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The Roommate Agreement |7-The Mischief Night.

Pairing(s)/Tropes—Eventual Steve Harrington X Reader, slow burn.

Summary—The night before Halloween, where kids and adults alike get up to no good. What’s the worst that could happen?

Warnings/Extras—strong language, drinking, smoking, recreational drug use (not consumed/used by any of the main cast), angst and arguing, sad party girl hours, the sexual tension is strong with this one, let me know if I missed anything!

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Steve Harrington is avoiding me like the plague and doing a terrible job of hiding it.

He has his odd detached moments just like everyone else—when his eyes gloss over and you can tell he just wants to crawl into bed and hide. But this is different. Steve’s dandy around everyone else but me, a harsh cold shoulder I’d accept if I had actually done anything to deserve it. The extent of our conversations are limited strictly to the topic of Archie—who we had inadvertently began raising together in some bizarre split custody agreement—and even then he’s straight to the point and ducking out of the conversation quickly. Gone is the flirty, arrogant Steve Harrington, a hollow shell replacing him. I hate to admit I’m offended by it, mostly because I thought we were actually friends. Well, maybe a little more than that.

Sure, we’d exchanged some moments that blurred the line between friendship and something more, but we had never made explicit commitments. Which is why I have no business being upset when Steve brings a girl home after his shift at the bar. But I am.

She’s all tan legs and soft brown hair with hazel eyes and a tight dress, the exact type of insanely beautiful girl you’d expect him to be with. Robin and I share the couch, sitting at opposite ends and our legs resting on top of one another as we sip on wine and complain about life and Archie sleeps in my lap. We freeze mid conversation as the clock strikes 1:33 AM and the bright blue front door swings open. That’s when I see her, drunk and stumbling but not nearly as much as Steve, whose failure to stand straight reminds me of a newborn giraffe learning to walk.

“Oh my God, hi!” The girl grins, releasing her hold around Steve’s neck to stumble over to us. The smell of her expensive perfume nearly drowns out the reek of Tequila on her breath. Huh, I guess Steve was right about Tequila imparting judgement to an extreme. “I’m Hannah! You guys must be the roommates!” Before we’ve got time to run away, she’s tugging us both into an uncomfortable group hug. My aversion to strangers and physical touch makes itself wildly apparent and I suddenly feel the urge to shower. Steve tugs on her shoulder lightly and I avoid looking at him just like he does to me. They’re down the hallway and barreling into Steve’s bedroom in a flash, and I turn the TV volume up to avoid the risk of hearing whatever they get up to in there.

“Uh, what the hell was that?’ Robin leans forward, nearly spilling her wine on my blanket.

I shake my head, swallowing my hurt and replacing it with false indifference. He’s not yours to be jealous about, remember that. “Damned if I know,” the words slip through my wine-stained lips and give me away.

Robin frowns and her shoulders slump. “I thought for sure you two had something going on,” she presses.

I grip my drink tighter. “No.” I deadpan, my voice reverberating off the glass.

She raises her brows and her eyes drift to the little orange furball on my lap. “You’re kidding, right?” She snorts. “You guys have a freaking cat together.”

“Not together,” I correct, pointing a finger. “We have a mutual interest for a living creature’s wellbeing because we are good people, therefore we agree to share the responsibility of making sure he doesn’t get himself killed.” I tell her, scratching between Archie’s ears. His white stripes and feet are growing prominent now, stark contrast against fiery red hair.

“…So you guys have a cat together.” She stands her ground, her stance fact in her mind. I roll my eyes and bite my rebuttal on my tongue because I know what she’s doing. She wants me to admit I have feelings for Steve, which I don’t—or maybe I do—Who cares?

A faint moan echos down the hallway. My face turns numb and my hands tingle. I get this sick feeling in my stomach and my lungs constrict as I stare into the abyss, trying to think about anything other than what’s happening back there. Robin’s eyes ghost over my face and she gives me a pitiful smile. “Hey,” she nudges me. I look up at her. “Wanna watch Twilight and drink every time we cringe?”

“Buckley,” I smirk. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

We giggle, grabbing the remote and settling deeper into the couch.

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The digital alarm clock on my nightstand screams to life, scraping me out of my comatose. The little box of nightmares hurries me to get out of bed, the red numbers flashing 7:00 AM until I smash my hand lazily on all the buttons, desperate for the reprieve of silence. I roll out of bed, body heavy and aching. It’s a fight just to get into the shower, sleep beckoning me back to the bed. I don’t need a job that bad, do I? Yes, you do.

Maybe if I didn’t live in a thin-walled apartment with Dumb, Dumber and Dumbass, I’d actually get some sleep around here. Eddie’s always up playing his guitar, writing a song for his final at school. Steve’s bedroom is a revolving door of very vocal girls and that doesn’t bother me other than the lack of sleep I get..right? Of course it bothers you. No it doesn’t. Goddammit!

Ben’s taken to coming home late at night in a not-so-quiet way, stumbling drunk into the apartment at ungodly hours of the night, and I can’t help but wonder what type of shit influence this new girl is on him. When I’m the most normal person in the room, you know something’s terribly wrong. I don’t know what’s up with them; everyone’s been so cagey recently for one reason or another. Eddie, who lives as my human shadow, remains mostly unchanged towards me however. Though his comments about Steve and I’s nonexistent relationship have ceased.

The little tabletop calendar on my vanity reads October 30. One day before Halloween, and I’m buzzing with anticipation. The Cafe’s got itself on the roster of businesses on the Loop that will be passing out candy to Trick-Or-Treaters. Some of my favorite traditions include dressing up and seeing the kids’ costumes. I love seeing how creative everyone can get. I’m bummed that my lack of free time has resulted in zero holiday planning, including a costume.

I glance at my phone and realize I’ve taken far too long to get ready and that I am, in fact, running late for the train. By the time I get there I’ll have to wait for the next one, which means I’ll be twenty-three minutes late to work. I drop everything I’m doing and get dressed as I barrel towards the door. “Christ on a bike. I am late, I am so, so—“ The door doesn’t open as I pull on it. Maybe I’m still asleep. I yank on the handle with all my might, and it opens ever so slightly but closes shut swiftly. What the fuck? I pull on it with all my might, peeking into the sliver of open doorway I scrounge up. A rope tethers my doorknob to Eddie’s across the hall. There is boyish giggling on the other side. The shuffling of feet. I groan, hammering my fist on the door. “Ugh, boys! Knock it off, I gotta get to work!”

When the door doesn’t relent, I give up and return to the bathroom, where a second, smaller door leads out to the hallway. I unlock it and storm down the hall. I catch Eddie dashing away from me to take cover in the kitchen. I tail after him, socks slipping on the cheap flooring, and I slide into him with force. He catches me, hands gripping my arms tight but lovingly. “Could you at least wait until noon to start being a little shit?” I huff, making his curls fluff outward.

He pats my head, releasing me. “Sorry, Sweetheart. No can do. It’s Mischief Night,”

“It’s 8AM,” Ben feels the need to remind him that it’s not nighttime from behind his laptop screen. His hair is gelled back like a Ken doll and he’s wearing the nice suit he bought for Aunt Karen’s wedding. He must have an important meeting today.

“Mischief Night is the greatest day of all,” Eddie emphasizes the word as if to highlight the fact that despite its name, the holiday is active for a full 24 hours. “On the night before All Hallows Eve, children may partake in mischief. Get it out of their system before the main event,”

“Sounds very Medieval,” I attest, yanking my shoes on my feet.

The front door opens. I pivot on one foot as I tie my shoe to see Robin with a plate of pumpkin shaped sugar cookies and bags of beer. “Good morning, family! Happy Mischief,” she holds up her treats. “I brought treasure!” Archie dashes down the hallway and circles her feet, rubbing against her ankles. He’s quite a bit bigger these days, the difference most noticeable with how much more he eats now. My wallet sure does notice that part.

“Does everyone else know about this made up holiday besides me?” I complain.

“All holidays are made up.” Of course Ben is the one to point that out, sipping on his coffee flavored with cream and the need to always be right.

“Treasure for what?” I ask Robin.

“Tonight, duh!” She dances in place. My blank expression is met with her confusion. “…the party?”

I glare at the boys. Eddie shrugs, Ben hides behind his coffee. “Thank you, people who live in the apartment I also pay rent for, for telling me we’re throwing a party tonight.” I’m not mad, just annoyed. Not only do I not have a costume, but this place is a mess and I don’t trust Eddie to get it clean in time while the rest of us are at work.

