hands through his gelled-up hair. “Got you!” 

A cough pulled the two of them from their bickering. They turned, freezing as their eyes landed on a new yet oddly familiar face. “Uh, sorry for interrupting,” a man said, pushing his brown curls out of his face. “I’m Eddie? I’m the stupid mascot or whatever for today.” He glanced between the two of them, like he was sizing them up. “Do you want me to leave you two alone or something?”

Robin made a retching noise, bouncing away from Steve and toward Eddie. “Please, don’t leave me alone with him,” she cried dramatically, holding out a hand. “I’m Robin, that’s Steve. We’re nothing more than platonic. I gag just thinking about it, jeez.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Steve sighed, fixing his hair and walking toward Eddie. “I’ve seen you around at Hawkins High. You deal, don’t you?”

Smiling, Eddie nodded. “Yeah.” He looked at Steve with something in his eye that the other man couldn’t quite make out. “But Wayne said I needed a real gig, so I’m doing stuff like this until I find something permanent. Let me tell you, I do a hell of a pirate voice.”

“I’m sure you do,” Robin giggled. “Your outfit is in the leftmost locker, you can change in the bathroom.” 

Eddie gave a little thanks and a nod, heading out toward the bathroom to get ready. When he left, Robin elbowed Steve. 

“Ouch! What?”

“He was cute,” Robin said. 

Steve looked at her. “You’re a lesbian.”

“I didn’t mean for me,” she replied with an innocent whistle. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m looking at you like I usually look at you!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air. 

Robin grinned, teeth on display. “Exactly.” She raised a finger, pressing it gently to his nose before turning and skipping to the front. “Your face, it pains me.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

Groaning, Steve leaned against the counter. “I really do,” he said, no hostility in his words at all.

[aquagirl1978]

Ahoy Aqua! I'm still thinking about that Gilbert and Son fic you wrote the other day and I was wondering if I could request wholesome family headcanons about having a water gun fight with Gilbert and your child as well as Chevalier and your child?

Oh, you mean the fic I posted like over a month ago - oh wait, you mean like a year ago? Sorry I'm so slow with requests 😂 You'll have to forgive me for tweeking your prompt. When I saw those cute lil cyberpunk chibis, and saw Gil with his giant bazooka I was reminded of this request that remained unanswered. A/N: You, as the reader, are alive and well but not present in this paint gun battle. It will become obvious why you are not there as you read along - think of this as a "choose your suitor" story. Disclaimer: I took some liberties in writing this - most notably with their choice of clothing and gameplay. Please do not play paintball without the proper gear and always follow the rules.

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - WHOLESOME FAMILY PAINT GUN BATTLES (GILBERT, CHEVALIER)

Arrival at the Arena

The members of the von Obsidian family were frequent visitors at the paintball arena.

Today's outing was led by Gilbert, the proud papa, who was joined by his four children.

They arrived dressed for the occasion - head-to-toe black and red. The two eldest children dragged in what appeared to be a small armory - enough guns for each of them to have at least three and enough ammo to last all afternoon.

Gilbert was busy checking each gun before handing it off to a child as another family entered the space.

Chevalier Michel had never stepped foot into such a place before in his life. It was dark and dingy, and had his teenage son not begged him to come to this place, Chevalier would have been home, reading in his library.

He scowled as his son led him to the long counter - apparently this was where one obtained the equipment necessary to participate.

"Do you want to rent or purchase?" the clerk asked.

"Rent," Chevalier grumbled. There was no need to purchase something he would have no use for after today.

"Hey, Dad, do you know that man over there? He's waving at you."

His ice blue eyes glanced up, a loud sigh escaping his lips before closing his eyes momentarily.

Gilbert wasted no time approaching Chevalier when he ignored his wave. "Fancy seeing you here," Gilbert said with a smile. "Didn't anyone tell you not to wear white here?" he asked, poking Chevalier in the chest with his long finger.

Chevalier roughly brushed Gilbert's hand away. "Didn't anyone tell you to fix your jacket?" he asked, his eyes flickering to the jacket falling from Gilbert's frame, exposing his pale shoulders.

"My wife likes it this way," Gilbert replied, still smiling. "Since you're here, we should play against each other."

Let the Games Begin!

"You're a bit short there..." Gilbert apprised as his single eye flicked between Chevalier and son and his army of four.

"Oh, I know...you can borrow a few of mine." He tapped two of his sons and motioned for them to join Chevalier.

"That wasn't necessary," Chevalier said, frowning at the two mini-Gilberts now standing by his side. "And I out-number you now," he added with a raised brow.

"I know," Gilbert replied with a smile as sharp as a knife.

What did I get myself into? Chevalier felt a sharp sting in his stomach, reminiscent of the pains one might experience when Clavis was nearby. This will not end well.

Chevalier led his team to their designated hideout. He watched in awe as Gilbert's two sons unpacked enough paintball guns to equip a small army.

"Here, take this. It's better than any of the stuff they rent here."

Chevalier tossed his rental gun to the side; the one the mini-Gilbert handed him was a far superior model. Large, yet light in his hands, he nodded approvingly as they handed a similar styled gun to his son.

