#( && the spicy six )

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

So, Steve’s been talking to Robin about how he feels about Eddie while Eddie's been talking to Robin about how he feels about Steve. Meanwhile, Robin's been talking to both Steve and Eddie about how she feels about Vicki. Meanwhile, Vicki's been talking to both Eddie and Nancy about how she feels about Robin. And NONE of these idiots are talking to their person of interest about how they feel. Meanwhile, Jonathan is talking to Argyle about how he feels about Nancy, and Arygle is talking to Steve’s cat about pineapple pizza. Okay, so Jonathan and Argyle are high again.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Steve living with his three boyfriends, platonic soulmate, and ex girlfriend in a house together

[biboomerangboi]

Eddie and Argyle trying to get the full story of the Upside Down after everything cools down and pulling the teens into a room and it just devolves into them both pulling out notepads and asking questions about all the cryptids they thought were real over the years. Like it’s just:

“Are aliens real?”

“What about Bigfoot? Nancy Wheeler have you shot Bigfoot?”

“Jonathan man I can’t believe you broke up with a girl that shot Bigfoot!”

[uglygirlprettyboy]

og party poll

after both polls are over the top people will face off btw unless i make a third one

[fairysteve]

steve & robin were already both the "you need to remind me what time it is or it'll be 5am and i forgot about sleep" person but then eddie is added to the mix, and nancy as the only "i go to bed the same time every night" person still living in hawkins is going insane

and she just knows that argyle is corrupting jonathan's sleep schedule, so it's just as well that they're in california

[dynamic-power]

You can't tell me Eddie doesn't put his friends in his campaigns. So I present to you: the spicy six, as built by Eddie Munson.

Starting off strong, there's Argy, a halfling druid. He's unnaturally lucky, optimistic even in the worst of situations, and always has something in his pipe. He's also got this habit of talking with trees. Not just to them, with them. While plenty of druids use their wild shape to fight, Argy prefers to use his for recon and general sneaky shenanigans. His favorite shapes are a newt, a hummingbird, and a fat house cat that often finds a home across Jord's shoulders.

Jord is the darkness that is never far from Argy's light. This Dwarf Cleric follows a god of fire and courage. He's a bit of a grump but has a soft spot for the always-happy Argy. He's never seen without his great axe, and the weapon isn't just for show; Jord has taken down foes many times his size with it. He's also adept with magic. On one particularly memorable occasion, Jord summoned a flaming wall so intense that it trapped a dragon. Jord was also the one to sever its head from its body. The party has not underestimated him since.

Neera is a red dragonborn fighter. Her bark is just as bad as her bite, and her firey breath is even worse than both of those. While she prefers to fight from a distance, wielding her longbow with deadly precision, she has a way with people and is good at getting close to them and talking them into handing over information. It helps that those who don't will find themselves speared through with one of her poison dipped arrows.

Moon's Son is a tabaxi Bard who the party often lovingly refers to as The Stray. He spotted the five of them during the forementioned fight with a dragon and was so fascinated that he began to follow them around, writing songs and telling stories about them. Eventually, he was a vital part of the party. He's particularly useful in battle, charming and confusing their foes with his words and his lute. Over time, he even manages to charm Sten.

Sparrow is a tiefling rogue. Though she's a bit of a bumbling, rambling, and sarcastic addition to the party in the light of day, once she's hidden in the shadows of night, she becomes an asset in some of the trickiest situations. She has a knack for puzzles and traps and has saved their hides on more than one occasion. She doesn't like to fight, but she doesn't have to very often as she never strays far from Neera or Sten.

Sten is their protector. This half-elf Barbarian was once a cruel king but was overthrown and has since spent his time traveling and defending those in need. He fights with a magic-imbued, spiked club and will stand between anything and his friends, no matter his odds. He's much more approachable outside of battle and finds it fairly easy to make friends with people they meet in passing. He has a particular fondness for Sparrow. The one time she ever fell unconscious during battle, Sten proceeded to go into a blinding rage and ended the entire battle in twelve seconds flat.