Footsteps I assume to be Steve’s trickle down the hall, but as they get closer I realize those feet are far too small to be Steve’s. Just as I turn, I hear her. “Uh, who the hell are you?” A voice I don’t recognize demands, like this is her house to make demands in. I look up from my stubborn Converse. A blonde haired, blue eyed girl in an oversized T-shirt and nothing else stares at Robin and I. I realize pretty quickly by the way Eddie and Ben are avoiding looking at her that she doesn’t belong to either of them. That’s when I realize, heart sinking, that she’s with Steve. Yet he’s nowhere to be found.

“Uh, I live here?” I have the tendency to match people’s attitudes, but Robin’s presence simmers me down as she bumps her hip into mine. The girl looks at Robin expectantly, like she’s sussing out which of us if Steve’s secret girlfriend he neglected to inform her of.

“I don’t live here but I’m like… super gay,” Robin adds. I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, cringing. I guess it’s the thought that counts; Thanks, Robin.

“Speaking of, where’s your girlfriend?” Eddie asks, completely ignoring the little blonde half-naked girl in our kitchen.

“Setting up Trunk or Treat at some old church,” Robin discloses. Her and Eddie devolve into heated debate about whether or not most churches are haunted.

Steve’s bedroom door opens. He doesn’t bother closing it as he bolts down the hall at record speed. It’s as if he already knows she’s caused some trouble, the way he wraps an arm around her and smiles nervously. “H-Hey guys, this is Jenny,”

“Hello Jenny,” I force myself to smile, doing my best to hide my annoyance. I can’t pass up the opportunity to glare at Steve for not warning her of his roommates. Jenny seems to be the only one to catch it though, and throws a nasty look back at me. It wasn’t meant for you, Wench. Her attitude agitates me just enough to set my sleep-deprived brain off. “Steven, if you’re going to bring girls home, would you at least warn them you live with a woman? And shut the hell up at night, remember that we share a wall.” Steve and Jenny look equally mortified.

Ben laughs. I pivot to him. “And you, Elephant Feet! Come home quieter or not at 3AM!” his face drops and he frowns, offended. Eddie doesn’t dare laugh, afraid and knowing he’s next. “You—oh, goddammit. I can’t stay mad at you—but drive me to work! I’m late!” I shout at him. I really can’t be mad that he’s working on his music, I just wish he wouldn’t do it at night. I can however be a little mad about his dumb prank this morning.

Eddie perks up, dashing to grab his keys. “Yes sir!” He salutes, wiggling out the front door. I spin on my heels to follow him, shutting the door a little too hard behind me. Our footsteps shuffle in unrhythmic chaos, down winding halls and three flights of stairs. Gloria’s parked behind Ben’s blacked out Mazda in all her rusty glory, ready to carry me to the salvation of getting to keep my job another day. Eddie unlocks the passenger side door and opens it for me with a bow. I snicker and swipe the stray food wrappers and empty cigarette cartons off the seat. He closes the door behind me and trots around the front of the van to hop into the driver’s seat. “Steve’s girlfriend of the week seems…nice,” he murmurs, shimmying the key in the ignition until the car roars to life.

I make a noise similar to what you’d produce when there’s a bad taste in your mouth. It’s not that I mind Steve dating. I mean, let’s be honest, did I really think it’d be any different? The idea of us dating gets muddied with complication just on paper. My coworker Tristan tells me there’s an unspoken rule for men about dating each other’s family members and exes. Nevermind the golden rule of Never Shit Where You Eat, or in other words, you should not cause trouble where you regularly find yourself.

My little crush on Steve Harrington—if you could call it that—gets shoved down when I weigh the consequences. Brother’s best friend. Roommate. Wildly differing personalities. Not to mention what will happen when we graduate. Who’s to say we end up in the same place? Who’s to say any of us stay together?

The thought of that makes me nauseous, the mere concept of not living with Eddie’s shenanigans or my brother’s nagging or Steve’s thoughtfulness everyday enough to unsettle my stomach. Eddie steers the van to the curb outside the Bluebird Cafe. “What time are you off? I’ll pick you up,” he inquires. I grab my purse and shove my body against the door to force its rusty hinges open. The drop from the van to the pavement is steep and I trip on my way out.

“I love you, Edward Munson,” I gasp. “Five o’clock!” I call out to him, skipping into the shop. He kisses his hand and blows it out to me, a stupid platonic gesture we’d picked up somewhere along the late nights and early mornings. I never understood how you could have two best friends until Eddie rescued me in Daizy’s absence.

I tumble behind the Employees Only counter, narrowly avoiding Tracy’s office and her disapproving gaze as I clock in at exactly 8:30AM. Shoving my purse under the register, I fumble to I put my employee ID into the register.

“On the dot again,” Tristan, a lanky boy with sandy hair and brown eyes, tosses a rag over his shoulder as he says this. He takes me in, scanning me up and down in my disheveled state. “Rough morning?”

I sigh. “Cover for me?” he hears this plea frequently, my lack of a vehicle resulting in frequent tardiness, and he lies to Tracy and tells her I forgot to clock in every time. Our manager expects us to be here and ready to go five minutes before start time, a stupid rule I hate but attempt to comply with regardless.

He cracks a smile, turning to the espresso machine on the bar. He reads the ticket taped to it carefully, robotically moving to pull shots. “Always.” I let out a breath, a mixture of relief and exhaustion. I join him at the machine, looking over another ticket before kneeling to snag skim milk from the fridge below. I pour it into the steam pitcher and flick the lever downward, swirling the milk around loudly. It’s so noisy that I don’t hear Tristan speaking at first, until he nudges my shoulder. I turn the steam wand off and look up at him. “Your roommates still giving you grief?” He asks with pity. I hate how easily he reads me. It’s unsettling.

“Yeah,” I indulge, shoulders slumped as I finish curating this woman’s complicated coffee order. The ticket reads Susan, because of course her name’s Susan. I scribble the name on the cup and call it out. “Ben’s still on this bender with that random girl; Steve’s girlfriends don’t know how to shut the hell up during…y’know; and Eddie’s, well…Eddie,” I ramble. Tristan has heard my woes time and time again, listening intently even to repeated stories.

Tristan nods as he continues to outpace me in coffee making. It irritates me. “Steve as in…the one you’re in love with?”

I gasp, smacking his shoulder. “I am not in love with him!”

Tristan giggles. He’s pressed a nerve for his own amusement and I’ve fallen into his trap. What an ass. “Then they spring on me that they’re throwing a party tonight, for some stupid tradition or something—“

“Mischief Night!” he exclaims.

“Oh no. Not you too,” I whine.

“Got something against it?”

“Uh, I don’t know—it’s made up and stupid?”

“Don’t you ever disgrace the season of Halloween like that ever again, you grumpy old woman,” He points a finger in my face like a disapproving parent.

“I am not a grumpy old lady!” I whine, scrubbing the countertops of caked on coffee grounds from the morning rush.

“I’m Y/N, I spend all day at work or school then go home to read and knit in my room!” He hikes his voice up in a high-pitched girly tone, waiving his arms about as he tugs at the hem of an imaginary skirt. I roll my eyes and throw the dirty sponge I was cleaning with at him. He catches it, tossing it into the trash can behind him.

“I told you the knitting was a one-time thing!” I counter. A month back I decided it would be an interesting test of my capability to learn a new skill, so I knit a blanket to ship to Houston for Daizy’s birthday. He continues to torment me throughout the shift. Coming up behind me when I’m lifting something to take it from me, uttering something about ‘not wanting me to break a hip’; wincing as I bump into the counter during a rush and reminding me to put my glasses on. I don’t wear glasses. He begins calling me Margaret, because according to him, everyone knows an old woman named Margaret. You think you’re a real funny man, don’t you, Tristan Briggs?

The mid-noon rush of office workers getting coffee on their lunch breaks fizzles to a crawl. Tristan restocks the walk in fridge while I scoop grime out of the drip tray. I find my task much more tolerable in comparison to hanging out in a 35 degree metal box. At the 20 minute mark I fill a cup with the scalding hot water we use for Americanos and set it off to the side. I’m wiping the shelves of the mini fridge below the bar when the door chimes for the first time in forever. I stand at attention, straightening my apron and kicking the fridge door closed with my foot. “Welcome to Bluebird’s!” I greet, not looking up as I sign into the register to cash out the incoming customer. “What can I get started…” the words die on my tongue when I look up, a pair of hazel eyes framed by untamed brown locks.

