#dude the trailer made me start giggling and kicking my feet while i was at work

[yamham154]

sonic x shadow generations killed me and scavenged my corpse so here’s a meme

also a doodle from an idea one of my coworkers gave me

[addictofsupernatural]

Not a Rule Breaker

Sweet Pea x reader

Summary: Sweet Pea is curious about good girl y/n, who never breaks the rules.

Word Count: 4581

Sweet Pea hated history the most. Not because of what they were learning, or the tests, or the reading, but the constant projects. They were usually small, but there were tons of them. Sweet Pea wasn't that creative of a person, and he hated conversing with Northsiders. So when his history teacher was assigning pairs for a week long project, he groaned internally.

"Sweet Pea, and..." Mr. Daniels scanned his list for his pair. "Y/n y/l/n."

Sweet Pea watched as a small awkward looking girl went to sit next to him. She looked at him and offered a smile, and Sweet Pea responded by just staring at her. Her smile faded as she looked down at her lap, embarrassed.

Mr. Daniels then explained that we had to relate the yin-yang symbol to modern day, and that he chose the partners that represented opposites. There was an oral presentation.

"Oh, and show something that represents what your saying." He said. "Nothing big, just something that'll make what you're saying clearer." There was ten minutes left of class to conversate with your partner to see how they would work together.

"Hey." You said. "So, um, I was wondering if you were free after school. Y'know, for the project. I figured that we could go somewhere after school to work on it, but only if that's okay with you! I don't want to overstep or anything, and I don't even mind doing all of it on my own. That's how it usually goes in my group projects anyways. But it would be nice to have some help-"

"After school all this week is good for me." He took your babbling as a sign that you were afraid of him. Just another Northside princess who didn't want to be anywhere near the big bad Serpent.

"Okay, perfect!" You happily smiled. "I was thinking we could do it at your place." Or maybe he was wrong?

"My place?" He stared at your innocent eyes.

"Yeah, if that's okay with you."

"You know I live on the Southside right?"

You tilted your head, eyes full of confusion. "Yeah. So?"

He looked at you as if you were crazy. "You sure your parents won't mind you going to the Southside?"

"Um, they should be okay with it as long as it's school work." You excitedly nodded. "I'll text them later though. Don't want to upset them."

Before he could make a comment on that, the bell rang. School was over. Sweet Pea stood. "Let's go." Was all he said. You followed him out to the parking lot, where he went up to his bike. "Hop on."

"Um, I don't think my parents would want me to go on a motorcycle." You laughed nervously.

He let out an amused breath. "Come on, it's not like you listen to every single thing your parents say?" You stared at him, shifting in your place. "Wow, you really are a Northsider."

You pouted. "That's a bit rude." He still looked amused, and you let out a sad sigh. "We have to work on this project together, Sweet Pea. I get it if you don't like me, most people don't anyway. But if we're going to get a good grade on this project, we should understand each other."

He thought about your words. You said that most people didn't like you. Why was that? "I never said I didn't like you." You looked up at him. "Hop on. Please. You need to understand why it's okay to break some rules."

You hesitantly walked up to Sweet Pea on his bike, and slowly mounted on it. Sweet Pea revved it, causing you to quickly wrap your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek to his back. The boy you were clinging to unconsciously smiled at the jump, and took off.

When you got there, you hopped off excitedly. "That was awesome!" You giggled. Sweet Pea stared at your happy form, feeling a sense of pride deep down by the fact that he caused that. The feeling didn't go away, and it made him confused.

You both stepped into his house. He sat down on the table as you stood, looking at him with an awkward smile. "What?" Sweet Pea asked, eyeing you up and down. "Too low budget for you to sit down on?"

You shook your head. "It's rude to just sit down without permission at somebody else's house." He breathed out a laugh, kicking a chair your way, and you stopped it and sat down. "Thank you." You quietly said.

