#just a doodle of Steve being dramatic

[cuepickle]

(he’s not sharing his ice cream)

[fuctacles]

Eddie Munson Collectible

For @subeddieweek Day 4 | T | 1115 | transfem Steve, playing dress up, fluff, established relationship, Eddie in a dress :3 and I've included a lil doodle | Ao3 Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Ao3

"What are you doing?"

Eddie jumps a foot in the air at the sudden intrusion, grasping at his chest. 

"Fuck!" he yelps, eyes bulging at his girlfriend, who suddenly appeared at the doorframe, leaning casually against it and observing his antics. 

It's not like she was being stealthy, and his music wasn't turned up that loud either. He was just too preoccupied with whatever he was doing to notice her coming back home.

And that thing seemed to be trying on Stephanie's dresses. 

"You scared the shit out of me. Do you want me to die?" he wheezes. But she doesn't care about his heart right now. What she cares about are his hairy shins sticking out from her yellow summer dress. 

"Were you playing dress up without me?" she asks, raising her eyebrow. 

Eddie gulps, grabbing the flowy fabric absentmindedly. 

"Uh, yeah? I was kinda curious how it feels."

Stevie is silent for too long, but when he looks up, all he sees is her glowing smile. 

"Well, why didn't you say so?" she asks cheerfully.

She steps into their bedroom and opens their wardrobe wider. She hums and ahhs until she finds the thing she's looking for, pulling it from between the flowing fabric. 

"I got this one because it reminded me of you. It's not really my style, you know."

It wasn't and he thought as well when he first saw it but you don't question your girlfriend's wardrobe choices, especially when it took her so long to get comfortable in dresses. Stephanie preferred flowy, girly clothes with puffs, lace, and gathered fabric. This was a black, off-shoulder bodycon with flowy, Stevie Nicks-type sleeves.

"Well?"

Eddie looks in the mirror, where he's drowning in the sheer volume of Stevie's puffy sleeves, and the sunny yellow fabric clashes with his pale skin. He nods.

"Okay, let's do it."

Stevie's grin is so wide he's afraid for the well-being of her cheeks. (He'd kiss them better if needed, of course.) She hovers over him, impatiently helping him unzip the dress he has on so he can change. 

"You weren't so excited the first time we had sex," he murmurs under his breath, muffled by the fabric he's pulling over his head. She hears it though, and slaps his arm, almost making him lose his balance due to his immobilized state. 

"I've had sex before, but never saw the man I love wear something so pretty for me."

Eddie blushes instantly, reaching for the dress held up for him. They've said the L-word before but it overwhelmed him a little bit every time. He felt like he'd never be over the fact he was dating such a beautiful girl. So bitchy, sporty, and yet interested in his hobbies. 

He was the happiest man alive, so what was letting her play with him like he was a doll? She didn't have it in her childhood so Eddie would be happy to provide now.

The fabric has a lot of give, so he doesn't feel trapped in it despite what his reflection suggests. More like snugly wrapped. It's short, pulling up above his knees, and the line of his collarbones looks extra bony when displayed like that. His shoulders aren't very wide, but the contrast of his pale skin to the skin-tight blackness makes them pop out more. And the sleeves...

He can't contain his glee and starts flapping them before Stevie has the chance to fully zip him up. They are long and flowy and fun.

"It's like my ren faire shirt," he says, spreading his arms to see the full extent of the fabric. "Heh, I feel like a bat." He grins up at his girlfriend and finds her eyes sparkling with joy too.

"You look like a princess," she offers instead. He seems appalled at the comparison.

"But you're the princess," he points out with a pout. His arms never stop moving the fabric. 

"Nuh-uh." Stevie shakes her head. "I'm a queen."

Eddie huffs, putting his hands on his hips dramatically. 

"You know these are two different titles. It's not hierarchised."

Stevie rolls her eyes. 

"What's the rule, baby?" she asks, eyebrows raised. Eddie sighs.

"No nerd talk in the bedroom unless we're role-playing," he recites.

"Correct. Now be a good doll and spin," she instructs, making a circling motion with her finger. Eddie does so, the sleeves swooshing around him. "You look so hot," she says with a groan. 

Eddie stops to eye himself in the mirror. He should probably take off the socks he was still wearing, they weren't a fitting addition to a dress. 

"I should lose the socks," he says out loud, looking for confirmation. 

"Sit down," Stevie instructs immediately. He takes a couple of steps back to sit on the edge of the bed and she kneels in front of him to pull off his socks for him. She kisses his bony knees while she's there. "You're so pretty," she says, looking up at him. "And all mine to play with."

Eddie's heart thuds harder at the double meaning. He pushes her face away, groaning.