“Hey Sunny,” to hear Steve say those words after weeks, sets a fire off inside me. He’s wearing his signature crisp white T-shirt and blue jeans, telling me he’s on his way to work.

I choke on air trying to get the words out. “Hi, Steve,” I say slowly. “What do you want?” I cringe at the way my words deliver aggressively, but yet he still smiles. Always smiling.

“I wanted to apologize for Jenny this morning,” his words serve as a brutal reality check that he isn’t here for me, he never was. And if I’m being completely honest with myself, I’m a bit bitter about it. I can convince myself all the live-long-day that I don’t have feelings for him, that it doesn’t bother me he’s with someone else. But it does because I wasn’t the only one guilty of flirting. Now he’s here, apologizing on behalf of another girl and I realize he lead me on. Ben was right, I should’ve stayed away from him.

“She can’t apologize for herself or what?” My hometown accent slips through when I’m at my top tier of annoyance, and it doesn’t go unnoticed judging by the look on his face. I feel like my insides are made of sandpaper.

Steve winces. “She’s not uh… great with people,”

“Noted,” I deadpan, replacing the grate on the drip tray. Just leave. Get out, I tell him silently.

“I think you two could actually be friends if—“

“Did you want to order something, Steve?” I interrupt, pressing my palms into the sharp edge of the counter, the pain keeping me grounded. He doesn’t respond, instead looking past me. Trevor slinks up behind me. His Spidey senses must’ve been tingling or he heard me raise my voice.

Either way, he grips the hot coffee cup and warms his hands with it, giving Steve a stern look. “Hey, man. If you’re not going to order something I’m gonna have to ask you to make way for paying customers.” The hospitality version of ‘if you’re not here to buy something get out’.

Steve’s expression falls briefly, he recovers swiftly but not before I see it. “Yeah, right. Sorry. I’ll uh… see you at home, Sunny.” An awkward wave of his hand and he’s gone, leaving a hole where he stood.

“Yikes… that was him, huh?” Trevor speaks casually yet carefully, leaning against the counter. He still cradles the cup of water to warm his freezing hands.

I nod. “Unfortunately,”

“Y’know what, I get it. He’s hot,” He admits.

I scoff. “You’re disgusting,” I lull my head backwards. “But ugh, you’re right. He is. Maybe I should go see a movie or something tonight, avoid the party,” I omit the fact I’m really trying to avoid Steve, but of course Trevor already knows that.

“You’re so whipped it’s actually embarrassing. We need to fix that,” he pulls his phone from his back pocket, swiping furiously.

“What’re you doing?”

“Looking for blackmail I have on Tracy so she’ll let us off early,” he mumbles casually.

“You have blackmail on our manager?” I wonder.

“She dated my brother for a while,” he discloses. “Hmm.. yes. This will do,” he smirks. “We’re getting you a costume, we’re going to that party and you’re gonna look hot and be your awesome self,”

“I don’t know, Trev. Steve—“

“Fuck that guy!” He says a little too loud. A few customers poke their heads up. He grimaces, ducking his head lower. “Don’t even worry about it, I have a plan.”

I cross my arms and shake my head, reaching for my own device to let Eddie know not to pick me up.

Why do I have a feeling this is a horrible idea?

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Running my hands along dusty hangers, I flip through the aisles of clothes at Hawkins Place. Trevor’s on the opposite side of the store, sifting through the men’s section. I feel Robin’s presence behind me but say nothing, waiting for her to speak first. She eventually reaches forward, pulling at a white corset and adding it to the bundle she’s got in her arms, including a white skirt and heels. “You do realize this is a date, right?” She tells me, shoving the clothing in my arms.

“What? No it’s not!” I whisper-yell so he doesn’t hear us.

“So he’s over there, looking for a matching costume to yours, and you’re going to look me in the eyes and tell me this isn’t a date?” She mocks.

I roll my eyes, taking the clothes into my arms and walking away from her before she’s got a chance to get in my head. I approach Trevor and he grins, holding up a silk red shirt and black blazer. “I got the clothes, but I need a pair of wings,” We’d settled on the stereotypical but easy last minute pairing of an angel and devil costumes.

“No biggie. I think my sister was an angel a couple years back. Bet she’s still got the wings,” he explains calmly. It’s like he’s got a solution for everything.

I’m not sure where the urge comes from, but the question spills out of me before I can stop it. “This isn’t a date. Right?”

He pauses and looks at me, the gears in his head turning. Suddenly it’s as if he powers back on, because he laughs. “No, of course not.”

I let out a breath of relief. “Okay, good. Let’s check out and get out of here,” I smile, hopping to the checkout counter where Robin awaits me.

She mulls over the clothes we picked out together, grinning. “Can’t wait to see you in this get up,” she flirts.

“Stop it, I’ll tell your girlfriend on you.” I joke, knowing she means nothing by the comment.

She folds and bags our clothes, refusing to let me pay for any of it. She shoves the twenty dollar bills back into my palm, closing my fingers around it. “On the house. Just pick up some pumpkins for carving before the party. We’ll be over in a bit.”

I nod, folding the money back into my wallet.

Mental note: pick up pumpkins.

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As we trudge up the stairs of the apartment complex, I seriously regret picking out the largest pumpkins as they weigh a metric fuckton. I reach for my keys, the incoherent shouting on the other side of the door prompting me to move quicker. I unlock the door and swing it open. Standing in the middle of an absolutely obliterated kitchen is Eddie, Archie in one hand and the broom in the other. There’s pieces of cereal scattered all of the floor and melted chocolate splattered everywhere. “Oh, thank God you’re home!” Eddie shouts, crossing the room to me. I drop the pumpkins on the ground just as he reaches me, handing the cat over. “Here, take your evil kid,”

I throw Archie over my shoulder, looking back at Trevor. “What’d he do?”

“Vickie asked me to make the rice crispy treats for tonight and your little monster came barreling through like a bat outta hell and knocked everything over!”

“Vickie left you to cook?” I ask in disbelief. “Well, that was her first mistake.” I sigh and set Archibald onto the couch, gesturing for Trevor to follow me deeper into the apartment. He does so timidly, watching Eddie with genuine fear in his eyes. Eddie watches him, confused. “Eddie, this is Trevor. Trevor, Eddie.”

“Nice to meet you, Trevor. Tell me, how do you feel about cat soup?” Eddie grins, wiping chocolate off the stove.

“You are not eating my cat just because he annoys you sometimes, Edward. You irritate us all the time and we don’t eat you.” I scold, snatching the broom from his hand.

“You can eat me anytime, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t be disgusting,” I jab him in the side with the broom handle.

“I’m sorry, are you guys like… a thing or something?” Trevor says it in a way that confuses me and Eddie laughs.

“No. He’s just weird. Careful or he’ll come for you next.” I warn, sweeping stray rice cereal into the dustpan. Trevor has a horrified expression made no better by the way Eddie’s staring at him. I nudge my roommate and glare at him.

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Vickie’s Frankenstein Rice Crispy treats are in the fridge to set and the apartment is cleaned just in time for Ben to arrive. He sets his briefcase on the table at the door, reaching to the ground to pick up an already purring Archie. He’s on the way to the kitchen where Eddie and I begin setting up the pumpkins to carve, when he spots Trevor on the couch. “Who the fuck are you?”

Trevor stands abruptly, filling nervously with his hands. “I’m Trevor. You must be Ben, she’s told me so much about you,”

“Bug,” Ben turns to me. I perk my head up to meet his gaze. “Who is this little man on my couch?”

“Don’t be rude. He’s my friend,” I hiss, grabbing the biggest plastic bowl we own from the cupboard, it’s scratched and stained edges rough against my fingers. I look over my shoulder to see Ben still staring at Trevor, fire behind his eyes. My friend looks like he’s gonna piss himself. “Benjamin!” I shout. Ben turns to me, his features softening when he looks at me. “You’re gonna give the poor guy a heart attack.” I wave him over and he obliges, leaning over the counter to whisper to me as I wash my hands.

“You better not date him—you’ll snap him in half if you even look at him wrong.” He tells me, setting Archie on the counter. He paws at the running water.

I scoff, flicking water at him before grabbing a ragged cloth to wipe my hands. Just like everything else in the apartment, it’s stained from Eddie’s greasy hands when he comes home from work. I’m annoyed at first, but it turns thankful for the little pieces of my best friend’s existence littered throughout the shared space. Ben says he’s off to shower and get ready for the party.

“You better hurry up! We’re carving pumpkins as soon as everyone gets home!” I call to him, voice reverberating down the hall just as the bathroom door shuts. On cue, the front door opens.