"You've never played before, have you?" one of the mini-Gilberts asked Chevalier, eyeing his white jacket.

"Just show me how to load this thing," Chevalier replied gruffly, grabbing a handful of paintballs.

After a brief rundown of how to operate the equipment and how to play, the team was ready to split up and start the battle.

"Papa likes to hide," one of the mini-Gilberts warned before the team split up.

Chevalier nodded as he directed the others which way to head.

He crept along his path, his gun at the ready, expecting the worst from Gilbert.

But it was quiet. Too quiet. So quiet, Chevalier found himself growing bored with this game.

He was about ready to drop his gun to his side when out of nowhere came a small figure screaming loudly.

"What the -" Chevalier shouted, shooting the child straight in the chest.

"You got me...." Gilbert's daughter clutched her heart as he body crumped to the ground.

"Dramatic. Just like your father," he said as he stood over her prone body.

One down, two to go.

"What happened to you?" Chevalier asked when he ran into one of the mini-Gilberts from his team.

"My brother....he's down that way. You might be able to sneak up on him."

Chevalier nodded silently and followed down the path until he found his target.

He hid behind cover as he watched and waited for the perfect moment.

When the moment was right, in the darkness of shadows, Chevalier stalked his prey, his gun at the ready.

When the mini-Gilbert's back was turned, Chevalier slipped from the shadows and aimed his gun.

Splat! Bright yellow mixed with black and red, a bright sun in the center of darkness.

"Ah, crap," the mini-Gilbert muttered as his hand reached around his back, his dark glove touching the yellow splatters of paint.

Two down, one to go.

It didn't take long for Chevalier to find the Final Boss; he simply went to where he would have hid.

When he heard Gilbert's familiar laughter, he knew he was in the right spot.

When he turned the final corner, Chevalier couldn't believe his eyes.

"What the bloody hell?!"

Gilbert was perched on a pile of wooden crates, his usual grin plastered on his face.

And a rather large bazooka in his hands.

"What are you doing with that thing?" Chevalier asked, telling himself that he was in no way, shape or form jealous of the weapon in Gilbert's hand.

"No one's ever actually found me during one of these paintball battles, so I've never actually used it. So sad, isn't it?"

Chevalier watched the strange, little man with curiosity as Gilbert stroked the weapon as if it were his pet.

"Do you know what you're doing with that thing?" Chevalier asked.

"Of course I do!" Gilbert exclaimed, offended to be asked such a question. "I built this myself, I -"

BOOM!

All of a sudden, the ground began to shake as the air filled with a giant cloud of acrid smoke. Chevalier covered his mouth with his forearm, his head still ringing, confused as to what exactly happened.

"Oops," Gilbert choked out in between coughs.

The Aftermath

"This was fun, we have to do it again. How's tomorrow?" Gilbert said with a smile as everyone was packing up their gear.

One of the mini-Gilberts pushed his bangs from his forehead as he let out a low sigh. "No, Papa. We have to wait a week. That's how long it will take the place to repair the damage you caused with your bazooka."

"Oh. How's next week then?" Gilbert asked, his smile sad, but not yet quite a frown.

"Yeah, sure," Chevalier mumbled as he and his son left.

"Dad?" Chevalier's son asked once they were outside. "I thought you and mom were going to that book fair next week?"

"Indeed."

"Then why'd you agree to come play then?"

"I won't be coming; your Uncle Clavis will. He and his army of Lelouchians would enjoy this barbaric game immensely."

[brainyxbat]

Chopper's Kingdom On the Island of Strange Animals - Pt. 1

After their hot adventure on Alabasta, the crew was looking over a new map. "The island of the King's treasure?" Zoro asked.

"Yes," Nami replied, "It's called Crown Island."

"Nami-san, you are the best," Sanji praised through some cooking.

"The treasure must be magnificent!" Usopp cheered, as he tinkered.

"You're sounding like Nami there," Venus giggled while watching him, not noticing the navigator's unamused look towards her.

"Let's go already!" Luffy beamed. "I'm pumped!"

"Let's not," Chopper, the newest crewmember, chimed in, and everyone turned to him in surprise.

"Why not, Chopper?" Zoro pumped a pair of dumbbells.

"We can't just leave treasure, and not steal it," Nami added.

"But there'll be pirates there!" Chopper exclaimed.

"You're one too," Usopp pointed out.

"Ah! I forgot..."

"Hey..."

"But what if you get really hurt?"

"That's what we have you for," Usopp walked around him, and proudly held his hand out in his direction.

"Yeah, but..."

"You worry about stupid things. Worry about the monsters!"

"Monsters?" Chopper's eyes widened at that.

"Vampire penguins, and man-eating clams!" Usopp held his arms out like Frankenstein's monster. "Violent fried octopi, and carnivorous dumplings!"

"Yeah, right," Nami muttered.

"Don't scare him!" Venus scolded the sniper. "But if we do find a vampire penguin, can I keep it?"

"No!" Nami snapped.

Chopper quickly backed up, before bumping into Luffy. "Oh, sorry-"

"A monster!" He screamed at his crude drawing.