After about thirty minutes of typing up what you guys were going to say on your phones, Sweet Pea figured you both should take a break. "I'm starving." He blankly stated.

"Me too. Maybe we should get something to eat. I saw a taco spot near here." You suggested, smiling.

"Sure, I'll go get some. You stay here." He stood up.

"Why can't I go with you?" Sweet Pea stared at your innocent eyes and curious expression.

"I don't want people to see you." He didn't know how else to put it. He didn't want to go more in depth and scare you off.

Your smile faded. "Oh, okay." Although Sweet Pea felt weird about your frown, he still left. When he came back he plopped that take out on the table while you played with your phone. "Thank you." You quietly said.

"What's wrong?" He said, snatching the bag away. Although he didn't know why, he felt off not seeing you smile.

"Nothing." You didn't look at him. "At least it shouldn't be, anyways." You let out a small unamused laugh. "It just seems like everybody around me is embarrassed to be seen with me." You refused to look anywhere but down. "Can I have my food now please?" You squeaked.

You two of you were in silence. Sweet Pea felt bad. He didn't have you stay because he didn't want to be seen with you. Do people really act like that towards you? Sure, you were a little too perfect and rambled sometimes, but you didn't seem like a bad person.

He felt like he should start a conversation. "So, what are we gonna do for our presentation? The thing we have to show to the class or something."

"Um, I thought of something, but it's stupid." You didn't look at him.

"Let's hear it. It can't be that dumb." He said in a joking manner. You gave him a little smile.

"I thought that maybe I could wear your serpent jacket." He looked at you, not expecting that. "I know it's a bad idea. I get it, I just thought it would be clever, cause of the whole yin yang, North South type of thing, but I'm good with it not being okay. I get it. Too weird. All good." You nodded your head offering him a smile.

He just stared at you. "You done?" He looked at you, amused.

You let out a giggle and ran your fingers through your hair. "Yeah, sorry." You then checked your phone. "Oh, I think I should go home now. Don't wanna stay out past curfew."

"Do you always follow your parents' rules?" He joked.

"Yeah?"

"You're serious?" You nodded in response. He shook his head. "We need to do something about that."

You shook your head, but he nodded his head as you did. "No. No we don't."

He smiled. "Yes. Yes we do."

"What?" You looked in distress. "Really? This is what gets you to smile?"

His smile only grew as he got out of his seat. "You were the one who told me that we need to understand each other. You need to understand why rule breaking is fun."

You kept shaking your head while he stepped in front of you. "You shouldn't listen to me." He kept nodding his head. "I just ramble out things, I don't really expect anybody to listen." You were speaking quickly again.

"I listened." He leaned down to be eye to eye with you. He then chuckled. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home and I'll pick you up around 10."

A little before 10, you said good night to your parents, feeling nervous. You waited until you saw that all the lights turned off and heard footsteps to your parents' room with a door closing. You then opened your window, climbing out and crawling down the pipe near your door before jumping and landing on your feet.

"That looked pretty easy for someone who's never done this before." Sweet Pea said as he sat on your door steps. He unintentionally startled you, causing you to jump and stumble to the ground. He laughed. "Sorry."

He held out his hands, and you took them as he hoisted you up. "No you're not." You mumbled, pouting. "Where are we going?"

"Only the greatest place ever." He grabbed your hand and sped walked to his motorcycle with you stumbling to keep up.

Once you quickly mounted his bike you both took off, soon stopping when you both got to the Whyte Wrym parking lot. "This is the greatest place ever?" You chuckled.

"No, but it's a close second." You furrowed your eyebrows and smiled. He smiled at your confused expression and excitedly grabbed your shoulders, leading you inside.

He opened the doors, and you saw Fangs and Toni look at the two of you, standing up from the bar stools and coming towards you two. "Hi." You squeaked.

"Hey." Fangs said. "You're shy girl."

You chuckled. "Is that what people call me?"