Robin emerges with Vickie in short succession. They wear matching pirate outfits, down to a plastic bird on Vickie’s shoulder and an eyepatch on Robin’s right eye. “Avast there, laddies!” Robin belts in a poor pirate voice. She reaches into her tote bag, pulling out a bottle of Rosé. “I brought wine!”

Trevor crosses the room to me, leaning in to whisper, “Does everyone just walk into your house without knocking all the time?” I nod to confirm. None of us mind because apartment 406D is practically everyone’s home now, but despite the amount of bodies it still feels empty. We’re missing someone. My face falls. Daizy’s probably already drunk at some frat party, initiating her three-day Halloween party crawl, nonethewiser to the hole she’s left here. I’d give anything for her to come back, but I settle for opening my phone and navigating to her contact. I press the FaceTime button and lean my phone up against a paper towel roll.

“Everyone come here, we’re calling Daiz!” I wave. Robin and Vickie skip over. Trevor is confused but joins anyways. Eddie leans over me from behind, his height making him tower over us like Godzilla. When she answers, her face is dripping with fake blood, a tiara on her head.

“Hey ya’ll!” She grins, cracking the heavy makeup she wears.

A cacophony of hi’s and hello’s, Eddie makes a comment about her costume. “What’re you supposed to be?”

Daizy looks offended through the screen. “I’m Carrie, you uncultured swine!”

“The hell is that?”

I gasp, then turn my head to the side to look at him. “Add it to the list of movies I gotta make you watch.” Just as the words leave my mouth, the door opens again. Steve runs a hand through his messy hair, throwing his keys into the abyss of others before pausing to stare at us, bewildered by our grouping in the kitchen. When he hears Daizy’s voice he meanders over to us, squeezing between Robin and I and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. In doing so, he pushes Trevor off my other shoulder, though I believe that was an accident. Still, my heartbeat picks up in my throat.

“Hey Handsome Man,” Daizy teases him. I’ll take Accurate Nicknames for 1000, Alex! Shit, now I gotta watch Jeopardy.

Steve chuckles like he knows she’s right. “Hey Crazy,” he fires back. “We miss you ‘round here,”

“Ah shit, don’t flatter me,” she blinks against the fake blood spilling into her fake lashes. “Ya’ll better be taking care of my girl out there,”

“Always.” Steve squeezes my shoulder and my stomach flips.

I’m thankful when Eddie breaks the tension he’s blissfully unaware of, snatching the phone from the countertop. “So… tell me of this Carrie chick. Is she hot?” I catch part of his questioning as he fades down the hall with my phone. I remind myself to retreive it from him later. Without the buffer of Daizy or Eddie I realize just how close Steve and I are, my body magnetized to his side and full of warmth. If I could see the look on Robin’s face I’m sure it’d look just like Trevors, all knowing and suspicious rolled into one.

Steve releases me. I feel cold. “Jenny’s gonna be here in a bit,” he moves to run away from us, but Robin snatches him. She tells him if he dips on pumpkin carving for a girl that she’ll skin him alive; and you know what, I believe her. I look at Trevor again and he’s already staring at me, waiting. I form a tight-lipped frown and he nods knowingly, a silent ‘I’m sorry’. Shit, I’m sorry too.

Robin forces Steve to help her haul the pumpkins into the kitchen while I lay out an array of shitty kitchen knives, spoons and markers. I skip down the hall to Ben’s bedroom, knocking on the door. He grunts in response, his way of giving me permission to enter. I push the door open just as he’s throwing on a t-shirt. He roughs his wet hair up with his hand, making it stick out in an array of directions. “Hey, come in. I need to talk to you about something,” he tells me.

My heart-rate picks up and I nod, closing the door behind me. He looks at me, a serious look on his face, and my body stiffens. Here we go, someone died. I bet it was Granny. “What the hell’s going on in this house?”

I groan, flopping onto his bed. “Goddammit Ben, you scared the shit out of me. I thought someone died,”

“Knowing you, someone will die tonight. You’re lookin’ like you’re one inconvenience away from ripping someone’s eyes out,” he sighs.

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest. “Whatever.”

Silence settles between us for a few minutes. I’m on the verge of asking him where his costume is but he beats me to speaking first. “You’re not dating that guy, right?”

My stomach churns, the idea making me sick. “Oh God, no! I mean, Trevor’s a great guy and all—not that great though—he’s here to get me out of my slump,”

“You mean make Steve jealous?”

I furrow my brows. Am I really so transparent? “You mean the guy with a girlfriend?” I deflect, tilting my head.

“Oh please, she’s hardly that. He doesn’t do girlfriends,” he searches my face like he’s looking for a reaction, and I try to hide my disappointment from him.

“Good for him. None of my business,” I bite, standing up to leave. Steam must be blowing out my ears at this point, and my hands just barely turned the doorknob when he speaks again.

“Bug,” I spin aggressively to face him, feeling like I’ve been plunged in ice water when I look at his soft expression. “That’s why you gotta stay away from him, y’hear me? He’s only gonna hurt you and then… well shit, I’ll have to kill my best friend.” There’s that accent again. You sound just like our dad. Suddenly I feel bad for being such a brat, the sobering realization that my big brother is genuinely trying to protect me settling like lead in my veins. I nod silently, blinking rapidly to shy from eye contact before stepping out of the room.

A cacophony of voices dance off the peeling wallpaper in the apartment. Robin and Steve are arguing about something, and Trevor occasionally pipes in with level-headed responses. I stop at Eddie’s door that’s open a sliver, wiggling my hands into the opening and pushing it open. He’s sitting on his bed with one foot propped up on his knee, surrounded by clothes and sheets of music and still blabbering into my phone. I leap onto the bed, suffocating him as we wrestle for my phone. After a string of threats shot his way, he relinquishes the device to me. Triumphantly, I blow a kiss to the screen and tell my best friend goodnight. She doesn’t ask about Ben, which surprises me but I’m thankful to push the messy conversation off for another day. My phone enters my pocket to be forgotten about as I reach for Eddie’s arm, using all of my body weight to pull against him. He chuckles, allowing me to drag him back into the kitchen. I sit next to Trevor on the floor and Eddie sits next to me, squishing me between the two of them. Steve sits on the counter, pumpkin on his lap as he doodles on it while Archie sits on his shoulder trying to swipe the marker from him. Ben stands next to him, balancing his own pumpkin on the edge of the countertop. Robin and Vickie are distracted giggling and eating candy, even though this was a tradition instated by Robin years ago. As Eddie told me, it’s been happening since they moved to Chicago—their first Halloween in particular was quite depressing since they were broke and new to the city—and they’d done it every year since.

I nosily look over Eddie’s shoulder to see what he’s mapping out. “Dude! Is that a dick?” I scold. Ever the proud idiot, he gleams and nods, lifting the pumpkin up to display to the world. “You’re a pervert,” I joke.

“No, I’m an Artist,” he puts emphasis on the last word, pronouncing it as Ar-eee-tst , just to be extra annoying.

“Archie, quit it!” Steve complains. My eyes drift to him so naturally, and I laugh when I see the cat attempting to climb up onto his head. A mess of their combined hair, it’s a sight to behold as Ben snatches Archie from Steve’s head and tossing him over his shoulder like a fuzzy limp noodle. He stays that way, Uncle Benjamin with his unruly nephew slung on his shoulder as he carves a pumpkin.

I’m almost done scooping my pumpkin clean when Eddie slaps a handful of the seedy goop strait onto my lap, a wet slop ringing through the kitchen. “Ugh, Eddie!” I whine, stealing everyone’s attention. I scoop the glob into my palm and throw it at him, splattering pumpkin guts everywhere. It prompts him to throw it at Ben, who flinches and throws some at Steve. Steve attacks Robin who lovingly wipes the mush onto Vickie’s cheek. Our kitchen devolves into all-out pumpkin gut war, and there goes our clean kitchen. My skin tingles where pumpkin juice soaks into it, my hair plagued with stringy squash innards and I know I’ll have to shower before everyone else gets here.

“Shit, we gotta clean the kitchen again,” Ben giggles, a welcome sound rarely heard from him. He spins his pumpkin around, displaying his artwork: a—poorly done, but adorable—cat. He picks Archie up and sets him in front of it. “Look, it’s you!” And to think he didn’t even want the cat at first.