"Stooop!" 

She giggles, falling back to lean on her hands. Her loving gaze is still on him.

"Can I? Please."

Eddie huffs.

"Of course you can." What a silly question.

He'd never deny her anything. So he lets her sit behind him and brush his hair back, style it up to uncover his neck, and frame his face. Lets her swap his hoop earrings for a pair of dangling roses and put lipgloss on his lips. All the time he's facing the mirror, watching himself being pampered with care and love.

Once she's done, Stevie wraps her arms around him and leans over his shoulder to face the mirror as well.

"My pretty metal doll. Collector's edition."

Eddie snorts. 

"Don't laugh. This shit is priceless," she scolds.

"I should have never told you about collectible figurines," he sighs.

"Too late. Now I'm hooked."

She put her fingers under his chin to guide him into a kiss. It's a soft caress at first, but soon he gives in, leaning into her warm chest to get consumed. He sucks on her tongue like it's the only thing keeping him alive and sighs into her mouth when her hands wander, giving extra attention to his exposed collarbones and thighs. She leaves a trail of goosebumps on the insides of his thighs and he knows the tight dress will hide nothing.

Stevie squeezes his sides before parting, giving his lips one last lick, and finds him in a daze, eyes blown and under her spell. The prettiest doll to play with.

"How do you feel about wearing heels?"

[peachyjinx]

On the Edge- Ch 1- Pent Up

Word count: 2300

Summary: You're having trouble bringing yourself to orgasm, and and being around Loki isn't helping...

Day 7

You huffed in annoyance, the sheen of sweat dripping down your forehead onto the pillow. You had been trying to orgasm for over an hour now, but it was elusive. You've never had problems with this before, and especially not recently. 

For the last couple of months, all it took was 15 minutes thinking about Loki while you pleasured yourself and you were tumbling into ecstasy. Tonight you had thought about a joke he had made at Tony’s expense. The way he said it with a wry smile and a wink he shot you in front of everyone made your cheeks burn. He always lit you on fire, either when you were around him or in the privacy of your own bed. But tonight, for some reason, you just couldn't come. 

Your mind continued to dwell on Loki as you gave up on your missing orgasm and walked to your bathroom, running the shower, and thinking about your unsated lust. He had been with the Avengers over a year longer than you, but he still didn’t quite fit in. His sharp wit with his backhanded compliments to the others made you blush. His devious eyes would flash to yours, and sometimes you felt like he was showing off just for you. Recently, you found that you couldn’t contain yourself around him and began to flirt back.

But then you reminded yourself that Loki flirted with everyone. You'd even seen him jokingly make a pass at Steve, much to Steve’s horror. Steve immediately turned beet red and left the room, with Loki left cackling behind him while you tried to contain your own laughter in front of the others. 

Your mind drifts more as you wash yourself absentmindedly. Not just to his mischievous nature, but to his body…that tall, strong build with a swagger that was unmatched by any human you knew and made you weak in the knees. Those intense blue eyes that always seem to be hiding his true thoughts. That sharp jawline that made you want to walk up to him and bite it while you twisted your fingers in his hair…

Okay, that's enough. No more thinking about Loki tonight. 

You finish your shower and climb back into bed, with fresh soft pajamas cooling your skin. 

Maybe I'm just tired. I just got home from a mission, and my body just isn't ready. 

Your mind wanders to the last time you masturbated. When did you come last? A week ago.

It’ll be fine, I’m just tired, you assure yourself. 

