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I Put A Spell On You- fem reader x Steve Harrington x Chrissy Cunningham

After Chrissy and Jason have a big fight and break up at his Halloween party Steve and the reader make her forget by giving her the best sex of her life.

Steve is Tarzan, the reader is a witch and Chrissy is a vampire cheerleader. Reader met Steve at scoops and eventually, they worked together at family video and started dating.

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Jason's annual Halloween party was in full swing that night with Jason and Chrissy being vampires but her costume had a twist she was a vampire goth cheerleader. Even though everyone had graduated by now, and in college, you returned home to Hawkins for Halloween with your boyfriend Steve. It was a nice dinner before the party and you had dry ice cocktails with gummies, club sandwiches with a side of fries, and chocolate fondue. Now at the party, you were dancing to Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue.

Some of the other guests included keg King Billy Hargrove, Eddie, Jeff, Garett, Jonathan, Argyle, Nancy, Robin, Tommy, and Carol—also some of Jason's jock friends, other cheerleaders, and of course Chrissy. There was also a DJ playing requests and spinning some vinyl. Eddie and you used to date and you loved to catch Corroded Coffin shows but even though he was your first real and serious long-term boyfriend and you lost your virginity to him- it was Steve who you fell for hard and fast. You were so in love. Eddie was still one of the best guys but you realized you were better off as friends.

There was bobbing for apples, a Halloween twister, and tons of Halloween-inspired treats/desserts, including candy corn, chocolates, cotton candy, caramel corn, and orange and black cupcakes. The punch was orange, and there was a keg of beer and some wine, vodka, and wine coolers. The house, inside and out, was decorated with a lot of Halloween decor, and everything looked so nice and spooky. Billy was dressed as a zombie slayer, Nancy was dressed as Janet Weiss, Jonathan as Brad from Rocky Horror, Argyle as Bob Marley, Robin, and Vickie with matching couple costumes of Daphne and Velma (with Robin being Velma), and Corroded Coffin as zombie rockstars.

Zombie Eddie complete with face paint and fake wounds hooked you up with the best weed for 15% off too. It was nice to be able to count on him. Eddie was the best at dealing and he gave you good discounts. Even though Jason didn't like him still he was allowed to sell some drugs as long as he gave Jason a bit of his stash.

Chrissy and Jason were outside smoking and he seemed paranoid. Next thing you knew they were fighting and he stormed off in a huff. Rushing outside to her rescue you gave her a tissue since you realized she was crying. She looked adorable in her vampire cheerleader Halloween costume complete with fake fangs that were made and designed to look like real teeth complete with fake blood. Steve was the best Tarzan that night with his beautiful chest hair on display and you were dressed up as a sexy witch in all black and fishnets (and no underwear).

"Thank you. That's nice of you but you didn't have to," she told you with a sad look. At least her mascara was waterproof. "We broke up," she added meekly.

Taking the tissue she dabbed her eyes with it. Steve was still inside but nearby looking concerned as a Def Leppard song began blaring through the sound system. Chrissy sighed heavily and leaned against the wall as you sipped red wine from a blue solo cup. Chrissy was looking forlorn but you wanted to cheer her up since she was one of your closest friends after all.

"Look I saw what happened with Jason and you don't deserve that but you can do so much better than him. It's going to be okay though. Maybe we should dance?" You suggested as you took her hand in yours squeezing it assuringly. She had the most dainty and small fingers. For the party, she had done her nails white with a red dripping blood effect whereas yours were jet black.

"Sure that would be nice. Is your boyfriend Steve going to join us?" She asks softly as she tosses the tissue aside.

"He will be I guess. He does make quite the Tarzan don't you think?"

She nodded and laughed softly. Taking your hand she walked back inside with you as Def's song Pour Some Sugar on Me was wrapping up. The next song started as you began dancing and by now Jason and his buddies were outside shooting some hoops. As you and Chrissy danced to 'Do you wanna touch me?' by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, Steve had a mischievous grin on his face.

The rest of the partygoers dancing inside still looked at you and Chrissy touching and dancing. They were mouths agape as you moved closer to Chrissy running your fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair. She was smiling her mouth close to yours before you remembered you weren't alone. Before things went any farther you whispered into her ear.

"Can we take this to a bedroom?" You asked softly.

"Sure. Invite Steve if you want," she added in a loud whisper.

The next song came on The Runaway's big hit Cherry Bomb. As Cherrie Curry's voice boomed from the loudspeaker Chrissy made her way to an empty room where you found Steve again. Going over to him you took him by the hand and several of the partygoers looked at you with interest in their eyes. Did you want to be more than friends with your good friend of so many years Chrissy Cunningham? The answer to that was yes of course.

"Chrissy wants us alone and you can come too, Steve," you whispered to him as you made your way down the hall noticing Chrissy going to Jason's room.

"Wow uh sure. Unexpected but I'm really glad."

In Jason's room, you noticed Chrissy looking out the window into the pale moonlight. Noticing you and Steve now in the room she sat down on the bed. She was so glad that she could be alone with the both of you now.

"So that was interesting seeing you and my girlfriend dancing," Steve chuckled half-jokingly.

"Oh we were just having fun silly," she teased back at him.

Joining Chrissy on the bed you held her hand admiring her beauty. She looked great as a vampire cheerleader. It was a stark contrast from the preppy and pretty cheerleader she would be at Hawkins High but that was years ago and you were all in college now. Steve pretended to be busy looking around at the stuff Jason had in his room. Luckily it looked like Jason had recently remade his bed with clean sheets.

"Steve come sit with us. Get over here big boy," you teased playfully as you patted the bed. Taking off your witch hat you placed it on Jason's nightstand.

Chrissy's pom poms were scattered on the floor as well as her shoes and yours. Steve made his way over to the bed and sat between you and Chrissy before pulling you into his lap. Chrissy longingly looked over at you in his lap yearning for some attention. She always wanted a romance like you had with Steve. Jason never really did that for her not even in the beginning but for them both being popular and head cheerleader/basketball star they seemed destined to be together (or at least people at Hawkins High thought).

As Steve peppered kisses on your neck you giggled and laced your fingers with his. Chrissy was looking at you both shyly and blushing a little. Steve noticed and smiled at her as Chrissy took a sip of her drink before placing it on the nightstand.

"You two are adorable together. Truly. I am happy for you," Chrissy commented as she played with a strand of her hair.

"Well you deserve to be just as happy as we are and you will be someday," you assured her as you reached your hand out to hold hers.

Chrissy was the best friend you could ask for and you wanted to see her happy. She was the best and coolest girl. Steve liked her too and thought your friendship with her was healthy and he was happy for you to have such a close friend.

Chrissy pouted and rolled her eyes as she squeezed your hand before saying.

"Oh, I guess so I mean I don't know. I just want a fairy tale type of love. Something nice and a relationship where we can just be ourselves. No strings attached. Someone faithful and caring," she told you with a slight shrug.

"Any guy would be lucky to have you and any guy who ever talks bad about you is a low-life loser. Guys are pathetic to ever talk trash about you Chris," Steve comforted her as he looked at her with a genuine smile on his lips.

Deciding to break the ice you chimed in.

"Steve and I have been talking about opening our relationship a bit. With someone cool, someone nice and pretty. A girl who is a good person and an even better friend," you added as you boldly lifted her cheerleader skirt revealing the cute short shorts she had on underneath.

"You mean me?" She asked nervously before gulping her cheeks turning a faint shade of light red.

"Yes. We haven't had a threesome before. Have you? I mean we have had other girls around but Steve just watched me and the girls together and got off on his own.." you admitted your gaze never leaving hers.

"Oh wow. No, I haven't. I've been in vanilla relationships. Nothing freaky and no Jason hasn't even asked for a threesome. He does have adult films on video and dirty magazines though," she confesses as her cheeks turn redder.

Steve cleared his throat as his cheeks turned dark pink. You noticed and patted his shoulder playfully. Chrissy boldly took your hand in hers squeezing it and leaned in closer breathing in your scent. Your lips practically brushed against hers as you could feel Steve kissing your neck and holding your hair back.

"Go ahead and kiss her," he encouraged.

Already you could feel Steve's erection pushing through his Tarzan costume. His chest hair felt good against your back. Clearing your throat you leaned in closer to Chrissy as she did as well closing the distance. Without another word from anyone your lips locked with hers and you had an intense and passionate kiss with her red lipstick and your black lipstick rubbing off on each other's lips. You cupped her cheek and kissed her deeper as you felt butterflies in your stomach from the kissing you were doing with her. The way she tasted was incredible and she probably thought the same thing about you or so you thought as she smiled against the kiss.

Soon your kissing with her turned into hot and heavy making out as Steve kissed your shoulder and caressed your breasts causing you to groan. Chrissy sighed happily against your lips as Steve played with your bra strap wanting to remove it. Chrissy broke the kiss now breathless to say

"Amazing. Could I kiss Steve?" She asked sounding shy but you could tell she was yearning for this.

You nodded as Steve's lips met your neck again as he looked at Chrissy. She leaned in close to him and their lips soon met. Steve hummed against her lips as she locked lips with him and they kissed softly and sweetly. He was having the best time and you could tell she genuinely was as well as they continued to kiss for a bit.

"She a good kisser baby and cute vampire cheerleader. Maybe we should get undressed," he suggested once their kiss broke.

Removing your witch hat you tossed it aside and then removed your dress before Steve helped you with your bra. Once that was all out of the way you were down to your fishnets. Steve groped and grabbed your ass squeezing it and kneading it with his hands before giving it a good hard and firm slap causing you to cry out in pleasure. As this was happening Chrissy was watching still having all her clothes on except her shoes and socks. Steve ripped your tights open to expose your pussy on full display and licked his lips.

"Help her out with that baby," you suggested to Steve as he tweaked your nipples and caressed them.

"You can help me with that Stevie. And Y/N you have a beautiful figure," Chris told you with another blush.

Steve in no time had her cheerleading top removed and then her skirt followed by her bra. She was wearing white silk panties with a lacy trim. She was beautiful but it wasn't as if you were expecting anything less of her. You wanted to kiss her again and explore her body with your mouth and hands. You wanted to make love to her and Steve having your bodies satiate and satisfy each other.

"Thank you, Chrissy. I love your costume but I love it even better without you in it," you told her sincerely as she undressed you with her eyes.

Steve watched hard as a rock resisting the urge to touch himself-especially since he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Shit Chrissy!" Steve cried out as began to kiss and suck your nipples first the left one then the right.

"Mm yeah do that babe," you urged her wanting to feel her mouth, teeth, lips, and tongue all over your body, especially your chest.

Steve looked so sexy with his pink swollen cock leaking precum. You wanted to suck him off so badly with Chrissy. Right now your focus on Chrissy was just as much as she was focusing on you. Tugging strands of her hair you let her nibble and suck on your hardened nipples. She groped your breasts and squeezed them giving them equal attention.

"Fuck Chrissy that feels nice. Let me take care of you now."

She reluctantly stopped pleasing your breasts for the moment as she licked up your body and met your lips in a deep kiss letting Steve get a good view. You did the same for her in return sucking and nibbling, biting, pleasing her nipples and breasts like you knew you liked it. Hopefully, she would enjoy it too. It was erotic and orgasmic.

"Mm so good Y/N," Chrissy cooed only further encouraging you.

Even though Steve was watching you were so into Chrissy at the moment it almost didn't matter to you. Steve couldn't resist and removed his skirt then underwear and began to stroke himself as he panted and threw his head back.

"You like this huh Chris?" You teased as you squeezed her nipples and groped them which she seemed to enjoy.

"I love it," she assured you eyes locked with yours. Chrissy was so into it further excited you and Steve too.

Noticing Steve stroking himself you got an idea. Meeting Chrissy's lips in a kiss you squeezed her ass. As you move down her body you remove her panties with your teeth you had a good view of her pussy.

"Fuck so hot baby!" Steve encouraged as he rubbed his cock faster. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Mm, let's join Steve on the bed I want to suck his cock don't you?"

She nodded and bit her lip.

"Y-yes please," she stammered as she looked at you with a glint in her eyes.

Putting your witch hat back on before going over to the bed you smiled as you began to stroke Steve's cock and stared at his happy trail. Chrissy was next to you and cradling his balls as he looked like he was feeling pure bliss. Taking him into your mouth you pumped his shaft and sucked the head.

"Fuck baby yea do that!" Steve encouraged as he leaned back and tugged your hair.

Chrissy licked his balls as she looked at you sucking his cock. You wanted to make your man feel so good and had Steve right where you wanted him. He tasted so good and was so thick and veiny with the perfect girth.

"Fuck so good! My little witch!" Steve proclaimed as he let you use your beautiful mouth on him. He loved your blowjobs.

Using spit as lube you rubbed it over his shaft before taking him as deep as you could go practically choking as Chrissy looked at you seemingly impressed.

"She's so good at that," Chrissy mused as you spit and slobbered all over his cock.

"She sure is. Fuck!" Steve bellowed as he threw his head back and thrust his hips as he bit his lips enough to draw blood.

Chrissy loved watching him as you pleased him and as he held your hair back she placed kisses on your back and squeezed your ass and the material of your black fishnets. Popping off Steve's cock you offered her a taste.

"Your turn Chris," you cooed as you let her have a turn.

Steve was in pure bliss as he felt Chrissy's wet and warm mouth envelop his cock doing her best to take him as completely as she could. The part of his shaft she couldn't fit into her mouth she stroked as you cradled his balls and kissed him.

"Mm fuck baby her mouth is like heaven," he mumbled against your lips before kissing you deeply with his tongue.

You were so fully and completely in love with him and watching your man with another woman especially one as beautiful as Chrissy was quite the sight to see.

"That's right, Chrissy gag on it," you encouraged as she ravaged his cock licking and sucking and choking on it too.

"Gonna cum soon!" Steve protested as Chrissy worked her mouth so perfectly.

You squeezed Steve's balls feeling how full of cum they were now. He was close there was no doubt about that. You wanted him to feel good and chase his high but then get hard again soon after.

"Cum for us Stevie. Cum all over my chest," you urged him as he pulled out of her mouth and stroked himself.

You got down on your knees smirking up at him and letting him jerk himself off as Chrissy watched with pure fascination. She was enamoured by the sight of this wanting more than anything to see him cum.

Steve was soon panting and gasping with his head thrown back and his hands moving through strands of his beautiful brown locks. As his warm cum coated your chest, he groped your breasts and squeezed them while also pinching your nipples. He loved the sight and caught his breath once he finished cumming. Eagerly you licked it up and sucked your fingers clean of his delicious cum.

Chrissy came over to kiss you and said "That was so hot."

"You ladies should play with each other while I get hard again. Wanna fuck you both. Sound good?" Steve asked with lust in his eyes and seduction in his voice.

Chrissy and you nodded and he smiled in satisfaction. Sitting in a nearby chair he began to stroke himself as you and Chrissy got on the bed. Kissing down her body you began to spread her legs and spread her pussy lips. Inserting a finger you took notice of how tight she was.

Deciding you wanted to try something new and for the first time, you eagerly began to rub your pussy against hers and kissed her deeply and messily. Steve was panting hard as he stroked and watched.

"Fuck yeah, just like that!" Chrissy moaned against your lips.

"Oh fuck! Shit!" Steve cried out.

Looking at Steve you smiled as you continued to deeply kiss Chrissy your tongues tangling and exploring as you rubbed your firm nipples against her perky ones. She tasted so good. The sounds of your pussies squelching as they rubbed against each other were otherworldly.

"Mm so wet you feel so g-good!" She stammered as Chrissy moved faster barely able to control herself.

Steve was soon at full hardness again and got up walking over to the two of you. Locking eyes with Steve as he laid down on the other side of the bed still watching the show you gave Chrissy another kiss before moving off the top of her.

"I want Steve to fuck me first while I eat that pretty pussy Chris," you told her sounding sure of yourself.

She nodded at your request and stayed on her back spreading her legs as Steve came up behind you and teased his firm and erect cock at your entrance. Slowly and gently he was pushing at your entrance with the tip and holding your hips firmly.

"Ready for me baby?"

"Yes, King Steve."

Steve sunk into your pussy and kneaded your ass. He loved how wet you were as your pussy fully enveloped his cock. He loved how he could always get cock drunk on you. As he began to pound away you fingered Chris with two fingers and the kitten licked her pussy. Her thighs squeezed your head gently as she screamed in orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh fuck baby fuck yes!" She cried out in ecstasy. She was so in love with your tongue.

As your eyes stared into hers she tugged your hair and Steve pounded harder jack hammering you. You loved it though and it was so addicting. He was all you needed and craved besides Chrissy's pussy.

"Fuck yes, Steve fuck!" You cried for him begging for more.

"So pretty devouring that pussy. Eat that pussy and suck that clit! Let daddy watch," he demanded as he smacked your ass causing you to cry more for him.

Your cries came out muffled as you ate her pretty pink clit and devoured her. Steve grabbed your purse taking out rope he knew you kept in it and began to tie your hands up. The wails escaping your mouth didn't faze him any as he made sure the ropes were tight. Holding your head down a bit forcefully he pushed your face further into her pussy.

"Fuck yes eat that clit! Fuck me with your mouth! Yes!" Chrissy moaned so loud it made you gasp in shock.

Steve didn't let up on pulling your hair and holding your head down as he fucked you raw getting lost in the moment. Steve's hip thrusts were a bit erratic and his groans were otherworldly especially combined with Chrissy's pretty gasps and loud moans echoing off the walls. Her hands went to her breasts tweaking her nipples as she thrust her hips into your mouth feeling her orgasm approaching.

Even though you couldn't speak with your mouth full of pussy your muffled cries could still be heard. You were practically wearing her pussy as a muzzle and Steve's angry red tip would no doubt soon be leaking with precum as he hardened inside you and fucked you senseless as if it were the last time he might ever fuck you.

"Mmm, that's a girl eat that pussy you fucking slut!" He admonished with a firm slap to your ass making your cries louder before smacking your ass again and ripping your tights a bit more in the process.

Less than minutes later and without warning he began to pull your head back by tugging on your hair and met your lips in a tongue-tangling and intense kiss. Your pussy felt so stimulated and you were close to cumming but not quite there yet. Your cunt clenched around nothing as Steve eased out of you.

"Sit on Chrissy's face. I want to see just how tight the Queen of Hawkins is," he declared as he guided you over to the pillows and spread Chrissy's legs.

"Mmm yes fuck me, Steve!" She begged as Chrissy licked and bit her lips in anticipation.

Steve went right to work eagerly lining up at her entrance and sliding inside slowly giving her time to adjust. Meanwhile, you were straddling her face and facing Steve. Lowering yourself down she gripped your hips holding them tightly. With your hands still behind your back, Steve leaned in closer to kiss you as he began to steadily fuck Chrissy.

Her pussy was so wet and warm and clenched around his cock so tightly. Chrissy's mewls and gasps only grew in crescendo as Steve pounded into her and grabbed her breasts as you kissed him and whimpered as loudly as you could against his lips.

"Fuck yeah! Fuck her pussy!" You cry out as you ride her face faster and harder about to chase your high.

"Mm make my girl cum, Chrissy," he urged her wanting you to feel good too.

Steve kissed you intensely as your fingers found her clit and rubbed circles on it in tandem with the thrusts he made inside her.

"Mmm yes," she mumbled around your pussy as she applied pressure with her fingers and sucked even biting your pussy lips gently earning yelps of praise from you.

As he moved inside her Steve threw his head back in extreme pleasure. Having his cock buried deep inside to the hilt of Hawkins High head cheerleader was pure bliss for him. Nothing though compared to your pussy it was like heaven to him but fucking her was pretty close to it he soon realized.

"Cum for me, Y/N," Steve pleaded as you screamed in ecstasy signaling you were so close now to your release.

"Yes, Steve gonna cream on her face!" You cried out hysterically.

Steve picked his pace up which made Chrissy cry out louder making the prettiest sounds against your pink pussy. She seemingly loved it and she was devouring your cunt like it was the best thing she ever tasted. As you smothered her with your face she got a good grip on your hips.

"Mm, baby how about you suck my cock and taste her juices?" Steve suggested before pulling out of her slowly.

"Yes please sir," you responded which led to Steve gripping you by your hair and pulling you down so you could get close to his cock.

Pushing you down onto his cock you opened your mouth and sucked loving the taste. Steve went back to fucking her as you ate her pussy at the same rhythm and speed she was eating yours. Chrissy's muffled sounds of pleasure were beautiful as you groaned against her pretty clit.

"Suck it again slut! Now! No questions asked!" he bellowed as he pulled out and shoved his cock down your throat.

He pushed his cock deep down until you gagged and choked spitting all over it and slobbering. You began to cry out as you got close to riding out your high. Steve could always tell by the way you looked at him with your eyes when you were about to cum and how you looked.

"Get on your back and spread those legs again baby I'm gonna make you cum," he instructed.

Grabbing your witch hat on the edge of the bed nearby he placed it atop your head earning a giggle from you. Reluctantly getting off Chrissy's face you lay next to her on your hands and knees kissing her with your tongue thoroughly enjoying it as you tasted yourself and Steve watched.

