#WEEK FOUR

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember.

Pledge

Week #4 Prompt: Loud and Breeding Kink | Word Count: 1841 | Rating: E | POV: Steve | CW: Recreational Weed Use | Tags: AU, Established Relationship, Frat Steve, Shotgunning, Anal Sex, Light Breeding Kink, Role Playing

They rock together in a soft, slow grind. 

There's no rush. No hurry. Nothing but each other. Nobody's chasing anything, as they share breath, lips brushing. It's intense. But, it always is. Tonight, Eddie's eyes are so close to his, looking right into him. Knowing him more than anyone else ever has before.

Steve feels stripped naked, even as he's, well, stripped naked.

Closer. He needs to be closer, so Steve tightens his legs around Eddie's hips, scooting upwards, until his dick is rubbing against Eddie's stomach. It feels good, everything feels so fucking good right now that he closes his eyes, and tilts his head back. 

Eddie chases after him, lips brushing against his throat as he brings his hips up and down, sliding deeper into Steve in a slow, enticing slide.

Steve lets out a moan that sounds loud, even to his own ears. Shit.

He's supposed to be quiet. He promised he would be. Could be.

But that was before Eddie's body was all over his own. Before Eddie had slid right inside him, like that's where he was always meant to be.

The frat party is still raging below, but the odds of anyone hearing them over the music and other chaos is slim.

But there's no reason to risk it.

The lock on the door is iffy at best, and Steve scooted his dresser in front of the closed door, but if it fails, that won't buy them a whole lot of time.

Even knowing all that, Steve still can't help it, can't contain himself, as he lets out a groan that he can feel deep in his chest.

"Sssh," Eddie says, and Steve's trying. He's been trying. He really has. All night. But it's been so long since they've been able to do this. Too many people around, too many obligations that Steve can't ever manage to sneak away from. 

It's always torture to see Eddie across a room, but being unable to just have him all to himself. 

Tonight though, tonight is Steve's.

And when Eddie nails his prostate dead-on with precision, Steve keens.

"Harrington," Eddie warns.

Steve covers his own mouth with both hands, clamping down, squeezing his fingers into his cheeks, but he still arches his back higher. Wanting more. And as he gains more clearance between his ass and the sheets, Eddie grins at the opportunity he's been given. He reaches underneath Steve, and slaps him on the ass, making Steve giggle from beneath his sweaty palms.

"I can keep you quiet," Eddie assures, and leans forward, picking up the lighter and the half-smoked joint from the ashtray. He lights it, takes another hit, holding the smoke in as he reaches down, prying Steve's hands off his face. Then he closes his mouth over Steve's, letting the smoke waft from his mouth into Steve's.

Finally Eddie pulls back, intently watching as Steve holds it in for as long as he can, before exhaling it out through his nose.

"Goddamn," Eddie says, putting the ashtray back down so he can grip Steve's hips. "You know what that does to me."

Of course Steve knows what works on Eddie, and he grins, pleased with himself.

Eddie leans forward, asking in a hushed whisper, "You're just asking for it tonight, aren't you?"

And he is. 

He is, he is, he is.

And this change in angle is goddamn perfect, forcing out a long, desperate whine.

"Steven Harrington," Eddie admonishes, "what am I gonna do with you?"

"Fuck me. Come in me," Steve answers, as if that were the question Eddie was posing. 

Eddie laughs, "Like I already said, you are just asking for it tonight, aren't you?"

"Yes. I am. Because I need it."

"Where do you need it?" Eddie asks, and Steve knows he's playing with him, because he knows him better than anyone else on earth.

"In me, in me," Steve whines, fisting the sheets under him, begging for it. Begging for anything Eddie wants to give him. 

And he hopes Eddie will give him everything he can.

"What do you want in you?" Eddie asks, lips brushing against his ear, his voice low.

"You," Steve says, "your cock, your come."

"You want me to breed you?"

Steve's dick jumps, more precum helping to slick the way as the head of his cock rubs against the coarse hair on his belly. On Eddie's. Trapped between both of them.

"Oh, you like that idea," Eddie says, and fuck yes he does. 

Eddie keeps talking, "I'll keep doing it until it takes. Until we can show everybody you're mine."

Steve nods, "I'm yours. I want to be yours."

But then Eddie leans back, sliding out of him, and that's the exact opposite of what Steve wanted. 

He doesn't have time to complain about it, as Eddie manhandles him over onto his knees, and Steve feels his head jerk back a little as Eddie uses a hand to smooth back Steve's sweaty, damp hair off of his forehead, before he's cinching a baseball cap down onto Steve's head, backwards. The plastic snap adjuster strip is digging into Steve's forehead as Eddie pulls it down, tight.

Steve wants to collapse, wants to grind down into the sheets that he knows he's dripping all over. But there's no time for that. Eddie doesn't allow it before he's back inside Steve. Fucking him hard now. For real. Chasing his orgasm so he can come right in Steve.

Giving Steve what he wants.

Now, Steve's just along for the ride, and he's a-okay with that. Most definitely. He feels like he's been balancing on the knife's edge forever, and he thinks he could probably come untouched, just like this, Eddie fucking him so goddamn good.

He's always down to get fucked, and hard, by Eddie. Because he's learned there's nothing better. Nothing more satisfying, or grounding.