You roll over and turn on your tv in your bedroom as you drift off to sleep.

~~~~~~

You slowly followed Nat into the conference room for the post mission meeting, the members of your team grumbling at the audacity of Steve’s 6 am assembly. 

Your eyes casually glanced around the room and landed on Loki. He looked as bored as he always does in these meetings. He thinks they are a waste of time, and makes no attempt to hide his disdain. 

What was it he said that one time? 

“The trials of battle are meant to be discussed over a feast and surrounded by loose companions, not in a hideous board room with poor quality breakfast foods!,” Loki spat at Steve at one particularly boring recap meeting as he dramatically left the room. 

You grin to yourself as you doodle in your notes, trying not to look up at the other attendees sitting down- Nat, Clint, and Loki. 

It was extra hard to avoid looking at Loki this morning, he had his hair in a loose bun, with little wisps of black tendrils framing his face. He dressed in his casual Earth clothes, which still managed to make you feel underdressed around him. His clothes were always the best that money can buy, and perfectly tailored to his form. Even though he's supposed to “blend in” on Earth, he still looked every bit the rich Prince from another world that he is. 

You zoned out as you watched Steve talk in the front of the room, not thinking about anything in particular. 

“...we obtained the data we needed, so kudos to everyone on the team,” Steve congratulated his exhausted audience with a professional smile. 

“But it’s important that even though we came out unscathed, our mission wasn’t without its flaws. I’m of course speaking about the incident at the bar,” Steve continued in a casual, but firm tone. 

All eyes look to Loki, who's staring at the ceiling. Sensing the room’s focus on him, he lowers his jaw down and his blue eyes scan the faces of those around the table with a sly grin.

“Just say what’s on your mind, Captain”, Loki feigns annoyance, though you could tell he was enjoying the attention. 

“We almost didn’t get the information we needed because you were obviously distracted. Do I need to read all of my notes?,” Steve shot back, trying to maintain his casual demeanor. 

“Did we get the information or not?” Loki nonchalantly replied to Steve, looking around the table to discern what his teammates thought.

“If it weren’t for Nat and Clint’s quick thinking, you could’ve compromised everything!”, Steve raised his voice, gesturing with the file in his hand. 

“It was just a bit of fun,” Loki smiled to himself, raising his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. 

“Loki, you started hitting on some random woman in the bar! If Nat and I hadn’t intervened, we could’ve gotten the attention of the Hydra agents in there! Hell, she could’ve been one!”, Clint glared at Loki from across the table. He never hid his dislike for the God, but it didn’t bother Loki. 

“Well I think your missions- and your team- are incredibly dull. You need to liven things up,” Loki mocked, sitting straighter in his chair now, his devious grin looking for someone to challenge him.

You didn’t speak up. It had been hard enough watching Loki woo a gorgeous woman at the bar, his hands trailing her back while she giggled and played with her cocktail straw. He had laid it on thick, you vividly remembered the way he leaned in close to her while whispering in her ear… 

Your attention snapped back to the meeting and watching your teammates argue. When these guys fought, it was best to just stay out of it. 

“Loki, you nearly started a bar fight when her boyfriend came back!”, Nat was now raising her voice, glaring at him with Clint. 

“You asked the God of Chaos to join your team- what did you expect?! It’s in my nature!,” he smiled and his attention turned to you. 

“And what do you think?”, Loki shifted, leaning forward to look at you with his hands clasped on the desk. You felt heat on your cheeks as he inquisitively looked at you. It felt like his beautiful eyes pierced into your soul, his complete focus on you feeling like too much and not enough at the same time. You looked up at Steve, hoping to stay neutral even though you weren’t.  

“Well, I think it was a dick move by Loki. But he's right, what do you guys expect? And we got the facility location and completed the reconnaissance successfully. So what does it matter that he almost started shit? He probably would have fixed it with his magic anyways…”, you trailed off, looking between Steve and Loki. 

A smug smile spreads across Loki’s face as he raised his hands expressively.

“See?? I was merely playing and at no time was the mission in threat of failing!,” he proudly declared as if your comment cleared the matter up. 

“Loki. I need you to reign it in. I know you’re bored, and this is nothing like your Asgard missions, but you’re here with us now. You need to tone it down- lives could’ve been endangered,” Steve warned, not budging.

Loki stood up, showing he was once again done with another mission recap meeting (or with Steve telling him what to do). 

“Ah yes, but of course, Captain. I will make sure to take your commands into consideration in the future. Thank you for the support, Darling,” he shot you a devilish smile and a wink before stepping out of the room. Your body flushed with heat as you tried not to look at your teammates. 

He had you good.

~~~~~~

Day 10

You screamed out in frustration at another failed attempt, slamming your fists on the bed next to you. You panted heavily, concern seeping into your mind. 

What the hell is wrong with me? Is it mental? Is it physical? 

You sat up and looked around at the toys scattered across the bed. Clit stimulators, vibrators, your favorite dildo- you had tried it all, and nothing. You took a deep breath and reassured yourself. 

No, it’s never been a problem before. I just need to wait it out some more. 

You opened up the calendar on your phone, thinking back to the last time you came. You had been thinking about Loki railing you, of course. You marked the last day you had an orgasm and sighed. Hopefully this is over soon.  

You looked out the window to see the daylight shining in, and decided the best way to move past your problem is to pretend it wasn’t a problem. And since you had no Avengers things going on, you could actually relax and take in some sights of the city and explore as you wanted.

You threw on a t- shirt and jeans and ventured out into the bustling city. As soon as your feet hit the pavement, you felt better. You decided to treat yourself with your favorite coffee shop, getting a flavored coffee and a couple chocolate croissants. 

