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[labormaxeverett]

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[lexirosewrites]

Vague role reversal for slick sunday wherein Eddie is a popular top of the food chain alpha, while steve is on the peripheral as an omega

O!Steve might have rich parents tht aren't around, but he's struggled to read at the same pace as his peers for years, numbers sometimes get mixed up, he's seen as strange for his interests, & ppl tend to overlook him in a room which is what he's convinced himself he prefers. He might read slowly but he retains nearly everything he reads, he's very good in history class, he's got an emotional intelligence unmatched. In this AU Steve is the founder of Hellfire, he doesn't DM entire campaigns only one shots or short little jaunts but he owns every book & has a lot of knowledge abt the rules. Steve has taken German every year at Hawkins high & that's how he meets & forms a bond w A!Robin. She joins Hellfire only to sit around & eat snacks & heckle the DM on the behalf of the players. While he's socially vulnerable he's often left alone from physical bullying bc his parents had him attend first a karate class then an aikido class since he was 12 in Indianapolis so he defends himself well.

A!Eddie on the other hand presents as an alpha early, he starts developing the physical strength associated w an alpha, he's a faster runner than before, he joins the track & field team, he becomes the plug for weed & pills once he's a sophomore in highschool, he laughs loud & doesnt necessarily stop the worst of the bullying but is still a gentleman to alpha & beta women & all the omegas, even Steve when he rarely notices him. He dates A!Nancy Wheeler, invites her to a small bonfire in the woods near the trailer park, B!Barb comes along, Barb goes missing (is killed) after everyone breaks off in couples to make out/have sex, season 1 happens pretty much the same for Nancy except Steve's role/redemption is Eddie

Will Byers goes missing & Steve approaches fellow bottom feeder B!Jonathan Byers w condolences & the statistic tht when a child goes missing its more likely to b a family member, when Jonathan goes to confront his dad Steve & Robin tag along. When tht leads nowhere Steve & Robin r told by Jonathan to not get further involved. Wills fake body is found. Then season 1 happens pretty much the same with Steve & Robin only having a peripheral involvement.

Season 2 happens, Billy tries a few times to corner Steve but Hellfire r protective especially Robin, & Steve uses aikido to throw Billy around by using his mass & inertia against him ending the confrontation by giving Billy a broken nose, Billy ends up giving up bc he gets more concerned w dragging 2nd year senior Eddie down & harassing the vulnerable black kid Max has been seen with, season 2 ends w Steve having to repeat senior year and Eddie has to repeat for the 3rd time despite Nancy's attempts to help.

Season 3: Steve doesn't get entirely cut off but his allowance is reduced by A LOT, steve & robin get summer jobs at Scoops Ahoy. Dustin goes to Eddie with the transmission but neither speaks Russian. When their caught talking abt it not so subtly while indulging in ice cream at Scoops Ahoy near closing Robin straight up calls all 3 of them out while stobin lean against the counter judging them. Dustin is a smart ass but when Robin reveals she's a polyglot the 3 start to include her, ignoring Steve & Steve convinces himself he isn't hurt. Then Steve hears music in the transmission & as they're all walking out he has the eureka moment of the ride. Season 3 happens & stobin still end up as the ones trapped by the Russians except Robin does her best to divert their attention to her in this AU, they get drugged & rescued by Dustin Erica & Eddie

Billy dies. Max has very mixed feelings abt it while Steve is relieved bc Billy had continued to harass him all summer

Idk how season 4 goes but I do know we get steddie & buckingham even if Vecna isn't defeated

idk why omega Steve being at the bottom of the food chain is so appealing to me, but it is and then the idea of alpha Eddie eventually pursuing him is so much more fun!

[bangaveragewhitewine]

Pinch Me

After your first date with a familiar face from home, waking up next to Steve feels like something out of a dream. 

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This is a follow on from Clean Slate but can be read as standalone fic. 

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings/Content: Both you and Steve are in your late-twenties and were in school together; you met again on a blind date almost ten years later. This is an 18+ fic; oral (reader receiving), penetrative sex. Spoiler but use of ‘good girl’ in a sexy content. Steve Harrington being a smooth mf comes with it's own warning.

I have tried to leave physical descriptions as neutral and inclusive as possible! Some mentions of anxiety and insecurity. Plenty of kissing to make up for that! 

Author’s Note: Clean Slate was intended to be a one off fic but here we are! This is my first attempt at smut in a fic, so hopefully it’s not horrendous! Thank you for reading, enjoy!

Thank you to my lovely @specialagentmonkey for beta reading for me💖

Once again, this is an 18+ fic. Please do not do any AI fuckery with my work or repost on other sites.

(divider by me)

Ever since you were little, your bed had been one of your favourite places. Soft sheets, books on the bedside table and a perfectly curated stack of pillows all topped off with the quilt you had made with your grandma before her arthritis got too bad. 

In your mom’s photo albums there was more than one snapshot of you as a sleepy toddler with a wild bed head peeking up from your pillow on Christmas morning. Another few of you reading Nancy Drew in a pillow nest with a gap toothed smile. 

By now, you had made your own little nest out in the big bad world now; a surprisingly roomy studio with big windows and noisy neighbours on one side. You had bought new sheets and a duvet printed with dusty pink roses on porcelain white cotton, curated a new stack of pillows and added too many decorative cushions on top of the same quilt that had made the move with you to Indianapolis and on to Chicago. There were still books on your bedside,  a little dish for your jewellery to sit in while you slept, and an accumulation of lip balms, pillow mist and a candle or two to set the mood. 

After long shifts and bad dates, your bed was still your haven. When you were particularly anxious, you could still hear the shrill of your old alarm blaring in your ears; the sound of that clock that had dragged you from sweet dreams in your beloved bed on chilly winter mornings. Some mornings, as you rode the subway to work, you swore you could hear your bed’s own siren song calling you to get off at the next stop, come home to read and nap the day away. 

The sanctuary was for you alone, save for an occasional sleepover with your best friend Annie. Your dates were never invited to stay and make themselves comfortable. But this morning, waking up with Steve Harrington in your bed? That was new. 

It was safe to say that your blind date went well. Really well. 

You had resolutely avoided talking about school, only mentioning people each other might have remembered in the context of a story about your lives outside Hawkins. Steve was still in touch with a lot of people from home. You recognised some of their names; Robin who grew up a street away from you, Eddie Munson who you knew from art class and the occasional house party in your youth, even Nancy Wheeler. The way he lit up with so much fondness for ‘his kids’ who weren’t kids anymore made your face ache from smiling.

And Steve had listened, wanted to hear how you had liked Indianapolis for college (he had spent some time there too before making the move to Chicago with Robin after Eddie had sussed the place out and found an apartment near his own for them that they still shared). He had asked about your job, your life in the city, and took a real interest in you. 

His attention had stayed on you, never straying to see who else was around or looking for an escape route. His honeyed gaze had stayed focused, watching how you used your hands when you spoke and dipped occasionally to look at your lips. Steve’s hand had stayed close by when his fingers weren’t outright intertwined with yours. He did this thing with his thumb, stroking it across the bone of your wrist, and a few times he had squeezed your hand while you spoke as if to say ‘go on, I’m listening’ - it was so centering for your often anxious mind.