"Hey, I'm not a monster!"

"You're too scared," Zoro reprimanded, "You need to fight with us."

"I fight bravely, if I really have to!" He retorted. "Remember Mr. 4, and Ms. Merry Christmas?!"

"Just don't run away when it counts," Sanji advised, as he served Nami and Venus their meals.

"I'm a pirate now," Chopper glared, "I won't run away!"

Just then, out of nowhere, they felt a huge rumbling, which rocked the Merry. "What's going on?" Usopp and Chopper panicked, hopping back and forth.

Everyone rushed outside, and there was a trail of geysers bursting out of the ocean. "Land ahoy!" Luffy reported. When the trail headed straight for them, Zoro jumped back in shock, bumping into Sanji, before they were launched straight into the sky. Nami gripped the railing, as Venus and Usopp tumbled along the deck, and Sanji stayed on the stairs.

Luffy held onto the tangerine trees, and grabbed Usopp and Venus when their grips loosened. "Underwater volcanoes!" Zoro exclaimed, the three bouncing back and forth with Luffy's rubber arm.

Just then, the geyser disintegrated into steam. "Look there!" Nami pointed.

"It's forming a circle!" Zoro gawked at the steam rocketing all around the island.

"A circle?" Luffy jumped in to see for himself.

"Is that...?" Usopp watched from the rope ladder, "Is that...?"

"Doesn't it look like...?" Venus pointed out, but trailed off, just above him.

"Yes," Nami now had an excited glint in her eyes, "I'm sure of it."

"It's Crown Island!" Luffy cheered. From the sky, they saw that it was a lush green with plentiful foliage, a reddish mountain, and a waterfall behind a rainbow. "Woohoo! What a nice looking island!"

"Sorry to spoil your fun," Zoro cut in, and on cue, they began falling straight down!

"Chopper!" Venus screamed when the reindeer flew away, bumping into the crow's nest, and ripping the flag off in an attempt to stay put.

"Chopper!" Luffy stretched his arm out to grab him, but he was too far away, before the Merry crash-landed on the ocean, knocking everyone out.

"Hey, everyone all right?" Zoro asked around after it was calm again.

"I think I'm dead," Usopp groaned from the rope ladder, upside down.

"In that case, so am I," Venus agreed groggily, slumped over above him.

Sanji blinked deliriously, before perking up. "Oh, Nami-san... I've died, and gone to heaven." His head had landed cozily in her lap, while she was in a short, white dress.

"Get off me!" She punched him away.

"You're cute when you're angry!"

"You there." Luffy and Zoro turned around at the strange, gravelly voice. They turned to see a large, green bird with a bald head perched on a hippo with dark red fur, and a gold nose ring in the center. Next to him was what appeared to a ram. "What do you want here?" Sanji plopped down in the sand in front of them.

"W-what?" Usopp stammered, "The bird talks?"

"It's a parrot," Zoro pointed out, "Parrots speak."

"Not on its own like that!" Nami exclaimed.

"Human tongue is no problem for me. But I have to admit, only I and Raventi can talk like this."

An ecstatic Luffy jumped down, and sprinted up to him. "Wow! This island is so cool!"

"Who are you?"

"Hey, have you seen Chopper?"

"Chopper?"

-

Elsewhere, there was a tree with an open trunk on the side of the mountain, with a trail occupied by a line of strange animals. The tree occupied the deceased body of a lion-qilin hybrid creature with large, golden horns, and an orange mane. Before him, stood a human boy in a loincloth, and a small, dark blue bird with round eyeglasses, and red and yellow feathers on his head. "Chimerion..." The boy muttered sadly.

"Mombambi," The bird turned to him, "Our king has fulfilled his duty, and died. You can't mourn forever."

"I know, Raventi."

As they walked out, an elephant with a short horse's mane, and ring-like ears rung a huge shell with a log. "When the crown envelopes the isle, heaven shall give us new blood."

"But is that really true? Will we really get a new king?"

"I think so. The elders have always said so."

"An animal king from heaven? There's no way."

On cue, at where the other animals were gathered, a small reindeer in a black cape came tumbling down, and landed butt-down on the sharp rock. "Kiiiiiiiiii-!" He screamed out, taking on a large, muscular build.

"It's saying "king"!" Mombambi exclaimed, after running over with Raventi.

"From the heavens!"

"Kiiiiiiiiii-!" He screamed again, before collapsing, turning small again, and stumbling on his hind hooves.

He opened his eyes to see the animals dancing around him in celebration. "The animal king! It's our king!"

"Animal... king?" He almost whispered, utterly confused, and glanced around. "King? Where?"

"Amazing!" Mombambi gushed. "He can speak human tongue!"

"Are you the animal king?"

"Stop joking! You're the king of all!"

Raventi approached him, as Mombambi danced with joy. "The legend was true! It's our new king!"

"King?" Chopper gawked. "I'm the animal king?!"

[hairmetal666]

Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.

He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.

Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.

Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.

The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.

"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.

He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."

Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.

The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.

"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.

"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."

"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."

They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.

"How much do I owe you?" he asks.

Steve shakes his head. "On the house."

"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."

"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."