"Mm so good. Now Im gonna alternate between you both until I make you ladies cum. Sound good? How are you doing Chris?" He coaxed gently sounding concerned.

Chrissy licked her lips and teeth including her faux vampire fangs and smiled wickedly with a glint in her eyes.

"I'm good Steve. Your girlfriend tastes amazing."

Steve leaned in kissing her to taste for himself. He loved your scent and your taste. He got off on it and it was like a high to him. Positioning himself at your entrance once again he bottomed out inside as you hugged his cock gripping it like a vise and a glove.

"Fuck! This is my pussy. Wanna see you touch each other. Come on get creative," he commanded with a firm smack to your ass.

Chrissy's hand went down to your entrance and she inserted two dainty and slick fingers rubbing your clit and whining. Your hands went to her breasts pinching and squeezing them as well as her nipples while Steve pumped away hitting your g-spot.

"Fuck Steve yes gonna cum soon fuck!"

"That's right slut! Fuck her clit and stimulate it!" He bellowed as he cockily ran his fingers through his beautiful locks of brown hair and his cock twitched inside you.

"She looks so pretty with your cock inside her Steve," Chrissy Sultry commented as Steve began to fuck you harder pistoning his hips quickly.

Chrissy continued to caress your breasts as you felt your orgasm washing over you and you cried out his name.

"Steve Im cumming all over your cock!" You whined as your hat fell off from how hard the bed was shaking from him fucking you.

"Mm, that's right cream all over my cock. Gonna give it to Chrissy real good."

Steve pulled out of you and wasted no time licking you up and cleaning you up earning squeals and sounds of pleasure escaping from your lips as Chrissy mewled. Her cunt clenched as she watched him eat and lick your pussy clean.

"Mm, Steve need you to make me cum!" She pleaded wanting to get his cock again and feeling overstimulated.

"Let me watch you fuck her til she cums," you begged as Steve stopped licking your clit and leaned in to kiss you as he slapped your breasts.

With tongues tangling you moaned against each other's mouths. Hearing Steve moan was the sexiest thing and once the kiss broke you kissed Chrissy letting her taste your cum.

"Alright, Chris time to finish you off and cum for you ladies."

Steve lined up at her entrance once again and gave her no time to adjust as he bottomed out and began fucking her at a steady pace rocking the bed hard once again and wanting to chase his high.

"Fuck Steve pound me with that big cock! Jason would never do it this good," she praised him as a cocky grin formed on Steve's lips.

As he split her open on his dick, Chrissy's breasts bounced and you sucked her nipples as one of your fingers moved to her clit adding extra pleasure and causing her to whine and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Fuck no he couldn't. Just need to be fucked senseless by my big cock is that right baby?" Steve chided her as he gave her firm ass a good squeeze.

You kissed her as Steve pumped in and out of her wet entrance his hands firmly gripping her hips for good measure. He loved the way her pussy looked as he fucked her tight hole. Moving down her body you began to flick her clit with your tongue emitting the prettiest cries from her red lips smeared with lipstick. You could tell she was begging for her release.

"Fuck Steve gonna cum all over your dick! The biggest one I've seen," she squealed earning some slaps to her ass and your tongue even deeper in her pussy.

Her taste was insatiable and Steve couldn't wait to get a good taste of it too. His balls were heavy with cum and ached as he was about to chase his high. He was mere moments away from it now.

"Fuck yeah gonna cream my cock like my slutty girlfriend did huh?" Steve teased her as you squeezed his balls feeling how heavy and full of cum they were now.

Chrissy yelped and screamed her cries echoing off the walls. The way you were finger fucking her combined with the way Steve was ferally claiming her pussy and fucking her senseless, she was going to cum so hard and good. It would be insatiable.

"Oh fuck I think Im gonna squirt!" Sounding so sure of herself as her walls clenched his cock as tight as ever and she found her release.

"Mm yes squirt all over his cock," you encouraged her right before you sealed her lips with a kiss and fingered her harder in her special place.

Chrissy began to cum so hard and even squirt for the first time and you watched as Steve took it.

"Fuck yes, that's our girl!" He praised her as she pulled you in for a deep kiss nearing overstimulation now.

Steve pulled out of her and sighed as he stroked his cock. He went right to cleaning her up then shared a French kiss with you. Stroking his cock he began to edge himself. Chrissy got on her knees and worked on licking his cock clean as you played with his balls and sucked them into your mouth.

"Mm make me cum sluts wanna cum all over those pretty breasts and in your mouths," Steve ordered knowing he would be getting exactly what he wanted.

Switching positions you began to deep-throat him and let him face fuck you as Chrissy paid attention to his balls by groping and squeezing them.

"Yeah take it fucking whore!" He chided you as he pulled your hair back and fucked your face senselessly wanting to cum and about ready to go over the edge.

His cock was so big and kept making you choke and gag but you took Steve's pretty cock as best you could. You loved being his fuck toy to use and abuse as he pleased.

"So good seeing you suck your boyfriend like that. So deep," Chrissy praised you before Steve pulled out your mouth and shoved his cock down her throat making her sputter and gasp.

Steve wanted to give you both all his cum to share and he wanted to watch it all with delight. Chrissy hollowed out her cheeks and opened her mouth wide as he used her throat as a fuck hole. It made you incredibly turned on especially seeing the bulge in her throat from his cock.

"Fuck! Gonna cum!" He protested as he rolled to the back of his head, his pace and thrusts became erratic, and he pulled out of her mouth soon cumming all over her chest then yours, and into your mouth's last.

Licking your lips and looking at him you savored his taste. Chrissy did as well daring to swallow which Steve of course noticed.

"Did I say you could swallow? Lick her chest and then spit it into her mouth!" He firmly commanded before slapping her cheek.

"Yes sir I will."

Leaning down she began to suck your left breast and paid particular attention to your nipple before her mouth latched onto your other nipple. You whimpered as she did this still not swallowing. Chrissy licked up your chest and neck and spit all of the cum into your open mouth. You licked your lips savoring every drop of it.

"My good little whore let me see all that cum."

You did as he asked and opened your mouth wide.

"Good. Now spit into Chrissy's mouth."

She opened her mouth wide letting you give her a taste of it. Swishing it in her mouth she waited for Steve's next instruction.

"Now spit it back into her mouth but not all of it."

She nodded and you opened your mouth taking all she had to give.

"Now both of you swallow and kiss."

You did with pure joy as Chrissy did the same as she was instructed to do. As you shared a cum-filled French kiss with Chrissy, Steve watched in pure delight before pulling each of you in for a kiss.

"Fucking whores. I love it."

When you were done making a mess of Jason's bed and after relaxing and coming down from your highs, Steve got up and redressed.

"Well see you ladies again soon right?" He asked as you watched his cute little ass get his Tarzan skirt back on.

"Of course," Chrissy told him cheerfully before blowing him a kiss.

You just lay there and talked with Chrissy and kissed some more before getting dressed again. Picking up the video camera a glint formed in her eyes from her brilliant idea.

"We should make sure Jason finds out about this. Make a video telling him what we did," Chrissy craftily told you.

"Perfect idea. He would be so mad but he so deserves it!"

Long story short, he found out what Chrissy did with you and Steve. Needless to say, he was pissed. From then on and at every party afterward (never again at Jason's but especially at Steve's place) you all hooked up and had the best and hottest time together. The only hotter threesome hotter than with Steve and Chrissy was with Steve, Chrissy, and Eddie in a foursome but that's a story for another time…

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carriedawatermelon · 3 months ago

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Just saw the Ronancetober prompts, so here’s some T-rated Ronance. Heads up, this involves non-specific homophobia from Ted Wheeler (he’s dead here) but is almost entirely about Nancy being loved very deeply, as she deserves.

Prompt: Ghost

Steve’s kids call her Auntsy, a blend his oldest, Robin, had proudly stuttered from her high chair when Steve pointed to Nancy and asked, in his dad voice, “Who’s that, Robbie?”

“Auntsy, Auntsy!”

His wife, Melissa, lovely and kind, caught it on video, along with Steve’s attempts to stifle his laughter and Robin’s cackle in the background. Nancy, for her part, had simply clapped and said, “That’s right, darling. So smart.” With an eyebrow to her partner and Steve, she’d turned to the camera and said, “All you, Melissa. Clearly.”

“Clearly,” she’d agreed.

The name stuck, all five little Harringtons writing birthday cards and calling to give updates to their Auntsy.

Four of the five young Harringtons proceed through the line now, giving her big hugs and whispering variations of, “I’m really sorry, Auntsy.” She hugs them and thanks them and loves them and sends them all to eat something. “We’re here, Nance, whatever you need,” Melissa says, the end of the Harrington line. “Steve and Robin are going to stay to help after, and I can come back too, once I get everyone settled at home.”

“Thanks, Mel.”

“We love you,” she says seriously, big brown eyes on Nancy before they make their way around the room with a barely concealed scowl. “And if you want to leave…”

Nancy smiles at her and hugs her again. “I love you,” she says. “I’m okay. I promise.”

“Mmm,” she says, squeezing Nancy’s hands. “You’re a saint, is what you are.” Leo and Allie, the two youngest, are in a conversation that looks to be quickly approaching a fight, and Mel sighs and gives her an apologetic look.

“Go,” Nancy says.

“I have so much wine for you at home,” she says with a kiss to her cheek.

The smile that breaks across Nancy’s face is real, even though she’s exhausted, and it seems good enough for Mel, who has her arms around two sets of little shoulders, bent and whispering furiously, so fast that Nancy can hardly process it.

Robin’s handling logistics, eyes on Nancy every few minutes, a hand against the small of her back anytime she passes and Nancy isn’t in the middle of talking with someone. She’s a hero. Nancy wants nothing more than to curl up against her in their bed and tell her so. She tries to convey her gratitude now, eyes catching Robin’s, and by the way Robin’s mouth turns up at one side, the way she winks, Nancy thinks she gets it.

“You fell for a real nerd.” It’s the fifth little Harrington, working her way into a hug. She’s got more than six inches on Nancy, finally surpassing her namesake last summer. “I’m really sorry, Auntsy,” she whispers into the space near Nancy’s ear, and Nancy holds her tight for a moment, this human she’s loved since before she was born.

“Dad went to help R1,” she says when they pull apart, coming to stand beside Nancy and leaning into her. “What can I do?”

Nancy catches sight of Steve with his arms around Robin, feels gratitude and affection bubble in her chest. This has been a shit time for Robin, too. The thing that almost made Nancy step away entirely, actually, except her perfect nerd had looked her dead in the eye and told her that they could all fuck off, that she would do exactly what Nancy wanted and anyone else could “eat shit, Nance. I’m absolutely serious.” Nancy loves her profoundly.

“Being here is a big help.” At Robin’s raised eyebrow, she shakes her head, smiles. “Don’t try that with me. I taught you that. I’m serious. There’s nothing right now. Robbie’s got logistics, Mike stepped out for a smoke and Holly’s with Mom getting her kids situated, but they’ll both be back soon. It’s more than enough that you’re here.” Wrapping an arm around her, she lets her voice be tired as she says, “It’s a big help. Believe me.”

Robin wraps her own arm around Nancy, and watches, mouth turning down, as a series of mourners walk past Nancy like she’s not there. When Mike shows up a few minutes later, and Holly a few minutes after that, people begin to wander over, Nancy getting a nod or nothing at all more often than not. Holly, bless her, always tries to correct. “You remember my sister, Nancy,” and Mike, true to character, waffles between ignorance and a deep scowl. Nancy can’t blame him, really. It’s a rough day.

“Auntsy, it looks like they need you,” Robin says loud enough for Mike and Holly to hear. They wave her away, and Nancy tries not to ache at the relief Holly can’t quite hide.

Robin directs her to the kitchen area and then walks them both right through it and out into one of the courtyards, small and quiet in the cold of Indiana November. “Wait,” she says, and a minute or two later appears in her coat with Nancy’s in her hands. Nancy shrugs it on, and Robin guides her to one of the little benches near an empty fountain.

“God, that was bullshit,” she huffs, looking so much like her dad that for a minute Nancy sees him there, patented indignation and furrowed brow. “Sorry,” she says with a wince. “Shit, sorry. I probably shouldn’t have just dragged you away like that. I just…they’re awful. And Mike and Holly are literally no help, like what the actual fuck? These people are walking around you like you’re a fucking ghost at your dad’s funeral.” She takes a breath, such a blend of the people Nancy’s loves, and grimaces. “Sorry. Again.”

Nancy doesn’t try to hold her amusement back, feeling lighter than she has all day, smile tugging at her mouth. “Well, college has really given you quite the vocabulary.”

Robin groans and Nancy laughs, nudges her arm with her shoulder.

“You know, I was always going to love you. No matter how you turned out. Part of the aunt gig. But you really are one of my very favorite people, you know that, Robin Harrington?”

Robin blushes like Melissa, whole face coloring, and she presses back against Nancy as she says, “Yeah, well, you’re one of mine, too. I can’t believe someone so cool dated my dad.”

Nancy laughs again. “Your mom’s very cool.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Robin concedes. “Well done, dad, I guess.”

She kicks at the gravel with her worn Docs, paired unrepentantly with her black tights and long sleeved black dress, and looks over at Nancy.

“It’s okay,” Nancy says. “You can ask, if you want.”

She does, quietly. “Auntsy. Why are you here? Why are you doing so much for him when he…when he…”

“I don’t know,” she says honestly, smiling at the look of surprise on Robin’s face. “You know, they called me first. He and Mom are officially divorced, and I’m the oldest daughter, so. Next of kin. They had no way of knowing we hadn’t spoken in fifteen years, and I’ve always been…Robbie once called me Emergency Barbie.”

“Yikes,” Robin says with a snort.

“Mmm. She meant it as a compliment. We were young. She was, as she told me later, an absolute idiot over me.”

“Yeah, well good to know some things don’t change.”

Robin Harrington’s eye roll is on that list, and Nancy tells her so, gets another one for her efforts.

“Anyway, I fell into it, into the organizing, into the doing, and suddenly I was the one speaking with the funeral director and picking dates and talking to the preacher.”

The preacher, who’d asked Nancy what she’d loved about her father in some well-intentioned attempt to write a personal sermon and had only forced Nancy into a corner. “He was a great driver,” she’d said, and instead of understanding that as the flashing red light that it was, the signal that not all had been well, the preacher had included that in his sermon, along with Holly’s fond reflection on his sense of humor and Mike’s generic sports stories.

Robin had squeezed her hand and tried valiantly to bury her laugh in a cough, while Nancy had flushed bright red and fought tears.

“You’ve got two siblings,” Robin says pointedly. “Two siblings who still talked to him. For some reason.”

“I do.” Nancy confirms, with a gentle hand to Robin’s knee. The vicious, unyielding loyalty is more precious than she’ll ever be able to tell her, but she never, ever wants Robin carrying her burdens. “And I made the choice to do it anyway.”

This is where she straddles the line between recognizing that her niece is a young adult and still her niece. She doesn’t tell her that if she’d left it to Mike there would’ve been no service at all, which might’ve been fine, on reflection, but didn’t feel like it at the time. She doesn’t tell her that Holly has young kids and still treats Nancy like a third parent even as she pushes her away. She doesn’t tell her that she’ll always be their big sister, Ted and Karen’s oldest, and that means something that Steve and Melissa have tried to make sure it doesn’t mean for Robin. She certainly doesn’t tell her that she might always feel the need to show she’s good enough, better than good enough, or that this is in some ways her last fuck you to her father, his dyke daughter the only one willing and able to do this for him.

“Yeah, no.” Robin’s not having it. “They’re grown ups. Not saying you didn’t have a choice, or whatever, but whatever the fuck’s going on in there is totally ridiculous, especially because they let you do all the work.”

“It’s complicated,” she concedes, and thinks of the days she used to sit with her dad and read the newspaper, the smiles that became rarer and rarer as she got older, the way Holly didn’t seem to grow out of his affection the same way.

“I’m sorry,” Robin says. “I don’t mean to make it worse.”

“Oh, sweet girl.” She hugs her, and Robin makes herself smaller, tucks her face into Nancy’s neck. “You didn’t. You have made this day so much better. Thank you.”

“It was his loss.” Her voice is wavering, and Nancy holds her tighter, tears pricking at her own eyes. “He missed out on one of the best people in the world. I’m sorry, Auntsy. I’m sorry he didn’t do better.”

“I love you, kiddo.”

“Love you, too.”

Robin finds them there a few minutes later, little Robin talking through her course selection with Nancy, matching frowns of concentration on their faces.

“Big bird,” she says with a nod to Robin and doing a terrible job of concealing the worry in her voice. “Love of my life,” she says, bending to kiss Nancy’s forehead and ignoring Robin’s retching noise. “It’s cold and the service is about to start.”

Robin scoots closer to Nancy, and her other aunt fits herself onto the seat with them, linking her fingers with Nancy’s along the back of the bench.

“Do you want to go back inside?”

Nancy considers, has no interest in feeling like a ghost, in feeling the presence of any others. “No,” she says, and both Robins grin.

“Understood. Give me five.” She presses a kiss to Nancy’s lips this time, and Robin gives a long suffering sigh but she’s smiling when Nancy looks over to her.

Five minutes later, the rest of the Harrington crew arrives carrying hot chocolate. “It’s the shitty church kind,” Steve says, and Melissa rolls her eyes. “But at least they’re the ones with marshmallows, and I stole the coffee supplies to make it with milk, so.” He presses a cup into Nancy’s hands and then kisses her head, does the same to little Robin.

“I brought cookies,” Robin says, triumphant from the doorway to the fellowship hall a minute later, and Nancy’s pretty sure the delighted cries of the kids can be heard at the service, but she can’t bring herself to care.

She finds herself sandwiched between her favorite Robins, Melissa scooting another bench close while Steve starts a game of soccer on the grass outside the courtyard with the younger kids.

“Need anything?” Robin says quietly, while Melissa and little Robin chat about dinner plans.

“You,” she says, kissing Robin’s flushing cheek.

“My god.”

“Oh, hush,” Melissa says. “Have you told your aunts about how the front porch swing broke?”

“She has not,” Nancy says, linking her arm through her Robin’s and settling back into her. “But she was telling me about her spring class schedule and her summer plans.”

Little Robin smiles gratefully, and Robin oooohs. “I wanna know! You know I love a class schedule.”

The two of them start in, and Nancy closes her eyes and lets herself be.

#ronance #ronance fic #ronancetober

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astermath · 1 year ago

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hey aster, happy 1k!!! love your work and you fully deserve all the love💗💗

so i’m sending in a prompt from idiots to lovers (“you’re so cute.” “what did you just say?” “i said you look like a boot.”) for robin buckley because this literally SCREAMS her

aww tysm that’s so sweet, hope you enjoy and ty for sending in a request! <3

♡ aster's 1K celebration ♡

wc: 0.9K

tags: lovestruck robin, crushing, fem!reader (duh), just some pining lol, not rlly proofread! normal sized font below

Robin is a girl that tends to fall hopelessly in love. She can’t simply have a crush, or think someone is cute, no, she always falls head over heels, straight into a vat of hearts and sappy confessions.

And usually that’s fine, that works for her. Her crushes give her a reason to go to school, to get stuff done, to put extra effort into her appearance. But she tends to admire from a distance. She knows how much she talks, and how hard it is to stop talking too.

That’s why she usually just sticks to looking at you from a distance, cheek leaning against the palm of her hand as she daydreams about the dates you could go on. In the timeline where she musters up the courage to talk to you.

But it seems that the universe has other plans. The universe being your English teacher, and the plans being a duo project about a country of your choosing.

You couldn’t choose your groups, which you didn’t mind, you could work with just about anyone. You’re smart, you could probably do this whole thing by yourself.

But to Robin, this was a huge deal. She’d never even talked to you before, besides the one time she had to apologise for bumping into you in the hallway. She still dreams about that interaction.

And now she’s gone for embarrassingly daydreaming about you to sitting in your room, surrounded by books about Italy, writing down interesting facts and discussing the order of the presentation.

But her mind is only halfway there. It’s hard to focus on wine, Rome, and pasta when you’re sitting right in front of her like this. The sunlight coming through the window is hitting your skin just right, she can smell your perfume, and your PJ shorts are the cutest she’s ever seen.

“So, do you have anything to add, or can I start writing out my part of the presentation already?”

“You look so cute.” The words leave her lips before they can even register in her own brain. It’s like her body has decided it needs to tell you how adorable you look, without her mind being able to pull the brakes at all.

You look up, quirking an eyebrow, clearly confused by what you’ve heard. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

“Ah! I, uh—“ She sits up straighter, her eyes averting to the papers scattered in front of her, cheeks tinging pink from embarrassment. She’s not great at coming up with excuses, but she doesn’t exactly have a choice right now.

“I said you uh… You look like a boot.”

Shit.

She could have slapped herself right then and there.

'Seriously, Buckley? A boot? That’s the best thing you could come up with? Not fruit, or something else nice?'

“Oh,” You look up, scratching the back of your neck for a moment. “Well, like a nice boot?”

“What qualifies as a nice boot?”

“I don’t know,” you smile, leaning backwards onto your hands. “I like cowboy boots. And gogo boots are cute too.”