You had a few more drinks, picked a few songs on the jukebox, kept talking and talking until you were sitting close enough to hear Steve’s stomach growl, making his cheeks flush pink. 

“I know a pizza spot close by if you’re hungry?” you suggested. 

“DiFontaines?” Steve smiled a little, nodding at your suggestion. “Yeah I love it. Let’s go.”

Neither of you wanted to end the night yet, say goodbye. So you didn’t. Instead you headed hand in hand into the warm night air, nicely buzzed and in search of hot pizza and crispy cold sodas. 

The sun had dipped in the sky, taking the worst of the heat with it, but the night stayed humid and sticky. Despite the warmth, Steve held your hand and between stories, as you walked down the next block, he lifted his arm to twirl you when you passed a bar blaring Achy Breaky Heart onto the street; Billy Ray’s crooning was eclipsed by your laughter. 

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled, pushing him gently before Steve quickly hugged you against his side again. Never had you felt so comfortable on a first date - but this wasn’t just any blind first date. 

“Dork?! You been talkin’ to Robin?” Steve smiled down at you, sparking heat in your belly. 

“Guess your reputation precedes you, Harrington.” With a burst of bravery, owing it to your younger self, you bounced up on your toes to peck his cheek before taking off a few steps ahead, turning to grin back at him as he jogged to catch up before you swerved into the pizza place. 

You joined the line of late night pizza lovers and Steve had slipped an arm around you, leaned his chin on your head as your heart pounded hard. “So, what’re we getting?” he asked.

The familiarity of it all made you feel fuzzy around the edges, his thumb stroking your shoulder, the heat of him pressed against your side. 

“It’s probably sacrilegious but the New York style slice, veggie or… artichoke.” Feeling brave again you cover his hand with yours and squeezed. “You?”

“Okay so we’re both sinners then.” He hummed, considering his options. “You’re vegetarian right?”

“Yeah, I try to be.” You liked how he had remembered a tiny detail from a story told hours ago.

“Okay. Four cheese then.”

“You sure?” Your interest piqued. 

“Yeah, ‘course. You might not want a goodnight kiss if I have pepperoni breath.”

You swear your jaw dropped as Steve schooled his smile, watching the group of tipsy tourists ahead of you order their slices before his eyes darted back to you. 

Steve was more timid, his voice quieter as he filled the silence between you when you had been too stunned to answer. “It’s also totally fine if you don’t want to kiss me, sweetheart. I know I can lay it on ki-“ 

Instead you rocked up to close the gap between you, ignoring the pinch of your sandals to lay a kiss onto his lips. Steve was quick to cup your cheek, keeping you there to kiss you back just as sweetly. 

His nose has nudged against yours before he let you go, gazing into each other’s eyes until your attention was pulled to ‘order or get out’. His arm had stayed around you as you placed your orders, splitting a third classic deep dish slice between you so you wouldn't be run out of town with torches and pitchforks. 

Full of pizza and soda and bravery, you had taken Steve’s hand again and strolled through the sticky Chicago night, steering him toward your apartment with the guise of proving that the same pink scrunchie you wore in high school was in fact on your bedside table. You both knew what you were really suggesting. 

Part of you niggled away, expecting him to make a polite excuse to head home instead. But Steve only had eyes for you and sealed the deal with another kiss. You lost yourselves in each other, feeling younger together, and made out with Steve’s back against the shutters of somewhere long closed for the night as he squeezed your hips and you toyed with the ends of his hair. It was with regret that he had to tear himself away from your lips to hail a cab for you both, where you did your best to behave on the way to your apartment.

As you lay in bed that next morning, watching how Steve’s chest rose and fell with breath, how soft he looked in sleep, you felt warm and happy. His golden glow was just as dazzling in the morning light.  

Your night together had been unrushed. Steve hadn’t just hit it and quit it with you. No, instead you had kissed and kissed, making out and letting your hands roam like two teenagers except there was no hurry; no seven minute deadline or someone pounding on a guest room door to see if it was occupied. The rumours in school had been true; Steve Harrington was an amazing kisser. You had listened to a friend of a friend rave about his soft lips after a lucky spin the bottle in junior year; now you had tasted him for yourself, you understood why she had brought it up so much. But Steve was in your bed now, not hers, you thought smugly. 

On the way from the couch to your bed, he had unzipped your dress and you made sure his powdery blue shirt wouldn’t be too creased in the morning, draping it over the back of a chair instead of leaving it balled up on the ground. 

Steve had made sure you knew how beautiful he thought you were, kissed you everywhere before taking his time with you and spent an age between your legs as he worked you open for him. Lying there the next morning, you could feel your face heat up when you remembered how his touch set you on fire. The pleasant all over ache weighed you down into your mattress. 

With a messy bed-head, Steve woke a little after you and saw you smiling dreamily to yourself. He reached out to pull you closer, tucking his face into your neck. 

“Mornin’.” His voice was gravelly and deep. 

“Morning.” You brush his hair back gently and dot a kiss to his forehead before stroking your fingers over his shoulders soothingly, dragging them down his arm.  

“S’nice,” he said, lips moving against your neck before he pressed a few kisses there. 

Lying face to face on your pillow, your fingers played with the fine gold chain that settled around his throat, dipping lower into the thick hair on his chest. 

“I had a really good time last night.” Steve’s fingers walk up your arm, before twirling your hair around one carefully. 

When you look up at him, he’s got this little smile on his face. He inches closer, letting his gaze drop to your own smiling mouth before you share a slow morning kiss. 

“Me too,” you whisper, settling your hand on the side of his neck before returning his kiss again. Your fingers skate across and behind the lobe of his ear, the underside of his jaw and the shade of stubble there. 

With his large soft hands, he drags you closer still, pressing you right up against him. The t-shirt you had pulled on after the sweat on your body had started to cool last night was rucked up over your hip as Steve’s thumb strokes the dip there. 

You sigh into his mouth, feeling warm all over despite the chill of your box fan to cool the room down. This morning you're warmed by the heat and glow that radiates from Steve Harrington, hotter than the sun itself. 

“You’re really beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips, shifting his weight so you’re on your back again with one of his thighs slotted between yours. Steve brushes your hair back, fanning it out over the pillow before dipping down to kiss you again. He leaves you breathless before his lips trail lower to your jaw and neck. 

It’s an intimacy you hadn’t had with anyone in a long time, feeling safe enough with Steve to let yourself be loved on like this. You will yourself to be present with him, bask in his glow as it warms you, but barbs of anxiety have crept in to distract you.

Last night was amazing, slow and syrupy and tender. If that had been the last time you ever saw Steve Harrington you could have probably died happy - happier than before anyway. But instead he stayed, and as he kisses you again (morning breath ignored and forgotten). Steve didn’t care that you had faded into the background of your shared high school halls, he had loved how you had the bravery to break out of Hawkins and be you now. 

Steve notices you tensing up and peels himself back, thumbing your cheek again as he says your name. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, concern in his eyes. It makes your heart ache. 