It's so easy to get lost in the feeling of it, so easy to nearly float away with the pleasure, but Steve hears Eddie's tell-tale groan, hips snapping one more time as he comes inside Steve, saying, "There. Take what you wanted from me."

And maybe he should be embarrassed, but that's when Steve comes all over the bed below.

There's no time to even breathe around that though, because Eddie immediately pulls out, and then replaces his cock with his fingers. Shoving them deep into Steve, "Yeah. I'll keep it all in you. Don't worry."

Steve nods, he never worries when he's with Eddie. Especially not right now, while Eddie's acting as a makeshift plug as best he can, keeping his come inside Steve.

And they stay that way for a while, Steve on his knees, Eddie leaning over his back, fingers buried deep, until Steve starts to feel it. His heartbeat is throbbing in his ass, clinched around Eddie's fingers, and he finally says, "Okay. I'm calling it."

Eddie's fingers slide free, and Steve feels open, and kind of hollow, but he knows all good things must come to an end. At least temporarily.

He feels the bed shake as Eddie climbs off of it, feet padding towards the door.

"Did you really have to move the dresser?" Eddie asks, trying to pick it up to get it away from the door, but his hands keep slipping, and he's making no progress.

"Just scoot it," Steve suggests.

"And scratch the hardwood floor? No fucking thanks," Eddie complains, still trying to pick it up, unsuccessfully with his slick hands.

"You're the one that wanted to play frat boy and the big, bad drug dealer tonight. So, I just added to the reality," Steve answers.

Eddie is the one that wanted to go back in time, back to how they met. Back to how they fell in love, before they grew up.

Now, Eddie is waving his hands towards the floor, dramatically.

"Emptying all the dresser drawers seems a little unnecessary," Eddie adds.

"Do you not recall what a frat house bedroom actually looked like?" Steve questions, eyebrow quirked as he watches Eddie try to figure out what his next move is.

"Well, the dresser and the clothes are definitely adding to the reality of me not being able to exit our bedroom to get to the bathroom," Eddie snarks back, trying to grip the back and side of the wooden dresser with both hands. "And now it's got come and lube fingerprints all over it."

"That's what Pledge is for," Steve banters, tucking his hands behind his head, backwards cap still on his head, so he can watch the rest of this show. It's his favorite one. Has been for years now. Eddie working himself into a lather, getting revved up, for no real reason.

All that big personality shining through.

"Pledge or pledges?" Eddie asks, and Steve laughs. There aren't any pledges in their house, they are both long past college age, even if they don't always feel that way. But there is some furniture polish under the sink. At least, he assumes there is, it's not like he's used it recently.

"Pledge. With a capital P."

Then, to Steve's horror, Eddie bends down and grabs a shirt, Steve's shirt, from the floor and wipes his hands.

"Hey! That was still clean!" Steve hollers, but knows he had that coming. Big time.

"Well, it was on the floor," Eddie banters back, arms waving, before finally getting the dresser picked up, and away from the door. 

Steve watches him go, bare ass illuminated by the nightlight in the hallway of their house. Their perfect house that they've made into their home.

It doesn't take long before Eddie's back, warm washcloth in hand, and Steve is stunned when it hits him square in the chest with a wet splat.

"Uh, rude!" Steve snaps, picking it up, pinched between two fingers.

"Oh, was the frat house fantasy already over?" Eddie goads, and then places a knee on the bed, leaning over Steve, pressing his lips to Steve's, and taking the washcloth from his hand. "Let me take care of you then, princess."

"Well, I'd say. That's more like it," Steve says in his best haughty voice, but rolls over onto his belly, avoiding the wet spot they'll still have to deal with before bed. 

Then Steve giggles.

"You're stoned, aren't you?" Eddie asks, but doesn't wait for an answer, "Goddamn, Harrington, you're such a lightweight these days."

"I have to work on Monday," Steve answers. "I have to teach children, Eddie." Because he does. He can't be stoned for that, legal weed or not.

Eddie presses his cheek to Steve's back, "You'll be fine by Monday, sweetheart. Nobody will ever know what Mr. Harrington does in his free time."

"You think?" Steve asks.

"I do," Eddie answers, gently removing Steve's hat, and Steve buries his face into his pillow, smiling as Eddie brushes Steve's damp hair off the back of his neck, saying "But until then, I'll take care of you."

And Eddie, his husband, his love, his damn whole world, does just that.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddiesmuttyseptember to follow along with the filth! 💦

[every-character-ever-poll]

PETER GRIFFIN - Family Guy

[ineffablyruined]

Thank you to everyone who continues to participate! I'm having so much fun seeing what you all come up with, and we're getting some amazing fic, poetry, art, and even LEGOs. This is so much fun.

Prompt for Week Four:

Closed Door.

What's behind a literal closed door? Did someone close off a part of their life? Lose an opportunity? Close off a part of their past to begin something new? I don't know - but I hope you do!

The Rules Are Simple:

Every Friday until the Season 3 premiere, I'll post a prompt.

You will have a week to write, draw, paper craft, record, completely scrap and start from the beginning after a crisis of confidence (oh, is that just me?), and post your interpretation of the prompt.

Tag your post #IneffablePromptAThon, #IneffablePAT #Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon, and/or #IPAT. Make sure to use them on Tumblr, X, IG, and AO3 so everyone can easily find your works!