The spring air swirled around you as you entered Central Park with your snack, the faint smell of flowers blooming improving your mood already. This is just what you needed- some nature to ground you. You wouldn’t be surprised if this would be over after today. 

You found the perfect bench across from Belvedere castle and sat down, taking in a deep breath and sighing as you appreciated your view. Everything else was going great, you really needed this moment to think about all that you do have, not what you don’t. 

“Mind if I join you?”

Shit. You know that voice. 

You looked up from your pastry to see Loki taking a seat next to you. Wearing a dark green fitted sweater with his tight black dress slacks, he looked as polished as ever. As he sat, his legs sprawled out a bit, to where your knees were almost touching. You told yourself to remain calm and not think about how sexy he looks. 

“Not at all,” you shrugged, trying to remain as casual as possible. 

“It’s quite lovely in this spot, I must say,” Loki stretched his arms along the back of the bench, and you felt your heart flutter at his closeness. 

“Yea it’s not all bad here on “Midgard”,” you joked, making him smirk. It made your stomach flip.

The two of you sat in silence, and if you had been in a relationship, this would be incredibly romantic. The cherry blossoms were blooming and there were flower petals in the air- it was just perfect. You tried to think of something to talk to him about that wasn’t work- you were rarely alone with him outside of the tower or on a mission. Loki shifted and his knee touched yours, and you stifled a moan and felt your body go tense. 

 “Does the castle remind you of home?,” you asked with a friendly tone, trying to keep things light and prevent your mind from obsessing about the fact that the two of you were casually touching one another. You’re not going to let him get to you. 

“A bit. If it were nicer, perhaps,” he grinned down at you and you took another bite, while acting engrossed in a family that was strolling by. 

“What’s that you’re eating?,” he asked, his tone still relaxed, as if it was normal for him to sit so close to you, alone, in a romantic setting. Your conversation was friendly and innocent enough, but you could feel the heat rising in you, and you fought to ignore it as you chewed. 

“A chocolate croissant from Lulu’s. They get the lamination perfect, they’re so buttery and they use the best chocolate- would you like a bite?,” you excitedly offered him.  

“I’ve been around for more than a thousand years, I have eaten foods and drank spirits so divine that you couldn’t imagine. I doubt it could compare,” Loki looked down at you play mockingly, with a sparkle of mischief in his eye. 

You rolled your eyes at him, “Alright, fine, your loss.” You took another bite, thankful you had another croissant to stress eat when you got back to the tower. 

You could feel Loki’s eyes still on you, when he reached his hand out and cupped your chin to look up at him. Loki slowly brought his thumb up to your cheek, gently wiping a stray crumb at the corner of your mouth. His eyes studied you now, intensely. 

“…though there are some things on Earth that still surprise me,” Loki smiled affectionately at you. 

You swallowed your bite and looked into his eyes, dazzling a blue as bright as the sky, sucking you into his world. You wanted to stare into those eyes for eternity. You felt your face get hot and your core ached, reminding you of what you needed so desperately. You resisted the urge to clench your thighs, afraid he would notice. 

“Alright, let me have a bite,” he unceremoniously demanded as if you weren’t just having a moment. 

You moved your hand towards his mouth and he took a bite from the croissant, a thoughtful look on his face as he savored it. You watched him slowly chew and you tried not to be in awe of the God, and the fact that he wanted you to share something with him. 

“Not bad, ” he raised his eyebrows and smiled at you, setting his large hand gently on your knee.  

You will never recover from this.

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Chapter 2: Stormy Weather

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[lunaroserites]

Art and Ice - Doodle

Pairing: Eventual Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Loki, Bucky, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, a lot of the avengers cast is mentioned.

Summery: MC asks Bucky to be her focus on her project.

This might a 2 or 3 parter (it's gonna be more because cannot help myself). College AU, our boy Bucky is on the hockey team, and reader is an art major (because I love that trope and couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Friends fluff, swearing, mentions of college students being college students. Bit of friendly harmless flirting between friends. Bucky is a playboy. Fighting.

Word Court: 2770

Likes, reblogs, comments are appreciated!

Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, without my express permission, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3

Catch up here: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 ❤️

“You think I can just say fuck it and drop out?” The words tumbled out of your mouth quickly as you walked with Nat toward the arena. Practice was in the afternoon today because there was a game tonight. According to Nat our rival team would be here later to do some warm up before the game tonight. 

“Seriously?” She raised a manicured brow at you. 

“Maybe Pietro was right. I should be a drama major,” you whispered, mostly to yourself. You knew you were being over dramatic about the ordeal, but Barnes was an egotistical jerk and he was going to make this project hell. Was that a pessimistic take on it? Maybe. Were you wrong? Probably not. 