"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.

"On?"

"How good this shake is." He winks.

Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."

And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.

Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.

---

Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.

Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.

He can't stop smiling.

That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.

"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."

"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.

"No, I got it. Not to worry."

"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.

Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.

"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.

Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"

"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."

At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.

"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.

He slumps. "No."

His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.

"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"

---

"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."

"Uh-huh," she says.

"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.

"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"

And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.

"What?"

She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.

"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"

She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.

"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.

"What?"

"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.

He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.

"Well?" Robin demands.

"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."

"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"

"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."

Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."

"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."

She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."

---

It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.

"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.

"Yeah?" he mumbles.

"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."

She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.

Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.

He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.

With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.

"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."

"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."

Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.

"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."

Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.

"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.

"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.

He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.

---

Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.

They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"

"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.

Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.

It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.

It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.

Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."

[rogueddie]

One small glimpse had all it took for Eddie to be completely hooked. Just one little glimpse, just enough to get him curious, just enough to get him in the store.

And then he'd truly seen Steve Harrington, dressed in a cute little sailors uniform. The shorts weren't anywhere near as sinful as the ones he wore in gym but... something about them being part of his uniform, something about the fact that someone is paying him to wear them, makes it seem so much more... dirty? Eddie isn't sure, something about it immediately riles him up.

They're so flattering too, somehow make his legs look better than the gym shorts did. When he turns around, bending over to grab something out of the lower cabinet...? Eddie is just glad it was loud, no one could hear the quiet noise he made.

Of course he'd teased him. How could he not? Former King of Hawkins high, reduced to serving ice cream in a slutty sailor suit.

"It's not slutty," Harrington had hissed, flushing bright red. "It's just a uniform."

"Mm, and you wear it so well."

It was just a short little visit. Got some ice cream, said a few teasing things, left within five minutes.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about it. He'd always found Harrington attractive, who hadn't? He wasn't necessarily ashamed of that. But, even then, it had never been this bad. A fleeting thought that the guy looked good, sure. Waking up in the middle of the night, fantasizing about him in his work uniform?

A week later, he's sure that he's remembering wrong. He's probably just having a bad week, weirdly hormonal and didn't realize that he was into sailor uniforms... or something. Because there's no way Steve Harrington looked so pretty in that uniform that it warranted this much thought.

So, later in the day, he goes back to the mall. Picks up a new album first, heading inside Scoops Ahoy- he'd pass it by on the way back, it gives him the perfect excuse.

Harrington is serving, but he's turned around, talking to his co-worker. It gives Eddie an unfortunately good look at how the shorts pull a little too tight in all the right areas. It doesn't help when he shifts his stance as he talks, leaning forward a little more so his back almost arches, hips tilting to the side and-

Eddie ducks his head to stare at the album in his hand like it's the most fascinating thing in the world, shuffling so the girl in front of him still waiting at the counter blocks his view.

After he finally carries on doing his job, serves the girl so Eddie can sidle up to the counter with a smirk, he rolls his eyes. "Anymore inappropriate comments?"

"Yeah. You sure those shorts are the right size?"

Harrington frowns, looking down at said shorts. "Yeah?"

"Mhm. Sure, I believe you." Eddie glances at his co-worker.

She's a decently pretty girl, he assumes- but she's giving him a knowing look, pretends to tip her hat at him with a wink. Huh.

"Same as last time," Eddie drawls when Harrington finally stops frowning at his uniform.

He stares at him for a moment, squinting a little. He snaps his fingers when he finally remembers, grinning. It's almost criminal- to look that good on a normal day, but then also wear that sailor uniform and also be cute?

Someone up above must hate him.

"Here you go, that's $1.55."

Eddie reluctantly accepts the ice cream, hands him the money in far too many coins. It's the right order. "Is that the right amount?"

Harrington grumbles, annoyed, as he slowly starts counting each cent. Shakes his head when he's done. "5 cents short, sorry dude."

"Damn." Eddie pushes the ice cream back at him so he can dig through both pockets.

"Just- stop, here," Harrington holds the ice cream out. Eddie had very nearly wiggled out what felt like a quarter stuck in his pocket too. "You can pay me back later."

"You sure?" Eddie cautiously takes the offered ice cream. Hesitates for a moment- he's being nice, actually nice. Eddie isn't sure teasing is the best way to repay that but... he's not told Eddie to back off yet. "You just want cash or what?"

"What other type of payment is there?"

"Goods and services," Eddie wiggles his eyebrows.

Harrington splutters for a moment, flushing red again. So Eddie takes the opportunity to leave, not waiting for a response.

Whilst it's only 5 cent, Eddie has learnt the hard way that every penny counts. But he's been given the perfect excuse to come back. He's practically been invited back.

Eddie tries not to feel too giddy. Tries not to let it get to his head.

He holds out exactly three days. Three days of absolute hell! He can barely concentrate half the time, mind constantly wondering back to Harrington in that stupid uniform. The way he'd blushed, again, so easily. Seemed to almost welcome the teasing, too. At least, he didn't seem put off by it. It's almost too good to be true.

He'd been busy all day though. Band practice had run later than they'd planned and everyone else had things they needed to get to afterwards as well. It didn't go well for anyone.