“Huh. I see.” She tries not to make it seem like a big deal, but she enjoys learning small things like this about you.

A few moments pass, and she’s already got her nose shoved back into a book while you try to write down a good introduction.

“Did you actually have something to add though?” You ask, looking up from your paper.

“To the presentation?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I don‘t know.” She puts the book down, thinking it over for a moment. “Maybe that the word America comes from the Italian language?”

"Huh, seriously? That's really cool." You smile, and it makes the blood rush straight to her cheeks again. You're already noting it down under the 'fun facts' section of the presentation, your pen scribbling away as Robin tries to compose herself.

"Yeah, uh, Vespucci came up with it. Italian explorer." She fiddles with the bit of frayed fabric at the hem of her shirt to keep her hands busy.

"You're really smart, aren't you?" You flash her another smile, and she thinks it actually might kill her this time. There's no way someone could look this pretty.

"Oh, uhm... I-- I guess." She chuckles bashfully. "You're pretty smart too, though. You always know the answers to like, every question in class. Even though you never raise your hand."

You grin, knowing damn well that's out of pure laziness and not shyness at all. "Yeah, I guess so. 'M glad I got stuck with you on this assignment though. You're full of interesting facts, Buckley."

She smiles, averting her eyes in hopes of not looking like the complete lovestruck fool she is. "Yeah, well, maybe I'll teach you some Italian here and there too."

"Wait-- you speak Italian?" You sit up straight, eyes practically sparkling after finding out this new juicy bit of information.

"Well, only halfway so, but I like learning languages. Keeps the brain juicy, you know?"

You chuckle at that, leaning your elbows onto your knees and letting your cheeks rest on your palms. "You're somethin' else, you know that Buckley?"

"You're one to talk."

"Well, you did say I looked like a boot. I guess that counts as 'something else'."

The both of you start laughing, and suddenly she doesn't feel so bad about her slipup from earlier anymore. Or this project. Bless the universe for putting her in your room that day.

#robinmath #aster writes stranger things #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley fic #robin buckley oneshot #aster's 1K celebration!

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littlefankingdom · 1 year ago

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I watched the One Piece live action and here are some notes I took.

I'm a huge One Piece fan since I was like 10-ish? And so, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about it. It had a lot of impact on my personality (Nico Robin is my role model). This live action adaptation matters to me and I'm going to rant. Spoilers ahead.

The director is a woman, and one of the two writers is a woman. Manga and anime are male dominated hobby (and the comic's world is sexist), so the live action of the most popular shōnen being run by women is so great, imo. Also, it's pretty successful, in contrary to other attempts, so it's a win for women.

Garp's actor is a very handsome man. Wtf, they made Garp hot. He also has a beautiful Welsh accent, which is great because it's an accent that gives a "tough guy" impression. At least, it does for me.

Luffy's actor is perfect. This Luffy is slightly different from the original one, but he's perfect in his own way. I will die and kill for him. Also, him being brown with a white grandpa is so good, it had a racial gap between the two of them, where there are already a generational one and a moral one. Like, the white grandpa in the army do not understand how his brown grandson do not like the gov, because he doesn't see it from where he is when the kid does.

Alvida's actress is so beautiful, she's so pretty. I suddenly support women's wrongs.

Damn, the violence is going up a notch (Roger executed on screen, Mr 7's body cut in half, MERRY IS FUCKING KILLED,...)

The actors for Koby and Helmeppo are queer (They/Them pals) Oda is, once again, showing his support to the trans community.

I do not like the colors. It's too dark for One Piece, imo. Look at how saturated the colored pages are, I would have preferred it to be more saturated. I know, this is because of the CGI (issues are less perceptible this way), I'm going to need to make some edits. But, they didn't have to do it to the costumes too. Like, Buggy, except from his hat, his outfit is not flashy like it should be. Would help with the colored hair if it was more colorful and flashy.

Young Luffy wear the same shirt as in the manga is a nice touch.

THERE'S A CAVENDISH'S WANTED POSTER IN SHELLS TOWN!

Dead bodies smell strongly, and Zoro is bringing half of one in a bar???

Episode 2 is pure art. I love it so much.

Buggy is attractive, wtf. I find him more pretty than Shanks.

Bogard is so cool looking. I'm gonna die if Hina is introduced one day (she's going to be so cool)

They changed the "If you’re gonna point your gun toward someone, you better use it" scene. The new one is cool, but the original is iconic.

THE MUSIC WHEN LUFFY REALIZES THAT SHANKS LOST HIS ARM! It's like the orchestra is interrupted, incredible, love it.

Nami and Zoro's siblings' energy is so strong.

Kaya and Nami interraction about the dress "it belonged to my mother" is so good, Nami gets uncomfortable because she also lost her mother and knows how it is to cherish her memory. But Kaya is nice and share it with her, which break her view of rich folks.

The decor's department must have had the time of their life for this show. It's a great job.

Zoro wanting to wear black and drink wine in the 3 episode, he's already embodying being Mihawk's adopted brat.

Kaya makes the oof roblox sounds when she slapped Usopp.

Usopp x Kaya let's gooooooooooo my boy deserves the best (Oda confirming a romance with one of his protagonists is huge)

Zoro IMMEDIATELY trying to look at something else the moment Kaya kisses Usopp.

Luffy sitting on Going Merry with "We Are" playing... Art.

Without a cook, they are eating pasta, with some fruit and drink (just like me, fr).

Garp is wrecking a brand new ship!

Episode 5 Title Card, my beloved.

Mihawk music, and voice, and character: beautiful.

"Oh, I do like your hat." Mihawk to Luffy upon meeting him, great.

Sanji needs to stop talking about food, I'm getting hungry but I'm broke and a terrible cook.

"Oregano is for savages!" 😂 ok kiddo.

Me watching Zoro nap for a whole episode because of 1 cut: "Bro, you’re going to go through so much worse, you better stop whining rn"

The "YES, YES WE DO" after Sanji says "heard you guys need a cook" is so good.

Sanji is, like, the only one after Nami to have the most experience sailing, they fucking need him.

Buggy coming back all the time is perfect. Love him.

Having Bell-Mere slaps Nami was not ok. Y'all are ruining a character I loved.

Sanji knows a man that can cook well is attractive.

Usopp and Luffy are 17 and drinking, and Koby is 16. Underage drinking baby 🍻

Garp is already having the crisis he has during Marine Fort Arc, it’s going to be difficult for him.

Buggy be swinging being carried by Sanji, who's fighting.

Luffy breaking Arlong's sword axe thingy is badass.

The fishmen are so ugly and weird looking

Buggy saying "I'm gonna get out of here" with 🖕🤡🖕(If we ever get young Ace, I expect so much vulgarity from his little shit mouth)

Usopp exploding star was badass.

Sanji's ass after Mouton Shot.

Zoro "Yeah, you're gonna fit in just fine" means you're as crazy as all of us

Sanji opening is arms for Nami and Nami ignoring him to hug her bros, lol.

Arlong Park destruction be crazy.

Sanji little laugh.

Luffy is a true bestie to Usopp.

It’s the confrontation from after Seven Arc

It's Logue town after right? Like, where Luffy's father is introduced? With the comparison to Roger? But they just compared them, are they going to do it again?

The wanted poster is the exact same, with usopp in the background.

Employee of the month lol.

Alvida and Buggy meeting, the bad bitches.

Mihawk and Shanks!!! (Shanks gave him the "ableist pos" look, lol)

Smoker introduced -> Logue Town

#one piece #opla #opla spoilers #my ramblings #it's not understandable and I don't care

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adelineraineswrites · 2 years ago

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Steve Harrington Headcanons

Personality (ish) Stuff

Autistic (very very particular with how he does his hair, his car, his room, etc.)

ESFP

Marigold/mustard yellow

The pierced friend to Eddie's tats. It starts with getting his ears pierced, then cartilage, brow, nose, maybe a belly button one on a dare, but he finds he likes it, so he keeps it.

He and Tommy definitely had a thing when Steve was still a douchebag. Can see him maybe having a thing with Billy, too, when he's deep in his wallowing and self-deprecation, and he doesn't think he deserves better/deserves what he got from Billy.

Very much a hands on/kinesthetic learner.

Has vision problems, audio processing issues, and migraines on occasion from the head trauma.

Christmas Mom TM

Has a savings account that he regularly puts money into. His parents inconsistently cut him off that at some point, if they do give him any money, he puts it into savings. Also contributes when he starts working more regularly.

Platonically and romantically, loves being called: princess, baby girl, pretty boy/girl, honey, sweetie.

Keeps his nail bat in his car, usually wrapped in a towel to make sure no small injuries are sustained by accident. If his PTSD or anxiety are super high, he'll have it by his side nearly all the time.

Likes booty shorts; also got into tennis skirts and other pleated skirts by proxy. Likes how they twirl.

Has an aversion to stuff high on his neck. Just below or loose popped collars are fine, but doesn't like necklaces or turtlenecks.

Definitely got into Marvel Comics at some point and found himself relating to Iron Man. Something about being a spoiled rich kid with distant parents, has taken tumbles in his own life, has had to prove time and again that he's capable and changed, and cares for the family he's found.

Favors dogs. But would also give a cat love and attention, and even take in a stray or two.

Always runs hot.

With the Others

Gossips with Robin like they're moms in a wine club

Pretty much canon, but would beat someone's ass up for those he loves. But I'm more so talking in the you just say 'kick their ass' and he'll do it, no questions asked.

The only people he trusts to touch his hair are: Eddie, Nancy (after she gets the perm), Lucas, and Erica, because they at least have some semblance or understanding of haircare and styling.

Learned how to style and braid afro/super curly hair for Erica, Lucas, and Eddie so they could have someone help them when needed.

Gives great piggy back rides.

Kinky

100% has a big dick

Can be dominant in bed, in the sense that he is fully capable of lifting and carrying people with relative ease.

Breeding Kink; admittedly this is going off what was mentioned to Nancy, but it's not specific to her or even specific to any gender. There is something there about wanting to be a father (especially a better one than his own dad), and loving the goobers he already takes care of, but there's something about the riskiness of it, too. As much as he loves the goobers, he'd like one or two kids of his own, too.

Okay with daddy being used on him, but only really in the instances of the breeding kink. Otherwise, he is babygirl 88% of the time.

Can eat pussy within an inch of his life, but definitely did lots of research and practice to get there.

Gets pegged, preferably by women. It's about power (think Markiplier with Lady Dimitrescu)

#steve harrington #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things headcanons #stranger things

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trashmouth-richie · 2 years ago

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TWIN FLAMES

Eddie Munson x female!reader

“You and I we are embers from the same fire, dust from the same star, echoes of the same love.” -Craig Crippen

Summary: Your boyfriend Steve is everything you’ve ever wanted. Handsome, kind, a great lover. Nothing could ever stray you away from him. Or is there?

<w/c> 5.7k (1/??)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x y/n female!reader Eddie Munson x y/n female!reader Vickie x Robin

Warnings: underage alcohol use, drug use, fighting, mentions of child abuse, mentions of murder.

A/N: happy saturday, this is a first ever fic for me! Like everyone on the planet, I am obsessed with Eddie Munson, I’m nervous very nervous to be posting this! But feedback is greatly appreciated! Also shout/out to @boomhauer for reading this and giving me advice ❤️‍🔥

knock knock no vecna here ❗️his crusty ass does not exist in this fic and will never

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You and Steve Harrington have been dating since freshman year. Both of your dads went to Harvard together and you had known Steve since you were infants. Always together during the holidays and weekend trips to Indianapolis, your friendship blossomed into something more. He wasn’t always big hair and a cute ass in jeans, he was once a pimply preteen with a puberty voice and braces. But it didn’t matter, you loved him then and loved him now. Going into your senior year you couldn’t wait to graduate high school and leave Indiana behind with Steve by your side. You had both already talked about going to Harvard to follow in your parents footsteps. It was the perfect, ideal life you had always wanted. It was a safe option, And you were smitten.

Living in Bridgeport which is east of Hawkins about 15 miles and an even smaller town than Hawkins, you didn’t really know anyone besides Steve’s friends that went to Hawkins High. So when he picked you up on that hot July night to go to a party at some farm in Hawkins, you didn’t expect to meet anyone in particular.

“Steve can you please slow down, I’m going to poke my fucking eye out back here!” Robin yells from the backseat, Robin had been trying to achieve the perfect smoky eye look for the last 10 miles.

“Oh piss off Robin, Vickie will be too busy staring at your boobies to notice whether or not your eyeliner is even” Steve shoots back.

You stifle a giggle, their banter is something you miss during the school months when you’re dealing with the assholes at your school. Steve squeezes your thigh and gives you a wink before turning up the radio and singing along to REO Speedwagon.

“Hey did you guys hear that Susie and her family are moving to Hawkins?! I thought Dustin was going to lose his voice when he told me he was screaming so loud” you added through the car.

Steve turns the radio down and agrees, “yeah he was pretty excited, honestly I am too it’ll be nice to actually meet her instead of listening to him talk about her 24/7”.

“Fucking finally!” Robin says as Steve pulls up to the large nearly run down barn. Usually the parties you accompany Steve to are at his house but, both of your parents were there throwing a “Wine Club” party for the Hawkins elite. So Tommy Johnson, who must have been a senior like Steve, decided to have the pre holiday celebration at his parents abandoned barn. It made you feel a little uncomfortable drinking somewhere you’ve never been before. Both Steve and Robin assured you it was cool, Tommy’s parents were friends with the Hawkins Police and they never bothered to even check in.

Robin is the first out of the car before it’s even in park, she grabs her bottle of Boonesfarm from the trunk and makes her way over to where Vickie is dancing along to Michael Jackson. Before you can even unbuckle your seatbelt, Robin and Vickie are all over each other. You clear your throat to Steve pointing out Robin and Vickie. Steve rolls his eyes and laughs.

“She deserves to be happy, it took her a long time to find someone who wasn’t just using her for a one time experience”. A single tear wells up in his eyes and you can see how incredibly happy he is for his closest friend.

Robin truly is one of a kind. Taller than most girls and uniquely her own, Robin was sweet and your first friend from Hawkins outside of Steve. In the 4 years you’ve known her, she has never forgotten your birthday or your and Steve’s anniversary. You had heard of the awful things people would say to her knowing that she was different, the popular girls even accused her of staring and taking pictures of them in the locker rooms while changing for P.E. She was the town pariah until Vickie showed up, saving Robin in ways no one else could.

Slamming the door shut to the car and making your way over to Steve, you smile up at him as he wraps his arm around your waist walking into the Christmas light lit barn.

A mixture of gravel and loose dirt grating beneath your shoes is muffled as music begins pounding through your ears. The barn is crowded and sweltering, sweaty bodies are bopping along to the music. Beer is spilled all over the wooden splintered floor becoming puddled in places the old floor has been warped from use. Looking up seeing Steve wave to some familiar faces, you start to recognize a few people who are regulars at Steve’s parties.

Nancy and El are opposite Jonathan and Mike; a long makeshift table between them. The closer you get you notice the “table” is a door, ripped off its hinges and sitting atop two sawhorses. Red plastic cups filled to the brim with warm cheap beer are set in a triangle in front of the girls, only two cups missing. Across the table, four cups are arranged in no particular pattern in front of Jonathan and Mike. Clearly the girls are whooping their asses in beer pong.

“El! No powers, it's not fair!!” Mike yells removing another cup as Johnathan chugs one previously removed. El wipes her nose and high fives Nancy.

“Balls back bitches!” Nancy squeals, jumping up and down. You wave politely to the crew and they all hoot and holler back at you and Steve. Max and Lucas are standing hip to hip in a small crowd watching Max’s brother Billy do a keg stand and cheering and counting along,

“25, 26, 27….”

“That’s a fucking record Hargrove!” a tall red haired teen shouts holding his hands up to his mouth imitating a megaphone, a cigarette staggering between his fingers and ashes falling like snow to the ground.

The teens holding Billy’s legs set him down as he throws both arms up in the air like a boxer being announced champion. He leans his head back, hair sticky with sweat, eyes glossed over clearly the effects of another stimulant. He puckers his mouth as if to whistle but instead spits beer in the air towards the crowd. You watch as the girls in the crowd open their mouths to catch any fallen drips of beer from the atmosphere as if Billy is the second coming of Christ himself.

Steve gives you a look of disgust and rubs on your back and guides you both towards a beat up green patterned couch. You know Steve is not Billy’s biggest fan, only tolerating him because of Max, calling him an outright unhinged psycho. He frequented Steve’s parties and made his presence known by doing the infamous keg stands. Girls flocked to him, hoping to become his flavor of the night like he was a goddamn celebrity.

Careful not to sit on the exposed springs on the beat to shit couch, you scoot to the end of the couch, leaning against the side taking in the smells of dusty hay, weed, and spilled alcohol. Steve grabs you a beer before plopping down next to you throwing his arm around your shoulder. He leans into you and whispers “you’re the prettiest girl here y/n” in your ear before kissing your temple and blowing a raspberry into your ear. You squeal and dig your maroon painted fingers into his armpit knowing that’s his most ticklish spot. You both laugh and share a kiss, cuddled up as you watch the party and giggle as people start dancing terribly to ‘Thriller’.

“Oh shit, hey babe I’m gonna go talk to Tommy really quick, you okay here for a bit?” Steve whispers into your ear. You nod and he gets up, leaning down to give you a quick kiss on your lips.

“Be right back!” He says, as he saunters off through the crowd.

Tapping your foot along to the music, you take some long swigs of your beer. letting your mind wander. It's crazy to you how close you are to being a senior and how not soon after that you will be going to college with Steve. Both of your mothers had talked you both into getting senior pictures done together last month. It was a perfect cool June morning that day and you and Steve had on slightly matching outfits, light faded jeans with white button ups. Your mother was tearing up behind the photographer as Steve’s mother clung to her wiping her nose. You can’t believe how lucky you were to have Steve in your life. He was your first everything, boyfriend, kiss, you both were virgins before each other. It was perfect. You couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with Steve and to become Y/n Y/m/n Harrington.

Soon your beer is gone and Steve has left the sixer in the trunk. Looking around you spot another keg opposite where the one Billy and his cronies were. You get up making your way across the party lightly bumping into peoples shoulders and squeezing your way around a couple making out. Nobody is around the keg when you finally spot it. Eyeing a plastic cup you place the nozzle into it and begin pumping the tap on the keg— nothing happens. A small trickle of cream foam makes its way out of the nozzle falling into the cup like molasses. Well that settles why no one is around the keg.

Standing on a nearby crate you look around the barn for Steve. Shouldn’t be too hard, just need to find that perfect suave head of his, he isn’t called “the hair” because he uses Irish spring as shampoo. But to no avail, Steve is nowhere in site. You climb down from the crate and begin pushing your way back to the other keg Billy has claimed for himself. Walking through a dense cloud of weed smoke you hear someone singing “Free Bird” and two other voices giggling. Coughing a bit and nearing the keg, you hear Billy shouting at someone.

“Hey watch it dick!” Billy is now wearing a pink sweater? No wait, that’s a girl wrapped around him like a leech, her mouth still attached to his neck as he yells.

“What the fuck did you say to me Hargrove?” a guy in a green letterman jacket yells back.

“I said, watch where you’re throwing that tic tac you call dick around before I knock your ass out” Billy grunts pushing the girl off of him and stepping towards the other guy so that they are nose to nose. He is sweating profusely and wearing a big purple hickey where the human sucker fish girl was previously.

They are both staring at each other with looks that could kill. “Oh real—" the comeback is cut short by Billy as he leans back and throws a hard punch right into the other guy's jaw.

The guy stumbles backwards into his friends as he caresses his jaw. He stands to his full height and shoves Billy backwards. Everyone starts yelling and you realize you are in a compromised position. You aren’t sure how it happens but you are caught in the mix of the fight and before you know it, you get knocked backward, hard.

Your head connects with a loud thwack as it hits a wooden post extending upwards to support the old barn. Almost immediately you can feel the headache pumping through your eyeballs. Sitting up as the room begins to spin and touching the side of your head, you can feel a warm thick liquid beginning to pool on your shoulder. The cut feels small but since you have been drinking the blood comes quickly. Before you can even understand how to get out of the barn or to find Steve, arms come behind you and under your arms, helping you stand up and ushering you towards the door to outside.

“Move! Get the fuck out of the way!” The voice behind you says. You’re fading in and out. You suddenly feel the lightness of your body floating. A bed? No, a cloud has wrapped around you and is carrying you higher and higher to the sky. The sensation is comforting and you can hear someone talking to you in a sweet angelic voice. When you finally open your eyes, a pair of warm rough hands are holding your face, a slight sting to them.

You look up to see a pair of melted hershey's kiss eyes staring back at you.

But they aren’t the usual brown eyes you are used to seeing. These eyes are so brown they could fill a naughty kid’s stocking at Christmas. The ones you always see are lighter— like little pots of honey. The shape is different too, these are big, almost doe like. The outline of a face finally comes into view. It’s not one you recognize. You blink repeatedly trying to focus your vision on who is in front of you.