"Sweet Pea does." He then looked at Sweet Pea. "You're right. She is hot in kind of an innocent way."

You felt your face begin to heat up. "He said that?" You turned to him, who looked shocked. "You said that?"

Toni decided to interject and save Sweet Pea. "Did you bring a bathing suit?"

You shook your head. You then turned to look at Sweet Pea, who shrugged. "Maybe you can skinny dip." He smirked.

Before you could say anything, Toni spoke up. "You can borrow one of mine. I need to head to my trailer to get one for me anyways."

So the four of you headed to the trailer homes, with Fangs and Toni in the truck and you and Sweet Pea riding his motorcycle. Fangs and Sweet Pea got out of their trailers a lot quicker, and the tall serpent took this time to shove his friend. "What the hell dude?" He said. "Why would you tell y/n those things?"

A laughing Fangs shrugged. "You needed a push. I knew you wouldn't say it to her, so I did it for you. You're welcome."

"She didn't need to know that!"

"Why not?" He smirked. "Because you don't want to face the fact that you seem a little into a Northsider."

"I'm not." Sweet Pea insisted. "She just needs to learn how to have fun."

"So that's why you invited a stranger to hang out at night with you and your best friends?" He then playfully shoved Sweet Pea. "Dude, go for it. It's fine if you date a Northsider, as long as you two like each other."

"How do you even know if she likes me?" He crossed his arms.

"She's here, isn't she?" Sweet Pea was about to respond, when Toni's trailer door opened. Behind Toni was you, in a blueish green bikini with your hair down. You both spotted the the boys and smiled.

You went up to Sweet Pea, who slowly uncrossed his arms in a daze. "So where are we going?" You hugged yourself, as if to cover yourself up more. "You still haven't told me."

He quickly snapped out of his trance that your body put on him. "The greatest place in the world. Pay attention." His eyes kept flickering down to the perfect outfit on you.

"Why do you keep looking at my body? Is it bad on me? It looks bad, doesn't it? I thought so. Maybe Toni has a one piece, I don't know I couldn't find one but maybe if I look again–"

"No! You don't look bad. It's fine. It's fun time." He once again grabbed your shoulders from behind you and walked you to the truck, where him and Fangs sat inside while you and Toni rode in the trunk with the cooler.

"So your friends don't do these types of things?" Toni asked as the car started to take off.

"Oh, um, I don't really have friends." You said awkwardly. "Like, at all."

"And why is that?" She looked at you with sympathy.

You shrugged and looked down at your hands. "I always thought that it's because I'm really socially awkward, but there could be other reasons too. Maybe it's cause I follow the rules too much, or I just don't fit in. Sometimes I wonder if it's my looks or my body."

"What? No, it has nothing to do with the way you look." Toni said as she played with a piece of your hair. "I'm sure it's because you're too good for the Northside. They aren't good enough to handle your personality."

Fangs and Sweet Pea heard the conversation, considering that all windows were down. They looked at each other, driving the rest of the way in silence.

The truck then came to a stop, and you looked around. Sweet Pea helped you down from the back of the truck. "Sweet Water River?" You smiled.

"Of course." Fangs said. "It's only the greatest place in the world."

The four of you stood at the edge of a small cliff, looking down at the water. "Are you sure this is sa-" You were cut off from Sweet Pea pushing you. You let out a yelp as you fell down into the water. You came back up, pushing your hair back. "Asshole!" You said in an amused tone.

Everyone else jumped, and you and the other three were playing games and messing around in the river. Sweet Pea went to grab the cooler, where there was root beer. "Oh thank God." You muttered to yourself.

"Don't worry tiny, we weren't gonna bring real beer." Fangs said. "We didn't want to freak you out."

"Thank you." You quietly said with a smile.

While you and Toni were off to the side with your own conversation, Fangs and Sweet Pea were drinking their root beer together. "So," Fangs said. "What's next?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I know you're gonna do more things with her, and wanna know what."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know dude, any ideas?"