You shake your head and cover the hand on your cheek. “No. Never.” You pull him to you again and relish the weight of him on top, your hands over his shoulders. “I’m getting in my head. You’re straight out of a dream, Steve. I feel like asking you to pinch me.”

You feel a little embarrassed about being quite so honest with him like this, but he oozes a magnetism and calmness that makes you want to tell him everything. But you don’t want to scare him away, be left waiting for another call that’s not coming, or hear him say ‘that was fun but I’m not looking for anything serious right now’. 

He smiles and leans his weight on one strong arm so he’s not totally crushing you. “I can, if you want. But I promise I’m real. And I’m just some guy.” 

You laugh. “Some guy? Nah Steve, I think you might be some sort of apparition. Or like, a Greek god.” You squeeze his bicep for emphasis. “Definitely dreaming.”

Steve rolls his eyes, playful, and pinches your cheek lightly. “See? Silly.” He presses a kiss to where he pinched before going in for another on your smiling mouth. Steve was not shy or stingy with his kisses, you had learned. You liked that a lot. 

“I think you’re pretty amazing, y’know. If you’re not sick of me yet, would you wanna go for breakfast with me?” Steve kneels up between your thighs, the sheets pooling around his hips. Your eyes go right to the white Calvin’s pulled tight over the thickness of him. Your eyes rake up over his body until you’re caught staring, ogling, and Steve smiles when you pull a pillow over your face. You certainly hadn’t been so shy last night; he laughs and lifts it away to gaze down at you, hoping you will say yes. 

“C’mere. Then you can take me for breakfast.” You coax him back down, hooking one leg over his hip. “Prove to me again that you’re not just in my imagination?”

Steve grins and rolls himself down over you. “You been imagining me like this? Scandalous,” he teases before resuming his kisses from earlier, which you are eager to return. Your bodies move together, hips tilting toward each other seeking out that pressure that makes your tummy sizzle. As Steve’s hands slip under your sized-up sleep shirt again, your own dips down to cup him through his underwear. His breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Baby…” 

Baby. 

You smile and repeat the movement firmer this time before beginning to coax him to hardness, breaking your hold on him only to help him remove your tshirt. It’s lost to the floor along with Steve’s briefs. His breath is hot against your mouth as your bodies press together. The feeling of Steve’s hands on your breasts draws out a whine that’s swallowed by another kiss; his hands are so big and they feel like they are everywhere, like Steve is everywhere. His mouth and hands trail lower, spreading you out for him on your dusty rose bedsheets. He cups you there, thumb swiping in a delicious rhythm that has you gasping against his shoulder. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, kissing the tops of your breasts. “Let me hear those pretty noises again, baby. Please?” 

You whimper as his fingers ease you open, so gentle like the polite ‘please’. Steve had proven he was a talker already last night, his words making you feel hot all over as he had pushed so carefully inside, turning tipsy giggles into needy gasps. You felt the same heat engulf you now as he lay wet kisses to your tummy, your hips, pausing only so that he could lie comfortably between your thighs after shouldering his way between them. 

He’s looking up at you, his cheek against the meat of your thigh. Lips curve into a smile when you meet his gaze, and he closes his eyes when you stroke his hair back. One of his hands takes yours and rests together on your belly as he dips to kiss you where you need him, humming against you when you gasp his name. 

Your eyes drop closed, fireworks bursting behind them as he makes you feel so good. The once or twice any other man had done this was lacklustre in skill and enthusiasm, which Steve possessed in every cell of his being. When you chance looking at him you spot his hips shifting against the mattress, chasing relief for his own ache which makes you moan louder. His whispered “good girl” sends your eyes rolling back into your skull. 

Steve brings you to your peak quicker than anyone ever had before. Mindful that you might be a little tender from the night before as he presses one long and thick finger inside before a second joins it a few moments later, gentle but with a purpose of making you forget your own name. His shoulder presses firm against your thigh, spreading you wider as his fingers pump steadily, keeping the pace and press against the spot inside you that makes you feel fit to explode. 

You squeeze his arm while your capacity for coherent speech vanishes, focusing only on the swirl and suck of his mouth and the crook and curl of his fingers. It’s so sudden, and you swear you’ve never made a noise so loud as you moan for him, trembling all over. He whispers his praise against your thigh before bringing his mouth back to where you’re weeping for him and doesn’t stop until your thighs are crushing his ears, muffling your voice. 

Chest heaving, you feel him move up to check on you. He brings you close, holding you as you glow with him and presses feathery kisses to your hairline. “You still with me? Not still dreaming about me?” 

“Mm, think I died,” you manage, peeking up at him with teary eyes. Another tender kiss to the dopey smile on your lips. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart.” 

His grin is deservedly cocky, earning himself the warm grasp of your hand around his length. The prettiest frown graces his face as you squeeze and slowly pump your hand, your lips moving to his neck. 

Steve’s gaze moves from your face, dragging down your body to where your hand holds him. His size makes your hand look small and you feel the kick of his arousal on your palm. You manage to swing one wobbly leg over him, sitting on the breadth of his thighs with new confidence as he holds you steady. 

You lean across him, earning kisses to your chest as you fish for a condom to rip open and roll on to him before lowering yourself down into his lap. 

Sinking your teeth into the fat of your lower lip at the stretch of him, Steve huffs out a breathy swear against your chest. His hands settle on your hip and thigh, grounding and never rushing as you breathe into the feeling of him inside you before beginning to move. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, watching you in awe. “So pretty f’me.”

That spurs you on, chasing the tingle deep in your abdomen. Your fingers lace with Steve’s on your thigh, the other hand braced against the wall behind his shoulder. 

His head leans back by your hand, turning to kiss your wrist as you move in his lap. You curl your arm around him, bringing each other close as his hips hitch up to meet you. 

“So good, baby,” he murmurs, kissing you again as his breath comes quicker now. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Gasping his name, you hold him tight to you as you move together. He can’t take his eyes off of you, “Good girl, so gorgeous.” 

Messy kisses broken by gasps and Steve’s praise are traded back and forth. His hands feel huge where they hold you at your waist. 

The cord of pleasure deep in your pelvis winds tighter. Steve’s jaw twitches as he holds on to you, and you kiss the tense muscle before whispering, “You make me feel so good.” The sound he makes is almost a whimper and he squeezes the meat of your ass. Your hips continue their rise and roll, you feel like every cell of your body is aflame. 

Steve watches you, praising words fanning the fire low in your belly. The burn in your thighs makes you pause and he takes the chance to kiss you stupid again. 

“Feel good? Yeah?” When you nod, feeling spaced out, he pecks your swollen lips and whispers, “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” You wonder if he lets anyone take care of him, return his generosity and affections. 

He is so gentle as he holds you to his chest and slouches lower on the bed. You close your eyes at the feeling of being held like this, cheek to his broad shoulder. His feet are flat and firm on the bed and the experimental thrust up into you makes you sigh his name. Steve sweeps your hair to one side so that he can kiss your neck again, checking in with you before continuing. 

His name echoes on your bedroom walls as he grazes the elusive spot inside of you; the way you press right against his pelvis gives a rub of friction that makes lightning zing through your limbs. “That’s it. Huh? Right there?” His voice is tight as he drives up into you again, faster now with the new angle. 