Eddie is lucky he arrives at the mall in time, the stores only just starting to pack up for the evening. Most stores are completely empty- including Scoops Ahoy.

But it's completely empty. Not even Steve or a different employee stand at the counter, or shuffle around the tables cleaning up. For a moment, Eddie is sure that they must have closed up early and he really has arrived too late.

But then the 'staff only' door swings open, Harrington shuffling out. He freezes moments after he steps out, just as surprised to see Eddie.

"Hey," he eventually says. He even gives Eddie a little wave. "Sorry, uh, didn't expect anyone else in. Most of the ice cream is, uh, packed up. I don't... we might still have yours?"

"It's ok if you don't," Eddie offers, sauntering over to the counter. "I'll take a recommendation."

Harrington nods, shuffling over to start rooting through... things. Eddie isn't sure. He keeps up his bad habit of just bending over instead of crouching though. Eddie isn't sure whether he's happy about that or not. It is a nice view.

"We have, uh, the U.S.S Butterscotch ice cream? It's the closest we have available."

"That's fine. As long as it's not vanilla. How much is it?"

"Oh, right, sorry. It's $1.99."

Eddie roots through his pockets, dumping his change on the counter first. He's pretty sure he doesn't have enough- and he's right, he's just about 34 cent short.

"Shit. You got anything cheaper?"

But Harrington shakes his head again, already pulling out the scooper. "Just pay me back. It's fine."

Eddie raises his eyebrows. One time, 5 cents, isn't anything to take note of. A second time, now adding up to 39 cents?

"What if I can't afford to?"

Again, he shrugs off the question. "You're the one who suggested goods and services."

"You know what I was implying with that, right?"

He shrugs again, but he keeps his head down, focusing on fiddling with the ice cream scooper. He's blushing.

Eddie leans forward, onto his elbows, tilting his head. He pats the counter. "Come here then."

"What?" Steve tries to ask. But Eddie just pats the counter again. So Steve steps a little closer, leans on his palms though, keeping straight and upright. "What?"

Eddie looks over him for a moment, considering... it'd be worth the punch, he decides.

He grabs the little red tie of Steve's uniform, pulling him down. He leans up to meet him halfway, unable to hold in his pleased hum when Steve tilts his head to the side as he allows Eddie to pull him down.

His mouth opens just as easily when Eddie immediately deepens the kiss. The noise he makes when Eddie nips at his lower lip too- so high, needy. Irresistible. He just has to bury his hands in his hair, holding his head still so Eddie can take what he wants. Rewards Steve with a little tug on his hair.

He's panting when Eddie finally lets him go, blushing all the way down his neck, eyes a little glassy.

"That enough, sailor?"

Steve blinks at him for a moment, looking a little out of it.

"Steve."

"Oh, uh, yeah... right, yeah, that- yeah. I'll just, um. I'll get your order."

This time, Eddie let's his eyes linger. Doesn't bother hiding it when Steve looks back round, feeling almost gleeful at how Steve almost seems to preen.

... can you tell that I've been thinking about this post too much?

[hardboiledleggs]

Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson Part 2

Part 1 Here!

I could kiss all of you consensually on the mouth, you were so nice about part 1 I cried several times. Here is the long awaited part 2, which I am considering turning into a full length fic on ao3 so if anyone wants to follow me there here it is! Sorry it is so short! This is mostly a stepping stone for my plan for part 3. As always, if anyone would like to be added to my permanent Steddie fic tag list or the tag list for this fic specifically, let me know below :)

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As a general rule, Steve considers himself a confident person. Unfortunately, there’s something about Eddie Munson that reduces him to a nervous, sweaty wreck with decidedly NOT perfect hair. Every time he pulls the now well-worn scrap of paper with Eddie’s number from his pocket, his heart rate jumps to an unhealthy level, and he stuffs it away. This has, of course, royally pissed off Robin Buckley.

“I mean, Jesus Christ, Steve. What is the point of getting a cute guy’s number if you aren’t even going to use it? I think I would have called him more than you have by now, and he doesn’t even have boobies!”

Steve crosses his arms and lets out a disgruntled huff. “Look, I told him some seriously personal stuff, okay? I doubt he even wants me to call him.”

Robin shoots him a deadly glare as she restocks the chocolate chunk ice cream, her stern look tempered slightly by her ridiculous sailor outfit. Scoops Ahoy is an okay place to work, all things considered, but Steve has considered reporting the ice cream shop to the Better Business Bureau for the uniforms alone.

“Why the hell would he give you his number, then? Please don’t be a dingus,” she snorts as she wipes an arm across her sweaty forehead.

“He probably felt bad for me, okay? Seriously. If I had told you that story, you wouldn’t be like ‘Wow, can’t wait to jump his bones!’ You’d think I was a pathetic dude with daddy issues,” Steve groans, flopping forward against the counter. His track record with guys had been, so far, awful. It was hard enough to be a bisexual man in the 80s, let alone in a small town in Indiana. One wrong move, the wrong word, and he could be arrested or worse. It didn’t give a guy a whole lot of confidence.