"Well, you heard her in the car. She's insecure, so do something that'll make her feel good about herself." Sweet Pea nodded, thinking of what to do with you tomorrow.

The next day at school you expected Sweet Pea and his friends to pretend they didn't know you. You didn't mind, they probably had a reputation to protect or something. They would probably only know you when it was just you four together. You understood- "Hey tiny, where you going?"

A hard hand clasped your shoulder, and Fangs pulled you to his side. "Huh?" You said, snapping out of your thoughts.

"Where are you headed?" Toni asked on the other side of you.

"Um, just the bleachers to eat my lunch."

"Alone?" Toni asked. You nodded in response. The two of them shook their heads. "Nope, you're coming with us."

You nervously rambled as they dragged you. Finally you there had arrived to the cafeteria, where Sweet Pea was waiting.

"What are you doing here?" He blankly asked.

"I don't want to intrude-" You tried to turning around but Fangs gripped your shoulders and brought you back forward.

"She's gonna be sitting with us." Fangs said with a big smile.

"Is there a problem?" Toni asked. Sweet Pea shook his head.

"Good." Fangs then pushed you towards Sweet Pea in his seat.

"Stop being so rough with her." Sweet Pea caught you when you stumbled into him. "She's not a doll."

"I'm okay." You quietly said. "Thank you though." You smiled. You took out your lunch pale, and looked up to the three Southsiders staring at you. "Y'know, I'm not really hungry. You guys could have my stuff if you want."

You pushed it towards Fangs, and he happily ransacked your lunch pale. You were hungry, but you felt bad. You shouldn't eat when others don't have food unless you share. Your first mother taught you that, and you loved her for how smart and kind she was. She was amazing, and will always be in your heart.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt Sweet Pea's leg bump yours. "Hey." You offered him a smile to show that you were listening. "Have you eaten anything?"

"Oh, I'm not hungry. It's okay."

"No it's not. You should eat something."

You both looked to Toni and Fangs eating your food. "These leftovers are good." Fangs said with a mouth full of food.

"I'll be fine."

You tried to hide behind your smile, but Sweet Pea's stare was fighting against it. He was silent. He got up, walked to the vending machine, got a protein bar, and gave it to you. "Here. Eat."

He sat down and felt you staring at him. Once he turned towards you to ask why you were staring at him, you gave him a gentle smile and thanked him.

Later on at his trailer you both veered off of the assignment as Sweet Pea started asking you questions about yourself. Although you were flustered by the uncommon attention, you still answered his questions. "Have you ever dated anyone?" Sweet Pea smiled at how distraught you were.

You were typing away on your laptop, your face red and your body squirmy as you shook your head. You could feel his judgmental stare. "Why do you keep on asking me these questions? You probably already know the answers anyways." You said quietly.

He shrugged. "I just want to know what kind of person you are. We are friends now, right?" You glanced up and coyly smiled, nodding your head. He paused. "Are you a virgin?"

"Ohmigod Pea! Don't ask me that!" You closed your laptop quickly. "Why would you ask that? You don't need to know that!"

He got up and stepped forward. "Do you have anything to hide?"

"No!"

"Then?"

You gently pushed him away once he became inches away from your face. "No, okay? I'm sorry I don't sleep around, and I'm sorry I'm not interesting!"

He felt a little bad when he saw your sad expression. "You're interesting. You just need to bed some rules here and there."

You huffed and looked away. "I don't expect you to get it Pea."

He let out a short laugh. "There's not much to get." You responded by putting your laptop in your bag and heading for the door. He grabbed your wrist before you could leave. "Wait. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." You looked down. "How about I pick you up at ten again? We can talk, so we could understand each other better."

You uneasily nodded your head. He then took you home, and you muttered a quiet thank you, still a little hurt. "Hey," he said as you got off. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't say things when I don't know the fully story."