Also tag your posts and AO3 with the Week Number and the Prompt, so we can all tell which prompt your creation accompanies.

Tag me @ineffablyruined in all of your posts, too, so I can reblog!

Add your contribution to the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon collection on AO3 for this week. Link is below!

Look for the next prompt. Rinse. Repeat.

HAVE FUN!

This is meant to be zero stress. If you can't do a week, that's completely fine! Prompt not working for you? Skip it. Going to be late? No worries at all!

It is just meant to be a fun outlet to get your creative juices flowing and keep the fandom well-fed with copious amounts of fic and fun until our Ineffable Duo makes their return to our screens (whenever that may be).

There is no length requirement, no rating requirement, no timeline requirement. It can be canon-compliant, AU, crossover, whatever tickles your fancy, as long as it's Good Omens related and incorporates the prompt. It's all Tickety-Boo!

If you want to be tagged in the posts, let me know and I'll do my best to accommodate.

Link to this week's collection:

Tags under the cut:

@naturallyteal @bumblee27 @czitara @martinsharmony @ineffable-xenanigans @dierama-mojo @lickthecowhappy @ineffably-queer-book-lover

[louisrarepairfest]

LOUIS RARE PAIR FEST 2024

- Week Four Roundup -

🫐 It’s a Craving Not a Crush by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

[E, 9k, Louis/Liam, fic post]

All around him, his coworkers have started pulling out their chosen lunches. And Liam does the same, reaching down to the backpack at his feet and pulling out the Tupperware of leftover spaghetti he’d packed this morning. When he sets it on the table he notices a little neon pink post it note on the lid that he didn’t remember being there before. Written on the note in messy scrawl it says: Have a wonderful day husband! Can’t wait to suck you off when you get home!! XOXO -Lou. Liam feels his face go bright red again as he hastily rips off the note and crumples it in his fist. He glances around the table, but thankfully no one seems to be paying him any attention. They’re all wrapped up in their own food items or listening to whatever their boss is talking about. (Or the one where Liam and Louis are best bros who end up getting married so that Liam has the insurance he needs to go to rehab. Now that he’s sober, they can get divorced. But do they want to?)

🫐 I want yesterdays love by edensrose / @holdingthornsandroses

[M, 4k, Louis/Dev Patel, fic post]

“We’re going on holiday before the term starts again,” Oli announces in their kitchen the day after the art opening. Louis looks up from his cereal bowl. “Who is we?” “I’ve rented us a cottage near the beach. Me, you, Calvin, Rick, and Dev.” Louis makes a noncommittal noise but can’t deny his heartbeat racing at the mention of Dev.

[the-babygirl-polls]

Harold Finch - Person of Interest

Propaganda:

guilt ridden man. so much guilt. also, very sad man. created a machine that can predict murders and save the future victims with his team. hacker extraordinaire. very secretive ("it's not paranoia if they're really out to get you"). slowly opens up and it's so heartwarming to watch. has a sweet heart (the scenes with his wife are the sweetest things 🥺 he's so love with her). suffer a lot from chronic pain.

[ask-the-bone-boys]

What'cha doing with that US-062[etc] tab there?

"I'M SORRY, BUT I'M AFRAID I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE--"

"Y-YOU'RE-- A-AHEM!-- RRE.. REFERRING, T---"

[HARSHER COUGHING]

"UGH, I-- [COUGH] -I HHAVE TO, GO, JUST-- DON'T-- [COUGH] --DON'T CONCERN YYOURSELF, WITH-- W-ITH-- [COUGH] -A-ANY OF. THAT."

[sarahsmi13s]

She-Hulk: Naval Aviator

she-hulk but phoenix

i'm six foot seven and bright green. people are gonna stare no matter how i dress!

natasha had never expected her career as naval aviator to change her this much. granted, she never expected her backseater to be half angry green rage monster either. bob's not technically a superhero, given the fact that he's in the backseat of a jet. but he does have the 'green gene' as he referred to it. and when he and nat had gotten into a crash, at some point his blood had gotten into one of her wounds and altered her dna. dealing with the aftermath of that was fun... so, now, not only is she a successful woman in a male dominated field and has to deal with the negative side of that -- she is now superhuman and has to learn how to keep her rage in check.

[theladyofshalott1989]

MCtober2024: Week 4

The Mirror of Erised

Damien grew up as an only child in very affluent Muggle Mayfair. Before he was shipped off to Eton (the all-boys school he attended before Hogwarts), he lived in a massive estate and was quite lonely. His mother died when he was an infant, and his father was always working, so the only people around were the servants, all of whom steered clear of their ill-humored master's son. Suffice it to say, Damien sees himself with Sebastian surrounded by a brood of adopted children. His deepest desire is to one day have a family of his own, so he's never alone again. 🥹

Damien's Patronus

Damien's Patronus is a Manx Cat.