You can hardly summon the sense to make a sentence, babbling now with how good he’s making you feel, the occasional broken curse or plea. After last night and this morning, the neighbours won’t be happy or forget Steve’s name anytime soon - not that you give a fuck. 

You kiss him again, though now you’re both so far gone it’s messy and needy, hot breaths against each other’s cheeks. The lick of his tongue against yours makes you shiver. You feel ready to burst, pleasure building as his hips drive up hard into you

With the feeling of him so deep inside of you, you fall over the edge again. The feeling of your orgasm, clenching and fluttering and soaking, drags him with you, groaning against your neck when his hips slam and stutter still. His arms are tight around you, both heaving deep breaths together. 

Steve eases you both down onto your sides, tangled together. You feel dazed and heavy but the stroke of Steve’s fingers on your hip, his hot breath on your collarbone grounds you until the sounds of Chicago on a Saturday morning remind you that this wasn’t a dream. 

“You okay? That.. Jesus…” Steve’s voice is breathy, but you hear his smile. 

“Yeah. I’m…amazing.”

“Yeah, you are.” 

There’s comfortable silence as you both come back to earth. 

After a few moments Steve dots kisses to your cheeks, forehead and nose before he eases out of you to bin the full condom. Soon you’re back in bed with him, held safe in his arms. His cheeks are pink and you want to squeeze them. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Steve.” Your fingers brush over the moles dotted along his cheekbone, and he catches your hand to kiss your fingers sweetly in distraction. “Hey. Look at me, Harrington.”

“Back to Harrington?” he teases, looking into your eyes with faux intensity to make you giggle. “M’lookin’.”

“Steve. Steven.” You match his teasing with pretend-seriousness.

“Not Steven. Please, baby.” His mouth turns down, exaggerating his unhappiness with you, but the stroke of his fingers on your hip say otherwise.

“Ms O’Donnell called you Steven.”

“Please don’t bring O’Donnell up while my dick is still out.”

You both dissolve into giggles, pressing your face against the chain on his chest. “Shut up, she had that much of an effect on you?! Calling you Steven gets you all worked up? Okay perv, good to know.”

“You’re sick in the head.” His voice is shaky with laughter against your hair. “S’a good thing you’re cute.”

“Mhm. Definitely a sicko. Two cute sickos.” You take his face in your hands again. “You’re a great date Steve Harrington.”

He smiles, but it falls a little - you just about catch it. It makes your heart hurt. Your inability to just say that you don’t want this to be a one time thing makes you want to pull your own hair out. 

“I do my best. I had so much fun with you. I’m just kinda… sick of first dates though. Yknow?” 

“I do know. But that’s not how last night felt.” 

There’s a flash of recognition in his eyes as he nods. 

“Definitely helped that we had a bit of a head start on the ‘where are you from?’ shit..” There’s a twinkle of playfulness in his heart wrenching sincerity. 

“I hate that part.” You look into his eyes. It makes your chest flutter, how he looks at you.

“I know we didn’t know each other all that well in school..”

“Since kindergarten.” Your shrug is tiny, you smile playfully as he groans. 

“Since kindergarten. Shit. What’ve I been doing all this time…” he asks the ceiling.

“Same as me. Getting out of Hawkins. Going on crappy dates...” 

“Mm, true. Growing up, I guess.” He’s quiet for a moment, “Last night wasn’t crappy. Best date I’ve been on in a long long time.”

“Me too. I think I’ll let you take me out again, if you want to…” you say, whispering bravely as you act all playful despite your hammering heart. 

The smile on Steve’s face makes the butterflies in your stomach swoop again. You weren’t the only one who felt so dimmed by dating around, having your heart broken. There’s a beat of silence, charged electric as Steve looks at your lips and you touch his chain again. 

“You like pancakes, or waffles?” Steve’s eyes twinkle. 

You squeeze the bulk of his bicep. “French toast.”

His head tips back in laugh, showing off his delicious throat. “Oh she’s fancy?”

“She is.” 

He leans in to kiss you in more time. “I can do fancy, baby.” 

“You’ve done fancy twice. Fancy is hungry, Steve.”

Your laughter echoes in the golden morning light that fills your room as his fingers skate over your ribs, finding the ticklish spots before he hauls you as close as possible again. 

Steve’s nose presses against your cheek, smooching one more kiss there before sitting up to find his pants. As you stargaze at the constellation on his broad back, you think this might just be the start of something really amazing.

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[kittythelitter]

Hold Me Like You'll Never Let Me Go

Steddie snippet, angst, CW: self-loathing, CW: negative self talk. Steve POV, post season 4 - everyone lives.

Inspired by John Denver's "Leaving on a Jet Plane" but as performed by one of my favorite camp counselors every year on the last day of camp when I was in elementary and middle school.

Steve would like to think, had he not gotten that voicemail from his mother, that he would've been brave and finally told Eddie how he felt. He had been working up to it, and then. 

Steve had known for a while that he was the kind of definition of the kind of loser with no future who peaked in highschool, but that hadn't mattered so much when he was trying to make sure his kids survived to graduate highschool. His SAT scores didn't matter when it came to dealing with the end of the world. 

But then the world didn't end. Hawkins was in shambles, and his kids were going to survive wherever they each went to highschool, because the upsidedown was gone. But they wouldn't be attending Hawkins High, because it was just a pile of rubble, and all their families were moving far far away. 

What was his purpose, exactly, with his kids scattered and the world saved? 

He could trail after Nancy and Robin to Boston, like the loser he was, clinging to their coattails and dragging them down. He could follow the Hoppers'-Beyers to upstate New York. Follow the Henderson's to wherever Claudia found work. 

His plan, at least until the voicemail, was to stay in the government accomodations in Indianapolis with the Munsons. He and Eddie could, hopefully together, build a life post-apocalypse, find work, maybe move into an apartment together in the same building as Wayne. Maybe they could save up and move out to Boston to be near the girls, or New York or wherever the rest of the kids ended up. But they could build a life together. 

And then. 

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When Steve's mom offered him a well paying job, a career, doing work he could probably be proud of while going to some fancy night school with the only catch being living with and looking after her aging parents in London, it was an opportunity he couldn't justify turning down. He wouldn't be a loser trailing after his smarter, more successful, wonderful friends. He'd build his own life and then could be someone Henderson and Robin wouldn't be embarrassed to introduce to their cool friends at college. 

His first instinct was to bring Eddie with him, but he knew that Eddie couldn't bear to be an ocean away from Wayne. He also got the impression that the music scene over there was more Jonathan's speed than Eddie's. Plus when he went over there to tell Eddie, Eddie was raving about some band that he'd auditioned for, so he just. Didn't mention his own stuff. And he just. Kept not bringing it up. Which brought him to the morning he was leaving. 

He didn't have much stuff after the sinkhole ate Loch Nora, but what he did have was all packed up and ready to go to London. 

 They tended to hang out at Eddie and Wayne's apartment anyway so it's not like the Munsons would've noticed him packing. 