“For the record, I wouldn’t have wanted to jump your bones regardless, but whatever,” Robin says dryly. Her eyes are soft as she catches his arm. “Just don’t let yourself lose out on something nice ‘cause you’re scared, okay?”

Steve doesn’t look at her as he tugs out of her grip and starts organizing the spoons.

~~~

Eddie Munson has always hated places like the Starcourt Mall. There are always way too many people, too much erroneous noise, and the workers start to follow you around the store if you start touching everything that looks like it might be soft. However, even he cannot deny the hypnotic pull of a brand-new Tower Records shop.

Weaving in between soccer moms and bubblegum-chewing teenage girls, he skids around a corner and gazes above the heads of the crowd, trying to spot the Tower Records logo amongst the perms. Nothing catches his eye except a blue and red neon sign flashing ‘Scoops Ahoy Ice Cream Parlor’ across the mall. Figuring there were worse places to take a break and get directions, Eddie shrugs and fights his way through the crowd and steps into the nautical ice cream parlor.

The man at the counter has his back to Eddie, but upon hearing Eddie’s boots squeak on the linoleum he turns and begins to recite sullenly, as if from a drilling manual; “Ahoy, are you ready to set off into an ocean of flavor with me as your capt-“

Steve snaps his mouth shut when he makes eye contact with Eddie. In comparison, Eddie’s mouth is gaping like a beached trout, and he doesn’t seem to have the capacity to shut it, because Steve, “tattoo boy who he had moaned and whined about to Argyle for literal hours” Steve, is standing right in front of him in tiny shorts and a sailor’s hat and is that lip gloss?

His face is on fire, smoke might be coming out of his ears, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the shorts. Apparently, the Scoops Ahoy motto was “Serve ice cream and invade Eddie Munson’s wet dreams for at least a month!” Eddie shifts his weight from foot to foot, his discomfort growing as the silence stretches longer. It had been days since they’d met, and Steve hadn’t called once. Wayne had gotten so sick of him asking if he had any messages that he’d threatened to tear the phone out of the wall.

“Well, hiya Stevie. How’d that ink turn out? Thought I might get to hear about it after you left, but I think my phone might be busted? That, or my uncle is lying to me about not getting any messages.” There. False bravado. The tried and true method of any queer man about to get rejected by an obscenely handsome ice cream salesman.

“I’m sorry,” Steve blurts. His hands twitch, as though he wanted to reach across the grimy counter but thought better of it at the last second. “I didn’t know how to call you and… so I didn’t.”

His face is ashen, full lips parted as he breathes. Eddie thinks he might never see a more beautiful thing in his life, but he takes a step back, a false grin stretching his lips into a practiced and careful expression.

“Hey, man, no big deal. I misread things. It happens! You were darling, and I am well-known for my sweet tooth.” He smiles a real smile this time and holds out his hand to shake. “No hard feelings as long as you can point me in the direction of the new record store?”

Steve stares at his ring-clad fingers for too long before he turns and starts to wrestle with the junky cash register on the counter. Something snaps as he yanks it open and fumbles for the receipt paper, tearing off a sheet and beginning to scribble furiously. Eddie is just thinking to himself that this guy must think he’s too stupid to remember one or two sentences of directions when the paper is shoved into his outstretched hand. Steve has scrawled his full name and number in thin, slanted handwriting.

A bubble of hope rises in Eddie’s chest as he stares at the piece of paper in his hand. This isn’t platonic with a capital P. Or at least if it is, the universe is mean and should reevaluate how it operates.

“This way you can call me, because I’m a total chickenshit and am definitely terrified of you,” Steve declares as he gnaws on his bottom lip. “Or if I fucked it up that’s whatever and I get it. The record store is like 15 stores down to the right.” He looks like a puppy someone had kicked and left out in the rain.

“When is your shift over? Or rather, when will you be home and sitting by the phone?” Eddie asks in a breathless rush.

Steve’s face brightens with a shy but triumphant smile. “I’m off at 7, home by 7:15!”

“7:30, loverboy. I need a ride.” The pane of frosted glass behind Steve slides open, revealing a pretty girl in a similar uniform to her coworker, although her outfit isn’t having quite the same effect on Eddie as Steve’s is. Grinning like a hyena, she pulls a whiteboard out from behind her and uncaps a marker, putting a single tally in a column labeled “You Rule” that has thus far remained empty. Steve tosses a waffle cone at her head, which she ducks, before sliding the panel shut once more.

“7:30 then. Got it. Expect my call, big boy,” Eddie bows theatrically. He steps backward, attempting a suave exit, and spins around before he can say anything else horrific and embarrassing like “Need a skipper for your next voyage?”

As he is hurrying out of the shop, he hears a crash and a shout of “Buckley, you are so dead!” Eddie grins and stares down at the phone number in his hand, trip to the record store completely forgotten. Steve Harrington had no idea what he was signing up for.