Here's a fantastic blurb from the website Hogwarts Is Here, which also describes Damien's personality perfectly:

"The Manx cat is a very special breed of cat, as they don’t have a tail! They are also… a ‘watch-cat,’ as they will growl in a threatening way if anybody seeks to harm them or their owner. They’re even tempered and affectionate creatures that like to follow their favorite person (...*cough* Sebastian *cough*) and help where they can... Having this feline as a Patronus means you find being allowed to show off your abilities a comfort to ... your ego (though it isn’t a big one, you do have one!) ... [and] you find comfort in abnormality. You are one of a kind and you love it. You are independent and self-sufficient, and will always take time out to take care of yourself. This doesn’t make you selfish at all – you can be good around people and can be a good friend – but you also are proud of who you are even despite any of your eccentricities. If anything, you flaunt what makes you different."

Damien's Boggart

Himself, powerless and weak, his loved ones laying dead at his feet. He was not able to protect them. 😭😭😭

[bit-club]

wrapping up week four! i loved so much about these chapters, from mike’s family life to the growing friendship between the losers as children and then seeing it happen again as they reunite as adults. also second interlude gave us sooo much history about derry that was really fascinating! much to enjoy <3

which pennywise encounter would you find the scariest?

[jimin-updates]

Jimin on the Billboard charts, week four

It wouldn’t be Jimin if he wasn’t breaking a record:

Everyone’s hard work continues to pay off for Jimin!

On the artist chart:

Who in week four:

MUSE in week four:

Jimin’s total performance:

[thisapplepielife]

Written for a @astrangersummer.

You Hear That?

Week #4 Prompt: Camping | Word Count: 3850 | Rating: T | POV: Robin | Pairings: Platonic Stobin, Pre-Steddie | Characters: Robin, Steve, Eddie, Corroded Coffin, The Party, Nancy & Jonathan | CW: Language, Recreational Drug Use, Underage Drinking | Tags: S3, Reluctant Camping, Unexpected Crossing of Paths, Platonic Stobin, Corroded Coffin Boys, Pre-Steddie, Flirting

This is set during the S3 finale. Happening between Starcourt and the "three months later" time jump.

"Camping. Capital camp. Lowercase…ing," Steve says, trailing off at the end, his forehead wrinkling up in confusion as he clearly tries to think through the dumb thing he just said.

"Well, that kinda fell apart on you, didn't it, dingus?" Robin asks, arching her eyebrow in his direction.

"Shut up. You know what I mean. Camping! Fun!" Steve shouts, far too close to her face.

"Back off, Boogaloo. And I beg to differ. Camping is not fun. Camping is torture, and I'm not signing up to be tortured with you again. One and done, at least per summer, that's my official policy."

Steve gives her the eyes, but they aren't gonna work. She's immune to his wiles. The Harrington Charm doesn't do anything to her loins, unfortunately for him.

"No," she says, and that's that. End of discussion.

Three hours later, here she stands, right in the middle of Hunting & Camping, a store in town she never thought she'd ever have to step foot into.

"Steve, you know what lives in those woods. Do you have a death wish?"

"C'mon! There's been nothing, nada, since Starcourt. It's done. Over with. Gone. We can live our lives, go camping, anything we choose."

"Great. But we do not choose camping," Robin insists, "We aren't camping people, are we? There's no haircare in the woods, Steve. Think about that. Long and hard."

"Fine. You stay here. I'll go camping alone," Steve says, crossing his arms across his chest.

"You're not going camping alone!" she screeches, because he'll be killed for sure.

"You're right, I'm not. The kids are demanding to come along. So, it's me and Jonathan."

"Well, that sounds fun for the both of you. Who will come home with a black eye? History says-"

Steve interrupts, "Yeah, yeah. Exactly. So, you have to go. You and Nance. So the girls can come along. Joyce will allow El to go, but only if you ladies go, too."

"Chief Hopper will roll over in his grave if El goes camping with Mike Wheeler present. You and I both know that."

"Well, good thing he'll never know, I guess," Steve says, defiant. "C'mon, Buckley. Are you with me or not?" 

She's always with him, now. That's just how it's gonna be, maybe forever. Or at least until they get eaten in the woods they have no damn business traipsing into.

"Fine, I'm with you. But mark me down as a hostage." 

"Great, love to hear it," Steve says, a big smile on his face, and she reluctantly smiles back. It's contagious, even if she knows this is a terrible idea for many, many reasons.

The trek out to Skull Rock is pretty shitty, but she keeps up. Walking alongside the not so prissy Nancy Wheeler, Erica, El and Max. She should have worn better shoes. Steve should have told her to wear better shoes. Nancy is in hiking boots and Robin is not at all surprised that she's prepared for life in ways Robin will probably never be. 

Up ahead, the boys are arguing, causing a ruckus, and Steve is clearly regretting this decision. Good. He should. This was a terrible idea of, like, epic proportions. Maybe worse than working in a mall with a Russian secret lair underneath it.

"How did you even get to come?" Robin asks Erica. Because she didn't expect her to be standing there on the curb with Lucas, her My Little Pony sleeping bag under her arm.

"Tina is covering for me, duh, so I can hang out with you nerds. Don't know why I even want to though," she says, snippy, and Robin grins. She's funny.

"Maybe we should have invited Tina," Robin says.

"And risk her seeing I even know you nerds? Absolutely not," Erica says, like she's totally disgusted, and Robin laughs. 

"Okay, hot shot," she answers, watching as Nancy stops behind Steve and the boys, as they scout out a spot that might work.

"Here?" Jonathan asks, and Steve nods, agreeing.