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All packed up. All ready to leave. He just. Hadn't told anyone yet. No one but him and the Munsons were still in Indiana, but they kept in close contact anyway. And he hadn't told them.  He stood outside the Munsons' door turning over and over in his head what he was going to say before he had to call the cab to get to the airport. 

It was 10am, so Wayne would be awake but Eddie might not be. How shitty would it be to wake him up just to tell him he was leaving. 

Steve let himself, for just a minute, imagine Eddie kissing him goodbye and promising to see him soon. Imagining Eddie wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around him and holding him here in the States. In Indiana. In Eddie's apartment forever. Like Eddie's arms could keep him from making what might be a huge mistake. Like Eddie could hold on tight enough to come with him. 

But Eddie was building a life here in Indianapolis, and Steve wasn't. Steve had to go. Had to become someone better. Someone who could maybe someday be worthy of the person he could see Eddie becoming. 

Maybe he should just go. Write a letter or call once he was far enough away that Eddie's big beautiful Bambi eyes couldn't change his mind. 

The opportunity to run away was taken, however, when the door swung open. 

"Stevie?" Eddie grinned at him. "I didn't know you were coming by this morning! I'm actually on my way to rehearsal with Last in Initiative! But! I can grab coffee with you on the way if you'd want to?" 

"Oh I don't want to keep you from rolling to initiate or whatever it is you guys do, but I wanted to let you know that I'm going to London to see my grandparents. I wanted to say goodbye before I left." 

Steve knew he was making it sound temporary, but looking into Eddie's beautiful eyes he couldn't bring himself to tell him that he was really leaving. God he was just like his dad. Popping off to Europe without having a return flight planned and not telling Eddie how long he'd be gone. 

Something flitted across Eddie's face too quickly for Steve to parse. 

"Well. Far be it from me to deprive the elderly of your presence, but don't forget me while you're gone, I don't want to be deprived either." Eddie darted in for a hug. Steve begged whatever forces were still out there to let it last forever. But it didn't. Eddie saw his watch, swore and bolted, leaving Steve to consider the Munsons' door once again. Trying to work up the nerve to talk to Wayne. And give him the truth at the very least.

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TICK // 19.1 - cover me

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, violence, sexual content)

Word Count: 2100

A/N: we are nearing the end of book one. are you ready? also, this chapter is nothing but DRAMA.

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The times are tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well, I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

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May 19, 1984 - junior year

Richard Buckley was quite relieved when his boss told him they had finished the out-of-town job ahead of schedule, a day early to be exact. He missed his home, his recliner, his bed.

And if he was brutally honest, the idea of leaving his two daughters alone for an entire weekend made his neck hurt. 

He was sure that Robin could be trusted. But as of recently, he didn't trust you as far as he could throw you. Especially with that Munson gremlin and the hold he had on you. 

Richard had already engaged in several discussions with his ex-wife about moving you to Indianapolis to set you on a better path. The last thing his family's reputation needed was his eldest daughter hanging around a drug dealer's son, or worse, getting impregnated by one.

Richard's eye twitched violently as he wondered if the Munson boy had set foot in his home while he was gone the night before.

This became a mild paranoia turned reality as Richard merged onto his street, only to find an unusual amount of cars in front of his house. Young adults roamed amongst the vehicles, some of them on his front porch. 

"What on God's green earth…" he grumbled to himself, already feeling his blood beginning to boil. 

Parking his work truck in front of the neighbors' house - as his well-manicured driveway was full of cars - Richard Buckley stormed down the sidewalk towards his home. It was quite obvious that there was a party of some sort being held. 

He passed teenagers, but couldn't tell exactly who they were in the dim light of the street lamps. Richard caught some of their wretched conversations as he passed by. 

…did you see the look on his face?... hell of a party, man… Carol is so drunk!

Not even ten minutes earlier, Richard was content. He was calm, he was ready to relax after spending most of his day on the road.

And now he was about to have an aneurysm at the sight of a crowd of strangers in his home. Most of them were clearly drunk, laughing and yelling to each other obnoxiously. Music blasted throughout the rooms. No one seemed to notice the sudden appearance of an irate adult.

Another thing he did not expect to find was a banner hanging from the kitchen cabinets. The brightly painted paper held cartoonish flames with the words "CONGRATS PYROMANIAC!" spread over them. 

Edward. Munson. 

Robin was nowhere to be found. Richard roamed room to room, finding no one he recognized and neither of his two daughters. Did you take him for this much of a fool?

Heading upstairs, he barged into your bedroom, which was the closest door to the top of the stairs. 

Empty. 

So he moved onto Robin's.

His youngest daughter was inside, placing a shiny black record onto her record player. One of her girl friends laid casually on the bed, flipping through a magazine. But Richard couldn't find anger in him towards Robin.

The thing that truly angered him was that you were still missing, and the look on Robin's face when she saw her father told him that all of this was indeed your doing. Robin was merely a bystander. Most likely manipulated by her toxic older sister.

"Dad? You're back early." Panic spread across her freckled features. She failed miserably at concealing the beer bottles behind her.

Richard gripped the doorknob, knuckles white. "Would you mind telling me where your sister is? I need to have a word with her."

"Uh… no, I haven't seen her in a long time. Maybe she's in the kitchen?"

"I was just in the kitchen. Robin Buckley, you tell me where she is. Right now." 

Richard could feel his face reddening more, if that was even possible. He would need to visit the cardiologist after this.

He remained firmly in the doorway, blocking Robin from trying to leave and give her sister a head's up. 

Stuttering a response, Robin waved her hands frantically. "I-I… the front porch?!"

"I've looked everywhere besides…" and then he knew. 

The basement.

Ignoring Robin chasing him down the stairs, and then further down the basement stairs, Richard was the bull in a cheap china shop. Fury flooded his senses and he could barely hear Robin's pleas to stop.

Of all the things that occurred that fateful night, the last thing Richard Buckley wanted to see in his home, in his laundry room, was this.

You were bent over the dryer, your dress pushed up past your hips. Eddie Munson stood behind you with his pants visibly undone, mid-thrust.

It was the final straw for Richard Buckley.

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Now, promise me baby, you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us Cover me, shut the door and cover me Well, I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me

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Eddie was approximately eight beers deep when a balding, red-faced man literally caught him with his pants down.

Prior to the rude interruption, the brown-eyed boy was having the time of his life. 

The surprise party was a mixture of some of his favorite things: irony, his best friends, beer, and the best of all… you did it for him. Even though he had been kicked out of school not even a week before. 

The sarcastic paper banner congratulating him for setting Higgin's car on fire was the best part, and not even the presence of some unsavory members of the popular crowd *cough* Harrington *cough* could ruin Eddie Munson's high that night.

All good things must come to an end, though, which Eddie knew all too well. 

And the one thing that could surely ruin his high was your father walking in on him railing his daughter from behind against a fucking dryer.

And then Eddie's high was completely obliterated when he felt a sucker punch collide with his jaw, sending him backwards against the concrete basement floor. All he could do was scramble to get his pants up, protecting his bits and pieces from the insane man.

You were screaming something, but Eddie could barely hear you over the shouts coming from your father and then the tearful appearance of Robin in the doorway.