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“FUCK JULY!” Eddie shouts to anyone who will listen. “It’s hot, sticky, fuck— how the hell am I supposed to wear a leather jacket if it’s 110 degrees out here?!”

“Simple, you don’t” Jeff says wiping his brow. “But if you would shut the hell up we could get done faster”

“Why the fuck did you want to do this outside?!” Gareth whines.

Tonight was the night any small town drug dealer waits all year for. All the jock bastards and their girlfriends and their older brothers and sisters are home for the 4th of July holiday and the only thing they are looking for is to get high. And since Reefer Rick was locked up since April.. Eddie is the main attraction.

Instead of Eddie’s usual lunch box he toted around for quick deals, he turned the back of the van into a full blown operation. The three teens have been rolling joints and blunts since sun up this morning. The morning was a decent 75° but once the wind died down it was game over for the metal heads. Gareth had seriously been thinking of cutting off his jeans into a daisy duke type outfit. Eddie, refusing to do anything not metal, was full clad in jeans, leather jacket and shaggy curly hair. Jeff had retired his shirt and tied it around his head in a makeshift bandana.

The thing about Forest Hills trailer park is that there is next to zero shade. So there they were, huffing it out in the back of Eddie’s van, arms coated in sweat and hair stuck to the back of their necks. Each getting more and more irritated as the day goes on.

“Alright boys let’s split these up into bags: 5 to a bag on the left and 10 to a bag on the right.” Eddie directs.

Jason Carver had been the one to make the call to Eddie and specifically ask for weed and coke for Johnson’s party tonight. That white powdery shit is a BIG payday for Eddie and as much as he hates carrying it, never having even touched it himself… Okay fine! There was that one time where Rick and Sal had convinced Eddie to snort a pixy stick, and it turns out they traded the sugary colored powdered candy out for coke. Yeah hilarious. Since then, Eddie hasn’t touched the shit, but knowing it was a “rich man’s” drug he really couldn’t resist the extra cash. And if it would take all day to arrange the drugs to make a big sale, he would do it.

With everything set up and ready to go Eddie stands to his feet hitting his head with a thud on the roof of the van.

“Jesus H Christ!” He grunts, rubbing his thick, tangled and sweaty hair against his head.

“Alright boys,” Eddie says now leaning forward and ducking out of the van, “I’m gonna take a shower and I suggest you both do the same if you plan on trying to get laid tonight.”

Jeff lets out a laugh wiping his face with his bandana shirt combo and hopping out of the van, “what time you picking us up Eddie?”

“Yeah no shit, I still have to get Mark to buy us some booze” Gareth chimes in.

“Ehh 9:30 and not a minute later, here’s $20 for my beer.”

Eddie says handing Gareth the money. He slips it into his pocket and they disappear in Jeff’s car, a cloud of dust trailing behind them out of the trailer park.

Eddie stretches the cramps out of his long legs and climbs the steps up to the trailer. The blast of lukewarm air hits his face and the relief enters his pores and begins the cooling sensation all over his body.

After taking a longer than normal cold shower only getting out after hearing Uncle Wayne pounding on the door, “Damn son, you better have all of your laundry in there washing it by hand with how long your skinny ass has been in there for wasting that water!” Eddie emerges from the bathroom with a towel hung low on his hips.

“Sorry” he chuckles to Wayne. “It’s just fucking hot out today”

“Listen I don’t want to know what you’re doing in there just try to cut it short alright” Wayne says tussling Eddie’s wet hair giving him a grin through parted lips a cigarette hanging between them.

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Finally getting ready and picking up the boys, Gareth, Eddie and Jeff made it to Johnson’s barn and are shotgunning cool beers in celebration. Suds run down Eddie’s chin and he wipes them away with the back of his hand. The deal between Eddie and Jason has been dealt with and all that was left in the van were a couple of joints.

Gareth is hunkered down in the back of the van doing smoke tricks trying hard to impress some junior girls. Eddie looks back and gives his friend a thumbs up and a shit eating grin. Jealousy is something that comes quickly to Eddie. Not that he was jealous of Gareth, hell no. He just was jealous that a girl was paying attention to him in that way, well any sort of way.

Eddie always thought of himself as not only a lost sheep but a black sheep as well. “Stealing, dealing, Victor Creelin’” that was the ‘Munson men’ mantra that was engraved in his brain since he was 7 years old. And as badass as that sounded, he just didn’t fit the bill.

Instead of stealing whatever was valuable and doing shady deals and killing whoever got in the way like his dad, Eddie started working full time at only thirteen years old in the summer time for Jimmy at his garage in town. Begging Jimmy and promising he wouldn’t turn out like his old man, Eddie was a natural at learning the ins and outs of the cars that came through the bays. Jimmy taught him everything he knew from airing up a tire to repairing motors, he took Eddie under his wing and showed him the ropes. Giving Eddie some pride for the first time in his life from someone other than his uncle Wayne.

After being tossed in juvy at eight years old for being an accomplice to a string of gas station robberies and even the murder of one of the clerks and naive enough to think that his dad would take the blame only to pin it all on Eddie: he vowed to never take anything his dad said seriously again. The county finally pulled their heads out of their asses and Eddie was released.

He even gathered enough courage to tell his dad to fuck off when he asked for Eddie’s help one week after his 6 month stay in juvy for one more job, earning him a black eye that the whole town turned their heads at.

But not towards him to see that he was being abused at home, but away from him, regarding him as trailer trash and that whatever happened he probably deserved it. Wayne stepped in after that, being awarded full guardianship over Eddie since his dad was locked up and would be for life.

That was twelve years ago, and Eddie hadn’t seen his dad since. Wayne and Eddie moved on from the past trying like hell to change the “Munson men Mantra”. Wayne was rough around the edges, skin like leather, voice gruff but he was honest, hard working and showed Eddie how to make an honest man’s wage. As grateful as Eddie was for Wayne, there was always something missing. He knew Wayne cared for him but what Eddie yearned for was someone to love him in a way Wayne could not. He wanted to love someone like in those cheesy romcom movies he caught Wayne sometimes watching.

The daydreaming gaze in Eddie’s eyes is lost at the sight of Dustin Henderson and Will Byers double fisting some beer. “Ah, good sirs, what have we here?”

“Eddie! Man I didn’t think you would show up to this party! Mike, Will and I begged Nancy to drag us along. Mike told her that he would tell their mom if she didn’t bring us with! Pretty cool right?!” Dustin brags. Eddie can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous they both look. His Hellfire crew, his little lost sheep that he had a brotherly love for. He would die for these kids and they all knew it.

“Yeah, give me one of those,” Eddie says, grabbing a beer from both of them.

“Hey Eddie I was wondering if I could—” Will stammered.

“Nope you know my rule, I don’t deal to under class-men especially ones whose brothers already buy from me.”

He stops Will before he can even get started. Will hangs his head and pushes around some dirt around with the toe of his shoe.

“Sorry man, I just can’t bring myself to do that. I don’t have many rules but what kind of man would I be if I didn’t have at least one?” Eddie reaches up to ruffle Will’s stick straight bowl cut a bit and gives him a toothy grin.

Jeff takes another long pull of his beer and is dragged by Dustin out into the clearing to have a stick fight.

“Loser has to do the other's homework for a week!” Dustin yells behind him to Jeff.

Gareth and his lady friends have made their way into the barn laughing and swaying along singing “Freebird” leaving Eddie and Will behind the van.

“‘scuse me Will, I gotta drain the main vein” Eddie says crushing the finished beer in his hand and tossing it behind him. Eddie walks to the front of the van setting the cold can from Dustin on the dented, paint faded hood.

“cause I’m as freeeeee as a birrrrrd nowwwww” Eddie sings to himself, unzipping his pants and baring his birthday suit to the blackness around him. Trying to write “Eddie” in cursive in the dirt below him, Eddie hears what could only mean one thing.

“FIIIGHT!” Is screamed from inside the barn, yanking up his pants careful to not zip up his manhood, Eddie runs inside to see what’s going on. Billy Hargrove and some other asshat are punching each other both piss drunk. He’s about to walk out of the barn, when something catches his eye, and that’s when he sees you. Leaned up against a post with blood dripping down your face. Pushing his way through the crowded, drunk, yelling assholes in the barn, he manages to get behind you yanking you up, yelling at everyone to move out of the way so he can get you out of the chaos, your body goes limp and Eddie starts carrying you bridal style to the van. He fishes in his pockets for his keys and tosses them to Will who is still standing beside the van. “Unlock it!” Eddie instructs.

“Oh shit! What happened?!” Will screams. Eddie sets you down in the back of the van holding your head in his hands. “She got knocked out in that fight, here help me, do you know her name?” He asks Will as he leans you up against one of the amps. He gently slaps your cheeks trying to wake you up.

“No, I have no idea who she is,” Will says frantically.

“Come on come on!” Eddie repeats, Your eyes start to flutter open and you look up at him. In that moment Eddie felt as if his entire life meant nothing until this very second. He had never seen anyone quite like you before. But that’s not what kept him staring.

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Fireworks. You swore there were fireworks in those eyes staring deep into your soul. The guy looking back at you was someone you have never seen before, yet it felt like you have known him for years.

He had long curly brown hair, surprisingly plump lips, and those eyes… wow.

“A-are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?”

He takes his hands off of your face and holds up 3 ring adorned fingers. Without your eyes leaving him you manage to stutter out, “th-three”.

“Ah, she speaks” he coos with a toothy grin.

His veiny arms fall to his sides and you take in the rest of him. He has broad shoulders and a slender waist. Tattoos peek out from the collar of his shirt and his sleeves decorating his alabaster skin. He’s wearing a Black Sabbath shirt with black jeans and converse.

“Do you remember what happened sweetheart?” He asks, concern in his eyes.

“I uh.. I think I fell over and hit my head” you stumble over your words.

Your tongue feels like thick and heavy and your mouth is suddenly dry. His hands are on your chin turning it gently to the side to assess your head injury. His fingers feel like a lightning strike against your skin, it’s electric, burning, but oddly comforting.

“I don’t think you need stitches, but here, hold this so it will stop bleeding.” He hands you a wadded up shirt, lightly grabbing your hand and placing it at the site of your cut.

“Will, run to the house and find whatever you can to get this thing cleaned, bandaids, peroxide some water probably to clean her up.”

You didn’t even notice that there was a boy standing beside him. The younger but taller boy runs off towards the house. You aren’t sure if it’s because you hit your head that you didn’t see the other boy or simply because your eyes haven’t left the dark chocolate ones staring into yours since your eyes opened. Your stomach is doing flips and your heart is racing.

“What's your name sweetheart?” he grins at you.

“Y/n” you reply in barely a whisper, mouth still feeling dry.

“I’m uh, I’m Eddie” he stammers out a light shade of blush tickling his cheeks and ears.

Eddie? Hmmm… the name doesn’t ring a bell. But why do you feel like you’ve known him before?

“Are you from Bridgeport?” You blurt out the annoying feeling of knowing someone but can’t remember where taking over.

You couldn’t explain it but there is no way this is your first time meeting him. You feel a powerful unearth like connection to him. Something past the soul, deeper than any ocean, seeing him fills you with a comfort you never knew was missing from your life and suddenly you feel complete.

“No, I’ve lived in Hawkins all my life.” Eddie replies, chuckling lightly. “But it's odd I feel that way too, like I’ve met you before but I can’t understand where.”

Eddie doesn’t know much about science or the Earth’s gravitational pull but this definitely feels like some sort of scientific reasoning as to why he feels this way. He can’t take his eyes off of you. You are both new to him but also recognizable. He’s certain he has never seen you before, he would have surely talked to you if he had. But the loud thumping in his chest is telling him that he knows you. Maybe on a different planet, a different plane. A spiritual one. He doesn’t know and doesn’t care, all he knows is that you’re the one his soul has been searching for. The love he wants to give and reciprocate is right in front of him, in a twist of fate.

You shiver under his gaze realizing how crazy this situation is. But you have yet to look away from him. You can see yourself in his eyes. Like someone is holding a mirror up and you are him, he is you. How can that be? How can you feel this way towards someone you quite literally are just meeting for the first time?

“So you’re not from Hawkins?” Eddie asks, licking his lips and squeezing into the van beside you. He crosses his long legs into a crisscross pretzel situation and you turn facing him. He searches his pocket for a lighter and grabs one of the joints from the baggies on the floor of the van. He holds the joint to his lips, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. He flicks the lighter and you watch as the end of the joint turns crimson and he inhales deeply, holding it in for a few seconds before rocking on his side to lean out of the open van doors, throwing his head back and exhaling into the open midnight sky.

If sex was a physical person to would be him. You have never seen anyone like him in your entire existence. You forget he asked you a question so he asks again.

“Ohh, s-sorry, no I’m uh— hah —- I’m from Bridgeport.” you stutter out. Mesmerized by his good looks.

Eddie blushes again looking at you, he thought for sure a couple hits from the joint would make him relax enough to stop staring or fumbling his words.

“Okay I’m sorry,” he blurts out, “I want to figure this out because it’s bothering me…how— how does it feel like I’ve known you my entire life? Where the hell did you come from? I’ve never seen you before but I also feel like I was meant to meet you.” Eddie says all in one giant breath.

“Y-yeah, me too, I think I know what you’re saying” you sit up on your knees leaning closer into him. “I’m going to ask some questions so we can figure this out”

“Let's do it,” Eddie says, clapping his hands together and rubbing them like a homeless man over a barrel of fire.

“Are you a senior?”

“Yes, third times the charm”

“Me too, only this is my first time, where do you work?”

“Jimmy’s Garage since I was 13, you? Sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re secretly Robert under there and you’re gonna Scooby Doo unzip yourself and scare the shit outta me!”

“No! Oh my God” you say laughing, Eddie is also laughing, his dimples poking out as he smiles. “I work at the Bridgeport pool, kinda a ‘if you can’t beat ‘em join em’ situation I didn’t learn to swim until I was almost 13, I almost drowned once” you admit.

“No way! No fucking way! I also almost drowned but I was a little younger and didn’t learn to swim until I was 12.” Eddie’s face lights up as he looks at you and he leans in a little closer.

Going back and forth for a few minutes you find out that he is in a band and plays at the Hideout, a small dive bar in south Hawkins. You tell him all about your life in Bridgeport, along with being a lifeguard you sometimes babysit on weekends.

So far, outside of the weird coincidences of both being afraid of dogs, and both having birthmarks on your inner elbows. Nothing is adding up. You have never been to the Hideout, nor did you even know that Hawkins had a mechanic shop. Eddie had been to Bridgeport once with his dad as a kid, but that was more than ten years ago. Again that rush of electricity is pounding in your chest, this is too weird, the similarities, the feeling of comfortability with him. Your heart is soaring, you have never felt this way about anyone in your life. It’s like you’re on the same page of a book that only you two have copies of.

Everything about him is drawing you closer to him, he smells like cheap cologne and muted cigarettes. He pulls the hand that’s holding the shirt to your head away to see if it’s still bleeding. His touch is gentle but fierce. Digging around in the back of the van he finds a water bottle and dumps it on the clean side of the shirt.

“I’m not sure if Will is crawling to the house and back but Uhh, hold still I’m gonna attempt some doctor shit” Eddie says giving you a wicked smile.

He cleans the blood away from your face, down your neck, and in your hair. The water is cold and feels good, you can feel his breath in your neck as he wipes it clean.

Your stomach starts to flutter as your mind wanders watching his tongue peek out from his lips in concentration. He is comforting like a warm blanket right out of the dryer. Eddie places his hands on either side of you leaning in, “there, good as new pretty girl” he says with a wink. You blush from his compliment and turn your face away. Eddie grabs your chin forcing you to look at him.

“I don’t know what kind of magnetic pull the universe is doing right now princess, I’ve been fighting this since the moment I laid eyes on you,and —fuck I can’t fight it anymore.” Eddie whispers.

Eddie grabs your face with both hands, his hands warm and the cold stinging of his rings bite at your cheeks, leaving a static currant pulsing from him to you. You feel almost animalistic in the way your body is responding to him. Like you don’t even have to think of what to do your body is ready for his next move. Without missing a beat you wet your lips and lean into him. Your consciousness is screaming a name into your head. But it’s muffled and you can’t make it out. Feeling Eddie’s lips on yours the name finally rings clear.

Steve

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Dating Robin Buckley headcannons

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Robin is the type of girl who will talk your ear off but you just love hearing her voice so you let her rant about something that you don't even know.

She will always be nervous around you even after you started dating. She says it's because she still can't believe that she's dating a goddess like you.

She easily gets flustered.

Easily blushes from any and every compliments you've said.

Forehead and nose kisses. From the both of you ofc.

She likes to be the small spoon.

Is super clingy like a koala.

She likes to let you play with her hair because she says that it's very relaxing.

Is literally super oblivious. It took her like 5-7 dates to know that the both of you were going on a date date not a friend date.

You were dropping Robin off at her house after your date. You really thought that she was going to kiss you tonight but I guess not.

You can't help but feel that she just doesn't feel the same way and just goes out with you because of some sort of pity.

"Robin." You called out to her as she stepped outside your car. She turned to look at you as you said.

"Why haven't you kissed me yet? We've gone on several dates but you haven't even kissed me once. Do you not like me?" Robin was panicking as rushed over to you and cupped your cheeks to give you a kiss

"I- uh- I didn't know- I thought we were just hanging out. Y'know as like- as friends." She'll be so apologetic and she'll swear that she'll make it up to you which you replied with "you better."

Literally after that date, she was all over you. Hugging you, kissing you, clinging to you and using her puppy eyes manipulation everytime she apologizes.

As I've mentioned puppy eyes manipulation! You're mad at her? She'll be using her doe eyes to look at you and pout then apologizes. She knows that you can't resist her being too adorable and does she use that to her advantage? She very much does.

"Robin, you literally ate all of my snacks! Y'know how much I hate watching movies and not munching on anything!" When she turned to look at you, she had this look on her face that she knew she fucked up so she put on her best apologetic look + her puppy eyes.

"NO! NO NO NO NO! YOU CAN'T JUST USE YOUR PUPPY EYES EVERY TIME I'M MAD AT YOU. THAT'S LITERALLY SO MANIPULATIVE ROBS." She then had tears brimming in the corner of her eyes, you sighed which made her knew that you were going to forgive her.

"Fine, i forgive you robs. C'mere and cuddle me. You're going to buy me twice the amount of the snacks you ate." But the both of you knew that she wasn't going to do that, just cuddling with you will make up for what she did.

Speaking of movie nights, when she's working at Family video she will let you pick any movies that you'd like to watch with her. Will she tease you for what you chose? But of course. Will she reject a movie night with her favourite person? How absurd! Of course not.

The both of you will always tease Steve because he's single and existing. You respect him as a single mom though. Of course Robin secretly actually likes him (platonically ofc), she just doesn't show it because Steve is a dingus.

Are another set of adoptive parents of the kids. Your favourites are Max and El but Robin's faves are Max and Will.

The both of you act like the "wine aunts" but are still a parental figure none the less.

You spoil her a lot. Whether it be about giving her gifts, compliments or cuddles etc.

You always knew that Robin deserves the world and you will do anything you can to make her feel that.

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goldenandhappy · 2 years ago

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>I SCREAMED FROM THE HYPE!!! NEWS COOS ARE SO FUCKING HYPE!!!

>Okay there's something special about the sunny. This is too weird. They could have kept the old picture like they did for Nami. But nope. SUNNY! Maybe the WG is suspecting something relating to Wano or Pluton??

>ROBIN FINALLY GOT THE BOUNTY SHE DESERVES! GO KWEEN GO!!!

>The blue flames on Sanji are from the salt he's brewing. I still love you curly-brow ❤️ Don't get too worked up because of some numbers ❤️ You are still worthy and strong and I would definitely marry you.

>Emptee bluffs island. Period.

>can we just take a moment to appreciate that Mihawk and Crocs are basically on private-phone-number terms?

>Mihawk is relocating his wine and his books before anything else. We stan a goth daddy in this house.

>Marine hunter Dracule Mihawk. Pirate hunter Roronoa Zoro. It's all coming together beautifully.

>fuck he's hot.

>Soooo is Buggy calling him "Croco-chan" as endearment only or are we having a confirmation on Croc's "secret"?

>gotta give it to Buggy thought, he's GREAT at selling his usefulness. We love you Buggy. You're great at what you do.

>This is too ominous to be good. Idk what to expect.

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marvelmaniac715 · 2 years ago

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This is part five of my au where Chucky decides to transfer his soul into Stan the chauffeur’s body at the end of Seed instead of going all psycho. The twins are babies again today (Glen has he/him pronouns and Glenda has she/her pronouns, I know they’re non-binary but this reflects them at this stage in their lives) and I love writing them as babies. But they’re one today, and I think this is my favourite part of the au so far.

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It was a battle of wills. Chucky stared into the eyes of his one year old daughter Glenda, desperately waiting for her to speak. Her brother had already said his first word (‘Mama’ to his horror, he’d hoped that his first word would be ‘Daddy’) and now all eyes were on Glenda.