Steve is finishing putting up the tents, all of them, because nobody is helping him, not even Nancy. He kind of had this coming, it was all his terrible idea.

"You hear that?" Steve asks, head turned towards the sky, like he's a damn dog. 

"Hear what?" Robin asks. She doesn't hear anything. "Is it a monster? A bear? It better not be a bear, I swear-"

"It's not a bear. It's a guitar," Steve says, driving the last of the tent poles into the ground.

"A guitar? In the woods?" Who the hell would be playing a guitar in the woods. Probably some sort of demented fairy, destined to murder them all, given the opportunity. 

"I hear what I hear, Buckley. I'm gonna investigate," Steve says.

"Well, it was good knowing you, Harrington," Robin answers, because everybody knows you don't go blundering into the woods, especially if it sounds like you're being lured there, for fuck's sake.

Steve would definitely be the first to die in a horror movie.

Except, she knows that's not true. He's more capable than she ever could have expected, especially for being such a big dingus.

Steve just waves her off, and starts stomping off into the underbrush. Heading towards the sound she definitely doesn't hear.

But after a little hesitation, she follows. He can't go alone. She knows what could happen if he does.

"I knew you'd come," he crows, pleased with himself.

"Shut up, dingus," she mutters, and the further they walk, the more she thinks Steve was right. There is the faint sound of a guitar.

And laughing. 

Steve pushes apart the branches of a bush, just enough for them to see through it, together. Spying. 

It feels familiar.

And there's the culprit, Eddie Munson from band, sitting around a fire with some other boys, playing his guitar. Jeff Williams, Jackie's older brother, is one of them, she's pretty sure. 

They have a case of beer, and she's pretty certain that's the faint stench of weed hanging in the air.

"It's just Eddie Munson," Steve whispers, like she isn't aware of that. 

"Yeah, I have eyes, I can see that it's Eddie and his cronies."

Steve lets the branches go, and she is sure they're gonna turn around and leave, but they aren't that lucky. Honestly, they'd have no luck at all if they didn't have bad luck.

"Hey! Who the fuck is there?" Eddie yells, the guitar playing ceasing.

Steve rolls his eyes, pushing forward, out into the open, "It's just me, Munson, cool your jets."

"What the fuck are you doing out here, Harrington?" Eddie asks, then clearly catches a glimpse of Robin, "Oh. I see."

"Ew, no, you see nothing," Robin says, feeling the urge to clear up that misunderstanding right away. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize band geek Robin Buckley was too good for King Steve Harrington."

"Way too good," she snarks, and Eddie laughs, really laughs, and Steve doesn't, but she can tell he's amused and not mad.

"If you're not out here to fuck, then what brings you two into our neck of the woods?" Eddie asks, slouching over towards them.

"Your neck of the woods? I'm the one that popularized this spot, I'll have you know," Steve snaps, bitchy, arms crossed.

Robin smiles.

"Is that so?" Eddie asks, tilting his head, offering Steve a big, predatory smile.

"Definitely sure that's so," Steve answers, not backing down.

"That's not how I've heard it," one of the other guys shouts from near the fire they've lit, and Robin isn't sure who he is. 

"And you are? The forest authority?" Robin asks, challenging him.

"Yep. That's me," he snaps back, but doesn't offer up his name.

"That's just Gareth," Eddie says, "don't mind him."

Oh, no way. Gareth Jones? The goofy kid she had to deal with at her job at The Hawk last summer that drove her insane? His mother dropped him off nearly every afternoon, money in hand, and he always made a fucking mess with his popcorn and Reese's Pieces. He might be the number one reason she took the job at Scoops this summer, instead of going back to theater. Looking at him now, he's sure changed. Growth spurts are a bitch, she supposes. 

"Nice hair," she snarks at him, looking at his poodle-looking head. He's clearly trying to grow it out, probably to be more like Eddie, but it just isn't there yet, and his curls definitely aren't making things easy on him.

"What are you doing out here, anyway? Dirty freak orgy?" Steve asks, and Robin doesn't know how she got so lucky to have such a bitchy boy as a best friend, but she loves her good fortune. 

Eddie laughs, and she sees Steve smile at him.

"Why? You wanna join?" Eddie asks, leering, taking a lazy, sauntering step closer to Steve, assuming he'll back down. Eddie's hands are framing his belt buckle, drawing the eye, even her eye, and it's so gross but she's also very intrigued to see how this pans out. 

Eddie's not gonna scare Steve with the fear of the queer, and she was right, Steve doesn't back down, like she knew he wouldn't.

"Maybe I do," Steve says, rubbing his lips together, tongue wetting them in a gross taunting way, and Robin wants to spray him with a garden hose, but doesn't have that option, so instead she just watches as Eddie's eyes flick down to Steve's slick, glossy lips. 

Gross. Fuck her whole life. She takes back all the stuff about loving her good fortune. This is bad fortune. Like, empty fortune cookie levels of bad luck. Russians under the ice cream shop you work in, rotten luck. Honestly.

But Steve wins this round, because Eddie is the one that retreats, but he's laughing as he does it, waving his hand for them to follow. They're not gonna do that, right?

Wrong. Steve follows, so she trails behind.

"Gareth, you've met," Eddie says, "Jeff. Goodie. We didn't know we were encroaching on King Steve's territory, but we're just hanging out, camping, if that's alright with you two."