You pulled your school hoodie tighter, winter's grasp was holding on tight this year. The wind nipped at your nose and cheeks as you both made your way into the arena. Once inside the main doors heat blasted at you, you rubbed your arms with your hands and looked at Nat who was doing the same. 

“You are dramatic. But it’s gonna be fine,” her confidence almost made you believe her. Originally you were just going to wait and ask him outside the arena, in hopes maybe his cocky, surefire attitude would be on the back burner. But Nat said practice was amping up now as the season drew closer to playoffs and the team would be traveling a lot more. Nat led us to our seats next to the bench, another woman was sitting there already. 

“Peggy!” Nat said cheerfully, as she sat down next to her. 

“Natasha!” she said cheerfully back. “Who’s this?” She smiled at you. You waved and introduced yourself.

“Oh you’re the one doing the art project? Steve mentioned it,” she asked. 

You nodded, “news travels fast?” you laugh a little weirded out how she already knew. 

“Hockey players gossip worse than fishermen wives in the locker room...”

“And out of it,” Nat added with a laugh, Peggy chuckled as well.

 “And Barnes can’t shut up about the fact you drew him,” Peggy said with an eyeroll. Right, you thought. Peggy probably spent a decent time around him, since Steve and him were best friends, from your understanding it was rare to see one without the other. 

“I’m not surprised,” you chuckled, looking down at your sketchpad. The night before you stayed up and watched videos of Barnes’ best plays and a couple of his interviews. There were some very detailed pictures of his face there. You quickly turned to a black page so Nat wouldn’t see it and poke fun. When you found a muse, it was hard for you to focus on anything but it. You could feel the hole you were digging getting bigger and bigger. 

“Fuck,” you glared at Barnes as he slammed into the glass in front of you, startling you. He had his helmet lifted and he was giving you a bright and flirty smile. You raised an eyebrow at him and shook your head, uninterested in his antics. He slipped his helmet down and pushed back, skating backwards, he moved so fluidly, you couldn’t help but pay attention. 

“Oi! Barnes. Pay attention,” someone snapped, you looked towards the voice and stared for a moment. 

“Coach Fury,” Nat said to you, “the only person that can get Barnes to pay attention besides Steve,” she finished. You nodded before looking back at the players. Your eyes were drawn to a smaller player, he wore a 12 on his back, Stark. He had been in one of your business classes you took in your second semester. He was an interesting guy, cocky and arrogant, he also came from money. His father was the owner of Stark Industries. He was speeding up and down the ice with ease. 

“12, he's fast,” you murmured to Nat, who nodded.

“He broke a record last year, his size makes it easier for him to zoom around,” Nat answered as she looked down at my paper, “Barnes really has your eye doesn’t he, this is like the Hela thing all over again,” she chuckled.  

“Yeah,” you blushed deeply and looked back down at your paper. You really wished one of the other teammates caught your attention, if Clint did this would be much simpler. But of of course the school hot shot had to be one to catch your eye.

“Hey,” Nat lifted your chin and made you look at her. “It’s fine, muses come and go. That’s how art is,” she smiled, that was one thing you loved about Nat, she never questioned or made fun of your muses or how ridiculous an idea you had was when it came to your art. She would poke fun, and make silly jokes, but nothing harmful. Just good natured fun. Her support was unwavering and true. 

Nat was a dancer, she was studying dance and dance theory. That’s how you two met, you accidently stumbled into one of the dance studios after hours instead of the art room. She was there practicing, and made small talk with you. You ended up just sitting on the dance room floor and working on your project talking with her as she practiced. 

“You know what’s funny, I didn’t think about dance for this project,” you chuckled after you relaxed a little. Nat’s face broke into a wide smile. 

“It would be the same as Pietro and the track team, but at least we look cute in our dance attire,” she mused lightly. You laughed loudly at her comment. 

“You really hate those track uniforms,” you shook your head as you chuckled some more. Clint zipped passed a moment later and Nat‘s eye followed him like a magnet. “Goodness, you’re so in love, it’s sickening,” you mused, she pushed your shoulder playfully. 

“How long have you two known one another?” Peggy asked. 

“Since first semester,” you answered her with a smile. 

“You guys are such good friends, I would have expected childhood bestfriends,” Peggy said, as she smiled at Steve who skated by. 

“We just clicked,” you shrugged, returning to your sketchpad. 

Practice drew to a close a little while later and you followed behind Nat and Peggy as they made their way back toward the locker room. There were a few girls, including Pepper Potts, Starks on again/off again girlfriend. Every other week Nat would be talking about it. The girl Bucky had on his arm last time was missing from the group of girls waiting for the players to leave the locker room. First out was Clint, and he made a beeline for Nat, instantly pulling her into a hug and pressing his nose into her neck, she squealed a little as his cold nose made contact with her skin.