I finish my ghost and look over at Trevor’s work. He’s made a goofy face, which is honestly quite in character. He excuses himself to the restroom to dig pumpkin guts out of his hair. I turn to look at what fowl thing Eddie must’ve come up with. “You did not actually put a penis on your pumpkin,”

He gives me a lop-sided grin, holding the pumpkin up for all to see. “He’s well-endowed,” he beams.

“What’re you, twelve?”

“In my soul, Sweetheart.”

There’s a cacophony of laughter, everyone taking turns displaying their art like children showing a project at school. Steve’s showing off his spider with only seven legs instead of eight when the front door opens. I’m confused because everyone that’s welcome to freely enter and exit our domain is right in front of me. Then I hear her. That godawful, I’m-Better-Than-You tone of voice that makes me wanna shove cotton in my ears. The room falls uncomfortably silent in her presence.

“What’re you guys doing?” Jenny snips. I still can’t see her, her figure hidden behind Steve and Ben.

“You’re still here?” Robin blurts and I cover my mouth with my hand to avoid laughing. She makes an excellent point, Steve’s girls typically don’t surpass the ‘meeting the roommates’ phase. Somehow one of us—usually Eddie—scares them off.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Ben asks her as she approaches them but she ignores him. Now I can see her; She’s got a shitty spray tan and golden hair tied into a messy bun, dawning one of Steve’s shirts that conceal the shorts I pray she’s wearing.

“Carving pumpkins,” Steve smiles.

“Seriously? Are you guys ten?”

“Twelve, actually.” Eddie corrects, and everyone gets the joke but her. She’s got this piss-poor look on her face that perfectly reflects her crappy attitude, and I wish I was braver like Daizy to tell her to screw off to her face. I bump Eddie’s shoulder with my own, leaning into him and hoping I absorb some of that dumb bravery he seems to be full of.

Trevor’s footsteps slip down the hallway, stopping at the entrance to the kitchen. “Jen?” He gasps.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, face screwed up in annoyance.

“I’m here with Y/N,” he admits. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here with Steve,” she says proudly, wrapping her hands around one of Steve’s arms. He flexes under her touch but his expression remains neutral.

“Of course you are,” Trevor deadpans, like she’s oh so predictable, whilst I see her as a ticking time-bomb

“Hey man, what the hell’s that supposed to mean?” Steve’s brows furrow as he asks the accusatory question.

“I’m sorry. What’s going on here?” Robin chimes in, wiggling her finger between Jenny and Trevor.

Trevor looks at Robin, shoulders slumped and clearly annoyed. “You guys obviously know Jennifer… my twin sister,”

Steve and I look at each other simultaneously, eyes meeting in a silent conversation. Did you know he had a twin? No. Did you know she did? No.

“Well, isn’t this just a fucking conundrum?” Eddie voices what everyone’s thinking. “Your boyfriend and your girlfriend are twins! That’s gonna be one awkward family reunion,” he turns to Steve and I respectively.

“He’s not my boyfriend—“

“—We’re just friends,” Trevor and I’s objections overlap one another. Steve opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it when he looks at Jenny. Eddie groans, reaching into the chest pocket of his denim jacket. He pulls open a pack of cigarettes and hands one over to me, whispering,

“You’re going to need this.”

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Robin sits in my bathroom sink as I scrub pumpkin material out of my hair in the shower behind her. She’s applying a heavy black eyeshadow to her lids to make herself more ‘pirate-like’, as she put it. Vickie’s sitting on my bed, facing the open bathroom door as she plays with Archie. How the hell did this happen? Trevor and Jennifer being siblings, what’re the fucking odds? I turn the water up hotter to burn my skin and distract my brain.

“Sucks, I really liked Trevor,” Robin pouts.

“You don’t anymore?” Vickie asks.

I stop scrubbing my skin to listen to them. “No. If he’s related to Steve’s girlfriend then that means evil runs in his DNA. He can’t be trusted,”

“Robin what kind of backward’s ass logic is that?” I add. “And she’s not evil. Just…“

“Insane?” Vickie finishes, which surprises me because I’ve never heard her talk bad about anyone.

I cringe. “Yeah.”

“She hates you the most. Better watch your back before she suffocates you with a pillow at night,” Robin cautions casually, rubbing a ruby lipstick against her lips.

“Wow, thanks Rob.” I hiss, shutting the water off and reaching out of the shower.

“You’re welcome, Love.” she sings, leaning back to hand me a towel.

I almost feel bad that all the girls except for Jenny are in here getting ready. Almost. Robin makes a great point, from the moment I met Steve’s girlfriend this morning she’s been a stone-cold bitch, and I believe that’s letting her off easy. It makes me wonder how two people like Trevor and her can be raised the same and come out so wildly different. Unless, perhaps Trevor is hiding his true self very well.

I change into my costume and reach for my hair dryer, rummaging through all the crap under the sink before locating it. I plug it in just as Robin leans into my shoulder. “Y’know, your buddy might be the key to getting rid of Jenny. Then you’ll have Steve all to yourself.” She wiggles her eyebrows. Annoyed, I flick the button to turn on the hair dryer and point it at her face. The burst of hot air hits her face and she sputters, clambering away from me like a cat sprayed with water. I giggle, turning to the mirror to begin to treacherous process of drying my hair, and desperately thinking about anything other than Steve Harrington.

Chestnut hair and hazel eyes, drop-dead gorgeous Steve Harrington, with tan skin and a gigantic ego. In another universe I’m in Jenny’s place; it’s not even the sex I want—but I mean, who wouldn’t?—but the companionship. I want to be the one to wake up next to him, to go on dates and call him mine. God, Eddie and Trevor are right. I am down bad, and it is embarrassing. I decide that it’ll be my little secret. I’ll never act upon my gigantic crush on my roommate and I will pretend as though I don’t seethe with jealousy when he brings girls home. I’ll cut it off at the source completely, I tell myself. Fuck that guy, as Trevor said. Concluding that my predicament is completely my fault because I let Steve play with my emotions in the first place.

“There’s nothing going on between Steve and I.” I curl my hair, careful not to burn myself as Robin continuously bumps into me while dancing to her own rendition of Monster Mash. Vickie finally joins us to complete her makeup and Archie hops onto the counter to watch us curiously. At least I still have the three of them.

“You wish there was, though?” Robin presses, spraying a generous amount of hairspray in her dishwater blonde hair.

Honesty’s the best policy, right? And I trust the girl enough to know that my secret’s safe with them. “Of course I do,” I feel sick the second the words leave my mouth. My arms tremble and Vickie comes up behind me to take the curling iron from my shaky hands. She curls my hair slowly, wrapping the little ringlets around her finger. “I mean, who wouldn’t? He’s Steve, and, well, he’s…” I trail off.

“…an ass?” Robin finishes. Vickie elbows her and smiles. “I’ve known the guy for way too long, so I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she continues adjusting the collar of her blouse. “His dad’s a total piece of shit and his mom’s complacent. He’s never been shown love so he’s got this aversion to it, and the one time he did fall in love it went…not great.”

She leaves the details cryptic, my thankfulness outweighing my curiosity. If I’m going to hear about his ex I’d want it to be from him and not the grapevine. I believe everyone deserves that respect.

Vickie brushes my hair and carefully slips the flimsy halo onto my head. I try not to think about how it belonged to Jenny before me. I slip out into the hallway, eyeing Eddie and Trevor lounging on the couch. Ben’s texting nonchalantly on his cellphone, feet propped onto the coffee table draped in sparkly purple cloth.

“Eddie,” his name comes out more whiny than anything and I cringe. He turns quickly, the cape tied to him at the neck swishing around.

“Yes, Sweetheart?” He hisses in a poor Dracula impression through bulky face vampire teeth.

“I wanna get drunk,” I admit. Ben looks up from his phone with suspicion. Trevor is—bizarrely—stoic. If he’s got an opinion he keeps it to himself. Eddie leaps over the back of the couch, scampering over to his not-so-secret cupboard of liquor in the kitchen.

“Would you like whiskey? Vodka?” He lisps through the teeth.

“Would you take those out?” I giggle, pinching one of the fangs between my fingers and pulling. The plastic loosens and lifts easily. I remove them and set them slowly on the counter.

“My teeth!” He exasperates, not letting up on. the Dracula voice. He pours two shots of cheap vodka from a purple and blue bottle. I sniff it and gag.

“This smells like a hospital,”

“It’s great, right?” He grins.

I shake my head and hook my arm into his, slotting my elbow into the inner corner of his. We cross our arms and chant ‘bottoms up’ in unison, downing the shots with one big gulp.