~~~

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Stranger things rewatch thoughts

I’ve recently decided to do a rewatch since I don’t remember anything that happens before the scoops ahoy shorts™️ and all of my memories are covered in a thick layer of rainbows and unicorns thanks to Tumblr. I don’t know if anyone will be interested but I wrote down my thoughts while watching 😂 this is season 1:

Where is Steve? I miss Steve

EW STEVE GO AWAY EW

Honestly Mrs Wheeler isn’t half as bad as I remembered

Joyce best character ever I don’t make the rules

Mike your crush on will is showing, embarrassiiiing

Jonance looking cuuuute

But also Nancy this boi took pics of u naked how are u so chill about it

I’m remembering why I love hopper so much

YES SLASH THAT FAKE WILL

Nancy being scandalized by Jonathan taking a gun is cracking me up

Not Nancy crawling into a creepy ass portal in a tree like wtf dude who do you think you are? Alice in wonderland?

Steve I really hate your current friends, when are you going to ditch them and become fruity for our resident fav metalhead weirdo?

Me pulling out google translate to understand what the Russian are saying: am I Robin Buckley?

Wait a fucking minute, the Party’s bullies were just chilling in the woods, causally brought a knife with them and stumbled upon Mike and Dustin?? How in hell-

I swear to god I have no clue how Carol kept dating Tommy after he almost kissed Steve in front of her

I’m sorry Harrington but that ASS going up the ladder, wow

Hopper best dad ever 🥺

Will telling Mike he’s the one keeping them together meanwhile Dustin is literally the reason why they stayed together

Steve wanting to apologize is so cute, my poor heart

NANCY PUT THE GUN DOWN OMG

I’m sorry but there’s just no way Jonathan knew the lights were actually Joyce in the upside down, I call bs

Okay HOW DID BRENNER SURVIVE THAT??

I did not remember the Wheelers going to pick mike up at the school, what did they tell them? Did they give an explanation at all? Lmao

I cannot wait to see season 2 I need some answers

There are Christmas lights and the season ends with snow and Christmas, stranger things is a Christmas tv show #confirmed

Did Will just throw up Dustin’s future pet?

Here my thoughts on season 2!!

[hxlyhoax]

Labyrinth

Steve Harrington x Reader

Pre - Season 3

warning(s): short mention of stancy , reader having some balls and asking Steve out on a date <33 , I think that’s it ? If I need to add more let me know!

@m-rae23

━━━━━ © hxlyhoax 2022 do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work. I do not own the rights to Stranger Things or any of the canon characters mentioned.

He sighed, staring into space. For so long he believed he was in love with Nancy Wheeler, thought he’d never be able to get over her. Well, he was wrong, so totally wrong.

He had been majorly failing at getting dates, It was no secret he had lost his “King Steve” touch. He hated it. But, then you walked into the small ice cream parlor. He straightened up upon seeing you, eyes going wide. ‘You were new’ he thought to himself, not remembering the endless classes you both shared over the years.

“Steve?” you questioned, head tilted to the side. “Uh—”

“Y/n.” you chuckled, shaking your head, not noticing the small smile that appeared on his face. “Right, Y/n.” he pointed at you, then to himself, “Steve.”

“I know.” you giggled, staring at him, sharing the smile he wore. “Right… I’m sorry… What would you li—”

“Uh-Uh, give them the speech, Harrington.” Robin interpreted from the back room, standing behind the now open window. “Robin, please.” he muttered, “What speech ?” you smiled, placing your hands on the counter, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, blushing and looking down in embarrassment. Why was he like this with you? He couldn’t tell, but he knew for sure he didn’t want to give his usual saying when girls walked in.

“Awe, come on, Harrington.” you pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes. “I promise I won’t laugh.” you smiled, reaching your hand out for his. “Unless, it’s that embarrassing for you. Then, we can drop it.”

He slowly looked up at you, eyes holding something you couldn’t quite point out. “It wouldn’t work out, I saw you come in.”

“Would you like me to walk in again?” you chuckled,

“You’re not letting this go are you?”

You just simply shrugged, slowly walking backwards, doing the shoulder shake he was know for. “I like them.” Robin whispered, looking at Steve, who only stared at her blankly.

You walked up to the counter again, tapping your fingers gently, while the boy in the sailor hat turned around, blushing, “Ahoy There! Didn’t see you there! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be captain. Steve Harrington.” he coughed, looking around after he finished.

“That was cute.”

“You think so?” Steve asked, eyes brightening up, smiling widely. “Yeah.” you smiled, “And i’d take (your favorite flavor, lmao)”

Steve smiled, grabbing a cone then scooping the flavor of ice cream you chose, handing it to you soon after. “It’s on me.” he shook his head as you reached for your money.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” he smiled, nodding, staring in your eyes, watching as squinted, tilting your head to the side. “Fine, but only one condition.”

The boy in front of you raised an eyebrow, “What’s this condition?” he questioned, barely noticing the group of kids walking in.

“We go on a date.”

Max’s mouth dropped, Lucas froze, Mike held a look of what could only be taken as astonishment, Will just kind of stood there not understanding the others reactions. 

“Oh- Uhm, Yeah. I’d love that.” Steve nodded, almost too fast. “When?”

“When do you get off?”