Chucky had tried everything to get her to say ‘Daddy’. He’d put on movies about fathers and children and repeatedly said “that’s his DADDY. Can you say DADDY?” Tiff told him to give it a rest, so he stopped that eventually. He’d repeated it over and over again to Glenda as he prepared her bottle or rocked her, sounding it out phonetically just to help her out.

He’d begged, he’d pleaded, he’d bribed, Tiff was getting sick of it. But Glenda had been emitting some promising gurgles in the last few days (one day she even let out a ‘Da’ to Chucky’s delight) he was sure it was any day now. That brought them up to today.

Glenda was sat in her high chair, Glen was in the high chair next to her playing with a baby board book (chewing on it mostly). Nobody spoke. Tiffany was at the store picking up some groceries. That was usually Chucky’s job, but because Glenda was about to speak any day now he didn’t want to miss that milestone. He’d been at an art gallery when Glen had first said ‘Mama’, so he’d argued that he deserved to hear Glenda’s first word since TiffNy got their son’s.

He was about to start encouraging her to say ‘Daddy’ again when the door opened. Tiffany came in carrying some bags, there was something wrapped in paper tucked under her arm. When Chucky made no move to help her with the groceries she sighed dramatically as if the world was coming to an end and dumped the bags down with a huff. Then she slowly unwrapped the paper from the object she’d been holding.

When it was unwrapped, it was revealed to be a china ornament of Snoopy from the Peanuts comics. Why did she buy that? Both of them had… explosive tempers at the best of times. They broke stuff when they were mad. This ornament would just get destroyed, either by them or their curious (now walking) little bundles of joy.

“Hey Tiff, what did you get that for? We don’t normally have ornaments or fancy shit like that.”

Tiffany sighed again, and leaned over to kiss Glen and Glenda on the tops of their heads in turn.

“I thought it would bring some class to the household. And it’s so cute, isn’t it?”

Glenda reached for it, absolutely fascinated. Chucky went to grab it for her, because it was just out of her reach.

“Here ya go pumpkin.”

He loved giving the twins nicknames that related to their red hair. Pumpkin was one of them, but there was also Gingerbread, Robin, Ginger Spice and (his personal favourite for Glen especially) his Little Good Guy. The other things he called them were either just ‘Baby/Baby Doll’ or a more personal nickname. Glen’s nickname was either Sugar Plum or Angel, because he was such a sweet little boy. Glenda’s nickname was either Piranha or (secretly) Daddy’s Little Killer. What could he say? Glenda was a very… unique child.

Tiffany smacked his hand away when he reached for the ornament.

“It isn’t a toy! I don’t want the babies playing with it!”

With those parting words, she flounced out of the room, probably to drink some wine as she normally did at this time of day. But Glenda was still reaching for the ornament. Then, something incredible happened. Glenda began to babble, trying to form a word.

“D-Da-Di-Du-Do.”

Chucky was so excited, he scooped Glenda out of her high chair and held her high in the air with a grin.

“C’mon Glenda, say it! Say Daddy! Come on, you can do it baby girl.”

Glenda grinned happily and tried again.

“D-Da-Di.”

Any second now. It occurred to him that he should go get Tiffany, but this moment was just for him, he didn’t care. Glenda was almost there, she just needed one more nudge.

“Come on sweetie, you can do it.”

Then it happened.

“D-Doggie!”

Tiffany was so dead.

#chucky #chucky series #seed of chucky #childs play #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #glen ray #glenda ray #horror #fanfiction

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schrijverr · 2 years ago

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Life Is Ours, We Live It Our Way 9

Chapter 9 out of 18

Genderqueer Stevie with platonic soulmates Robin and Eddie living their best queer life.

In this chapter, Stevie survives Christmas dinner with the Buckleys, tiredly shutting down when she gets home to Eddie. The previous weeks catch up and she drops into subspace, making Eddie panic a bit. He gets Stevie out of it and they have a talk about boundaries and maybe doing a scene in the future.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: Judgmental family during the holiday, misgendering that comes with not being out, accidental subspace (consent is taken very seriously here, so don’t worry about that) and smoking.

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Christmas

Stevie knocks on the Buckley’s door a minute before he’s set to arrive, knowing that Mrs. Buckley values punctuality, because Robin complains about how mother berates her for always running late, even though she claims she can’t help it.

Mrs. Buckley opens the door, smiling when she sees him there. He offers her to flowers and smiles as he pleasantly says: “These are for you, Mrs. Buckley. Thank you so much for inviting me.”

“Oh but of course, it’s so nice to see our Robin have a boy that cares for her,” Mrs. Buckley replies, as she takes the flowers from him.

“How can I not,” she tells her, playing into who she used to be as she tries not to feel too awkward about talking about Robin like that. It’s true that Robin is lovable and deserves to be loved and Stevie does love her, just not like she’s implying to Mrs. Buckley.

“Ahw, you’re such a dear,” Mrs. Buckley coos, before letting him pass, calling out: “Robin, your boyfriend is here!”

Robin immediately comes stumbling into the hall with as much grace as she always has. She lights up when she sees Stevie and exclaims: “Dingus!” as she throws herself into his arms.

“Hey there, Robbie,” he smiles as he twirls the girl, nearly dropping the bottle in his hand and present tucked under her arm.

He sets her down and kisses her forehead, both as a front and as a comfort for her. She knows how nervous Robin is about these sort of things. Having Stevie as a beard has calmed her significantly about her family finding out, but the fear of it going wrong still lingers. Especially in a brain so overactive as hers.

“I got you something,” he says, having swung by a store two days ago so she wouldn't show up empty handed for her supposed girlfriend on Christmas.

“Oehhh,” Robin jumps on the present like a magpie, eyes shining. She tears open the paper to reveal a small box. Curiously she pops it open and finds a bracelet with an ice cream charm on it, silver and on the right side of delicate to pass for her mother, while being chunky enough to fit with Robin’s real style. “I love it,” she gasps.

“You can collect more charms to put on it,” Stevie explains, “but I thought I’d start you off with one, so you can pick the rest.”

“You’re the best!” Robin squeals, hugging him again as Mrs. Buckley watches the duo with a fond look.

“I’m glad you think so,” Stevie huffs out a laugh, while Robin hands him the bracelet before holding out her hand, vibrating with excitement as Stevie puts it on.

With that behind them, Robin darts back to the room to show everyone her bracelet dragging Stevie behind her as she goes. Though he doesn’t mind.

At the dining table is a whole group of people that in some way remind him of Robbie. She is introduced to all of them, smiling politely as he shakes their hands and wishes people a merry Christmas.

The wine he brought, he gives to Mr. Buckley, who sends him an appreciative nod, before asking about the house. That luckily gives him an opportunity to talk about something and it makes her look like a proper adult, who is responsible and on his way to a white picket fence.

It also impresses the uncles there, who ask about his job. Stevie explains she works with Robin at Family Video, saying: “When she moves away from college, I might look for a better paying job, but right now I’m just enjoying the time I get to spend with her there.”

An aunt coos at the sentiment, telling him he’s such a sweet boy. But an uncle frowns and asks how she’s paying for a house if she has the same job as Robin.

“I budget,” Stevie explains, he’s been impressing men with money for as long as he can remember, this is no different. “A lot of people forget how much they can save by drinking coffee at home or putting on an extra sweater instead of turning on the heat. But when Robin goes to college I need the gas money to come visit her. I’d go crazy if I didn’t get to see her often.”

Now she has both the aunts and uncles on her side and Robin leans in and whispers: “It’s so weird to see you talk finance, Stevie. Blink thrice if you’re being mind controlled.”

Stevie snorts, glad that there is someone there, who sees behind the persona. He noses her temple and plants a kiss there whispering back: “I feel like I’m economics class right now. Your uncle really looks like Mr. Micheals.”

That makes Robin laugh and they giggle together about something inane that looks like a cute moment between a couple after the sweet things Stevie has just said.

Then Stevie asks about their jobs, knowing men like to brag about it, before asking after kids, because women love talking about those. It’s a generalization and he knows it, but it’s one of those rules that has worked well for her in conversation so far. Though he finds it hard not to join with anecdotes about his own kids while they talk.

However, she doesn’t stay seated for long. She spots Mrs. Buckley working in the kitchen and excuses himself to ask if she need any help.

“Oh, you’re such a dear,” Mrs. Buckley tells him. “I don’t expect you to be a hero in the kitchen, but if you can help me cut these vegetables that’d be lovely.”

The comment is some sexist bullshit, as Robin would phrase it, but Stevie isn’t sure if that kind of commentary would be welcome, so she settles for: “I’m not completely hopeless, Mrs. Buckley. I do have to cook for myself, but I’m more than happy to help,” before masterfully cutting an onion, falling into the rhythm of it.

Robin follows after him soon enough, probably happy to escape talks about college and her future as a housewife.

She latches onto Stevie’s back like she often does in the mornings when she’s barely awake or when she’s anxious. He pats her hands and rocks back and forth in the manner she has admitted to being comforting.

“You okay, Robbie?” she asks softly.

“Yeah, all the cousins came out of hiding and they’re screaming,” she replies.

He wants to comfort her more, but Mrs. Buckley has just noticed her daughter. She says: “As much as I hate to break up this romantic moment, you can’t just laze around, Robin-darling. You can’t expect Steve do to everything in the household or this won’t last. Stir those pots for me.”

“Yes, mom,” Robin sighs as she lets go of Stevie, who sends her an apologetic look, wishing he could do more for his best friend.

They finish up the last of the Christmas dinner, before serving it to the guests with Robin’s grandma pinching Stevie’s cheek as she says: “What a helpful gentlemen, you are. If I had a man like you, I wouldn’t let go either. Be nice to my Robin, you hear me, young man.”

It’s said in a joke-y tone, so Stevie just laughs and smiles: “I can’t imagine being without her.”

And that what makes this easy between them. Even if it’s not romantic, the two can’t imagine their life without the other and they plan to stick around to the end of time. He loves her and she loves him too. So, none of the things Stevie says are lies.

She ends up seated next to Robin across from one of the cousins, Danny. A young boy, who eyes Stevie the entire time, like he’s trying to figure out what to make of the person with an arm wrapped around Robin, who is his favorite cousin as he informed Stevie earlier.

Danny obviously doesn’t think much of Stevie. It’s kind of funny how he eats while glaring at the person across from him, which only deepens any time Stevie interacts with Robin. A thing that happens often.

With Stevie there, Robin has decided he is a human shield for all her relatives. Which is fair, since that’s the whole reason he’s there. So, he talks about finance again, brags about Robin, makes up stories of dates based on stupid things they actually did, tries to remember what he saw in the papers and keeps up with the jobs of the others.

It’s a bit overwhelming, her head has barely stopped spinning with all the business around the move and the house. The forms turning into more forms with legal and financial lingo everywhere. And now she’s playing Steve Harrington. It’s just a lot.

All around her people are calling him ‘young man’ and ‘Steve’ and his skin feels fake and she wants to rid herself of the suit. Not because it’s a suit, but for how it makes the other perceive him. But it’s exactly the point that they see him as straight laced Steve Harrington, so she grits and smiles as he talks.

She can bear tonight. For Robin. He’d do anything for Robin.

However, he jumps on the opportunity when aunt Linda says: “I sometimes worry about the youth of today, you know. Our Danny never talks, always just reading those comics.”

“You read comics, kid?” Stevie asks the boy across from him, all the hours she spend listening to her own nerd parade finally useful for something. “Who’s your favorite?”

Danny eyes him with a look that tells her he is not at all impressed with her attempt to talk with him. Like he doesn’t trust him to understand what he’s going to say. It reminds him of Dustin, which only makes him want to talk to Danny more. “I like the X-men,” he tells Stevie, eyes challenging him.

“Good pick,” Stevie nods, smiling. “I like Wolverine best. I think he’s cool, like the healing factor and the claws, I mean, who doesn’t love that. Who do you like?”

It’s almost hilarious how quickly Danny’s attitude towards Stevie shifts with those words as he starts talking about how cool he thinks Nightcrawler is and how underrated he is as a character in an excited voice.

Stevie nods along, able to have enough input to make Danny feel like he could follow along and knowing how to ask questions. Harrington’s are conversationalists, thank you very much, and this is the best way to put her skills to use. Danny is her favorite person there.

Sadly, not all good things are meant to last and when Danny’s mother has decided he has had enough attention for tonight, she interrupts: “You’re really good with kids.”

“Thank you,” he smiles at her, not missing a moment to brag about his kids. “I babysit on the side, though at this point it’s more playing chauffeur, since most of the kids are getting older. It’s crazy how fast they grow up.”

“Don’t they just,” aunt Linda tell her, obviously delighted to have the attention of Robin’s boyfriend after so long of not hearing Robin have interest in anyone. “Do you plan to have kids?”

And that would have been a horridly awkward question in any other circumstance, but Stevie lights up grinning at Robin, who hides her face in exasperation. Aunt Linda, naturally, only sees an excited boyfriend and a slightly embarrassed girlfriend. How cute.

“I’ve always wanted kids,” Stevie says, which is a lie, he has only wanted that since ‘84. “Six little nuggets taking road trip vacations and watching them grow up. Of course, I wanna have kids. We have talked about it.”

Robin is now hiding her laughter behind her hand and it’s nice to see her smiling like that. He might not be able to do much for her in this regard, but he can talk with her nosy family, protect her and make her laugh with his stupid six nugget comment.

However, they can’t have her family think it’s happening anytime soon, so Stevie tacks on: “But me and Robin are a bit too young to think about that right now. I want her to go to college before we can think about that. And save up some more.”

“Oh how delightful,” aunt Linda exclaims, before giving entirely unhelpful advice: “You know, you’re never too young for kids. You can get serious complications if you wait too long.”

“We know,” Stevie smiles smoothly. “But I know how expensive living can be and I want Robbie to have a safety net should something happen to me. I can’t bear the thought of leaving her without a way to make it in the world, no matter how unlikely.”

“What a gentlemen,” aunt Linda fans herself, winking. “You really have a catch there.”

“He sure is a charmer,” Robin agrees in a voice that could be nice, but Stevie knows is meant as a joking dig.

She puts an arm around Robin and pulls her close and sappily says: “I feel like I’m the lucky one here. I wouldn't know what to do without my muppet.”

Stevie says it as if it’s a cute pet name, like Robin throws around dingus, but Robin knows better and has to bite her lip to stop from laughing as the aunt continues to fawn over them.

They buckle down for a little longer and then there is dessert. It’s English trifle and Stevie and Robin share their plates, giving each other bites. For the first time in years, Robin doesn’t have to force herself to eat the jelly layer, that she despises so much, without it turning into a thing. And Stevie actually likes the jelly. Win-win.

Afterwards, Stevie hopes he can finally go home. The exhaustion is starting to catch up and she wants to stop the facade. But she can’t leave Robin hanging like that, so when the family moves to the living room, he follows.

Robin sits on Stevie’s lap in one of the chairs there. It’s not even to play pretend at a relationship, since they often sit like that at movie nights when they’re pressed for space. Though there is no Eddie to crack jokes or fidget this time. He is missed dearly.

It’s almost eleven at night when the Buckley family finally lets him go.

She gets into his car and drives home. He’s feeling odd, like on the point of tipping over. The anxiety of dinner is still hanging over him and he still feels the adrenaline of all the decisions she’s been making, the little hours of sleep and the massive life changes.

So, he’s in a bit of daze when he pulls into the driveway. He has already seen Eddie’s van outside and she can’t wait to see him. Usually hanging out with Robin doesn’t drain him and while he misses her, he can’t bring herself to miss her family, feeling a little bad for leaving her there with them.

Stevie turns the key in the lock and steps inside, a weight falling off her shoulders. Inside these new walls he feels safer than he ever has. He feels home.

“Hey there, princess,” Eddie greets him, having already changed into comfortable clothes. “How was dinner?” Stevie groans. “That bad?” Eddie chuckles.

He falls into the man’s chest and closes his eyes, basking in the warmth and sturdiness of Eddie’s chest, before she whines: “If I have to hear one more time what a fine gentleman I am or what a good young man, I will rip my hair out.”

Eddie makes a sympathetic noise, bringing up his hands to hug her. He tuts: “Not you beautiful hair, sweetheart. It’s just so pretty and long.”

The compliment sends a shiver up Stevie’s spine and it settles her much like it had done after she showed up on Eddie’s doorstep when he had a nightmare back after Halloween. It’s comforting. Eddie is comforting.

Without thinking about it, she leans closer into his comfort, the familiar smell of weed, motor oil and sweat, leaning most her weight on him as she starts to crumble. The past few weeks are finally catching up.

“Stevie?” Eddie asks as he does, concerned as he easily accommodates the sudden weight he puts on him, though he’s confused as of why it’s happening.

He feels a bit bad for worrying Eddie, but he can finally stop moving. The keys of his old house are with the real estate agent, he has moved and gone to dinner. It’s over now. She can stop. She can finally stop, take a minute and rest.

Whatever he wanted to say to assure Eddie that he’s okay gets lodged in his throat as she embarrassingly whines: “Tired.”

“Oh, princess,” Eddie coos. “I got you. Here, come on.”

Eddie starts leading him through the halls, dumping him on their bed. There are still a few empty boxes there that Eddie has to step over before he can dig through the closet, throwing clothes at Stevie, before ordering her to change and get comfortable.

Slowly Stevie changes into the pink crop top sweater and a pair of plaid pajama pants, even toeing off his shoes and sliding on the fuzzy socks. Feeling so much more comfortable like that than in the stiff suit.

She realizes Eddie must have known that when he told her to do so, before he left to do god know what. Stevie misses him, but following after him to find him sounds like a lot of work, so Stevie just sits there and waits.

“I’ve locked up,” Eddie tells him when he gets back. “Now lets get you ready for bed, you look like you’re about to kneel over.”

And Stevie feels very exhausted indeed, so he lets Eddie tug her to her feet even if she huffs at having to move. He shuffles after Eddie to the bathroom.

The bathroom isn’t large with a tub and shower combo, a sink with a mirror cabinet over it and a toilet stuffed as efficiently into the small space. Not at all built for two adults. So, Stevie plops down on the closed toilet seat to give Eddie space.

“Oh, you’re gonna be like that,” Eddie chuckles, getting Stevie’s toothbrush for her. “You must be really tired, sweetheart.” Stevie hums in acknowledgment. “You’re a bit quiet. You okay there?” he asks, turning back with Stevie’s toothbrush, brandishing it in a way that indicates he’s planning on brushing Stevie’s teeth.

It reminds him off that time in the city when Robin was drunk and he did the same for her. It’s nice to be cared for like that. His head is a bit fuzzy with it, still unused to being cared for, especially after the harrowing few weeks.

When Eddie turns back, Stevie isn’t sure what he sees on her face. However, his soft smile falls and his eyes go wide as he breathes a soft but passionate: “Oh fuck.”

Stevie frowns, the happy feeling subsiding at Eddie’s displeasure. Her gut churns at the thought of upsetting Eddie, but it’s difficult to find what he did or how to make it better through that float-y, fuzzy feeling.

The feeling is surely reflected on his face, because Eddie quickly puts down the toothbrush and cups his cheeks. In a soft voice, he says: “You’re fine, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong, princess, I promise. Just stay with me here. Come on, please say something.”

That Stevie can do. Eddie asks him to talk and though it’s hard, he says: “Wha’s wrong?”

“Thank fuck,” Eddie chokes on a slightly hysteric laugh. “Nothing’s wrong necessarily, Stevie. Your eyes are just really glassy right now and I think I just accidentally put you in subspace or you just dropped into it and me wanting to help you de-stress put you under further, because I didn’t fucking notice. Fuck, I’m so sorry about that. This has never happened to me. I’m a bit freaked out, right now. I’m so sorry.”

To Stevie it is all just a wall of words and no matter how hard he concentrates, he can’t make any sense of what Eddie is telling him.

However, she does notice that Eddie seems stressed and that won’t do, so she reaches out and pats his chest. He looks down at her and frowns, so Stevie smiles back, hoping it’ll cheer him up. But instead he sighs and asks: “You didn’t hear anything of what I just said, did you?”

“Sorry,” Stevie whispers, shaking his head with a guilty and upset look.

Eddie’s face softens at her expression and he rubs a thumb over her cheek, before moving his hands to her shoulders. The new position forces Stevie to put a bit more effort into staying upright, especially when Eddie tells him to look at him. Once he’s doing that, Eddie asks: “Do you know what subspace is, Stevie?”

Subspace. The word means nothing to Stevie at all, so she shakes her head.

The answer makes Eddie curse. He rubs his brow bone with the hand not on Stevie’s shoulder and takes a deep breath. Then he looks at Stevie again and says: “I need you to listen to me. This is very important. Do you understand?”

Stevie nods and Eddie sternly says: “I’m going to need verbal answers from here on out, Stevie.”

“I understand,” Stevie whispers.

“Good, good,” Eddie nods and a pleasant feeling fills Stevie again, chasing away the one he got from being chastised.

Eddie shifts so he isn’t leaning over Stevie anymore, but squatting next to the toilet. He explains: “Subspace is an altered headspace. That floating sensation? That’s subspace. It’s your hormones making you feel nice. Do you feel that float-y sensation?”