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I’m so drunk, I almost don’t notice the way there is multicolored glitter on every square inch of the kitchen and living room. Almost. Who the fuck’s idea was it to make Halloween costumes sparkly anyway? All I can think about is the mess we’ll have to clean up tomorrow, and how I’ll be finding glitter in obscure places until the end of time. Fake spiderwebs cling to the chunky gems on my corset as I lean against the counter to pour another shot of Don Julio into the festive skull shot glass Robin bought for me. There’s rubber spiders set along the surface in between the snack trays and Jell-O shots. 8 legs. That’s about four too many in my book. I shudder, raising the shot glass to my lips. Peeking through my lashes, I make out Trevor talking up a petite girl in a Pennywise costume through the blur. Music pounds in my ears and I count us lucky our neighbors haven’t filed a noise complaint yet.

“How many of those have you had tonight?” The one voice I don’t want to hear asks from behind. I jump, spilling some of the shot over the edge of the glass.

“Jesus, fuck,” I complain, wiping the spilt alcohol onto my skirt. That’s $5, right there. “What’re you doing?”

“What are you doing?” He leans in, staring at the shot in my hand. He’s wearing sunglasses and a green bomber jacket over a white t-shirt.

My face burns hot. “Go away before you make me spill more of it,” I flick my white fingernails in the air in a ‘shoo’ motion.

“I’ve watched you down four of those. How many more did you take that I haven’t seen?” Seven total, not that I’d tell him that.

“Are you stalking me?” I knit my brows together.

“Tequila makes you violent,” he’s referring to the fight at the bar the night we met, I know it, but I ignore that.

“Think you know me so well, huh?” I roll my eyes.

“I think so, yes.”

I watch him a while, feeling awkward as he stares down at me intensely. “What the hell’re you supposed to be anyway?” I slur, blinking slowly.

Offended, he opens his arms. “I’m Tom Cruise in Top Gun!” He says it like it’s so obvious, removing the sunglasses. His face hardens as he clenches his jaw and his eyes thin. I roll my eyes at him and open my mouth the take the shot that’s rested in my hand for far too long. He lunges for it but misses, knocking it out of my hand to spill down my face and chest. The liquid is cold against my hot chest, making me gasp in surprise. Steves face falls, soft and puppy-dog like as he reaches out to me again, this time to comfort me but I shy away from his grasp. He settles on ripping the towel hanging off the stove handle, wiping the tequila from my chin. His touch lingers over my lips, tracing them with his eyes. That familiar buzz; the excitement and anxiety, overwhelms me.

No. No, you don’t get to keep doing this to me.

I snatch the cloth from his hand, blinking away tears as I storm down the hallway to my bedroom. Footsteps follow me but I ignore them. These two complete strangers making out on my bed and someone snorting a line of powder off my bathroom vanity. They must be some people Jenny invited because I don’t recognize them. Full of fury and feeling the effects of five shots, I scowl, “Get the fuck out of here!” As they scramble away, I can’t help but laugh at the absolute disrespect and audacity.

“Sunny, just chill out for a second,” Steve stammers, pushing past the three people trying to weasel their ways out the door at the same time.

Speaking of audacity.

“Oh, my God! What do you want!” I turn on my tiptoes so fast that I see double for a second. I wobble but don’t accept his outstretched arms. His eyes are big and doe-like, watching me with intent. “I’m serious, Steve. What do you want?”

He stiffens, scared to answer. “To make sure you’re okay,” he speaks softly.

“S’fine,” I murmur, feeling guilty. Blinking slowly, I turn away from him and head to the bathroom. I use the hand towel to carefully sweep the powdery substance and rolled up dollar bill left on the counter into a trash bin, throwing the towel away as well. I groan, begrudgingly admitting to myself that I’ll also have to deep clean my own bathroom and bedroom. Dirty degenerates, defiling my personal space. Make sure you wear gloves, I remind myself.

I need another drink.

“You definitely don’t,” he answers. Shit, did I say that aloud?

I lean over the sink for support, reaching for my makeup bag to reapply the foundation and lipstick Steve had smeared when trying to wipe my face. “I’m gonna do what I want and you’re gonna leave me alone and go hangout with your girlfriend,” I snap, brushing foundation onto my cheek.

I watch him subtly through the reflection in the mirror. He shakes his head. “She’s not my girlfriend,”

“Then what’s she still doing in our house, Steve?”

“Why does it matter?!”

“It doesn’t!” I shout, slapping the makeup brush on the counter. Why am I so angry? Why do I care?

It happens in the blink of an eye. His hand on my waist, spinning me around and pressing himself up against me. Suddenly I’m stone cold sober, adrenaline flushing through my veins and reinvigorating me in a way that makes my heart want to leap out of my throat. His large hand cups my face, fingers tangling into my hair. He’s clearly fed up with my theatrics, but his voice remains steady. “You’re such a brat when you’re drunk, y’know that?”

I can’t really blame him for thinking that way; I got in a fight at the bar the very first night he met me, I threatened him with violence against his laundry if he didn’t help me set Daizy and Ben up, and now we’re here. And I’m yelling at him for things I shouldn’t be, because I have no one to blame but myself for getting myself into this mess. Ben warned me and I didn’t listen time and time again. The common denominator here is the alcohol, the second it touches my tongue I become much braver. Or dumber. Both?

He’s been drinking, too. I can smell it on his breath, fanning my face as his lips hover mere inches away from me. It’s so strange, how I’ve craved being this close to him but now that I am I want nothing more than to run away. In the measly distance between us, those inches, are where bad decisions are made. To break the seal is to never return, the start of an apocalypse. The end of the world as we know it.

He leans in closer—holy shit, he’s getting closer—but flinches at the last second. Desperately clinging onto familiarity.

Familiarity. Early morning wakes before the sun, whispers over steaming coffee mugs. I’ll feed Archie just as Ben wakes up. He’ll make a comment about how Steve never seems to sleep just as Eddie comes to make himself his daily Irish coffee. The four of us will eat breakfast then go on about our lives, knowing we always had each other to come home to on the days when everything sucks. One big, happy, fucked up family. And we’re about to completely ruin that.

“What the fuck?!” It’s for the better that Jenny’s scream rips through the room and spooks me so bad I shrivel up.

“This is totally not what it looks like,” I gasp out, shoving Steve away from me.

“Really? Because it looks like you’re making out with my boyfriend!” It’s a serious situation dulled by the ridiculousness of her fairy costume. Don’t you dare laugh, this is a horrible time. Ben, alerted by the shouting, arrives first. Trevor and Robin follow after him.“You filthy liar,” she starts up again, pointing an acrylic nail at Steve. “You promised me there was nothing going on between you two!”

“There isn’t!” Once he lies the first time, it’s like he can’t stop. “She drank too much and got sick. Was just helping her fix her makeup,” oh sure, make me look bad when you’re the one that spilt tequila all over me. Jenny’s not buying it, so he adds, “she’s got a boyfriend!”

“I do?” I murmur under my breath.

“You what?!” Ben snaps from beside Jenny, who folds her arms.

“If not my brother,” She looks back at Trevor. “Then who?”

Everyone watches me expectantly. I can feel Steve’s eyes boring a hole into my skull, begging for his life. I’m going to murder you, Steve Harrington. “I’m uh…” I start. Think, think! Late as always, Eddie barrels into the room, tripping and smacking into Ben’s back. Trevor catches him, helping him stand upright. Suddenly, I remember earlier. ‘Are you guys like, a thing or something?’ Trevor’s voice echoes in my head, bouncing off the walls of my skull. “I’m dating Eddie, obviously!” I lie in desperation.

Eddie seems very surprised that we’re dating. Can’t blame him. He points at himself drunkenly with questions in his eyes, but as everyone stares at him and he looks between Steve and I—our pleading glances—he scoffs. “Oh, shit. Yeah. Totally forgot to tell you guys that,” he shrugs, tilting his head to the side.

“Oh really? Then how come I walked in on him fucking some girl when I was looking for the bathroom earlier? Sure as hell didn’t look like you,” Jenny snaps.

“…you walked in? Didn’t even hear you…” Eddie slurs, vampire teeth long gone, cape barely hanging on. Oh God, he’s to far gone to do this right now.