“Right now” Robin answered, jumping through the window. “N—”

“Right. Now.” Robin gave the older boy a look, making him nod again, looking back to you. “Right now.” he smiled, “Heard The Goonies was good” he bit his lip, looking behind you at the kids, then back to you. “So did I.” you chuckled, “I need to change” he pointed to back, “Give me five.”

“Take your time.” you chuckled, sitting down at one of the booths, barely over hearing Lucas mutter, “Dustin isn’t going to believe this.”

[ornii]

In case your requests r open, could I ask for a Robin & platonic male reader insert? Like Robin maybe acting as a big sister figure to reader who is coming to terms with being gay and its all comfy and cute . No pressure though!!

Robin being my second favorite character (#1 goes to Steve “The Hair” Harrington of course) I’d love to do this one. Sorry if it’s too short!

Like They Do in Movies

Robin Buckley X Platonic Male Reader

Summary: Robin offers some, questionable, advice to the reader after discovering their sexual orientation.

I guess I have to put this warning:

Stranger things takes place in the 80s, a time where being Gay or Lesbian was something to be hidden and kept secret due to the underlying consequences of said lifestyle, so there will be acts of said prejudice in this story, so if you find that uncomfortable I recommend not reading, thank you.

Robin Buckely, she was the last person you’d think would give you relationship advice. You’ve seen her talk to boys in the past, especially working at Scoops Ahoy last year but she always seems so disinterested in conversations with them. Until a man by the name Steve Harrington came into her life. After that, she seemed to really blossom as a person, instead of being so sarcastic and dismissive, she bloomed into this inquisitive and adorable band nerd. After Star Court came to a burning conclusion, she and Steve found a job at the local movie rental, and thus lead to how you came across her.

One day you were returning a VHS of “Sixteen candles” you rented because a girl wanted to see it so badly for a “Date.” It was morso just her complaining and you feeling this awkward disconnect from her. Regardless, the date was a disaster and you returned the movie, you two began small banter about movies and nerd stuff, being fellow band members had its perks. After the topic switched to school, you went to a small Spiel about this certain someone at school, Robin seemed less intrigued about other peoples love lives, until you let it slip that they were on the Boys swim team. That small tidbit of information lead Robin to the same conclusion. It was dead awkward silence for a few moments. Well, it seems you two have more in common than you think. You both were in Band, total nerds, and Did not find much attraction to the opposite gender.

Your mind begins to wonder with the possible consequences about your slip up, but Robin just smiled. The first thing that she did was immediately critique your choice of guy for being “Too Much of a Water head, you know like a meat head but more aquatic and wet.” A Joke to ease the tension, wonder where she learned that from. She was so reassuring, so caring and understanding. She accepted you for you, since she knows how it feels. Robin offered to help you understand just how; off you felt. so you made stops to the movie rental even when you didn’t even feel like watching anything. One day you enter the Rental spot and see her typing up some name. Scooting over you lean on the counter.

“So.. how’s it going?” You say, smirking.

“Boring, mostly..” she says and her eyes trail over to meet your smile. “Tell me Yours has had at least sold entertainment.” She stops typing and turns to face you and you tap on the counter.

“Okay, so…about the Guy.” You begin, building up the courage to blurt it out.

“I wanna ask him out, but… I think he might be—“ you begin and Robin leans in, gleaming.

“That’s great, I mean he might not be, into you but that’s okay! There’s like statistically 8 billion people in the world, you’ll find someone who loves cheesy movies and an absurd amount of cheese on your burger like you do.” Robin says.

“.. I meant that he might not see it as a date, he’s a little, Dense.” You admit, Robin shakes her head and puts her hands on yours.

“Trust me, Ive Met some, pretty dense guys, but deep down they’re good at heart.” She says, “As cheesy as that sounds it’s true.” She adds, he nods but can’t really form a smile.

“I know.. personality not looks but, what if I, what if I tell him and he.. calls me a Homo or a—“his worry shows and Robin just looks so sorry for him. The confusion and fear all swirled up and bottled into one person. She gripped his hands harder and she spoke a bit more softly.

“Hey. Don’t think Like that.” She says, his eyes lock up with hers and she keeps a soft glare. “If they treat you like that, they weren’t all the heartbreak you’re going through right now, okay?” Robin says, she pulls him in for a hug and he felt the genuine comfort and love he deserves. And for a moment he felt, wanted.

Until suddenly someone bursts in from the back, Steve.

“Hey Robin do We have a VHS of The Goonies—“ he says before stopping dead in his tracks seeing Them. The two separate and try to play it off.

“Yeah It’s in the back room, third shelf.” She says, Steve awkwardly nods and heads off. (Y/n) turns to Robin.

“Shit. Sorry..” He said, Robin shrugs it off.

“It’s okay, he knows.”

“He knows? Steve Harrington knows?” He says taken aback.

“Remember what I said? Dense.” She says, (Y/n) realizes and nods.

“Ooooooh… Yeah… Dense.” He says, Robin gives a soft pat on the back, and nods, ready to take the chance, maybe they’d fall it in love… Just like they do in movies.”

Apologies if it’s a bit short, I hope I did Robin some Justice as a fantastic representative for those struggling with being who they are. Thanks.