His vision was spinning from the hit to his head, mixed with shock and the alcohol in his system. Richard Buckley came at him again.

"You motherfucking piece of trash, Munson! I'll have you arrested-"

"Eddie, no!"

But Eddie was never one to make good decisions.

He swung a sharp left hook at Richard Buckley's face, knocking him out immediately. And then Eddie pushed past the distraught sisters, spitting blood from his mouth onto the pretty pastel yellow wall before bolting up the stairs two at a time.

...he ran, because Eddie had never thought of himself as much of a hero.

You caught up with him as he approached his van. "Eddie, please!"

"Your pop's a real fucking gem, you know that, Buckley?"

Tears ran down your blushing face, your eyes blurry from crying and the multiple shots of cheap vodka you had. One of the straps on your dress had fallen off your shoulder. Eddie wanted to fix it, to touch you, but the coppery taste of blood in his mouth reminded him of how fucking pissed he was.

"H-he wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow night. I had no idea he would come home early!"

"No shit, Sherlock!" Eddie hissed, not caring how mean he sounded. "Obviously you didn't know. Give me a damn minute to cool off, will you? My jaw is fucking killing me." 

Spitting more blood onto the sidewalk, you flinched at his crude behavior. For a second, Eddie felt ashamed at how selfish he was being. 

Sure, he got punched in the mouth. He got caught with his dick out by his girlfriend's holy roller father. He had to abandon the party that was thrown for him.

But what about you? What kind of consequences would you face after this? You had to live with the psychotic Buckley man, for Christ's sake.

The sudden shouting of said psycho made you and Eddie jump. Richard Buckley was standing by the front door, arms outstretched, screaming for everyone to vacate the premises. 

"Listen, I'm getting the hell outta here before he calls Hopper. I don't need any more heat on me this week."

You reached towards him, your eyes pleading. "I'll leave with you. Let me come with you."

Eddie's temper softened at your drunken desperation, unable to hold any kind of ill feelings towards you for very long. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, realizing then just how much his knuckles hurt from hitting the older man. 

"Call me tomorrow. I'll come pick you up then, alright? But you can't just leave Robin in there by herself tonight."

"Are you sure?" 

Chuckling, Eddie used the short sleeve of his white t-shirt to wipe more blood from his swollen lips. "Sunshine, don't you worry about me one bit. I can take a punch, unlike your dear ol' daddy."

This made you smile, albeit a nervous smile. "Do you have your gift? Did you leave it in the house?"

Eddie gestured towards his glove box. "I got it."

"And remember, don't open-"

"Yeah, yeah. I won't open it 'til tomorrow."

You kissed him roughly before running back towards the house. He watched as the skirt of your dress flowed behind you. 

Eddie drove off, never thinking for a second that it would be over a year until he would see those beautiful eyes again.

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Outside's the rain, the driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light, bolt the door I ain't going out there no more

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"I've already spoken to your mother. As a matter of fact, I called her a few days ago regarding this matter. My decision is final."

You felt your world collapsing around you.

Head pounding from your hangover and an unreasonable amount of stress, you almost couldn't believe what you were hearing.

Robin spoke quietly from the doorway. "Dad, we shouldn't be making rash-"

"Go to your room, Robin! This does not concern you." Richard slammed a hand down on the kitchen counter, glaring at his youngest daughter as she scampered away like a scared puppy.

Turning back towards you, his face was emotionless. "Go pack your things. Your mother will be here soon. She left Indianapolis early this morning, called off work, to deal with this."

So you were facing exile. Complete banishment.

Before you even had a chance to call Eddie that day, your father disconnected the phone in your room. You were no longer welcome in the Buckley home. Your mother would be taking you to Indianapolis for the summer. You would complete your senior year of high school away from Hawkins.

Your options were pathetic and sparse. You weren't eighteen yet - your father had already threatened to report you as a runaway if you fought against it. Richard Buckley also had the balls to say he would report Eddie, who was eighteen already, for taking his underage daughter. 

You laughed bitterly when he said this. "Could you be more dramatic?"

But your father was hellbent. "Your actions recently have been nothing but a path of destruction. Your behavior last night was repulsive and a slap in the face of God. I can't have you continuing this. And I can't have you dragging your sister down with you."

"Excuse me? Has the whole situation with Kate been swept under the rug?" You only dug your grave deeper, fueled by frustration. "Maybe it's better if Robin came with me. I don't think either of us need to be here anymore."

"Are you really going to take your little sister away from her friends? From her future with the marching band?"

Your father knew how to hit you exactly where it hurt.

You felt nauseated suddenly, and stepped towards the phone on the kitchen wall. 

"I disconnected all of the phones when you woke up. Now, go pack your things."

"Let me call Eddie," you spat, your hands trembling in fists at your sides.

Richard scowled at you. "To say what? He's a doomed individual. If you keep letting him chase after you, he will never focus on his own future, and you'll only condemn him further."

A car honking outside yanked you from the impulse to scream obscenities at the man before you.

"Upstairs. Now. Don't make your mother wait too long."

About thirty minutes later, you were in the passenger seat of your mother's car, watching Hawkins pass by with teary eyes like it was some kind of distant memory.

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This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough, I ain't gonna see any more Cover me, wrap your arms around me, cover me

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(song lyrics credit: "Cover Me" by Bruce Springsteen)

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Things I Love Thinking in Circles About

How big, area-wise, the Seireitei is

What regular Gotei work looks like when we're not looking

What did the early bird VCs do the entire time they were sitting around in Conference Room 2 waiting for people to show up?

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1. How big, area-wise, the Seireitei is

According to Yoruichi, walking from one gate to the next would take 10 days, which initially makes the Seireitei seem really damn big. The city of Ann Arbor, Michigan has a population of 120,000 people. If we're meant to believe that there are 6000 shinigami (citation: Ooetsu?), I find it difficult to believe that the Seireitei's population would be much larger than 120k, if that. (Personally, I proceed as though it's a lot less than that.) Like the Seireitei, Ann Arbor is also circular, ringed not by a Seireimon but a necklace of Interstates, but it's only like 10 miles across. It really wouldn't take that long to walk 1/4 of the way around its rim.

You'd have to walk around a quarter of the entire country of Spain for it to take 10 days:

Obviously Google is not taking into account tired feet or needing to like, sleep, with this estimate, but STILL. The Seireitei is not the size of SPAIN.

A) Let's say it would really take 10 days. This gate-to-gate trek might need to take terrain into account (which Google sometimes does and often doesn't lol). The area Ichigo et al ended up in seemed pretty civ where the gate matches up with Junrinan, but maybe a shade north and the terrain is much more difficult!

B) Let's say it really would not take 10 days. Yoruichi might have been exaggerating, because she doesn't want to walk to another damn gate and also it's not as though there aren't also shinigami waiting at...the other gates... So she nips that in the bud and directs her party's attentions elsewhere.

Or maybe she knows that even this close to the Seireitei, in Rukongai time gonna wime, and space-time are not going to exist in a constant relationship with each other.