"Yeah, you shouldn't." You felt bad for saying that. You should be nicer. He was apologizing after all. "It's okay though."

"I'll see you later then. Oh, try to come out through the front door this time. I want you to wear something a little nicer." You gave him a small smile and nodded. He then took off to get to work.

Around ten you quietly put on some nicer clothes. You dug into your closet and found a white shoulderless strap crop top. Your first mother had boughten it for you when she found out you were insecure about your body. You should be proud of your body, especially when it makes you look so beautiful. You still never put it on until today. You then put on a high waisted mini skirt that your new mother gave you when she passed by it while shopping for herself.

You looked in the mirror on last time. There thankfully was only a thin showing your stomach. You carefully went downstairs and unlocked the door. When you stepped outside, Sweet Pea was waiting for you. As he stared at your body, you became squirmy. "What? Is it too much? I could go change–"

He grabbed your hand. "You look nice. C'mon." He hooked your arm with his and walked down the neighborhood with you. As you walked, he told you to close your eyes. You let him lead you, asking him questions about where you were going. You then came to a stop. "Okay, open them."

It was Fox Forest. There were lights hanging on the trees, and a table with snacks on it. There was also two chairs. "What's this?"

"You said that you've never dated anyone, and I figured that you've never been to prom. So this is your first prom, and I'll be your prom date." He looks at you. "You like it?"

You turn to him with a big smile on your face. "I love it. It's awesome." You hug him and thank him repeatedly. You dragged him over start dancing. It's really just you dancing, and Sweet Pea's next to you enjoying the view while you giggle. You two then sit down on the chairs. "So this is why you had me dress up?"

"Yeah." He looks down at you, smiling. "So you could feel more like you're at prom."

"Then why are you wearing a flannel?" He didn't say anything, but looked down. You were right. While he was thinking about how dumb he probably looked, he felt you him your hand on his cheek to look at him. "It's okay. I think they look good on you."

You realized how close your faces were and quickly took your hand away, muttering a sorry. He chuckled and grabbed your hand. "C'mon."

You stared at the hand. "What?"

"You haven't had your slow dance yet." You chuckled as he pulled you the the center of the hanging lights. He put on a random slow song from his phone and put his hands on your waist. "Sorry for making fun of you earlier. I just want to get to know you better."

You put your arms around his neck and began to sway. "It's okay. You aren't as bad as the Northsiders who make fun of me." You paused, taking a nervous breath before saying, "I think it's because they all know that I'm not from the Northside."

You avoided his shocked gaze. "What? You're a Southsider?"

You nodded. "My parents aren't really my biological parents. They're my foster family. I, um, I've been in the system for about three years. My dad bolted once he found out my mom was pregnant, and later on in her life she got sick and passed. Ever since then I've hopped from place to place, but the people I'm with now are the longest I've been with a new family. It'll be 7 months soon. That's kinda why I try to not break any rules. I'm afraid they won't want me if I do."

"I'm sorry." He muttered. He gently squeezed your waist. "You shouldn't have to go through that." Your sad expression made his chest feel tight.

You looked up at him and gently smiled. "Don't be. I have two moms, and I know what it's like to have a father now. Some people don't get to have that. I should be grateful, right?"

"You're so amazing." He looked down at your lips. "Have you ever kissed someone before?" You muttered a no as he cupped your cheek, both of you leaning in as he pressed his lips to yours. You were a little clumsy, but it made Sweet Pea feel more special. Only he's done this with you. Only he has your trust to do this. He pulled back. "Vanilla?"

You grinned. "Chapstick. You like it?"

He kissed you again. "Yum." He then walked you home shortly after that. You told him that if the two of you were going to be something, you wanted to be committed. This made him even happier, because that's all he wanted in a relationship and it seemed like nobody wanted to be like that with him. "I have something to tell you." He said as you two were walking down the street. You bit your lip and nodded. "I'm a virgin too."