"I guess," Steve says, teasing, fucking flirting if she's not mistaken. Can't he ever turn it off? Ugh. "We're camping down there. With the kids I babysit. I heard your guitar, wanted to make sure you weren't straight out of Deliverance, or, like, ax murderers."

"Well, I am that, or haven't you heard?" Eddie asks, dimple showing up in the firelight. And Robin doesn't know how she's here right now. She should have stayed with Nancy and Jonathan and just let Steve be eaten by bears or monsters. Or Eddie Munson. Whatever.

"Heard what?" Steve asks.

"Hellfire Club!" Eddie shouts, waving his arms in an animated way, and Robin doesn't know what that is, and clearly Steve doesn't either.

"Sorry, man. Is that your band?" Steve asks, looking as confused as she feels.

"No, that's Corroded Coffin!" Gareth snaps, popping off, all pissy from the log he's sitting on.

"Sorry, my bad," Steve says.

"We play at The Hideout on Tuesdays," Gareth says, eyes narrowed.

"You play in a bar. You?" Robin asks, not believing a word of this. Not possible.

Gareth starts to answer, but Eddie holds up his hand and cuts him off.

"I'm channeling Satan. And I'm offended you don't know that, Harrington," Eddie says, and Steve's face is pure confusion, and Eddie laughs, taking pity on him, "It's the D&D club I run," Eddie adds, and Robin sees the light bulb pop on over Steve's head, like he's in a goddamn cartoon.

"Oh! The kids play that," Steve says.

"Do they now?" Eddie asks, not believing him, clearly.

"Unfortunately."

"And how old are these kids?" Eddie asks.

"Freshman, in the fall-" Steve says.

"Fresh blood," one of the guys says, cackling under his breath, as Steve keeps talking.

"-but I think Will is moving," Steve finishes.

"Will Byers, the zombie boy?" Eddie asks.

"Ssshh!" Steve hisses, "Don't call him that, okay?"

Eddie holds up his hands, backing off.

"Okay, okay, Harrington, don't get so worked up. I was just kidding," Eddie says, and the other boys all laugh.

"Well, it's not funny," Steve says, softly, "just. Don't. Okay?"

"Okay," Eddie concedes. 

"Thank you, he's been through a lot," Steve says, looking back over his shoulder, like the kids might all be snooping right behind them. Which, fair enough. They would totally do that, given half a chance.

"Well, since you're here, you want a beer or…?"

And Steve's nodding, like an idiot. 

Robin snags his arm, "Nancy will kill you." 

And Eddie takes a step back, hands going up, "Well, we wouldn't want the girlfriend mad." 

"She's not my girlfriend," Steve says, looking at Robin, "and Nancy can handle the kids for a bit, yeah? She's got Jonathan."

Robin is sure this is a bad idea. Nancy will be pissed about being left, and probably be pissed at Steve for having a beer or a toke, or whatever he has planned, while he's supposed to be in charge of the kids. 

"You're camping with your ex-girlfriend, her new boyfriend and...Robin from band? Oh, how the mighty have fallen." 

Steve doesn't take the bait, just pushes forward and sits down on the fallen log, right next to Gareth, who squawks in protest. 

Eddie follows, and hands Steve a beer, and then offers one to Robin. She shakes her head no, one of them needs to keep their sanity, she thinks, and then she watches as Eddie lights up a joint. Great. 

They pass it around, and she's not sure what they're doing here. These guys don't like them, and they definitely don't like these guys. 

Every time Eddie came into Scoops, as soon as he was gone, Steve would say something about Eddie "The Freak" Munson. And now he's just hanging out with him, like that's a normal thing to do? 

It's not a normal thing to do. Not at all.

"So, you're babysitting tonight?" Eddie asks.

"Unfortunately," Steve answers.

"Shame, I'd like to get The King all fucked up," Eddie says, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, hands cupping his face.

"Don't call me that. High school is over. Steve is fine," Steve says, and the other boys all laugh, and Eddie throws up another hand and they all stop.

Toadies. The toadiest of the toadies.

"Steve," Eddie says, and it's positively lewd. 

"Thank you," Steve says, taking a long drag, holding it in his lungs, showing off, slowly killing himself in the process, she's sure of it. Idiot.

Robin shakes her head.

Then she feels something brushing her shin, and jumps, expecting a snake, or something worse, but it's just the boy she doesn't know, toeing at her with his shoe, offering her a can of Coke, cold and dripping with ice water from the cooler at his side.

She takes it, "Thanks. I'm Robin."

"Goodie," he says, like he isn't at all interested.

"Goodie?" she asks, and makes eye contact with Jeff Williams.

"It's a nickname," Jeff explains, like she might have thought otherwise? 

But she just nods.

"I'm in your class," Goodie says dryly, and are they? She swore they were a year younger.

"Sorry, we must not have classes together very often, if ever," she says.

"Of course we don't, you were always in all those smart classes," Goodie snaps, and she laughs. Mrs. Click's history class with Steve Harrington was not the smart class, even if she was a year ahead of where she was supposed to be. 

"Eddie, though…"

"Hey!" Eddie snaps, having heard it, somehow, despite talking to Steve at the same time. 