Stevie nods, before catching himself and saying: “Yeah, it’s fuzzy and nice.”

“I’m sure it is,” Eddie sends him a quick smile. “But it makes you suggestible. You can’t consent to anything like this. It’s a dangerous headspace, especially without talking about it first. So, you can’t stay in that headspace. I’m going to talk you out of it.”

“Nooo,” Stevie whines and under other circumstances he’d be embarrassed about that, but right now he wants to keep floating.

“Yes, I know,” Eddie assures her, “but I can’t do that to you, not without you being able to have a normal conversation with me about it. I need to make sure I don’t do something you don’t want me to. That would make me feel horrible. I never want to hurt you.”

That comes through to Stevie. He doesn’t want to make Eddie feel horrible and he doesn’t want to be hurt. Both sound like good reasons to get away from the fuzzy feeling, no matter how nice it is right now.

Eddie has been studying her face closely and seems to see that she comes to that realization, because he asks: “Are you good for me to start talking you up?”

Still, a bit sad about it, but determined, Stevie nods, then remembers Eddie’s earlier instructions and says: “Yes.”

“Okay, that’s good,” Eddie tells him in the warm voice he’s been using ever since he noticed something in Stevie’s eyes. “We’re going to walk to the kitchen and I want you to pick a blanket off the couch and wrap yourself in it, before sitting on a chair. Can you do that?”

It sounds like a lot and Stevie gets a bit overwhelmed. Suddenly Stevie gets why Eddie told her she had to get out, it’s a scary feeling to have something simple feel like a lot.

“Hey, it’s okay. It was a pretty tall order, that’s my bad,” Eddie assures him before he can spiral further. “Why don’t I rephrase. Can you walk to the kitchen, princess?”

“I think so,” Stevie answers, because that does sound a lot more manageable, though she doesn’t know if Eddie will be there and he doesn’t want to be left alone, so she asks: “Are you going to be there?”

Eddie’s eyes are so soft and filled with adoration that makes Stevie want to sink into it and disappear at the same time. “I’ll be there the whole time. You can hold my hand if that’ll make you feel better, sweetheart. I’m here for you.”

That settles the anxieties that just welled up and Stevie smiles again, taking Eddie’s hand and letting the other lead him to the kitchen.

Only when they’re in their kitchen/living room, does Eddie flip on the lights and speak again, asking: “Can you pick a blanket for yourself, Stevie? You’ll have to let go of my hand, but I’ll be right here the whole time, promise.”

Stevie bites his lip, but lets go off Eddie’s hand to grab the plaid blanket Wayne had gifted them. It smells like smoke and weed from living on the Munson couch for years, but it’s so soft and the scent has become comforting.

With her prize, he returns to Eddie’s side, who smiles: “Good job. Now wrap yourself in it and sit down on a chair.”

That doesn’t sound like a hardship at all, so Stevie quickly does as told, making a questioning noise when Eddie doesn’t sit down with him. He just says: “I’m going to make hot chocolate. I think we could both do with a treat after tonight. I wanted to save it for tomorrow, but this seems more fitting.”

He putters around in the kitchen while Stevie watches. Normally he’d be more concerned about Eddie behind the stove, but she knows the man isn’t completely hopeless and he seems to know what he’s doing. Besides, Stevie isn’t at the point where she cares yet.

As Eddie lets the milk simmer, adding cacao powder, he asks: “Anything funny happen tonight? Or something nice?”

“Robin’s cousin was nice,” Stevie mutters, fiddling with the edge of the blanket, its warmth soothing.

“Yeah?” Eddie prompts him to continue.

“He’s ten, I think,” Stevie tell him. “He likes the X-men. We talked about Wolverine and Nightcrawler. I barely know either, but more than most it seems. I think he liked that someone listened to him, you know. He was the best person there. After Robbie of course.”

“Of course,” Eddie agrees, before snorting: “I should have guessed that you can’t even go to a Christmas dinner without adopting a child.”

Stevie laughs at the comment and defends himself and his child adoption tendencies, which aren’t that bad. The easy rapport between them, helps her ground herself and she feels himself coming back to his body as Eddie continues making the hot chocolate.

By the time, Eddie puts down the steaming mug in front of her, he feels only slightly fuzzy. And the sugar from the hot chocolate pulls him up the rest of the way.

Embarrassment sets in as he drinks, slowly realizing how pathetic he must have looked. He just turned daze-y and looked at Eddie like he held the universe, making him care for her like he’s helpless instead of having survived four encounters with the Upside Down.

She looks down, unable to face Eddie after the absolute fool she just made out of herself. Eddie notices, because of course he does, and says: “Hey, look at me,” in that warm voice he’s been using all night.

Without realizing he obeys and Eddie pulls an apologetic face, dropping the voice. “Sorry, I just noticed you closing yourself off. It was instinct. How are you feeling?”

“Like an idiot.” Stevie sees no point in lying after he floated away on Eddie like that. “I shut down and made you deal with it. Sorry. I- I didn’t mean to put you in that position.” To his horror tears start to well up at the words as he remembers Eddie’s freak out when he first noticed, truly the cherry on top of this mortification cake.

“Hey, no need to apologize,” Eddie soothes her. “You couldn’t help that. You didn’t even know what was happening. I won’t let you feel bad about that. You can’t help what your hormones do.”

“Hormones?” Stevie repeats. “I’m not some pregnant woman.”

“You still have hormones, princess,” Eddie informs her. “And after the stress from the last few weeks combined with the stress from the dinner, I can imagine how the adrenaline crash combined with the endorphins of the comfort made you drop.”

The words do make Stevie feel better. Less like he’d done something he shouldn’t have. However, it also reminds her of the feeling, how she hadn’t seen it coming until she was stuck in it. It felt good in the moment, but looking back, it does scare her. What if there had been someone other than Eddie there, or if Eddie hadn’t known what to do either?

All sort of worst case scenarios run through his head, but that last bit stands out to him. He says: “I want to say thanks. I’m glad you knew what was going on, because I sure didn’t.” She lets out a humorless laugh at the last part.

“No problem, of course I’m here for you,” Eddie tells him like it’s a given. He’s still getting used to it, but the sentiment makes him smile.

They sit in silence for a few beats, then Eddie softly asks: “Do you want to talk about it? Because we should talk about it at some point. Not in a bad way, but I feel like you’d want to know about what happened and I would like to talk about a way to prevent this from happening again.”

Stevie feels her insides wilt. Sure, she does want to know what happened and stuff, but her brain gets hung up on the last part. Eddie wants to prevent this from happening again. This was a bad experience for Eddie. Stevie made him do that.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, hating how watery and small his voice sounds. “I’m sorry you had to deal with me. You didn’t have to. Sorry.”

“Oh no, it wasn’t meant like that at all, I swear,” Eddie frantically reassures him. “I just meant that I don’t want you to go down like that without a plan or boundaries. I want to help you if this is what you need and if I don’t know your limits, I can’t.”

“You- You want to help?” Stevie asks softly.

“Stevie, sweetheart, it broke me to talk you up again. You were under so beautifully. So open and trusting for me. All you needed was a guiding hand and some affection and I wanted to care for you, but I couldn’t,” Eddie explains, a bit of that warm tone bleeding in.

At the words, Stevie blushes. The way Eddie describes it makes it seem like Stevie was doing something instead of just have some weird sort of breakdown. Still, he can’t deny that his interest is piqued.

A part of Stevie has always longed for care and Eddie is offering him something here. She can tell, she just doesn’t know what exactly. He asks: “So, what- what would helping entail?”

“Well, first, what do you know about what just happened? You didn’t seem to know what subspace is, but do you know anything about dominance and submission? Or about BDSM in general?” Eddie asks in turn.

Stevie is used to not knowing what his friends are talking about, but the last string of letters pings something in his brain and he blushes as he replies: “Uhm, nothing beyond that it’s a sex thing, I think.”

“I mean, it can be,” Eddie laughs. “But no, it doesn’t have to be. It’s more about trust and re-balancing hormones, feeling good. One person submits to the other, trusts them to take care of them, while the other person dominates the scene, making the submissive partner feel good and having control over what happens. It’s a dynamic that is build on communication and trust, which makes consent so important – not that it usually isn’t. It always is. But when someone gives you reigns over their mind and actions, you can’t rely on implied agreements and previous interactions outside of the topic. Do you understand why I had to talk you out of it?”

“Yeah,” Stevie says, shuddering a bit as he remembers how scary it was to find himself floating with instructions being too difficult to follow and no clue what was happening exactly. “Thank you for doing that.”

“Of course,” Eddie tells her sincerely.

“So, if it’s not about sex, what do you do then?” Stevie asks, curious to know more.

“That depends on what people want to get out of a dynamic like that,” Eddie shrugs. “BDSM stands for bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism. Some people are into being tied up, being hurt, humiliated or scolded, having to follow directions, or doing all those things to someone else. It’s really diverse. But it is about safety and relaxation.”

“And- And what are you into?” Stevie asks, the question feeling a bit like something she shouldn’t ask, so she adds: “I mean, what would this – us – look like? If I agreed that is.”

“I mean, as for your first question, I can be a bit mean in bed,” Eddie tells him nonchalantly, as if he isn’t talking about his sex preferences with Stevie. “But – and you can’t tell anyone – I’m a bit of a softie too.”

“Everyone already knows that,” Stevie snorts, tension draining out of her shoulders.

“Oi, I can be menacing when I want to,” Eddie pouts, undermining what he’s saying immediately, which only makes Stevie laugh again. Eddie keeps it up for a second, then also cracks.

They laugh for a little, before the tone shifts again and Eddie says: “But if you agreed to do this, I would be soft with you. You look like you need it. And I think it would be good to start there. So, we would talk about what you do and don’t like. I’ll make a list and we can talk about. After that, I plan out a scene and try to get you to that headspace again.”

Stevie thinks about the words. It sounds like a lot of effort to do all this, but the floating feeling was nice. He wonders if it’s worth it. Then decides he doesn’t know enough yet. “List?” he asks.

“Yeah, usually it’s about kinks, things you’re into, things you’re not into, things you want to try, things that are definitely off limits, that sort of thing,” Eddie explains. “But in this context it will be more about what sort of touch you’d be okay with, where I can touch you, if you want to take your clothes off or not, what sort of things are okay for me to tell you, names you like to be called, what will happen if you don’t listen. We can talk kinks, if we want to make it sexual later.”

It’s a lot to take in and it makes her head spin for a bit. He still doesn’t exactly know what a scene would entail and he’s a bit lost. “A lot of talking and agreeing, I get it, but I don’t know what a- a scene? would look like. Give me an example.”

“An example?” Eddie repeats. He doesn’t sound confused, more like he wants to make sure he’s understanding correctly.

“Yeah, like what would you suggest for a scene right now if we talked boundaries through,” Stevie asks. “Because I have no idea what it would look like, so I have no idea what I’m choosing to agree to or not.”

“Alright, yeah, I can do that,” Eddie says, “but I will be making assumptions on what I just saw and know of you. Maybe things you don’t want to acknowledge yet, but maybe do like the idea of. Or maybe things you don’t want, but I can’t know that because we haven’t really talked about boundaries yet. So just don’t shoot me down or get mad, okay? It’s a hypothetical. Do you understand that?”

“I understand,” Stevie confirms.

Eddie gives him a calculating look as if he’s sizing up what Stevie might like. It makes her squirm in her seat a bit, but not in a bad way.

Then Eddie nods and says: “I’d have you kneel on a pillow in front of me and I’d brush your hair. It’s so long and pretty now and I’d tell you that. When your hair is all brushed and untangled, you can rest your head on my knee and stay there. I’d put on a movie, The Breakfast Club, I think and just pet your hair while letting you sit there. Your mind can be blank and all you have to do is sit and be pretty. I bet you’re good at that. You’d be so good for me. And I’d keep telling you that. When I deem it done, I’d run you a bath and get you back up.”

As Eddie lays out a hypothetical scene, Stevie can’t help but imagine it. At first the kneeling sounds a bit odd to do, but she can’t deny the hair brushing and playing sounds nice and he can feel his insides light up at the idea of getting showered in compliments and praise when that’s usually hard to come by for him.

By the time Eddie is done Stevie is invested. However, something niggles at her and she says: “But what do you get out of it? When it’s sex you get an orgasm, but that’s not being discussed right now, so why would you want to?”

“There’s more to it than just getting an orgasm, princess,” Eddie informs him with a smirk. “That fuzzy state you get, that’s subspace, but that doesn’t mean I don’t go into a slightly altered headspace too. It’s different though. I have to pay close attention to you, be in control. It’s pretty heady to be given that sort of trust and power over someone else.”

Stevie contemplates that. The idea of getting a high out of power doesn’t sound so far fetched and Eddie seems sure of himself. So, he shrugs: “That makes sense.”

“Glad you think so, sweetheart,” Eddie grins.

They fall quiet again, both drinking their hot chocolate. Neither of them had expected their Christmas to end like this and with it all out in the open, they’re at a bit of a stand still. Stevie still has no clue what to make of it all and Eddie seems a bit nervous, though content to wait.

But Stevie doesn’t know what to answer him. She wants to discuss this with someone, ask for advice and order her thoughts out loud.

Dustin is out of the question, since he’s a child and he can’t talk to Eddie, because it’s about him, so he considers his other soulmate, Robin, however, she is- she’s part of the party, part of life here. He can’t go to anyone here and talk to them about wanting to submit to Eddie. Or anyone really. She’s their protector. She can’t let them know about this, whether she says yes or no.

‘Call me if you’re in a crisis. We help each other here, honey. I’m looking out for you now’

It suddenly comes to him: Madame Tucker. He could call her, drop by maybe. They have better stores in the big city anyway, he could make a trip out of it. Get the advice she needs, before giving Eddie an answer.

He hesitates, biting his lip, unsure if Eddie is expecting an answer right now, before remembering that is stupid. Eddie has been nothing but nice about it, wanting her to fully know what she was getting into. If she told him, she needed time, he’d give it to him.

Still, he has to make sure. Tentatively, he asks: “If- If I need some time before I decide whether I take you up on it, will that make it awkward between us? Because I’d hate to make it awkward a week into being roommates.”

“Stevie, sweetheart,” Eddie says so utterly sincerely that it shocks something in his heart. “You can never make this awkward, I promise. We have plans, remember? We’re going to wait until the kids go to college then move in with Robin in the big city and stick together till the end. Nothing you say can change that. It won’t be awkward if you need years to decide, it won’t be awkward if you say no right now or tomorrow or any day after that, just like it won’t be awkward if you say yes.”

“You promise?” Stevie asks, unsure why she sounds so small.

“I promise,” Eddie answers, putting his entire being into the reply.

“Then I’ll circle back to you later?” Stevie grins, though the question is sincere.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Secretary Harrington,” Eddie jokes and makes Stevie laugh, but he knows the answer is truthful.

And with that the conversation is done and they lapse into silence again. Stevie’s mind is still running, but it’s getting harder to think as exhaustion catches up with her again after the night she’s had.

However, he doesn’t realize, until he’s almost falling asleep in his chocolate milk. Eddie laughs and catches him before he can face plant and says: “It’s late. Lets go to bed. Finish your hot chocolate, princess.”

Stevie does as she’s told. She’s tired and wants to go the bed, that’s the only reason for obeying and gulping down the hot chocolate, but he can’t help but think that Eddie will think it’s because of the other thing and that it will be weird, despite promising it won’t be.

He shouldn’t have worried, because Eddie just takes the cup and fills it with cold water like his own cup and the pan, leaving them in the sink before herding Stevie back to the bathroom.

Her prepared toothbrush is lying by the sink as a reminder of when it all went wrong. A small part of him, however, can’t help but be sad that Eddie didn’t get to brush his teeth for him. It’s fucking stupid, he knows that, but with every taste of care and comfort he gets, it’s hard not to crave more and she felt so safe in that bathroom earlier.

She puts it out of mind and starts brushing her teeth next to Eddie. Their elbows bump together while Eddie makes weird faces as he brushes, which make Stevie laugh so hard he’s dribbling toothpaste everywhere.

And just like that they’re back to normal.

Eddie follows Stevie into their room like he’s done ever since they put the bed frame together and pulls Stevie into his arms like he always does.

Immediately, Stevie melts sinking into the pillow and warmth. If he had worries about it being weird, they’re soothed now, because Eddie is the king of putting people at ease and being himself without any regard for others.

He promised it won’t be weird, because this isn’t weird for him and it shows. They’re going to be okay. That’s more than Stevie could have ever hoped for. She falls asleep and has the best night that month.

When he wakes up again, the best is empty, which isn’t unusual, but slightly odd. Eddie isn’t really a morning person and Stevie is always the first one awake unless she had a bad night and, while last night was emotional, he slept like a baby.

Then his eye falls on the alarm, which subsequently informs her it’s 11:37 AM and his eyebrows creep to his forehead. He rarely sleeps in that late.

She stumbles out of bed and into the kitchen, where Eddie is lying on the couch with a cup of coffee by his side and papers all around him. When she appears, he grins: “Hey there, princess. Had a good beauty sleep?”

“Yeah,” Stevie says, rubbing his face, still sleepy as he knocks against his glasses and tumbles through making coffee for himself. “Just surprised it’s so late.”

“You probably needed it,” Eddie shrugs easily.

“I did,” Stevie agrees because it’s true, plopping down on the couch as well, which makes Eddie hide his papers away. Curiously Stevie asks: “What you doing?”

“Working on the next part of the campaign, so no snooping, sweetheart,” Eddie tells him with a mysterious grin.

Stevie holds up her hands and promises: “I won’t. I like being surprised.”

“And you’re the only one,” Eddie groans. “I swear Dustin will hold Wayne hostage to get information out of me about the next section. He’s too goddamn curious.”

“You forgot arrogant,” Stevie snorts at Dustin’s antics. “He’s probably pissed off that he hasn’t worked it out yet, or that he maybe did, but you have too good of a poker face for him to know for sure. He has a thing about being right.”

“Touche,” Eddie grins and they laugh together for a little bit as Stevie sips her coffee and enjoys the peaceful quiet of their house. Their home.

His old house was a bad sort of quiet, the kind that makes you feel alone and trapped. The too big halls hiding too many dangers in the silence. This house isn’t like that. It’s a warm sort of quiet, the kind associated with early mornings and a soft waking. Stevie adores it.

“Feel up for an early lunch?” he asks, feeling a bit hungry and not wanting to eat alone. Well, more like not cook for one. It has always made him sad.

“Sure,” Eddie agrees easily. “Smoke first?”

“Why not,” Stevie shrugs and they get up.

While it’s technically their house, both of them know how Robin hates that they smoke and the smell of it. So, they smoke on the porch as to not stink up the living space. It’s her home too and they want her to know that.

They don’t have furniture for the porch yet, but they don’t mind as they sit on the steps in their pajamas under their coats.

Afterwards Stevie makes eggs and toast, alongside some bacon, while Eddie makes both of them tea, claiming something about it balancing out the smoking. Stevie thinks it’s horseshit, but she lets Eddie do as Eddie does. Tea is nice, why argue.

It’s not until they’re both seated and eating that Stevie brings up last night. Though not directly, easing into it by asking: “Is there DnD tonight or are the kids still locked in by family obligations today?”

“We’re still good to go, seems Friday is as holy to them as their parents,” Eddie winks.

“Okay, cool,” Stevie nods, before trying to be casual. “I wanted to go visit Madame Tucker, you know and buy presents for the kids in the city. I didn’t want to have to cancel on them again after everything.”

“You’ll be going alone?” Eddie asks, seeing straight through Stevie’s attempt.

Stevie blushes and ducks her head and he mutters: “I just want to talk about it with someone, who won’t judge and isn’t, you know.”

“A child,” Eddie fills in. “What about Robin? She’s like your weird conjoined twin.”

“She’s on her way to becoming your twin too,” Stevie shoots back, before sighing. “I don’t want to tell anyone here. It’s embarrassing that it even happened. That it might be a thing. I- I can’t show that kind of weakness to anyone here. They need me to be strong.”

“Oh Stevie, no,” Eddie murmurs. “I respect your decision about it, of course I do, but I need you to know that it’s not embarrassing and you’re not weak for wanting it or it happening. Okay? You’re not.”

“Easy for you to say,” Stevie huffs. “You’re not the one thinking about sitting on your knees for someone.”

“I know,” Eddie agrees seriously, but Stevie can see the edge of a pleased smile at her statement fighting to get on Eddie’s face at her confession. “But you’re still not weak for it. It’s the biggest sign of strength to do what you do.”

“Really?” Stevie raises a disbelieving eyebrow, thinking Eddie is full of shit.

“Yeah, really,” Eddie says sincerely. “I mean putting that kind of trust into someone else is an amazing thing to be able to do. It takes courage and strength to do that and I massively respect you for it, if that’s what you want, just like I respect the hell out of every sub out there.”

“Sub?” Stevie asks, not wanting to reply to the statement that makes her ridiculously happy for no reason. Well, a reason, but he’s not thinking about that right now.

“It’s short for submissive,” Eddie explains. “I’m a dom, or dominant, since I take that roll, people who take the other are described as subs. You don’t have to identify with that, because – again – saying no and realizing this isn’t something for you is also completely fine.”