You playfully pushed him. "You're such an ass!" You giggled out. He then walked you to your doorstep and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

The next day after school the two of you were at house, on his couch when he surprised you with a kiss. "Pea!" You laughed.

"What? I want to be your first for everything." You scrunched up your nose. "Have you ever made out with someone on a couch?"

"You already know the answer to tha–" you were cut off by him lurching forward and sending your back to hit the couch. You were both busy making out when Sweet Pea got an alert. He ignored it, but then you got an alert too. You moved your head to get your phone. Your boyfriend let out a frustrated sigh. "It's Fangs. He wants to hang out at the Whyte Wyrm."

"But what about our firsts?" He pouted.

"I've never played pool before." You suggested. He grinned as he sat up, taking a good look at you. Your face was flushed and your lips were swollen. Your shirt had hiked up a bit and revealed a bit of your stomach. "Cute."

Two days later you came to school and gave him a big hug in the parking lot. "Oh, my gosh, Pea~"

"What's got you so excited?" He laughed out.

"My foster parents are going to adopt me! I'm gonna have a real family again!" He spun you around, constantly saying how happy he was for you. Fangs and Toni congratulated you as well.

On the day of the history project, the two of you memorized what you said almost perfectly. You gave the class a lesson on how the yin-yang symbol represented opposites, like the North and South side, but one still needs the other to keep each other balanced. All was well until Mr. Daniels asked, "And what do you have to represent what you were saying?"

You completely forgot about that. You were mentally panicking when Sweet Pea grabbed your face and gave you a big kiss. You could hear the class gasp and whisper. Once he pulled away you bit your lip. "How was that?" Sweet Pea asked.

"You may sit." You tried to not smile, but failed. Sweet Pea put an arm around your shoulder and the two of you walked back to your seats.

You received an A–.

[secretblog1212]

Fuck, Marry, Kill.

So this is kind of really shit but I can’t figure out how to make it not shitty so here you go folks. XD sorry. Pretty much more High Steve with Robin just chilling with hints of sad because oof. Not a ship, they just friends.

The store was empty for the first time in three, long, trying, and teenage filled hours. Needless to say Steve and Robin were dead on their feet as they closed up shop.

Robin was quick to lock the doors, and Steve sped threw mopping the ‘poop deck’, otherwise known as the shops front. Chairs were flipped and scoops were washed at record speed. Robin was about to grab her purse when Steve stopped her.

“Hey Rob, I was wondering if you wanted to smoke tonight? We could just throw a movie in or something.”

Well that was new. Not that she didn’t know Steve smoked every now and then, but she’s never been invited before. They had been getting closer over the summer, so it kind of made sense, and hey, if he was going to offer it out for free who was she to say no.

“Sure, just let me go home and change first, meet you at yours in about an hour?”

Steve’s smile was damn near blinding. He nodded along eagerly, and they split off, Robin heading to where her mom was picking her up and Steve to his car.

After five minutes of small talk Robin decided she couldn’t put it off any longer.

“Hey mom, I was wondering if I could hang out at a friends house tonight. They’re having a movie night, I know it’s kind of last minute but I thought it might be okay since I’m off tomorrow anyway.”

She hummed in thought, “Who’s house is it?”

“The boy I work with, Steve, I’ve told you about him before.”

“He won’t try to get in your pants?”

Robin couldn’t hold back her laugh, “Not a chance, he knows I like girls mom.”

The elders face lit up, “Oh of course then Honey, I’ll drop you off whenever your ready and maybe he can take you home tomorrow.” She relented, relaxing back into her seat.

They pulled into their driveway and Robin made quick work of showering and getting comfy close for the night. Clad in sweat pants and an old band t-shirt she threw her still wet hair up in a messy bun and gathered her favorite blanket in a bag. Down stairs her mother was watching the end to the nightly news.

“Ready Mom!”