Robin knows Eddie is headed into his third senior year, this time with her class. The rumor mill had been running wild at the end of last year, and it seems to be true, she guesses.

"Well, third time's the charm?" she asks, because what the fuck do you say to that? Sorry you flunked high school, again.

"Here's to hoping," Eddie answers, then turns his attention back to Steve.

Nancy really is gonna kill them if they don't head back, and soon. 

"Steve, Nancy…"

"I know," Steve answers, "let me finish this beer and we're gone."

She nods, because unless she wants to stomp back through the woods all by herself, she doesn't have much choice in the matter. 

Gareth hands her a stick with a marshmallow stuck in the end, and she takes it. She could have a s'more if she has to wait. It's the least they could do, she supposes, and she pokes it into the fire, starting to toast it up.

"Have you ever had one with a Reese's cup?" Gareth asks, holding up the package, an offer.

She hasn't, but now she wants to, for sure, and takes it from his hand, nodding in thanks. 

"You used to work at the theater, right?" he asks.

"Unfortunately," she says.

"I went there a lot," he says.

"Oh, I'm well aware," Robin says, snarky.

And Goodie and Jeff both laugh, and it really wasn't that funny, she doesn't think.

"Haha, she knew you had a crush on her!" Goodie says, poking at Gareth with his roasting stick, as Gareth tries to bat it away.

"How embarrassing for you," Jeff adds, smirking, catching Robin's eye.

He did what now?

"I did not!" Gareth screeches in a way that says he probably, definitely did. 

"I'm sure he didn't," she says, though, cutting him some slack, "If he did, he surely wouldn't have made such a gross mess for me to clean up everyday he was in there, right?"

"See? I was gross," Gareth clings to the accusation, like that's an improvement. Whatever helps him sleep at night.

"Okay, Pig-Pen," Jeff says, and Gareth is flushed. Probably from the embarrassment, but if he's not stupid, he'll play it off as the heat rolling off the sure to be illegal campfire.

Goodie laughs at the taunting, and she is so distracted that she almost burns her marshmallow, but she pulls it out and blows the flame out, just leaving a nice char. Sweet. Just how she likes them.

She puts the peanut butter cup on the graham cracker, and places the warm marshmallow on top, covers it with the other cookie, and is just squeezing it all together into a gooey mess when Steve leans over her shoulder and plucks it right out of her hand, taking a bite.

"Bad dingus, no!" she snaps, but just starts the process to toast another marshmallow. It'll be much easier to do that than fight for her original one from Steve's mouth. And she knows where that mouth has been, so no thank you.

"Thanks, Rob," Steve says, and she grumbles in response, but Gareth, Jeff and Goodie all laugh. Eddie is too busy plucking away at his guitar again, and he really doesn't sound half-bad.

She makes her second s'more, they say their thank yous and goodbyes, and start walking back towards their own campsite.

"So, what was that?" she asks, looking over at Steve, but it's really too dark now to see any of his features.

"What was what?" he asks, and it sounds like he honestly doesn't know.

"Whatever that was with Eddie?"

"What was? He's Eddie "The Freak" Munson, it was nothing," he says, and it doesn't sound like he's lying. Is he unaware he was flirting? Is that even possible?

She weighs her options. She's really gonna need more data. Maybe they'll cross paths again with Eddie Munson, and she'll be able to suss it out better.

"Nothing, I guess," she answers, and he just nods like he's not the least bit curious about what she meant.

Nancy and Jonathan are waiting at the edge of the campsite, and Nancy has a flashlight in hand. When she sees them approaching, she shines it right into their eyes.

"Jeez, Nance, put that thing down," Steve says, shielding his eyes from the onslaught of light, as Robin does the same over her own eyes.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Nancy asks, hands on her hips and she looks just like Steve, like that. It makes Robin smile.

"Bears. Checking for bears," Steve says.

"Well, either those bears threw shit at you in self-defense, or you have chocolate smeared all over your faces," Nancy declares, oh so dryly.

They both reach up to wipe at their faces, licking their lips.

"That's what I thought," Nancy accuses.

"Steve heard a guitar, it was Eddie Munson and his friends. They had s'mores," Robin caves, admitting to everything. Well, almost everything. 

"You ate s'mores? From Eddie Munson?" Jonathan asks, then mumbles under his breath, "Wonder what those were laced with?"

Robin stills, she doesn't want to be drugged again, no way, but then laughs. She'd opened the candy herself, and unless Eddie had the forethought to lace the marshmallows or graham crackers, it seems unlikely.

And she's pretty sure Eddie's reputation is more bark than bite, anyway.

The kids must hear them talking, because they cause a commotion coming over, Dustin getting right into Steve's face.

"Back off, Henderson," Steve says, holding him by both shoulders, pushing him away.

"I smell beer! Steve's been drinking beer while in charge of us!" Dustin screams, and the other kids just look at him like he's lost his mind.

"So?" Lucas asks.

"Can I have one?" Mike tries, and Nancy and Steve both snap no at the same time, and he turns sullen.

"I had one beer, to be nice. To be friendly. Just to make sure we won't be, you know, messed with, or any of that dumb shit," Steve argues, hands waving.

"Sure, sounds likely," Dustin says, like the sarcastic little shit that he is. 

"Well, that's what happened," Steve says, not rising to Dustin's bait, at least not yet.