Stevie hums instead of replying, thinking of the word. Sub. He doesn’t know what to make of it. On one hand, it’s strange to think of himself like that. He has always been a leader, the captain of the team, the one going in first. However, that also hasn’t really been her, except for the latter, but that has more to do with his nonexistent sense of self-preservation than leadership. King Steve was the opposite of she wants to be.

But can he really start thinking of herself like that? Like a person who does that? Would that be making up her mind already? Is he lying to himself by not accepting the title or does it need further examination?

In all honesty, Stevie doesn’t know. Luckily, he’s always been great at ignoring things, so he shoves the questions away for now. He can unpack with Madame Tucker.

Eddie takes the hum as answer and barrels on: “Second off, don’t think I’m ignoring the having to be strong comment there, princess.”

Stevie groans and whines: “Do you have to?”

“Yes, I have to, sweetheart,” Eddie protests. “I know that you feel this need to protect everyone, but you have to know by now that you don’t have to be strong for me or Robbie. And the kids don’t expect it either. Like, I get not wanting to dump your shit on a bunch of fifteen year olds, but you don’t need to be a superhero either.”

“I mean, I know that. I do,” Stevie curls into herself. “But I already can’t see for shit out of my left eye and I’m not smart, I’m just the one who can take a hit and swing a bat. I want them to have that. It’s one of my biggest fears that the Upside Down comes back and they’ll leave me out and get hurt, because they don’t think I can help.”

Eddie’s face softens at his confession and he reaches over the table to hold his hand. “They’re never going to think that, but I know you can’t help the fear. However, I’m here to tell you that won’t happen. Really. Those kids adore you. Needing a little support won’t hurt.”

“Hm, I don’t know,” Stevie says, the words making her feel better, but he is still unsure about their truth.

“Remember when you got the glasses?” Eddie asks. “You hated them, but you have to wear them to drive, so you couldn't hide it. Remember how delighted Max was about you matching? They struggle too, seeing you struggle alongside them, makes them feel normal. They won’t think lesser of you.”

“Ugh, I hate it when you have a point,” Stevie exclaims, though he’s laughing and feeling a lot more at ease about it.

“You must hate me often.”

“Shut up,” Stevie laughs. “And I’m still not telling them about this.”

“I won’t expect you to, it’s very personal and private,” Eddie says. “I won’t tell anyone about it either, not without talking to you.”

“Thanks,” Stevie says, before frowning and asking: “Is it okay to talk about it with Madame Tucker? I totally didn’t ask that, sorry.”

“Yeah, course, sweetheart,” Eddie replies. “I don’t really tend to hide it. She probably already knows.”

“Huh?” Stevie frowns. “How?”

“I think I’ll keep that as a mystery,” Eddie grins, before putting the last bite in his mouth and getting up. He puts his plate in the sink then goes back to the couch as he says: “Just like the campaign for tonight.”

“Fuck you, man,” Stevie rolls her eyes, but finishes her own lunch, before getting the phone, stretching the cord so he can sit on the counter as he dials Madame Tucker’s phone.

“Hello, who am I speaking to?” comes the standard greeting. Stevie had asked about it once and she explained it was because some people only knew her drag name and others out of it. She doesn’t want certain people to easily find her by giving them the other name.

“Hey, Madame, it’s Stevie,” Stevie greets her happily.

“Oh hello, honey,” Madame Tucker replies delighted. “To what do I owe the pleasure of getting a call on a Friday instead of a Wednesday?”

“A lot has happened this last month as you know,” Stevie tells her. He called her last Wednesday to update her on it all, apologetic about canceling on her too, though she understood and he gave her the new number.

“I do know, doll. Are you settling in alright at the new place?” Madame Tucker asks.

Stevie smiles: “I am, I am. It’s been great. Christmas was eventful, but when is it not. But that’s not why I’m calling.”

“No?”

“No, I was planning on coming to the big city tomorrow or the day after that,” Stevie explains. “I haven’t had the time to buy presents for the kids with everything that’s happening and I have a bigger chance of finding something there. Plus, I kinda wanted to talk to you about something not really made for the phone.”

“But of course, honey,” Madame Tucker tells him without hesitation. “You’re always welcome here, you know that. Do you have the address?”

Stevie tells her no and she tells her as she writes it down on a stray piece of blank paper that has fallen from Eddie’s paper monstrosity on the coffee table.

“Is there a day better for you?” Stevie asks.

“I have shows nightly, with everyone going clubbing between the holidays, so you’ll either have to come with to the club or wait at home,” Madame Tucker answers. “Doesn’t matter to me. Show up when you get here, it’s fine. It’ll be weekend either way.”

“Alright,” Stevie nods. “That’s a plan. How was your Christmas?”

“I celebrated with Brian, just the two of us, very romantic,” Madame Tucker tells her and he can hear the happiness in her voice.

“Ahw, that’s very sweet,” Stevie says. “I’m glad things are working out between you two. He sounds lovely.”

“He is,” Madame Tucker sighs. “I’ll tell you all about it when you come over, okay. I have to run now, but see you soon!”

“See you soon,” Stevie hangs up.

Knowing he can talk to Madame Tucker about it soon helps putting it in a box for now and keeping it out of his mind for now. She gets up and starts to clean up the boxes and the last of her stuff to give Eddie the privacy to write his campaign.

She plays music that Eddie can bear enough as she cleans. With the kids coming over later and the house filled with soft comfort, this holiday is shaping up to be one of the better ones he’s ever had, despite the hiccups.

A/N:

Ahh, holidays with family, don’t you love them (sarcasm)

Also disclaimer, I have never done a scene before or been in subspace myself, so all of this has no guarantee of being accurate. Take it with a grain of salt people and be safe! Always ask for consent!

I love Madame Tucker so much, I keep finding reasons to bring her back lmao ((she DESERVES it, okay!!! Because she’s the best OC I ever made!))

#rr writing #tw: smoking #tw: judgmental family #tw: misgendering #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #eddie munson & steve harrington & robin buckley #eddie lives au #platonic stobin #platonic steddie #steddie #genderqueer steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fic #Life Is Ours We Live It Our Way #Life Is Ours We Live It Our Way Chapter 9

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imreallybadatmaths · 2 years ago

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things i want to see in s5 of stranger things:

joyce and hopper’s enzo date ~ just imagine how cute it would be oml i would implode. i literally screamed when they kissed i was so happy.

lucas and max’s cinema date ~ even though max might not be able to see the movie i still need to see them go on the date. they’re one of my favourite couples in the show.

will coming out scene ~ i loved his talk with mike in the van in s4, but i would love a proper coming out scene (preferably something like robin’s because i loved it)

mike talking to el about will’s painting ~ i want to see him bring it up and el being confused. i think that mike already has some idea that will wasn’t talking about el in the van scene, but this would make him realise that he definitely wasn’t.

proper elmax reunion ~ we only got a quick conversation between them before max got her bones snapped in s4. i love their friendship so much and i need max to come out of her coma so they can fight together in s5.

more ronance scenes ~ i love them together, ship or friendship, and i want to see more of them together in s5. chances are that the ship won’t become canon (they are a bit of an odd pairing) but i still want to see their friendship.

rockie being canon ~ the scene with them at the end of s4 was so cute and i want to see more of them together.

an interaction between vecna and erica ~ preferably one where she makes fun of him (i’m 10 you bald bastard style) i just think it would be hilarious and i need to see it happen.

more murray scenes ~ i love him and he’s one of my favourite characters. i want to see him talk to mike and will so he can read them like a book and help mike realise that he’s not straight.

karen wheeler divorcée era - i want to see her live her life without ted. like yes renovate your kitchen, paint the house a different colour while you’re at it. go out and get wine drunk with your book club, you deserve it. this mostly stems from my hatred for ted wheeler, at least karen tries to be a good mother, at least she tries to get her children to talk to her, at least sometimes she cares about where her children are at and what they’re doing, but that man could not give 2 shits about what his kids are up to, he literally tried to send dustin lucas and max to jail. i know karen isn’t perfect (season three was something else, why was she trying to get with an 18-year-old) but she really does care about her children. i want to see her happy and with someone she actually loves.

karen wheeler with a gun ~ no explanation for this one, it just needs to happen.

#stranger things #stranger things season five #what i want to see in stranger things s5 #this isn’t all of it but it’s a fair amount #sorry for the rant that just happened in the middle of it i just really dislike ted #byler better be canon #if it isn’t i will be mentally unstable for a very very long time

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lucasbarr · 3 years ago

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Ok Emmantural fandom, I’m having thoughts about Emma in this chili's tonight.

Do you think Dean teaches Emma how to play guitar? Because I definitely think he would and that he keeps one at the bunker to play when he has down time. Maybe he even teaches Jack or Claire how to play too if they’re interested. Maybe he even does song requests, much to his regret when Jack suggests pop hits.

I was having some feels related to both watching the Bad Boys episode and thinking about Dean inheriting Sonny’s place.

I could so see him taking over and Emma having a Robin-like roll where she teaches the kids how to play guitar. But she has to learn from somewhere and I see guitar being one of Dean’s hidden talents. It’s how I explain him being such a good singer at the end of the show, I’d like to think he picks it back up after leaving Sonny’s place.

Back to Dean inheriting Sonny’s place.

I don’t think it would happen until maybe after the finale. Which means the gang get to move to Hurleyville, New York which is in the Catskills region of upstate New York. The only knowledge I have of this place is from watching the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.

Cas could have his Bees and use it to teach the kids about respecting nature. This would go well with the whole ‘work the land respect the land thing they have going on’. I think that this could also be a good place for Sam to send any kids that he and Eileen find on their hunts.

During all this I think they’d be the new Bobby and using the Bunker as a Roadhouse-esque location. I mean, why have all those rooms if your not going to use them? Claire and Kaia would definitely frequent this place because Jody would much rather them go their then a shoddy motel.

Emma would probably work at the home as the housekeeper or maybe taking care of any animals they have on the farm. When she’s not doing that I suppose she’d be giving guitar lessons. I could see her maybe singing in local bars and recording CDs to earn some extra cash on the side.

I’m sure she’d hunt, much Dean’s annoyance. Her partners are either Jack, Claire, or both of them at once. With Jack as the pseudo-god, I see him splitting he responsibility with a corporeal Amara, could see him wanting to tag along with her. I also see her being friendly with Krissy and her friends.

I see her splitting his time between the farm and the bunker. She hangs out with Eileen, Sam, and Magda whom Jack resurrected, along with Kevin. Speaking of Kevin, I think he and Emma would have r really strong bond (regardless of whether or not she’s resurrected in this hypothetical scenario). She enjoys hanging out with him and his mom when Kevin’s not at Princeton.

Emma wouldn’t really know what to make of Amara but I think Amara would like her. Especially post-finale because she’s the big sister of her great-nephew. She’s also the daughter of her first friend, because I’d like to think Amara and Dean could have become friends if given the chance (they are Bi4Bi). So Amara probably visits the farm and is kinda like the farm’s wine aunt.

Her real aunt, however, is our Charlie who is resurrected. I think she lives in Sioux Falls and is part of the Wayward Sisters. I think she helps Sam and Eileen on the side, helping to bring hunting into the 21st century. (That IPad scene was a waist if they weren’t going to make it permanent!) Charlie also visits the farm and hosts game nights with them and all their hunter friends. Also she takes Emma, Jack, Magda, Claire and all the girls LARPing. Dean of course tags along and claims he doesn’t have a good time but he does.

And maybe, just maybe, while on a hunt, Emma, Claire, Krissy, and Jack discover a boy who looks just like someone they know. Maybe it’s after his mom’s killed by a monster or maybe he’s got his memories and using he Winchester name. But I think Dean’s kids deserve to get to all be together like the dysfunctional family they are. That also includes Jesse who just kinds shows up one day and they just adopt him into the fold.

Also Jack & Amara fix Purgatory so Emma, Garth, and his pack don’t have to go there. He also resurrects, Benny, Lenore, Madison, and Amy because they don’t deserve to be there. Emma frequents Benny’s diner that he opens in Louisiana with his great-great granddaughter Elizabeth.

I think Jack would offer to resurrect Rowena but she declines. So you know what that means? Weekly trips to hell to hang out with your other favorite aunt! Who definitely teaches Emma and the others how to do magic. Which I think would lead Emma to befriend Max and Alicia (who is not a tree person). Do I think Emma and Alicia would be cute together? Absolutely!

I guess this kinda devolved into my perfect post-canon, huh? Oops XD Tagging @milfcodeddean and @scarecrowmax because looking at your content before I watched the episode 😂 It all just kinda spiraled from there lol

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writingmyanxietyaway · 4 years ago

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Cloacked Heart | Jackson Avery

Requested by anon: Hi😊💕 Are you taking requests? Also, I wanna tell you that your works are very good💯👏👏👌🏻 and then, I was thinking on using “Oh, do you ever shut up?”; “You can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.”; “Tell me I’m wrong.” where the reader is DeLuca's sister and gets to work for the first time with Jackson but they don't get very well at first :) xx

Word count: 2.7k

Warning: none

Note: not my gif! kinda enemies to lovers

Thank you so much, darling! It really means the world to me :) Hope you like it xx

#11 - ‘Oh, do you ever shut up?’

#46 - ‘You can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.’

#67 - ‘Tell me I’m wrong.’

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Today was your third week at your new job. Thanks to your brother Andrew, you got in at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. Before, you worked in a hospital on the other side of the country which you thoroughly enjoyed but due to staff cuts, you had to leave. Being incredibly good at what you do, you got offered some jobs but none of them interested you. So Andrew spoke to his superior and got you a job as an attending in OB/GYN. Your sister Carina worked in OB/GYN also, so that’s where your fascination and passion for this specialty came from.

‘Hey, Y/N! How’s moving in going?’ Arizona asked, handing you a coffee. You took a sip and let the hot beverage slip down your throat. Warmth spread through your whole body as you enjoyed the bitter taste on your tongue.

‘It’s going okay, actually. All I need to do is paint the walls and I’m done,’ you nodded contently. Moving in was less stressful than you thought it would be, thanks to your newly made friends here at Grey Sloan. Arizona was the first person Andrew introduced you to and since he’s her roommate and head of Ped’s, you knew you would most likely see each other more.

‘Cool! Hey, you wanna come over for dinner on friday? I’ll kick Andrew out and we can have a girls night. If you want I’ll invite the other girls too,’ she said, pointing to the three sisters at the end of the hallway who waved at you.

‘Yeah, that would be fun. If it’s not a bother to you, that is,’ you said. You hated being a bother to anyone and always did your best to keep to yourself. Especially since you were new, you didn’t want to intrude. All of the staff seemed really close to each other by what you had seen so far.

‘Oh it’s no problem at all!’ she waved off, ‘And besides, after such a stressful time you deserve a glass of wine. Or bottle.’ She winked at you and left to check up on het patients. You knew you had surgery tonight, so you decided to lay down for a little in one of the on-call rooms. Thinking about your life before and now made you smile. The job you had was great, but they didn’t let you do what you did best; save lives and deliver babies. There was always someone who was better than you or stole your patients. It was unfair and definitely uncalled for, but being here made you feel appreciated and welcomed. You hadn’t met everyone yet, but so far you got along with everyone.

You heard a knock on the door and got up. It was one of the interns who told you the surgery had been moved to the afternoon. You decided to check on the patient before surgery, but someone already beat you to it. A man was talking to your patient. He was tall, muscular and had piercing blue eyes. You knew it was Jackson Avery, as you had seen on the board earlier today, but you had yet to meet the man. Your breath hitched for a moment and that caught the attention of both your patient and the still unknown man.

‘Hi, sorry to interrupt. I’m doctor DeLuca. I’ll be performing your surgery with doctor Avery,’ you introduced yourself to the patient with a smile. She shook your hand and then turned her attention back to Jackson. He explained every step of the surgery. She was pregnant with twins, but her skin had been completely stretched out, making the continuation of the pregnancy very dangerous. You would deliver both babies safely while Jackson restored the skin. It wasn’t a risky procedure, but it did require some skills. Hence the two of you being here. Once he was done explaining, she felt safe enough and two interns took her to pre-op. You handed the tablet to one of the nurses, who you remembered was called Linda, and turned to Jackson.

‘I don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Y/N DeLuca, ’ you said with a smile and held out your hand for him to take. He shook it and nodded at you.

‘Jackson Avery. Let me be clear straight away. Don’t try anything funny with me or anyone in this hospital. This hospital is funded with the money I provided, so this placed is owned by me, no matter what anyone says. I can kick you out as easily as you came in. So, let’s do this surgery, because I have more to do today.’ Not waiting for an answer, he turned around and left to prep for surgery. You stared at him until he left and shook yourself out of your haze. What crawled up his ass and died?

When you tried to leave, you bumped into Andrew.

‘Hey, Annie,’ you asked, hearing him groan behind you. You had called him that since you caught him singing along to Annie: The Musical one night. He hated it ever since, but after doing it for so long his actual name sounded weird so you just kept using it. ‘Is Jackson always such an ass?’ You turned around and watched his face turn into a frown.

‘No.. most of the time he’s the nicest guy around, why?’ he asked. He saw you frowning and stepped towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder. ‘Did he do something?’

Your sister was older than you and he was younger, making you the middle child, but he always protected you like an older brother. Whenever you felt sad or angry, you came to him first before anyone else.

‘No, nothing happened. I just introduced myself and he started going on about me not trying anything funny here because he could kick me out if he wanted to,’ you mumbled.

‘Hmm.. maybe he has a bad day? I can talk to him if you want me to?’

‘No, it’s okay. I’ve got surgery with him, so I’ll talk to him. I gotta go, see you tonight?’ you asked. He nodded and smiled.

‘Goodluck, peanut! Page me if you need anything.’

You scrubbed, changed into different clothes and stared operating. You could see how tense Jackson still was, so you tried to lighten the mood.

‘So, Jackson, how long have you been here for?’ you asked. Your hands worked flawlessly and Jackson noticed. He was pissed off at someone new coming to work at the hospital again, thinking it would only cause more drama again, but you seemed actually nice and talented. It sparked a little jealousy in him that he hadn’t felt before.

‘Long enough,’ he grumbled. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. His eyebrows were furrowed and he watched the skin he worked on closely. You had seen his work before and it was incredible.

‘Okay, well..’ you started, ‘Not to kiss your ass or anything, but I think you’re a great surgeon and I am really looking forward to working with you more in the future.’

There was no response as you continued on delivering the babies. You soon delivered a boy and shortly after a little girl.

‘There they are. Please take them to either doctor Robins or Karev. They’ll check up on them and inform the parents. I’ll be right there,’ you told the interns with a smile and they quickly left.

‘That was really nice, you know.. Saving the hospital and all. I couldn’t-’ you got cut off by a load groan of Jackson.

‘Oh, do you ever shut up?’

Shocked at his sudden snap, your hands froze and your breath hitched. He seemed to be okay with what he said, since he just kept going. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t mean to snap. It was like he lost control over his mouth, because when the words left his lips, he was shocked himself. Snapping at a woman like that was very unlike him, so when you mumbled out a sorry, he wanted to apologize, but the words were stuck in his throat.

The ‘shut up’ incident had been almost a year ago. You had worked with him a few times after that and he talked to you more often now, but luckily Arizona offered to take your surgeries with him so you could take over hers. She had truly been your best friend since you started at Grey Sloan, besides April. The three of you got along incredibly well and you even went out for dinner once a month. Andrew and you had switched apartments, so you now lived with Arizona and he lived in your apartment.

It was saturday and you were about to leave, but you wanted to check on you patient Amy one last time before she left. She was allowed to leave tomorrow and you had the day off, so you wouldn’t see her anymore. Sofia was 18 and was now a mother of a healthy baby girl. Her parents refused to see her as they were religious and didn’t approve of their daughter having sex before marriage. So you kind of took her under your wing until she left.

‘How are you holding up?’ you asked her, sitting on the end of her bed. She smiled at the little peanut laying on her chest as she wrapped her little hand around Amy’s finger.

‘I’m okay. I guess all the cliché’s are true. Whenever I look at her everything just falls away. I’m going to be okay. We will be okay. I know we are,’ she spoke and you felt extremely proud of her. When she came in, she was terrified, alone and hurt. Now, she was all grown up and not scared of what the future would bring.

‘I’m proud of you, Amy. I really am. You have my number, so if anything happens or if you need anything, just give me a call, okay?’ She nodded and you hugged her goodbye. You caressed the little girl over the head and was about to leave when suddenly her heartbeat picked up and she started seizing. You took the child away as you yelled at nurses to help you, but to no avail. She had a heart attack and didn’t survive. The baby was taken away to the pediatric wing and her body was taken to the morgue. You sat in the middle of the room, staring at the place Amy laid alive and smiling just a little over an hour ago. Your bottom lip trembled and you could feel your throat closing up as you choked back a sob.

Jackson was about to leave too, when he saw you sitting alone in an empty room quietly crying to yourself. He glanced around to see if anyone knew what you were doing there, but when he saw no one even noticed you were sitting on your own, he stepped in.