The teens laugh at him when he presents The Six to them. They make fun of their names, their classes, the goofy voices Eddie gives them all. But the teens also claim they are their favorite NPCs, often keeping The Six updated even when they aren't traveling together, and they get especially excited when they run into them in the campaign.

In the end, during the last great battle, Eddie talks his older friends into playing. Despite seeing each other on a regular basis, the teens go batshit crazy when they realize they get to play with "the real life Six."

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Finally getting around to The Magnus Archives podcast, and so if course my brain said yes but make it the Spicy Six.

They break into the ruins of the old lab and find a bunch of documents. Reports of psychic kids, inhumane experiments, odd occurrences, and hundreds of taped phone-tap conversations.

Nancy decides to sort through it all. It needs to be organized and cataloged. Who in their right mind left it all like this?? Strewn about the lab, loose papers scattered everywhere along with rolls and rolls of unprocessed film and tapes.

Robin suggests reading the reports out loud and recording the important bits while Jonathan takes pictures as safety precautions if anything gets wet or lost.

The stories aren't straight forward, and Nancy thinks a lot of them sound like nonsense. Nothing of legitimate concern about the Upside Down. But maybe some of it's worth looking into, just in case.

Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle stay at the lab to organize while Eddie, Steve, and Robin run field ops and research. Nancy's not sure how well of a job they're actually doing- or if they're even on her side at all. Since they've started this project, somethings been off. Everyone's acting a bit weird.

One way or another, she'll get to the bottom of this.

(I have JUST started the podcast and I am begging pleading crying for you to not spoil anything for me! I just started meeting the coworkers and I'm really excited. )

[heartthingsstuff]

Nancy: Jonathan is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?

Argyle: Punch them in the stomach. Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them.

Robin : Tackle them!

Eddie : Dump them.

Steve : Kick them in the shin!

Jonathan : No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve: I don't know how I'm going to pay my rent. *unbuttons shirt*

Eddie: Oh, I think there's a way. *unzips pants.*

The rest of the spicy six playing monopoly:

I mean, except Argyle:

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Metal: Eddie

Goth: Jonathan and Robin

Punk: Steve

Alt: Nancy and Argyle

[shares-a-vest]

Platonic Stobin Month, Day 24: Babysitting

Prompt List

“What are you doing?”

Steve jumps at the question, flying off his chair at the front desk and inadvertently sending it back into Robin’s stomach.

“Nothing!” he exclaims, panicked as he gathers up the crumpled paper he has been hunched over all morning.

Robin narrows her eyes as Steve avoids looking directly at her. She places her hands on her hips in an attempt to assert any kind of persuasion.

“What is it?”

“Just my planner,” he shrugs, pouting.

He readjusts his seat and resumes his spot.

“You have a planner?” she asks, dumbfounded as she steps towards him and cranes her neck over his shoulder.

This time, Steve doesn’t hide, allowing Robin a full view of his ‘planner’.

And ‘planner’ is a very loose word for it. It’s basically just a single sheet of lined paper, torn from a notebook, filled with Steve’s crinkled handwriting at all different angles. Half of a table is shakily drawn up, with names crossed out and arrows pointing every which way and a pathetic little lopsided love heart next to his unfortunate date for the week, Cynthia.

“Wait,” Robin says, pausing momentarily to pinch her nose because god, Steve is such a dork. “You are making a schedule for all your babysitting crap?”

Steve spins around on the chair, exasperated.

“What am I supposed to do?” he huffs. “Henderson’s mom is on some trip with her sister so I’m basically looking after him all week. Lucas needs more practice before the Tigers pick their lineup for the semester. Plus the boys need me to drive them to their Dragon Game Night every other day now that they are in whatever that club is called. And - ”

Robin holds out her hands, cutting them through the air to silence her rambling and panicked best friend.