Peggy excused herself to go wait by the door for Steve who emerged with Barnes a moment later. She whispered something in Steve’s ear and pointed over at you with a smile. Steve nodded and waved with a small smile of his own. Barnes followed his gaze and instantly he perked up when he noticed you. He swaggered toward you, past the gaggle of girls waiting to try and get his attention, you noticed a couple of them glare in your direction. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, sketch book tucked against your side. You looked up at him as he came up to you making a complete stop a foot in front of you. He really didn’t care about personal space, you took one step back so you didn't have to crane your neck as much to look him in the face.

“And what do I owe the pleasure today Doodle,” you cocked an eyebrow at the nickname, and squinted slightly. The nickname didn’t make you scrunch your nose or want to gag so it wasn’t the worst. You sighed heavily and danced on the balls of your feet for a moment. He just stared, watching you intently, a dumb cocky smirk plastered on his face. 

“Would you let me draw you for my art project?” You asked, you wished the weight bearing down on your shoulders lifted but it didn’t. You dreaded the thought of spending more time with this menace of a man. His lip twitched further upward and showed some of his perfect white teeth. 

“Ah Doodle, I thought you'd never ask,” he ruffled your hair with one of his big hands. You groaned and moved your head from him and tried to fix your hair. 

“Don’t touch me, please,” you said sternly. “I just need permission to draw you and use your likeness.” 

“Ah don’t be like that,” he moved forward and you stepped backwards and to the right, dodging him. He huffed in annoyance and you stared at him with your arms crossed again and slight scowl. “Will you be at the game tonight?” He asked, finally standing upright, his own arms crossed across his broad chest. 

“Seats are sold out besides the reserved seats for team partners,” you stated, “so no not tonight.”  

“There's always a seat reserved for my girl, you can have that one,” he stated matter of factly. 

“I’m not your girl,” you said back firmly. “This whole thing is for my art project,” you moved your hand jestering to both of you, “it ends once my project is done.” 

You couldn’t quite place the look on his face after you said that, but you could pick up the small look of challenge in his eyes. It seemed he was making this game, like he was contemplating how long it would be before you would cave and give him what he wanted. Another notch in his bed post. From what you could tell based on his body language alone he was not used to being rejected. Women usually flaunted over him and fell in his lap, all he had to do was choose who he wanted at that moment. Your determination to not be one of those girls was considered a challenge to him, met head on with stubborn determination to break you down and get what he wanted in the end. That made your stomach twist at the thought, he only wanted to do this to sleep with you, have some fun and then dump you off on Loki’s lap heart broken. 

You shook your head, lost in your own thoughts. Barnes was still looking at you, a contemplative look on his face. He had his chin in his hand as he rubbed it, “this will be fun, see you tonight Doodle.” You glared at him as he walked away, twirling his keys around his finger. 

“Jerk,” you said softly to yourself before you made your way over to Nat and Clint. 

“Well that went better than I expected,” Nat said quietly as the three of you left the rink until you had to be back later. 

A sleek black car was parked at the curb, you waved goodbye to Nat and Clint as you ran over to the car and slid into the passenger seat, you rolled the window down and shouted “goodbye! See you later,” Nat waved and they continued walking. 

“Hey Loki!” You said cheerfully. 

“Hello darling, I take it asking Barnes went well?” He asked as he put the car in drive and pulled out from the curb. 

“It went alright. The cocky bastard,” you clipped your belt in place and turned your head to look at Loki fully. “He’s already flirting with me,” you shook your head in annoyance. 

“At least he has good taste darling,” Loki said sweetly as we sped down the freeway into town to have an early dinner.

“Have fun darling,” Loki shouted out the open window of the car as he dropped you off at the arena. You turned back and gave him an unamused smile and flipped him off. 

“Yeah, fuck you,” you said with a slight laugh and turned away, waving, “love you dork,” you said over your shoulder. Nat was waiting just inside the arena for you and led you to your seats. 

“So one of the perks of dating hockey players? Free seats?” You mused sitting down next to her, the arena was still pretty empty as the game didn’t start for 45 minutes. 

“One of them,” she chuckled. Warm ups started and Clint stopped for a moment in front of us and lifted his helmet.

“Hey girls,” he said with a smile before darting off to warm up. 

“Looks like Barnes just noticed us,” Nat said as he skated over. 

“He had me clocked from the parking lot,” you grumbled. Nat laughed loudly and placed her hand on your shoulder wiping a tear from her eye. 