‘What are you doing here?’ he softly asked you. He noticed you tensing up, but something inside him told him you needed someone to be there for you. Clearly you were shaken up, so he couldn’t just leave you here alone. He grabbed a chair and sat down next to you. He followed your gaze and it didn’t take long for him to realise you’d lost a patient.

‘How old was she?’ he whispered. You let out a shaky breath and wiped away your tears.

‘Eighteen. Heart attack,’ you whispered back, your voice breaking. His heart clenched when he saw you so broken. You always wandered and skipped around the halls, a smile on your face and carrying positivity with you everywhere you went. Seeing tears falling down your cheeks and a frown on your face was nothing like you.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, placing a hand on your thigh. You felt a spark of electricity flow through your body and turned to face him. His eyes held remorse and his eyebrows were furrowed in worry.

‘I’m sorry too.’

You two sat like this for a few minutes. Sitting in silence cleared your head. You enjoyed Jackson’s company and it made you feel safe and warm to know he wanted to know if you were okay.

‘Come on. I’ll take you home,’ he offered, holding out his hand for you to take. You gladly took it and placed the chairs back on their spots. You got in his expensive car and silently drove to Arizona’s and your place. When you arrived, you didn’t get out right away.

‘Thank you Jackson. You didn’t have to do that, wait for me, I mean. But thank you for waiting and being there. I appreciate it,’ you told him, not daring to look him in the eyes. You could see him nod in the corner of your eye.

‘No problem. If you need anyone, you can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.’

Your heart fluttered at his words and you blushed. He reached out for your hand and kissed the top of it.

‘Goodnight, Jackson. Thanks again.’

Three years you had been working here. Since the passing of your patient, you and Jackson got along surprisingly well. Others seemed to notice as well, because both of you got invited to parties and dinners more, because you finally could be in a room with each other without one killing the other. Either of you were unaware of the feelings you shared for each other, that seemed to increase more every day.

‘Hey Jackson, wanna come over for dinner tonight? Arizona is out and I don’t wanna sit alone all night,’ you asked him, flopping down on the couch next to him. He seemed to ignore you as he continued playing on his phone.

‘Jackson? Are you okay?’ you asked again, this time softer and turning your body to look at him. You saw him swallow thickly and nervously play with his beard. It felt like a slap to the face when he ignored you. After three years you could finally have a decent conversation and now he was shutting you out again..? It simply didn’t make sense.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ you whispered. You swallowed the lump in your throat and Jackson finally looked up at you. He had to say it. It was now or never.

‘Tell me I’m wrong,’ he stated. His eyes held fear as he looked you in the eyes.

‘Wrong about what?’ you asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. ‘Jackson, what’s going on?’ Placing a hand on his knee, his eyes flickered from your hand to your face.

‘Tell me I’m right to believe you share the same feelings I have for you,’ he breathed out. Your heart beat loudly in your ears and you felt like he could hear it. He placed his hand over yours that laid on his knee and interwined your hands. You couldn’t believe it. Taking you silence as an answer, he chuckled bitterly and let go of your hand.

‘I guess I was wrong,’ he mumbled, standing up. You quickly stood up too.

‘I want to tell you you’re wrong, but that would be a lie. And I can’t lie; not to you. I actually wanted to tell you the same. Tonight. If you wanted to of course.’ You stumbled over your words as you tried to tell him how you felt. He chuckled at your rambling and he cut you short by placing a hand in your neck and pulling you against him, kissing you softly. His lips were soft and full and he smelled amazing. You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing in your tip toes to pull him closer.

‘Only if it’s a date and I cook for you,’ he whispered against your lips. You giggled and nodded, making him smile.

‘I’m sure we can arrange that.’

You leaned in again, but froze when you heard a voice behind you.

‘Oh come on! Not you too. Now I’ve lost both my sisters to my co-workers. I shouldn’t have offered you the job, damn it,’ Andrew grumbled.

‘Oh, shut it Annie. Your time will come,’ you called after him, earning a middle finger in return, making you and Jackson giggle.

#andrew deluca #andrew deluca x reader #andrew deluca imagine #giacomo gianniotti #jackson avery #jackson avery x reader #jackson avery imagine #jesse williams #greys anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #prompt 11 #prompt 46 #prompt 67

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neonponders · 4 years ago

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*sigh* catch me projecting on a Saturday.

I read this post ( @lazybakerart you wizard - ALSO IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY?????? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹) and am now thinking about a sugardaddy!Billy with an ace!Steve. (*emphasis on grey ace*)

* Please nobody attack me for writing about leather fashion. I’m vegetarian and it’s fiction. Live a little. *

Read on ao3 ~

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Steve just kind of stared at the box on the restaurant table. It wasn’t a ring box, but it was velvet. Goodness knew how many of these he’d seen in his life.

Steve knew wealth. He knew money, and all of the material variations therein.

He’d gotten pedicures with his mother before his father declared such a thing unfit for a boy coming into puberty. If you look like a man, act like a man. As if men didn’t have feet, or something.

Then he went to the salon. That wasn’t so easy to take away. Ventures with her son seemed to be the only things keeping Mrs. Harrington from being connected to her husband’s hip, so Mr. Harrington let them both have this one. Steve, fresh out of graduation, being given a hairdresser’s chair to accomplish summer-fresh highlights.

Mrs. Harrington was also the type of woman to enjoy shoes. Everyone has a thing. For some, they had bags. Others, jewelry. Vintage furniture. Designer wallpaper. Mrs. Harrington enjoyed shoes. It was where Steve learned to carry a woman’s bags, but he didn’t stay outside of the store. He learned how to clean suede, the difference between a 130 So Kate and an ordinary heel. What fetish meant in terms of fashion. He can convert heels sizes in millimeters to inches faster than a cashier calculating change.

Tommy and Carol had joked about Steve’s father having a different kind of fetish. Nothing to do with fashion, and everything to do with sex. Steve had foolishly let them into his mother’s bedroom and they were having a field day with a shoe closet that cost more than both of their houses combined. Still smelling of Nancy and pool chlorine, Steve as good as ended that friendship right there.

Because they didn’t get it.

Mr. Harrington certainly didn’t get it. Could never have such a sexual inclination because he didn’t understand pampering or indulgent interests.

He understood favors. Material apologies.

Mrs. Harrington had a collection of pearls and diamonds that she never wore.

Steve knew she liked opals and pink, pink rubies, because Steve liked opals too. Because he used his father’s money to buy ruby studs his mother actually wore. Because he gets her oldest, broken bracelet with green amber fixed, and she wears it until it breaks again. And then she presented Steve with a thin, gold chain to go around his ankle. With a gleaming, green amber stone flanked by two opals.

The green goes with our eyes, she said. Someone special will see the green in all that brown. It’s why we look good in reds.

Steve was still looking at the box on the table.

“It’s not going to catch fire, the longer you glare at it.”

His dark hazel, creek water eyes slanted up to the man sitting opposite him.

Billy Hargrove.

Stubborn to a fault. Gorgeous as Lucifer with wings freshly burnt off. And just as dangerous.

“I thought I said no more gifts.”

“And I ignored you. Open it.”

Steve went about it like ripping off a bandaid. He sighed at the window beside their booth, wrenching the thing open to see -

Diamonds.

He shut it with a loud clap and set it on Billy’s placemat. “No, thanks.”

The man’s features froze in tolerant stoicism, but he eased the box inside his suit jacket pocket. “You’re a hard one to shop for.”

Steve’s eyes widened dramatically over his wine glass of water. Not because he was sober - he’d willingly pay for an overpriced red, himself, if the handsome asshole weren’t trying to wave his wallet everywhere. “You can stop trying to buy your way into my pants any time you want.”

“If that’s all I wanted, I would’ve stopped three months ago.”

Three months ago,

When Billy breezed into Steve’s life as easily as he had senior year of high school. The two of them certainly deserved some kind of award for having a bizarre history.

Within a handful of months, Billy had arrived upon a turbulent time in Steve’s life, and then left nearly as quickly. Billy witnessed Steve and Nancy’s break-up, Steve’s fall from Hawkins High grace, and even beat his face a little bit. Because that’s what teenage men with bad emotional processing and even worse communication skills do.

Now, almost ten years later, Billy had some kind of empire behind him and Steve, well, didn’t. He had no idea what Billy’s job consisted of, but he got little hints. Mostly the negative space from Billy’s lack of discussing his job told Steve a whole lot.

Steve, who worked two jobs and occasional gigs wherever he was needed. During one such time, while Steve managed the cables and sound boards for Robin’s band, Billy Hargrove sauntered up to him with just as much charm mixed with hauteur as he’d ever displayed.

It wasn’t like meeting an old friend, because they had never been more than acquaintances, and roughly ten years was enough time for a personality to evolve ten different ways.

Steve couldn’t say how much he and Billy had evolved, really, but there was a point in there somewhere.

Maybe it lived in the, “I never expected to see you in a dyke club, pretty boy,” since it was all the coming out either of them needed.

Or the wanton kisses and fervent hands underneath the neon rainbow on the venue’s wall.

Maybe the point sat in the things Billy wanted, and what Steve was reticent to provide. Because Billy was a king who knew what he liked, and seemed particularly talented at walking into Steve’s personal crises like an anniversary.

Steve craved.

But he didn’t know what he craved. What he yearned for. He knew Billy’s kisses made his brain go molten and fuzzy. He knew Billy’s smell brought him just as much comfort, excitement, and anxiety. He knew finally being outside of sex-crazed high school had deflated something in him. The expectations to perform. He knew losing Robin’s stupid game of You Rule / You Suck gave him a secret gift of relief.

But he still craved. He wanted touch but he wanted to be alone. He wanted companionship but he didn’t want sex. But he did enjoy sex, except he didn’t want the expectation of it.

Well.

That was it, wasn’t it?

Billy Hargrove, who could have anyone he wanted plastered to his stupid, unbuttoned chest, had sought out Steve. Steve, king of mixed signals, Harrington. It was only a matter of time before he got his face beaten again. For wasting Billy’s time. For refusing Billy’s advances even though Steve clearly enjoyed Billy’s lips on his neck, and Billy’s hand on his inner thigh. For wanting Billy’s company and flirtation without the rules that finished in the bedroom.

So Steve refused the gifts. The material favors he could’ve sold for a better apartment. Fucked his way to owning a house that his mom would feel comfortable visiting. Be an unfeeling toy who could pay for his mother’s shoes and his own pedicures.

“Steve?”

He turned away from the window and the city’s electric constellations. “Hm?”

“Where’d you go?”

The back of Steve’s throat ached. He looked down at their appetizer plates and decided, “I think I’m going home.” After a second of them both hearing it out loud, Steve said with more conviction, “I need to be home right now. I’m sorry. Thanks for dinner.”

He almost reached for his wallet to pay for his half of the artichoke dip, but reconsidered. He took his old prom tuxedo jacket off on the way to the elevator, waiting for the doors to close before he pressed his face into the old fibers.

It would be easier if Steve didn’t know money. If wealth were a foreign pillow he had never slept on; could be spoiled into never giving it up again.

Like a true mother with a sixth sense, Steve withdrew a package from his mailbox when he returned to his apartment building. Mrs. Harrington’s versions of care packages were fashion magazines, a subscription to The New Yorker, polaroids of her latest closet pieces, and Steve’s favorite candy.

He loved it all. He didn’t need laminated recipes, bags of rice, or resupplied hair products. He went up to his bedroom, stripped down to nothing, and fell into bed with the hefty parcel. Fruity hard candies fell out like confetti, and he stuck a green apple square inside his cheek while he looked through her baggie of polaroids.

Peach suede 130s. Steve felt a warm tickle in his belly at that. She only wore 130s if she was pissed at his father. A woman in 130s walked with the force of a storm, mostly because the damn things were nearly intolerable to wear without a platform.

Another pair of diamond earrings. One of these days, people were going to realize how boring clear rocks were.

Dark, amethyst Miu Mius with the heel and toe encrusted with pearls. Steve’s dad must’ve really pissed her off to warrant that apology.

The magazine subscription had piled up, so he had three New Yorkers to read, but he opened the tome of Vogue first. His mother dog-earred her favorite articles, scent samples, and spreads. She often favored the androgynous and male fragrances. Steve liked that a whole lot. He wasn’t sure if she did that for him because he liked them, or if he liked them because she did that.

He held the magazine to his face as he went to the kitchen, smelling the first fragrance sample while he reached for his cache of boxed cake mix. It was a funfetti kind of night. He rattled the package of sprinkles in his hand while reading about some summer collection where the runway happened in a Greek ampitheatre. Sounded fun. Sounded like a great vacation. Beach, wine, and then modern art fusing with ancient architecture.

Steve didn’t excel in chemistry, but he knew a different kind of magic.

Which didn’t actually include baking. The cake emerged a little dark, but he cut off the burnt top, iced it to glorious, sugar perfection, and took a slice to bed with him. He turned the parcel upside-down for the last of the candy to come out so he could throw the envelope away -

Two bottles of nail polish landed heavily on the bed. Steve lifted the darker bottle to see a purple so ebony he thought it was black until he opened it to see the paint up close.

Purple and peach. To match his mother’s shoes.

Not many people understood his parents’ methods of producing or avoiding affection. But Steve did. He shook up the poison violet and painted his toenails in between forkfuls of cake.

He didn’t hear from Billy the next day.

Or the next.

As bad as Steve felt, he couldn’t say he minded. Nor would he be surprised if Billy never called him again. The idea brought a lonely peace during the commute to work, reading his magazines on the train before keeping them safe in a folder that he stuffed inside his backpack. Even if Steve’s chest felt like a cold balloon, with its latex worn thin and tired, he had his little things to keep him warm.

Then a knock on his apartment door.

Steve answered it with a cheek full of cake, interrupted from making his grocery list of actual nutritional value -

Billy had never visited before. Steve stared at him long enough for him to ask, “Are you going to let me in?”

Steve glanced at the box under his arm and turned into his apartment with a sigh. Billy closed the door behind him as he remarked, “You don’t know what’s in it yet.”

There wasn’t exactly anywhere for Steve to theatrically storm off to. His kitchen was also his living room, and a half-wall partitioned the bedroom off to the side. His apartment was one long rectangle, and Steve remained stuck in the middle of it.

“Billy, I don’t know what you want from me that you think you can get from expensive things.”

“I don’t recall asking for anything in return,” he drawled while removing his coat.

“Don’t take that off,” Steve retorted.

“I’m taking it off.”

“This isn’t going to be a long visit.”

“Would you at least open the damn thing first?” Billy presented the box on the flat of his hand like a waiter’s tray.

Steve knew a shoe box when he saw one. He swatted the lid off the box before he even meant to. He was so tired of this game. Of these rules. He doesn’t want to see some snotty designer sneaker that isn’t to his taste. Some item the rules would dictate he accept without complaint. Or some chunky, foamy plastic, glorified tennis shoe that is over hyped . . .

He sees the red first.

It’s not a sneaker.

Hot Chick heels. 100mm. Black suede on top, red bottom. The leather around the heel scallop-cut like minimalist flower petals.

Steve’s breath has stopped in his chest. The pad of his thumb moved across the soft, matte leather before he stops himself. He tries to look stern when he dares to peek up at Billy, but those water-turquoise eyes are steady on him, absorbing his every reaction.

“These don’t exist in suede.”

Because they didn’t. Hot Chicks came in patent leather only.

“They do now.”

“Louboutin sizes down.”

“Then we’ll have them stretched.”

Steve is losing. Billy knows he’s losing. Billy - he -

“How - ?” Steve begins but stops. He closed his eyes and swallowed, only to flinch a little when Billy grasped his chin, holding him in place as he leaned in to lick the corner of his mouth free of icing.

“Will you try them on for me?”

Steve feels a mixture of defeat mixed in with petulance and vulnerable glee as he warily takes the box to his humble couch. Billy looked at his bed, and then to the kitchen on the other side of the apartment. He strolled into it and lifted the knife for a slice.

Steve, meanwhile, took his time. He opened the paper from where it had floated back over the shoes. He lifted the box to inhale the leather. He took one shoe out just to...see it. Look at it. Read the number stamped on the red arch.

Steve had to remove his socks, revealing his lacquered toes as Billy sat next to him with a plate. He eased the coffee table out of the way, giving Steve room to wiggle his foot into the severe 100mm heel.

They were hardly glamorous under his old, cut-off sweats.

But.

He’d never actually seen his feet in heels before. Never bothered to try to find his size.

Billy handed him the other shoe, and stood up with a ready hand. Steve wiggled into it and accepted his hold as he stood up.

How do you walk in those? he’d once asked his mother.

Trust the heel, my love, she’d answered, strolling around her bedroom in her 130s. If you’ve paid enough for it, it better hold up your entire form, and your dating baggage.

Steve had laughed, but listened to her every word. Move like a wheel barrow. You pivot on your toes, like the wheel, and rest on the heels.

“I’ve got you,” Billy purred when Steve teetered. Just a little.

“Why did you get me these?” Steve had to ask while he began to ease his arm off of Billy’s shoulders.

“Might’ve had a look inside your mail,” he admitted shamelessly. “I thought you might’ve ordered something and I could finally see what you liked. Instead, it’s the one thing I’ve seen you accept.”

“You’re a creep,” Steve declared, but he couldn’t look away from his feet as he strolled around the coffee table.

Billy laughed and sat down to his cake. “This is good.”

“It’s from a box.”

“It’s still good.”

Things . . . changed, after that. Billy came over just to come over. And he pestered Steve with endless questions.

“Do you like these?” he asked with his nose against the magazine pages.

Steve towered over him in his heels, but he’d wash dishes in whatever he wanted, thanks very much. And leather needed to be worn, as his mother taught him. Plastic is trash. If it comes from a living creature, it lives on a creature.

Steve snorted beside him. “My mom crimps those pages.”

“But do you like them?”

“They’re fun in magazines, but perfumes were never really my thing.”

“What is your thing?”

“Right now? You, elbows deep in here.”

Billy perked right out of the magazine only to lock onto the sink. “Because you’re having trouble reaching it now?”

Steve meant to have a witty come-back, but he got caught up in his own giggles. “Yeah.”

Then,

“Can I stay the night?”

Something must have flashed across his face, because Billy added, “Not for sex. I’ve taken the hint, all right?”

Steve slowly unfolded his socks where he sat on the foot of the bed. “Why do you want to?”

Billy wiped his hands on the dish towel and padded across the room to sit beside him. “Because I want to taste you before I sleep. And I wanna taste you when I wake up. I want your snark in my ears all the time - ”

“All the time?” Steve repeated, deadpan.

“Yeah, all the time. I can’t believe it either.”

Billy’s features were warm, unbelievably warm as he watched Steve laugh. “Of course I want to have sex with you. But I miss you when... I miss you all the time. It’s embarrassing.”

Steve rolled his eyes onto him, to which Billy defended, “I have things to do.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re the big man in town,” Steve babied, pushing his chest so he toppled backward.

“I am, actually,” he crooned, his hands finding Steve’s legs easily when he straddled him. “I’d work better with you on my desk.”

“My hairy legs and scraped up heels?” Steve threatened breathily, holding Billy’s cheek and jaw in one hand while he leaned over him so all Billy could see was Steve.

“All of it,” he exhaled, and pulled Steve’s head the last inch for a kiss.

Billy’s next gift was a pair of slippers. Plush, soft, and perfect after an afternoon in 100s.

Then he gave Steve a massage. Steve could accept those with ease. The balls of his feet hurt and even blushed a faint indigo from being so unused to heels. The warm attention of Billy’s hands on the arches of his feet, heels, and ankles; as well as the cold tennis balls he stored in Steve’s freezer to roll along his feet.

By then, he’d seen Steve’s anklet. So the next shoe box Steve opened were dark green suede, as poisonously dark as his mother’s violet heels. The toe was bare, but the heel was encrusted with opals. The milky stones flashed green and orange as Steve walked in the 120mm heel.

“How do they feel?”

Steve, with far more mastery over heels now, pivoted on his toes and planted one on the couch in between Billy’s thighs. His warm hand cradled Steve’s ankle immediately.

“What if I shaved for these?”

“Then I’d never take my hands off you.”

“So nothing would change,” Steve giggled, teasing gone as he landed on Billy’s lap. The man underneath him hummed his mirth into Steve’s mouth, his other hand burying in Steve’s hair while he let Steve control the kiss, explore his mouth.

“I thought they’d go with your eyes,” he said when the kiss petered off and Steve kissed his nose. Billy touched the pad of his thumb high on Steve’s cheek. “There’s a little bit of green there.”

Steve let Billy fuck him in those shoes.

Because he finally craved all the way, beyond fear of rules. Beyond the existence of toys. He craved Billy deeper than skin, and Billy gave it to him.

And when Billy got him a pair of 130s . . . blood red and spiked with tiny, crimson points, he let Steve fuck him.

#everything i know about shoes i learned from Violet Chachki #harringrove #ficlet #asexual!steve #sugardaddy!billy #sugarbaby!steve #neonponders #pondermoniums #lazybakerart #happy birthday love!!!#no i don't know billy's job #cover a plot hole with an unreliable narrator~

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