“New plan,” she begins, nodding with encouragement as Steve finally takes a breath. “You write down everything you have to do this week. I’ll work out the schedule.”

She scrambles for a Family Video-branded notepad, rips a slip of paper clean and hands it to Steve.

It turns out, Steve’s babysitting duties didn’t just stop at car rides, the occasional ice cream run and (hopefully) rare child-endangerment shenanigans. It was an elaborate ecosystem of never-ending arrangements with seven other people, plus whatever time Steve had left for himself.

Oh, and Robin, of course. She couldn’t forget herself amongst all this (which this week meant car rides to work, school and a shopping trip before Steve’s date with Cynthia… he needs backup, okay?). Anyway despite taking full advantage of having a friend with a car, Robin actually wanted to spend time with her platonic soulmate instead of eighth-wheeling it with a bunch of dweebs.

It takes until closing and dividing each task onto separate slips of paper to shuffle around, but Robin manages to help Steve turn his hectic babysitting schedule into a fine art.

A fine art that is thrown into utter chaos when anybody else chimes in (apocalyptic situations not counting because quite frankly, they shouldn't). Anybody else being Nancy and later Jonathan, Argyle and Eddie.

Nancy never helps with babysitting. In fact, she outright refuses. Even if DND is in the Wheeler’s basement, or she has no choice but to drive Mike, she only ever argues with her younger brother which creates a chain reaction of bickering and in-fighting.

Argyle and Jonathan of course extend their California chill to everything, which just means allowing the kids to walk all over them and throw The Schedule out the window (once Max literally threw Robin’s colour-coded carpool timetable out the Beemer’s back window all because Argyle chimed in with a, “Don’t worry about that thing, man!” on their way to the movies).

And Eddie… Well, Mr Eddie Munson causes endless problems because he somehow possesses Nancy's stubbornness, Argyle and Jonathan’s laissez-faire attitudes, Robin’s own tendency for distraction as well as Steve’s sole interest in romantic attention. All of which combined into a single devilish being who brings untold carnage.

“Like a well-oiled machine,” Robin coos before downing the last of her beer and crushing the can in her hand, triumphant over the scene before her.

She watches as the kids mingle around the Harringtons' pool, enjoying a warm summer afternoon while she helps Steve at the barbeque.

Although she’s unaware that Eddie is creeping up behind the two of them with Nancy in tow, both mildly high courtesy of Argyle and Jonathan (who are late with the other burger supplies from the kitchen) and ready to throw a fully-clothed Steve into the pool...

[stevesaxetogrind]

The Spicy Six as a D&D Party

(as per my previous post)

[judasofsuburbia]

a snippet of the spicy six zombie apocalypse au i'm working on<3 warnings for mild sexual content.

The first thing Jonathan Byers noticed about Argyle is the saucers of brown he calls his eyes. Those eyes were framed by a kind smile on Jonathan’s first day of senior year in California when they met in woodshop class and Argyle simply said, “You look so mellowed out, man.”

Jonathan huffed a small laugh. “Well, it’s my first day here and you’re the first person to talk to me.”

Argyle’s smile never faded. “It’s an honor, then. Name’s Argyle. What can I call you, dude?”

That interaction seemed like it was decades ago. That same man with his big, chocolate eyes now kisses his forehead and picks flowers on their walks to tuck into his hair. That same man shoots Lurkers in the head and doesn’t wince anymore. That same man hasn’t smoked weed in probably a year and has let go of the dream of raiding some old stoner’s house. That same man is Jonathan’s boyfriend and the world is ending. 

Jonathan’s seen Argyle at his absolute worst over the two years. He’s seen him closed off and disturbingly quiet. He’s seen him rip body hair off his arms and legs when he’s stressed out. He’s seen him violent and angry (not toward any of them but towards the world). Smashing old beer bottles and screaming at the sky. 