"And just who did you have this beer with?" Dustin demands to know, hands on his hips. Have they all picked up this gesture from Steve? It's looking likely, at this point, and Robin worries for herself that she might be doing it without realizing. The horror.

"Eddie Munson," Steve says.

"Eddie Munson!" Dustin screeches, "He runs the Hellfire Club at the high school!"

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard," Steve says, resting his hand on the top of Dustin's head, ruffling his hair through his hat, "I put in a good word for you guys."

"No way, did you really?" Dustin asks, looking up at Steve, awed.

"I did, I told him to look for you in the fall. Now leave me be, you little dickhead, and don't make me take it back," Steve answers, and Dustin rushes back towards the other boys, suddenly excited about the prospect of maybe having an in to get into Hellfire Club.

Whatever floats his boat, she supposes.

Robin looks at the tents, and the small, very contained fire Nancy and Jonathan built while they were gone. 

Looking at it now, camping might actually be fun. 

At least for one night, anyway.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @astrangersummer and follow along with the fun! 🏕️

[every-character-ever-poll]

KAITO - Vocaloid

PROPAGANDA:

HES STUPID SILLY I NEED HIM IN A BLENDER

[astrangersummer]

Thank you to everyone who participated!

you told me once that i'm selfish (and i kissed you hard, in the dark) by @ataliagold

tumblr | ao3 | steddie | G | 1452 words

you hear that? by @thisapplepielife

tumblr | platonic stobin, pre-steddie | T | 3850 words

the sleepover by @lorifragolina

tumblr | ao3 | harringrove | M | 1190 words

puppy pile by @arelliann

tumblr | steddie, platonic stobin | G | art

closer by @katyawriteswhump

tumblr | steddie | E | 510 words

sharing interests by ainsalaco

ao3 | steddie | G | 1493

divider by @/saradika this list will not be updated for any late entries

[the-babygirl-polls]

The Creature/Adam - Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

Propaganda:

I mean, he is literally almost a baby. 8 ft of daddy issues.

[ask-the-bone-boys]

you can try and pretend you're in control all you like, Princess, you're just a pawn in whatever game this mysterious "You" you've been talking to is playing.

"PRIN...???"

"AHEM! I-I MEAN... LISTEN."

"WHILE I WON'T DENY THAT I DON'T HAVE ALL THE CARDS IN THIS, I ABSOLUTELY HAVE JUST ENOUGH TO KNOW HOW TO WIN. I SINCERELY DOUBT THAT YOU CAN SAY THE SAME."

"AND, FOR THE RECORD... THAT LITTLE INFORMANT IS FAR MORE OF A PAWN THAN I AM. I BELIEVE I WOULD BE MUCH MORE AKIN TO A KNIGHT."

[choicesoctober]

WEEK FOUR+ MASTERLIST || WK 3 || WK 2 || WK 1 || WELCOME || RULES || PROMPTS || HOST

This week will also include the final half week. I’ll add to it as people contribute.

If I missed your’s please let me know and I will get it on the list. Same, if I missed reblogging your contribution. I have stumbled upon some by chance so please do let me know. Tumblr is tumblring.

@aallotarenunelma

Fic: Indigo Blood (ID, Cas x MC)

@cariantha

Fic: Hunger Pains pg-13 (OPH, Ethan x MC)

@gaiuskamilah

Art & HC: Marya Moonglory (Blades, OC)

@jerzwriter

Fic: Pumpkin Love (OPH, Tobias x MC)

Fic: Tricks and Treats (COP, Trystan x MC)

Edit: Better Luck Next Year (OPH, Tobias x MC)

@ladylamrian

HC: Halloweeen Costumes (Multi)

Fic: Duty & Pleasure (NB, Nik x MC)

Fic: Toward the Future (NB, Nik x MC)

@lilyoffandoms

Art: Conner x Tenebris (ILITW, Conner x MC)

Fic: Crimes Drabble (COP, Trystan x MC)

Fic: Blades Drabble (Blades, Nia x MC)

Art: Troy x Saeed (WTD, Troy x MC)

@noesapphic

Intro: Neera Rose (COP, MC)

@peonyblossom

Edit: Meet My MC - Reese O’Malley (ID, MC)

Edit: Bianca & Co. as Choices Characters (HWU, Multi)

Edit: Meet My MC - Issac Vance (ILB, MC)

Edit: Lisa Valentine & Aria Sheridan (HWU, Multi)

Edit: Ethan Ramsey in my HC (OPH, Ethan)

Edit: More Jackie Redesigns!! (RCD, MC)

@petiteboheme

Fic & Art: Birthday (TRR, Drake x MC, OC)

@potionsprefect

Edit: Too Many Clothes (OPH, Ethan x MC)

@rosepetals1

Intro: Meet My MC - Arielle Park (PM, MC)

Edit: Lily Spencer (BB, Lily)

@starsarewithinme

Fic: A Day Off (COP, Trystan x MC)

@storyofmychoices

Art: Love & Respect (Blades, Mal x OC)

Edit: Nyx (Baldes, OC)

Edit: Nyx (Blades, OC)

Intro: Nyx Selenastra (Blades OC)

Fic: Nyx x Aerin (Blades, Aerin x OC)

Edit: Aerin Redesign (Blades, Aerin)