Shit. Well, you’re in too deep now. Might as well keep lying. “You son of a bitch!” I shout at Eddie, crossing the room. “You’re cheating on me?” I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the commitment to the bit, but I land one slap on his cheek. He looks down at me, leaning back and his chest puffed out like an angry bird. I want to laugh so bad but I restrain myself, grabbing his wrist. “Come here. I’m gonna… throw you off the balcony… or something!” I pretend to be fuming until I’ve dragged him all the way down the hall into the now empty living room. Seems as though the yelling made everyone scatter like roaches. Desperate to get away from everything, I open one of the windows and shove him out onto the fire escape, following right after. He’s laid on the ground like an idiot, so I fall into him when I jump down.

He giggles, spreading out like a starfish and his breath crystallizing in the air. “Did you—did you fucking hit me?” He says through belly laughs.

I plop down next to him on the cold metal. “Ugh, yeah. Sorry,”

“S’okay. I didn’t feel it,” he sits up, scooting backwards until his back hits the brick wall. I do the same and he wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. I rest my head on the junction between his collarbone and shoulder. “You’ve really done it now, Sweetheart,” he tells me, suddenly sounding sober. I’m pretty stone cold myself. The cold air does that to people, I suppose.

“Tell me about it,” I groan. I remember the cigarette Eddie gave me and I dig into my bra, where I’d stashed it for a situation like this one. I don’t smoke, but this seems like a perfect time to start.

He laughs. “So, you get lucky with Harrington or what?” He asks, digging through his back pocket to retrieve a metal Zippo with a skull on it.

“No,” I breathe, shivering as the sweat on my body cools to near freezing temperatures. Eddie feels it and pulls me closer, careful to not accidentally touch one of my many exposed parts in this skimpy costume. “You’re the only one who got lucky tonight. I can’t believe you scored a girl in one night,” I laugh, lighting the cigarette and handing the lighter back to him.

He slips a cig into his own mouth and lights it, the metal clink of the Zippo fading into the Chicago noise below us. “Yeah, well, she was actually a he. So not only is Jennifer a bitch but she’s also not very observant,” he discloses, casually puffing his cigarette. I didn’t know he swung that way until now, though I can’t say I’m surprised. “Something tells me she won’t be around much longer anyways,” he adds, shoving the lighter into his front right pocket.

“Why’s that?” I huff.

Eddie cackles, pushing smoke out his nose. “I stole her coke from her purse and planted it in Steve’s room for him to find,”

I snort. A surprised yet joyful sound. “Jesus, Eddie.”

Comfortable silence settles between us as we smoke our cigarettes. A buzz tingles through my body and my head feels light. It’s a wonderful feeling, but definitely not worth the taste of dirt and cancer. “Hey, Ed?” I finally say.

“Yeah, Sweetheart?”

“Thank you for playing along earlier,”

“Of course. I’ll be your fake boyfriend anytime,” he coos through a plume of smoke.

I wave the cigarette around. ‘This thing’s fucking gross. I’m never smoking again,” I smile, waving the cigarette between my fingers.

He laughs so loudly I’m scared he’ll wake up the neighbors. “That’s alright, you can stick to drinking,” he tells me. “How much have you had to drink? Must’ve even a lot to try to jump our roommate’s bones,”

“Six, seven including the one I had with you. And you know I hate when you say it like that,” I complain.

“Jesus H. Christ, how are you still alive?” He coughs.

“Spite.” I answer simple, snuffing my cigarette out on the wall to my left. I lull my head back onto his shoulder, exhausted and sick from the unholy concoction of nicotine and alcohol. What a night.

“That’s my girl.” He beams, mirroring my actions before leaning down to kiss my forehead. I smile to myself, allowing the drama of the night to seep out of me and sink into the earth to be forgotten about. That is, until the window opens again. Steve’s head pops out, solemn and puppy-like.

He looks at Eddie. “Hey uh…Can I talk to her for a minute?”

Eddie looks to me for approval. I nod and he stands, lending me a hand to help me up. I take it and he unties his cloak, draping it over my bare shoulders. On his way back inside he pats Steve’s shoulder twice. They exchange what I can only describe as guy telepathy, as I for the life of me can’t figure out why they’ve both got that look on their face. Eddie disappears into the apartment, the lack of his warmth palpable so I pull the cloak tighter to my figure. I look down at the city below us, zooming cars honking at drunk college kids in costumes scurrying across the streets.

“Hey,” Steve says quietly.

I peer up at him, thankful that the dark hides my pink cheeks. “Hi,” I squeak. Cringing, I stand up straight and tall. Appear confident. Do not seem weak.

“Jenny is uh—she’s gone. For good,” he shoves his hands in his blazer pockets, rocking on his feet.

“Oh. You found the drugs, huh?”

“The what?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it…” I make a mental note to force Eddie to remove the paraphernalia from Steve’s bedroom before it’s discovered. “Sorry you guys broke up,”

He surprises me when he laughs, dry and bitter. He shakes his head. “We were never really together in the first place. Honestly, she just scared the shit out of me. Thought if I called it off she might murder me,”

“You live with Ben and Eddie. How can you be afraid of anything after that?”I laugh. He mirrors it, warm and genuine, unlike the previous one.

There’s something hanging in the air, heavy like dumbbells suspended by flimsy string. About to drop on our heads and crush us both. What were we about to do? A lump in my throat forms as I choke down all the agonizing questions. Would you kiss me? Would you like it? Would you regret it? It seems there is no appropriate time to ask such loaded questions. But God, do I want to know. It’s driving me insane.

“About earlier—“ we both start in unison. Shared breathy laugher. I gesture for him to go first.

He steps closer, cautious and weary, like he’s approaching a skittish animal. “Before I say anything. Are you still drunk?”

I suppress my giant smile and shake my head. “Honestly, Jenny scares me too. I’m pretty stone-cold sober after that,” we are inches apart now, chests brushing. I look up at him in a surge of bravery. “Are you? Drunk, I mean,”

He smiles, white teeth and flawless skin. Silence. He reaches out, stroking my face with his thumb. “No. I stayed sober to keep an eye on you,”

“My hero,” I joke.

He chortles. “You drive me nuts, you know that?”

There’s a scuffle from inside the apartment. I peer through the window and catch Robin, Eddie, Vickie, and Trevor, thinking they’re ever so sneaky as they watch us. They catch my glare and scatter, a mess of limbs and someone must fall because I hear a loud bang. Ben shouts something that’s muffled through the wall.

Suddenly aware of watching eyes, I tilt my head back to Steve. You gotta stay away from him, Ben’s voice echoes in my head. We can’t do this here. Not now. “Keep up, Harrington.” I tell him, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek before releasing myself from his hold. He stands there, dumbfounded in thought, until I open the window and call back to him, “Hey Superman. You comin’ inside? Or do you wanna sleep out here again?”

He laughs and runs a hand through the gel in his hair before chasing after me.

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melodymunson · 6 months ago

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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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steviewashere · 3 months ago

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I've been thinking about it.

Okay, I'll write a part two to my Stobin Friendship Breakup fic, "Filling Static in the Dead Air". I'm a major fucking optimist when it comes to my dead friendships, so I'll give them a second chance.

Don't know when it'll be posted. But it'll happen.

They deserve to be happy. And I think a separation between them and some time to sort of think over what more they want out of a friendship is important. But I can't get over the image of them having tea and sandwiches on a nice sunlit day, catching up about their respective partners and jobs and college careers, of Steve finding a few more friends that are his age and Robin going out to high school classrooms to be a special guest on being a translator, and them laughing at stale inside jokes that are still stupidly funny. And then Steve inviting Robin back to his place, his new apartment, and Robin asks if she can bring her girlfriend by. And they have a nice dinner together (yes, Eddie's there), watch a couple movies, get a little wine drunk. Steve admits that his guest bedroom was done up just in case she ever came back.

And Robin has a nightmare in the middle of the night, crosses paths with Steve in his living room. They sit on the couch and hold hands, working through the aftershocks of the nightmare. And they tell each other at the same time, "I've missed you."

But Robin lives close again so they don't have to keep missing each other anymore.

(Am I just wishing that I still lived close to my best friend? Maybe. Is this realistic? Maybe not. Who cares. Everybody deserves a good friendship. Even if you gotta give it a revival.)

#stranger things #platonic stobin #stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie #eddie munson

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carriedawatermelon · 7 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 · 2 years 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 · 2 years 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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join-the-pm · 1 month ago

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🌸 Hanami Gift Exchange Update! 🌸

As we celebrate the Hanami Festival, I want to take a moment to recognize the incredible effort from all of you!

I did this, because I hope that through this gift exchange, I can help bring our Port Mafia family a little closer together. It’s not just about the gifts, it’s about encouraging everyone to interact and connect with each other in the community.