The brunette turned and did a once over of her daughter. Concluding that she was appropriately dressed for a sleepover she picked her purse up from the coffee table and the two made their way out the door.

A quick drive later and they were pulling into the Harrington’s long driveway, the first floors lights sprinkled to show where exactly Steve was.

Her mom wished her well and Robin made her way to the doorbell. Soft chimes sounded through the house.

The double doors were yanked open to reveal none other than Steve Harrington himself, ushering her inside and waving to her mom as she pulled away.

“Welcome, welcome to the wonderfully cozy Harrington residence. We have two of fifty rooms occupied, my bedroom and the living room, feel free to pick either to get fucked up in.”

Robin eyed the blank walls of the too clean house. It just wasn’t Steve at all, it seemed empty? Lonely? Like some Hallmark mansion, just not realistic at all. Down the hall she could see the flashing glow of a television and pointed. “There.”

“Living room it is then.” Steve hummed with a soft nod. “That’s where I got everything prepared so I was hoping you’d say that.”

God he was a dingus.

There was a large L shaped couch in the middle of the room, a TV facing it against the wall on top of a dresser like stand, and a coffee table littered with snacks, movies, and a few blunts between the two. Given the stack of blankets already pulled out Robin assumed that tonight was going to be filled with warm, cozy cuddling and lazy conversations.

She wasn’t complaining though. She plopped down on the bouncy cushion and reached to flip through the movie choices.

“Anything in mind Harrington?”

“Nothing particular. They’re mostly horror though.”

That raised an eyebrow, hadn’t he already had enough horror in his life already? “You a big fan of horror then?” she asked.

Steve just kind of huffed then chuckled. “My dad says a real man doesn’t watch musicals or romance stuff. He only allows ‘manly’ movies in his house, don’t you want to watch a manly movie Rob?”

Robin just rolled her eyes and mumbled. “Wouldn’t know good movies if it hit him.” But she loved a good horror movie herself, she grabbed the copy of Nightmare on Elms Street and waved it in Steve’s face. “Pop her in then buddy.”

A minute later and they were situating blankets across the two of them as trailers flickered across the screen. Really Robin thought five blankets was a little excessive but Steve seemed to think it was lacking. He leaned forward and grabbed the pre popped popcorn, a lighter, and the first blunt of the night.

Ever the gentleman Steve gave her the first hit. She held it in her mouth, coaxing it down her throat while he took his own puff. After a few seconds she opened her mouth and let the smoke find its own way out, floating from her mouth and into the air like a cloud.

Steve was not as patient or content to see the slow going process, after a few seconds he blew the air out like flames from a dragon's mouth.

They traded it back and forth, watching each other’s different tricks as the drug slowly took effect, till the movie started up, their eyes glued to the screen.

Something Robin realized fairly quickly was that Steve was not a fan of horror movies. She could feel him slowly pressing further against her, flinching when things got too jumpy. She couldn’t blame him, besides if she could help comfort him through this one then she could find at least one happy movie to put in next, right?

After a particularly gruesome scene she decided she couldn’t wait that long. You might be thinking, why doesn’t she just say she wants to change the movie? Well, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. Instead she moves in with a quick distraction.

“That Nancy Thompson is pretty cute right?”

Steve stares up at her for a few seconds before nodding. Hell yeah she was cute.

“And that Glen dude, any character Johnny Depp plays is going to be eye candy.”

“Yeah.”

Good. If she had him talking then he wasn’t paying attention to the movie.

“Quick! Fuck marry kill, Johnny, Nancy girl, or Tina?”

He stuttered for a few seconds, his mind wrapping around the character selection. “Umm, kill Tina, Marry Johnny and fuck Nancy?”

Robin couldn’t help but laugh at how unsure he sounded.

“Hey well how about you?”

“Mmm,” she paused to think. “Kill Johnny, Marry Tina, fuck Nancy.”