C) Let's say Matsumoto's "half-day" comment probably isn't about geography, either. Half a day would make the Seireitei approximately the size of like, Indianapolis? (population 882k, area 368 sq. miles/950 sq. km) if we were basing it purely on area. But also, shunpou?? So I really feel like the "length of time it would take people to arrive"half day" comment is less a function of physical distance and more about the fact that they're all busy and have tasks they'd need to extricate themselves from before they started walking/running/sauntering/gamboling over.

Which leads me to--

2. What regular Gotei work looks like when we're not looking

I think we've seen enough evidence that the way the Gotei has built itself does not lend itself well to rapid response. Their response to the ryoka invasion was not particularly rapid, nor organized. Their response to AIZEN'S MURDER was nearly non-existent. Winter War prep was also kind of rough, and I guess TYBW 1 was kind of a surprise attack, but I think my point still stands that it's just not their forte. I think part of this is because the Gotei is legitimately just kind of bad at being functional; we all know this. They all know this. I think the other part is that rapid response is very, very hard.

Given that they are heavenly court guards, you'd think rapid response to potential threats would be more of a priority, but you could say that about a lot of real-life things that, in reality, do not work that way (and perhaps cannot, in the absence of radical reinvention). To use a near universal example, see Exhibit C: COVID responses lol. Even outside of that very particular example, I'm part of a direct action organization and even though it's relatively small and its politics are activist-minded, rapid response is still very, very hard.

I just love thinking about, okay, where are the Gotei bottlenecks, what's the red tape, where's the sludge in the workings, where to the capacities fall through, what jobs haven't been invented that they really need, what jobs exist that really shouldn't, how much is logistical, how much is political, how much is cultural, how much is personal? *this is my bulletproof kiiiiiiink*

If it's going to take 4-12 hours to get all the officers in one place, it makes me think that yes, the alarms are going off, but it's a rapid response priority only for those who were assigned to quadrant 6 or whatever. Yes, this meeting call went out, but the threat is not yet at a level where you need to drop everything and haul ass. It's serious, but not more serious than the rippling consequences of ignoring the essential tasks you were already engaged in that are really going to fuck things up in domino-like ways if you don't do them right now.

For Ichigo et al, rescuing Rukia is Priority #1. For the Gotei, the ryoka invasion is this major world event that slammed on top of their already-full calendars of other shit they're supposed to do today. Big meeting? That's great, but it's going to have to wait or else a whole deployment's going to ship out late, the payroll office is going to close before those forms get signed, and Z isn't going to have the Y report that's required in order to start the X project.

3. What did the early bird VCs do the entire time they were sitting around in Conference Room 2 waiting for people to show up?

The meeting was called to address Ichimaru's behavior in dealing (or not dealing) with the ryoka, so we can assume it was called relatively quickly after Yamamoto got wind of that. Renji just took Rukia to Fancy Prison, but it doesn't seem like there's yet been dissemination of an official report, because he doesn't actually know if Ichigo got killed by Ichimaru or not. But the meeting is still going on when the ryoka invade successfully via The Sky.

In the interim, Ichigo et al hung out with the denizens of Junrinan, met Ganju, walked out to bumfuck to find Kuukaku's house, got introduced to the cannon and the cannonballs, practiced with the cannonballs, ate dinner, gained proficiency with the cannonballs, and blasted themselves through the sky.

Which makes it seem like the VCs who got there early literally did have to wait around for half a day before everyone showed up. Keep in mind THEIR MEETING DID NOT EVEN HAVE AN AGENDA. They were just supposed to stage in Conference Room 2!

So what did they do? Did they bring any work with them? Did they shoot the shit for six hours? Play games? Nap?

...Orgy?

(Orgy.)

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Stuck in the Middle - Part 5

Hook x Y/N x Ricky Starks

Part 4

After a few days at home, Y/N finds herself overthinking everything that happened last week and decides to call Ruby Soho to talk about it.

My mind has been running in circles ever since I got home a couple of days ago. After breakfast with Hook, I had been feeling a lot more at ease and comfortable in my position in the company. However, Ricky was so nice to upgrade my seat and talk to me to make sure I didn't think he was a complete jackass from the DMs he had sent previously. I know I should just ignore it all and enjoy my time at home with my friends, but as I try to talk to them about it, they start drooling over the two men and taking sides.

"Kelsey! I don't want to hear anymore about how yummy you think Ricky is based on his Instagram." Kelsey groaned and sat back in her seat as Gabby leaned forward, ready to defend Hook. "No... no, no. You do not know Hook. He stays off of social media for the most part." My friends roll their eyes, and we change the subject and finish up our weekly brunch date.

I've just sat down on my couch when I see a text from Ruby come in.

How is everything going, new girl? 😛

I smile and respond, asking if I can call her, which she quickly reads and calls me herself.

What's up buttercup?

Ugh, my friends have been drooling over the boys ever since I told them about the whole situation. They have even taken sides and told me what they would do if they were in my position.

Well, what do you want to do about the little live triangle you seem to have become a part of?

I just want to be friends with everyone and get comfortable with my new job without all the drama.

I'm not saying that is going to be easy, but I'll have your back no matter what. I can always get Eddie and Ortiz to knock some sense into them as well.

We both laugh and change the subject to talk about Ruby's match and my backstage interviews for the week. Dynamite is in Indianapolis this week, so Ruby invites me to stay at her place, and I happily accept before hanging up and getting ready for the week.

Wednesday

Ruby and I woke up and went for a workout before grabbing some lunch and heading to the arena. We walk in and go our separate ways as I go find Tony and get my directions for the show. Soon after, I find my way to the Glam Squad setup and let them work their magic to give me a nice purple smoky eye to go with my outfit for the interviews. Just as they are putting on the finishing touches, Danhausen walks in frantic with half of his face paint smeared. They give him some wipes to take off the paint and let him start over at one of their stations since most of the girls are ready.

Hello again, Y/Nhausen! What a coinkydink seeing you here.

I fix my dress as I stand up and walk over to him.

Why, hello, Danhausen. It is great to see you again. I should probably go find Eddie. He is my first interview tonight.

Ah yes, Edward, very nice, very scary in the ring. Good luck tonight!

We wave goodbye, and I walk out of the Glam Squad area and almost smack into Hook. Luckily, he caught my shoulders and steadied me as I jolted back when I came face first with his chest.

I'm so sorry, Y/N! Didn't see you coming around the corner. Have you seen Dan?

I balanced myself out before nodding and pointing back to the Glam area. The smell of his cologne had almost put me in a daze when I nearly collided with his chest. Hook looked me up and down to check that I'm alright before nodding and heading to go find his tag partner for tonight. I shook my head and walked away to go walk around and find Eddie Kingston.

Hey Eddie! Are you ready for your promo?

I wave at him as I walk over to him and Ortiz talking near the interview setup. Eddie smiles at me and high fives me as I approach him.

There is the woman everybody is talking about! I hope they haven't scared you too much so far. This is Ortiz, aka Monkey, and we should be your first victims tonight, right?

I nod and smile as we make a bit of small talk, and they tell me about how they have heard about my situation from Ruby but also just whispers around the locker room in general.