“You’re not wrong,” she said between giggles. Barnes skated forward and came to stop sending glittering flecks of shaved ice toward the glass. 

“Nat, Doodle, how's my new favourite girl?” He asked with a cocky smile. You rolled your eyes, and placed your cheek on your hand as you looked at him with a deadpan expression, Nat smirked next to you. You watched as Barnes ran his tongue over his teeth, he then winked and skated off to join warm ups. 

“Do the woman he dates actually like that attitude?” You mused absently as you doodled on the open page of your sketchbook. Nat shrugged.

“Honestly, they’re probably more interested in his looks, and don’t care about anything else. That or the potential paycheck he’ll be earning if they can tie him down long enough,” She said softly. Your gut twisted uncomfortably at that, and you grimaced. Sure the guy was an arrogant prick, but he deserved better than that. Nat noticed your facial expression and nodded. “It’s not really fair, there's moments when he’s more than the arrogant show off, he’s pretty sweet. I think he’s just gotten used to hiding it; he doesn't bother being anything else.” 

“Be what they expect of you and no one will question it,” you hummed. You mindless doodles turned into a simple sketch of his face. You admired the sharpness of his jaw, his mouth set in a soft line that was slightly upturned.  

The game started, and you were too focused on watching Barnes skate to really watch the game. Not that you really understood the sport enough to really understand what was happening in front of you. First intermission passed and they were half through the second period when a black punk landed on your sketch pad. It startled you and your head shot up and you meant Barnes eyes. Nat was giggling next to you as you picked the offending puck up and handed it to the kid sitting behind you, who happened to be wearing a Barnes jersey. The kids day was made and Barnes’ narrowed his eyes at you. You smirked back in return and went back to drawing. 

The crowd erupted in loud chants as Barnes scored with less than a second left in the third period, winning the game for your college. You watched as Barnes skated around celebrating his goal only for the captain of the other team to get up in his face. You tensed up as you watched the guy push Barnes shoulders and then grab his protective gear getting in his face. 

So the rest of the team came to investigate and there was an all out brawl on the ice right in front of you. You stood up and looked down. Barnes was on top of the captain, his fist raised and he was breathing heavily. 

“Bucky,” his name left your lips before you could stop it and he had to have heard you because his face tilted in your direction for a fraction of a second and the captain took that as an opportunity to flip Barnes over and bring a hard fist down on the bridge of his nose. You shrieked as blood gushed out of Barnes’ nose. Nat was standing next to you as you both watched in horror. 

You turned your head and saw your college coach hopping the bench and helping refs break it up. Steve hauled the other team's captain off his best friend and shoved him into the arms of other teammates who pulled him further away. Steve helped Barnes up and took his face in his hands, Barnes just gave him a dopey smile. His gaze turned to you for a moment and he smiled a bigger smile.  You looked at him with wide eyes and your mouth agape, horrified. 

The captain of the other team didn’t look like he fared much better. He was bloody and his eye was swelling shut with each passing second. Coach Fury looked pissed, and was stalking over to the other teams coach for a few words, a ref following close behind.

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[writingwitharlo]

Mystery

a/n: will admit i’m not in my peak era atm, whether in writing not mentally so please enjoy this tiny crumb i have provided (also tagging @nhasablogg for funsies)

(Stranger Things; Steve/Eddie)

983 words

Nothing in his life could have prepared Steve for the amount of discoveries he was still going to make, even after officially asking Eddie to be his boyfriend. Or did Eddie ask Steve? Neither of them could remember that well, and regardless, it didn’t matter. 

The only thing that did matter right in that moment, was that Steve was trying to get to sleep and Eddie had been hindering that very thing for almost the past two hours. 

“Eds?”

“Hm? Oh. I thought you were asleep.”

Steve let out a groan and propped himself onto his elbows so he could glare at the one sprawled out beside him. 

The Harringtons had left Hawkins on a ‘business trip’, which meant that Steve’s house was going to be empty for a few days. It also meant that any sleepovers were being moved from the Munson trailer and Eddie's cramped twin bed to Steve’s luxurious queen. 

Perhaps it was the fact that Steve’s mattress was softer and less lumpy, or this neighbourhood always fell eerily quiet at night, or the missing hum of a nearby fridge. Or that Steve didn’t allow Eddie to smoke in the house under any circumstances. Whatever it was, Eddie always had a hard time winding down. 

Once he was asleep, he slept like a baby. It was just getting him to be still enough to get to that point. 

“I would be asleep if you stopped moving every ten seconds.” Steve wanted to be annoyed but when he looked at Eddie, all of it melted away. Those dark deer eyes stared at him all innocently, headphones pushing back tousled hair and a collection of doodles filling some scrap paper. Clearly Eddie had been trying to occupy himself.