Jonathan’s also seen him at his best. Or at least, what his best can be when the circumstances are this goddamn bleak. He’s seen him make the kids laugh even as he’s patching really bad wounds. He’s seen him shiny and smiley after getting to bathe in a lake for the first time in weeks. He’s seen him get excited over stupid novelty t-shirts they find and the absolute bliss on his face if they come across snacks that used to be his go-to munchies. 

The thing about the world ending and having a boyfriend is that alone time is practically nonexistent. Their hoard of thirteen sticks together as much as they possibly can. Sometimes, it’s safer to split up so they can hide better. But it’s never just Jonathan and Argyle. Just like it’s never just Steve and Eddie. Never just Nancy and Robin. Never just…sigh, the teenagers who have now paired up as well. Maybe that last one is for the better. 

Sometimes, though, on extremely rare occasions, if the location is really safe and the other adults are content with keeping watch, they let the others scamper off. Usually, just one couple, and sometimes, they argue over who can until the teens groan at them to shut the fuck up. It’s far from a perfect system.

So they absolutely do not take it for granted when Jonathan and Argyle are the chosen ones for the evening.

They’re like magnets the second they’re away from the group, either in the woods or behind a closed door of the building they’re squatting in. Chapped kisses and teasing tongues and labored breaths and wandering hands and dirty words and quick releases. Once they’re sated (or the bare minimum of being sated), those turn into sweet nothings and gentle caresses and warm nuzzles and brushing out each other’s hair and talking about life before. Jonathan loves this man more than he thought he could ever love someone. He’s lucky that Argyle loves him right back. 

He’s so lucky, in fact, that one night, when they settled in an old high school, clinging to each other with their hands shoved down each other’s pants, they got interrupted by a timid Steve knocking on the door and neither of them hesitated to put themselves away and open it. Jonathan’s lucky because their interruption was not a Lurker, but it was Steve and Will (gratefully down the hall, far enough away from the noises). Will had a night terror and needed his big brother. Steve apologized quietly so that Will couldn’t hear him and said over and over that he tried to console him, that Eddie tried to console him, but he was too far gone. Jonathan gave Argyle a sympathetic look and Argyle kissed him sweetly, telling him to go be with Will. Will was shaking and obviously embarrassed to have interrupted but Jonathan hushed him and listened to the dark, horrible things his little brother’s subconscious came up with. Held him close to his chest through the night and made sure that nothing in the world could hurt him. 

Argyle was never mad about that night or any time after that their time together got cut short. He loves Will like he was his own brother and Jonathan is so, so grateful. 

However, Jonathan is starting to get a little restless. 

He is a hot-blooded adult man after all. 

He has many needs that have fallen to the wayside since zombies took over the world but damn if sex isn’t one of the hardest ones to let go of. Especially when his sex partner is looking all rugged and filthy from traveling and fighting all day. He just wants to help…is all. 

[n0connections]

I'll be there for you [pt 3]

Favorite group of friends as voted by my followers: The Spicy Six!

Part 1 Part 2

Part three of Stranger Things as Friends is here. I had so much fun putting these three videos together.

You can check out all three versions on my Ao3 post here

[espressopatronum454]

this song gives me such steve harrington vibes.

steddie or not, he’s just happy to finally have a group of people that supports him.

he loves the kids, yeah, but they can’t be there in the same way the spicy six can.

from him, eddie, and nancy bonding about bad parents/dad (not enough people talk about how ted is not a good father and the toll that must’ve taken on nancy and mike.), him and robin going through the starcourt experience and her coming out, to bonding w any of them over first upside down experiences, he truly now has a group of people that get him.

they love him and have chosen, time and time again, to stay with him, to stick by his side, through the ups and downs.

i love him with eddie, and i love some sort of poly spicy six situation (obviously keeping in mind their sexualities), and he would too, i feel like he would prioritize their friendships over all else.

i could probably talk more about this, so just lemme know if i should continue this?