The game kept up with characters before moving onto people they knew in real life. “Clair Burk, Tommy H, and Carol.”

Steve huffed long and hard for that one, taking another drag before even contemplating. Robin thought about her own answer as well, Clair was pretty cute, and surely Carol would have some redeeming qualities. Tommy was a nice guy if you caught him around the right people, but prone to violence, she’d have to go with “I’d marry Clair, fuck Carol and kill Tommy.”

Steve actually laughed at that one. “Understandable, understandable. But get this okay. Fuck Tommy, kill Clair, Marry Carol.” He was quick to continue when Robins head jerked to look at him, eyebrows raised. “I’ve known them for a super long time, right? So marry Carol cause we could just act like friends, and like I know you like girls and all but Tommy is kinda cute. He has freckles Rob, freckles. And he’s super strong-“

She stopped him before it could get graphic “Woah woah woah keep it PG, I don’t need a full description of how you’d want him to give it to you.”

They’d cycled through most of the kids in their grade that they both knew by the time the credits started to roll.

Steve sat up and stared her down, excited not unlike a golden retriever.

“Wait wait wait okay okay. So. Watch, sleepover with, or dinner with, kid addition.”

Color her intrigued. She gestured for him to continue. “Okay So Mike, Dustin and Max?”

The kids had grown on her since that night at the Mall, she’s like to think they were all friends. “Okay so watch Max, Sleepover with Dustin and Dinner with Mike.”

Steve burst into laughter.

Fine, if he was going to just laugh at her she’d give him something to laugh at.

Robin turned to face him and reached to grab ahold of his side, squeezing away at the fleshy skin. “Oh your going to laugh at me? Well you have a better idea Dingus?”

Steve’s laughter doubled and his hands grabbed onto her wrists. No matter how hard he tried to squirm to the other side of the couch he was stuck. Their legs had gotten tangled in the many many blankets about an hour ago, and neither had the motivation to unstick themselves.

Boy does he wish he had.

“I was lahaughihing cause mihine is the sahahme! Ihits the sahame.”

Oh. Well, no reason for her to stop. “Yeah, cause Mike's a shithead and gets in trouble, of course it was going to be the same! But now look at you Stevey, Hmm let me think of one.” She slowed down for a second, focusing in on who she would pair up. “How about Lucas, Jane, and Will? I won’t stop tickling you till you answer.”

I Steve kicked out as she moved her way up his ribs, digging between the bone. Somehow he ended up with his back against her, trapping himself.

“Wahahtch Lucas, dineher with Jahanehe, Wihihill sleheep ohover!”

She slowed down her fingers, not quite stopping but changing to fluttery touches that left him giggling.

Steve’s arms felt heavy and all he could think about was the tingling of her nails over his stomach and neck. He let his hands drop into his lap and threw his head back onto Robins shoulder.

“It feheheels weirherd.”

Robin leaned down to his ear to tease the poor boy. “Do you mean it tickles Steve?”

The boy nodded, hiding his blush in the crook of her neck.

“Come on, you can say it buddy. Tick-le, easy peasy.”

Steve burrowed deeper into her neck, hiding himself away from the word.

“Fine,” she huffed. “If you won’t say it then at least tell me that you like it. It’s kind of obvious at this point.”

He only leaned further onto her, probably hoping to disappear.

“Well that just confirmed it Dingus.” She cooed.

She kept up the light touches till Steve’s face had lost some of its pink. He was still squirming occasionally when her fingers strayed a bit to close to his side, and he rolled himself so they were chest to chest.

If she was wondering what kind of stoned Steve would be before she had her answer. He was touchy and clingy when high, and it somehow fit perfectly even with his previous bad boy routine.

His breathing evened out and he was fully slumped against her.

Robin stretched as far as she could for the remote and a bag of chips before laying herself back down. Now that Steve was actually asleep she could try and really watch the movie. What were best friends for if not being a pillow anyway?