Huge kudos to these members for being so dedicated and quick to respond. You guys truly deserve a special mention, and I’m rewarding you all with a badge next to your names 🏅 for your amazing effort!

✍️ is for the people who put much effort in the roleplay itself.

🎨 is for making fanart!

Here’s a list of all Port Mafia members who’ve participated in the gift exchange:

Blogname = got a gift

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🌸 @ace-best-gambler ↔ @portmafiaprincess ➥ Ace got a gift from Elise and Elise got from Mori a Kimono.

🌸 @abromelon34105 ↔ @ataintedpurpose

🌸 @the-real-chuuya 🎖️ ↔ @thebandagedprodigy 🎖️ ➥ Chuuya got for Dazai some pompompurin bandaids and Dazai got for him expensive wine and a fedora with handmade customizations

🌸 @dazais-world 🎖️ ↔ @goldenflowerinthedark ➥ Dazai gets her a nice jar of pickles! Dazai got from Mori high-quality bandages.

🌸 @no1cardsplayer 🎖️✍️ ↔ @boltsnbandages 🎖️✍️ ➥ Robin gifts Dazai a box filled with quirky, thoughtful items: a cool-looking rope, a rock painted with an orange slug, pill bottles filled with screws, a tiny cat plushie, and a hammer accompanied by a note explaining each object’s meaning. Dazai gifts Robin an electric blanket, having heard he enjoys warmth.

🌸 @thebestmackarelcatch-in-gotham ↔ @purple-executive

🌸 @lemontartroulette ↔ @bloop-is-always-watching 🎖️ ➥ Bloop gave Kajii a lemon universe and Bloop got from Higuchi a legal protection insurance for one year.

🌸 @the-coming-storm-verlanie ↔ @no-longer-crabfries 🎖️ ➥ Dazai gave Verlaine a bottle of wine and Verlaine gave Dazai a rare whiskey.

🌸 @pm-moon-starsteel 🎖️ ↔ @divinityisacurse 🎖️ ➥ Seraphim got them a sun trinket, a moon trinket, and a chainsaw trinket.

🌸 @ore-and-jewels 🎖️ ↔ @fallingcamelliapetals 🎖️ ➥ Hirotsu gave Shinju a watch decorated with many cut gems Shinju gave Hirotsu a small potted camellia in a pretty porcelain pot.

🌸 @therunawaydog ↔ @a-fallen-angel-is-always-pretty 🎖️ ➥ Seraphina baked Tachihara a red velvet cake, colored with a few drops of her own blood. Tachihara offered her cigarettes in return.

🌸 @averythehateless ↔ @sorrowsofthepast 🎖️ ➥ Because the blog averythehateless is inactive, Camilla got from Higuchi expensive body lotion, soap, and other items, all infused with a rose scent and Camilla got for Higuchi a silver necklace.

🌸 @thehorsemafioso 🎖️✍️ ↔ @12spirits 🎖️✍️ ➥ Yvonne gets Anna some homemade pastries (most of them chocolate) in a dark-colored gift box tied with a ribbon. In return, she receives a silver paperweight shaped like a horse, which brings her genuine joy.

🌸 @bandagesquandering 🎖️ ↔ @lostbyaccident 🎖️ ➥ Hikaru thinks about to give him maybe a cat or maybe a coupon to a psychologist appointment. Dazai gets him a box of matches and a pair of headphones, just in case he wants to burn things down and enjoy some music while at it.

🌸 @the-crows-said-hi ↔ @screamsofterrorlosttothevoid 🎖️ ➥ Vik/Kris got for Taro a crow plushie and Taro gave Kris a few boxes of hair dye and a knife.

🌸 @sparkingviolence ↔ @sans-undertale-frfr

🌸 @warriorinarmors 🎖️ ↔ @kuro-ofthemafia ➥ Akutagawa got Kuro the set of 10 guns and 10000 bullets and Higuchi gave him a gift set with expensive shampoo and soap.

🌸 @petalsgluedtophone 🎖️✍️ ↔ @ideals-of-the-night 🎖️✍️🎨 ➥ Kunikida made for Rose a portrait and Rose gave him a blue scarf, Dango, a new pen and poetry books.

🌸 @a-thousand-perfect-notes 🎖️ ↔ @vtheclown 🎖️ ➥ Min gets it and it's kids' tickets to an ice skating rink where they can skate for free the entire day! For V itself, yellow jasper and amethyst towers. For the kids, individualized phone charms that can be used as keychains if they get annoyed with the charms being on the phone. V got them some cat plushies and a fridge full of bubble tea.

🌸 @whyhaveidonethistomyself ↔ @basementdwellerq 🎖️ ➥ Q got Venn a mouse in a princess costume and Venn gave Q a painting and freedom of being able to choose how they spend their days.

🌸 @blame-the-doll 🎖️ ↔ @remember-you-must-die 🎖️ ➥ Q got Rue & Em a ghost plushie and got in return two bracelets that seem to match each other - on for Q and on for the doll.

🌸 @chuuyamylovewhygay 🎖️✍️ ↔ @surrenderyourmindtome 🎖️✍️ ➥ surrenderyourmindtome thinks about to give her some plants, but in the end they just talked about how dumb the festival is. xD

🌸 @youareafooltolookatme 🎖️ ↔ @angelicinvain 🎖️ ➥ Diana gets Hoshi a tea set with a tin of tea bricks and a tea knife and Hoshi gaves her a pink dress.

🌸 @upgradeurlosersoftware 🎖️ ↔ @calamitous-comedy

🌸 @pumkinphone 🎖️ ↔ @holderofthegrudge 🎖️

🌸 @19-84therealorwell ↔ @fyodorlobotomydegree

🌸 @whenwillyoujustdie 🎖️ ↔ @man-of-a-burning-house 🎖️ ➥ Dan gives a bottle of wine to Hoshi, while Hoshi unexpectedly gifts him a flamethrower in return.

🌸 @scarlet-reverie ↔ @autismismyb1tch🎖️ ➥ Kouji gave Haruka a Chuuya keychain and Elise gave Kouji some sakura mochi.

🌸 @maythethreadsoffateguideyou ↔ @https-maria

🌸 @real-world-grotesque 🎖️ ↔ @scentoffloweryblood 🎖️ ➥ Natsuo gave Nobuko a handmade braclet.

🌸 @fallingdaydreams 🎖️ ↔ @q-loves-chaos 🎖️ ➥ Yukiyo takes Q anywhere they’d like to go (within reason) as a little taste of freedom. She also gifts them another doll, along with a selection of scarves and mufflers, because it surely gets cold in the basement. She hopes Q enjoys the gifts and has a wonderful time at the festival!

🌸 @thebestmackarelcatch ↔ @motojirokajii

🌸 @when--lifegivesyou--lemonbombs ↔ @kalehoneylettuce

🌸 @bloominghydrangeas25 🎖️ ↔ @fl0wers-in-the-dark 🎖️ ➥ Lily gave Jun a bouquet of multi-color flowers and Jun gave Lily art supplies and science manaul to do experiments.

🌸 @mizuki-kokomi 🎖️ ↔ @survivalofthefittestisalie 🎖️ ➥ Roan gives Mizuki this and Mizuki gaves Roan a book of sheet music for various show tunes.

🌸 @punchthekeyboardormyboss 🎖️✍️ ↔ @jewel-kings-madness 🎖️✍️ ➥ Ace gets Fiona some jewelry, her favorite chocolates, and a card that reads “I might not be a card, but I’d fold for you ;).” Fiona gets Ace a bottle of fancy European wine, a pair of earrings from Etsy, and a card that says “If I was the Ice Queen then you would have melted my heart.”

🌸 @atsukoseigyoku ↔ @creamburger 🎖️ ➥ Evelyn gave her a cute digital art for one of the characters she's made. And Atsuko gave Evelyn black lipstick and a cute plushie!

🌸 @y4sh1k1 🎖️ ↔ @justcallmeyana🎖️ ➥ Yana got for Meiya crystal cocktail shaker and Meiya gave Yana a set of gloves.

If you don’t see your gift listed by Sunday, don’t worry! Mori, Elise, Higuchi, or Gin will make sure you receive something from one of my own blogs (you decide). No one will go without a gift! 🎁✨

#🖤 port mafia rp blog #event #Hanami #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd

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trashmouth-richie · 3 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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fairyellieee · 3 years ago

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Dating Robin Buckley headcannons

Men DNI

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 · 3 years ago

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❗❗ ONE PIECE 1058 SPOILERS ❗❗

>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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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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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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