Don't worry, sweetheart! Just let us know, and we will put them in their place if need be. Right, Ortiz?

They do their little handshake, and I giggle lightly as I start to loosen up and feel better talking to these two. I know they are both happy with their women and would never do anything to jeopardize that, so I can count on them to be my guy best friends and tell me the truth even when I don't want to hear it.

The interview with them went really well as they had helped calm my nerves beforehand. We hugged it out after the cameras cut back down to the ring, and I went to get a drink from catering just as I heard Hook's music hit and the fans go crazy. I sit back and watch the match until Tony comes over frantic telling me I need to interview them after their match since another interviewer was sick at the moment.

I quickly make my way to the backstage area and wait for them to come back as Ricky is warming up as he is next. I internally groan as he waves at me, and I smile and wave back, hoping he is too focused on his match to think about coming over to talk to me. But, oh boy, I was so wrong. Ricky strutted his way over and looked me up and down, whistling low in approval of my outfit.

Damn girl, that dress is beautiful on you.

I try my best not to blush as I roll my eyes and fix my dress when I hear Hook's music start up again.

Thanks, Ricky! Now go out there and kick some ass.

He smirks and walks away to prepare himself to walk out. Just as I expected, Hook and Danhausen walk back and look a bit confused when they see me backstage. I smile and whisper to them to just go with it before the cameras turn on.

Wow, Hook, Danhausen, that was a great victory out there. How are you feeling?

Danhausen goes to speak, but Hook smirks before speaking up himself.

Pretty good, now that we get to see you.

I'm shocked, to say the least, so I start to stutter when Danhausen takes my mic and starts walking towards the camera.

And that's all for this week's edition of Chips or Chicks with Hook. Back to you, Excalibur!

The cameras turn off, and I shake my head in disbelief before walking away to clear my head.

Hook's POV

Danhausen and I are walking backstage when I see Ricky warming up with a smirk on his face. I try to ignore him and walk past him, but he puts his hand on my chest, making me stop in the tracks.

Good job out there, Hook. Hope your interview skills have improved since last week.

He winks before Danhausen pulls me forward, and we walk towards the backstage interview area. I get a bit flustered when I see Y/N there instead of Lexi as scheduled, but try to brush it off. She tells us to just roll with it when she sees our confused faces and the cameras turn on. I honestly can't tell you what came over me, but after Ricky's dig moments ago, I decided to shoot my shot mid interview. Y/N looks horrified, and Danhausen quickly improvises as I watch her flustered face turning pink. She walks off before I can even apologize, and I sigh, realizing how much Ricky really is playing mind games with me.

What was that supposed to be? A pickup line?

I look back at Danhausen, who has now broken character and started to scold me like my dad. I groan and storm off to find a secluded part of the arena to cool off in.

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Mama Claudia AU, Maneater

Despite being a small town, Hawkins, Indiana had more than it's fair share of trouble. Jim Hopper couldn't exactly pin down when it started but he distinctly remembered the first major case he took on after being relocated back to his hometown a few years back. Trevor Henderson had gone missing and his wife Claudia had reported it after a week of him not coming back home. Small town that it was, everyone knew each other's business and Trevor Henderson was for lack of a better term, a deadbeat. His spotty employment history of construction jobs only existing to pay for his drinking habit while his wife worked and took care of their kid. When Trevor disappeared, it was easy to write off as him skipping down to avoid the people he owed money to. That or the people he owed found him. But to Jim there was always something off about that case he couldn't quite place. Sure Mrs. Henderson didn't seem too broken up about this but nobody could blame her and everyone moved on.

When Susan Hargrove called the station to say her husband was missing, the police chief had flashbacks to when Mr. Henderson disappeared. His car had been found outside of The Hideout near the edge of town with no trace of its owner. The place was sketchy and as such had no security cameras, probably so there wasn't any evidence of them selling alcohol to underage teenagers. Both the bartender and Neil Hargrove's drinking buddies said they saw him leave just before five. This was the last time there were any confirmed sightings of the man.

With that dead end, the Hawkins police department found themselves going down a list of people related to him. Susan had been in Indianapolis all weekend with her mother ruling her out. Max was at his house with Jane all weekend leaving only one other suspect. Billy Hargrove. The blonde teen was a known troublemaker but he had a surprisingly clean record save a few speeding tickets. Said teen was at the Henderson household. Claudia Henderson having brought him over after taking him to the hospital. The woman said she had been worried when she found the boy and spent all weekend making sure he was okay. Given that the injuries he'd been seen for had been sustained before Neil went missing and along with Mrs. Henderson as an alibi, the man found himself ruling Billy out as a suspect as well.

It was strange. Two similar cases almost a decade apart and Claudia Henderson was somehow involved in both. It was probably nothing but just to be sure he'd stopped by the Henderson home to talk to her. She was cooking when he knocked on her front door and for a moment she looked scared before a smile quickly crossed her face.

"Oh Jim! Sorry, you just scared the bejeebus out of me. Come in! I was just making some barbecue."

He complied. Walking into the home and stopping in the living room. The officer peered into the kitchen to see her take a boiling pot off the stove. Watching her pull out what looked like barbecued ribs and packing them into a small Tupperware box. She came over, Tupperware in hand, wiping the red sauce off on her apron before speaking.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Ugh, well, just following up on all of my leads. We were wondering if you had any contact with Mr. Hargrove before he disappeared on Friday."

"Hmm...nope. Can't say I did." She spoke with a frown. "I sure do hope you find him. Susan's been worried sick."

"Right well, if you come up with anything, you know my number." The woman nodded before handing him the plastic container in her hands.

"Here! For all your hard work."

"I can't-"

"I insist! I ordered way too much for us to eat, it's not a problem."

"Er, right." Jim tipped his hat to the shorter woman. "See you 'round Claudia."

Later that night, Jim tried the ribs Claudia gave him before throwing them out. A little too fatty for his taste.

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One might wonder what Tippi Hedren, an American actress and the lead in Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds," has to do with the development of nail salons in the United States. Vietnamese refugees became powerful owners wholesale nail supplies for professionals near me of nail salons thanks in large part to the former fashion model and campaigner.

1. Growing the Population After 1975's Fall of Saigon

After Saigon fell in 1975, Hedren started making contributions to the movement. Hedren was a coordinator of foreign relief at Food for the Hungry, where she helped Vietnamese refugees find jobs. Numerous refugees had practically lost everything. For some, losing their entire families was devastating

Hedren is said to have had the inspiration to teach the technique of manicures and pedicures to a group of Vietnamese women while she was working with them on a fateful day and they were admiring her well manicured fingernails.

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2. Hedren's advocacy's offspring

Brigitte "Von" Dan, owner of Mia Nail Spa in Zionsville, gave her profoundly poignant and intimate tale about her life in Vietnam, the path that brought her to the United States, and how she came to build her salon/spa in the Indianapolis suburbs. Dan revealed that he spent his entire childhood in Vietnam. It wasn't that you couldn't 'dream' in [Vietnam], but rather that life is lived on a daily basis. Have I got enough to eat today or tomorrow? Everyone wants to live in America, so I relocated here. Human rights and opportunities are protected in this nation.

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