Steve shook his head with a defeated little sigh before dropping his head to Eddie’s shoulder. “You’re a menace. What’re we gonna do with you, hm?” Soft lips met warm skin just where the cut-off sleeve revealed Eddie’s shoulder. 

“Do with me? How about we start on the things you could do to me?” The smugness of his grin made it all the way to Eddie’s voice.

Steve laughed, shoulders shaking briefly as he lifted his head again. “Oh, yeah? Anything among that list that would tucker you out, perhaps? Cause that’s what we really need right now.” 

Eddie just smirked, propping a hand behind his head once he had set his headphones aside. “Oh, most certainly.”

There was an expectant pause. “Okay… You’re not gonna tell me then?” Steve’s eyebrows rose slowly.

“Hm, I don’t think I will. Have to keep the mystery alive somehow after all these years, don’t I, Stevie-boy?”

Steve rolled his eyes, mainly to distract from the way his cheeks heated up whenever Eddie called him anything but his name. “Always so dramatic,” he muttered mostly to himself, placing a couple precise pinches near the other’s hip. 

Immediately, Eddie’s arm shot down again with an audible gasp, hand catching Steve’s but it was too late. A full attack was already under way and nothing was going to stop it.

Steve ended up laughing along as Eddie writhed beneath him, and relished in the yelps and protests that came from vibrating digits between his ribs. “Was this anywhere on your list?” he asked, a playful glisten on his face. “Cause if not, it definitely should be.”

Eddie just let out a string of insults as a reply before being interrupted by his own shrieking laughter again. It wasn’t until a little later, a gentle claw fluttering over his belly and Steve’s face buried against his neck, that Eddie’s resolve seemed to run out.

The prickling of Steve’s light stubble against his sensitive neck had Eddie in a giggling fit, forcing him to breathe a little heavier. Until, out of nowhere, a desperate moan escaped. 

Steve froze and time stopped. As Steve slowly lifted his head, Eddie was staring quite forcibly up at the ceiling. His face was almost emitting light, it was burning so much and out of the corner of his eye, Eddie could see how Steve was tilting his head to the side in question.

“Please don’t tell me you heard that,” Eddie got out, voice barely over a whisper as he squeezed his eyes shut. Unfortunately that also meant he missed how the look of Steve’s face changed from one of delight to curiosity to pure mischief.

“Oh, but I did,” Steve replied in a low rumble. A smirk already tugged on the corner of his mouth when Eddie’s reaction was simply to whimper. “So, was it the neck or the belly?”

Eddie groaned loudly, slapping both hands over his face to hide the growing burn before giving a muffled reply.

“Huh? I didn’t quite catch that.” Steve’s fingers twitched ever so slightly, which had still been resting against Eddie’s stomach. Lightning fast, Eddie’s hands came crashing down to grip onto Steve’s. “Both! I said ‘both’, you dick!”

Steve laughed, a full toothy grin on his face. “That’s what I thought you said.” They grappled with each other’s hands for a bit until Steve put an end to it by pinning them above Eddie’s head. “Ready?”

There was something incredibly flustering about having Steve practically inches from his face, fully excited to explore this new facet of Eddie’s many quirks without any judgment or hesitation. 

After almost an hour of exploration, they’d discovered that it wasn’t only those two specific spots that could draw out such a reaction from Eddie. Also, Steve found himself getting almost equally as excited on his end. But most importantly, they were both tuckered out by the end of that hour.

As they curled into each other, both with still a hint of a smile on their faces and a glowing warmth coming from their chests, Steve had only one single thought: Turns out, Eddie was the mystery keeping them both alive. 

[florallylly]

side a: eddie munson

side a

side b side b: steve harrington

explanation post

just going to go straight to my very very stream of consciousness commentary about each song but i want to clarify that i'm an eddie munson is dirty and gross truther and also i hate that rat man (endearing). so yes it might play into some of my thoughts

some songs are kind of vibe-y and you can tell when my explanations start getting contrived and bad but bear with me. i DO have some specific keystone songs idc KEYSTONE i love the word ok anyway

“I” Black Sabbath; eddie munson you are a LOSER with OPINIONS we get it. like yes you are so persecuted by everyone sure you’re going to prove us all wrong 

“Heaven and Hell” Black Sabbath; tbh added to match with heaven/hell in the other playlist, but somehow it’s kind of giving munson doctrine to me. literally googled and supposedly it’s about like band kids (??) but i think just like “the world is full of kings and queens/who blind your eyes and steal your dreams” i can literally hear eddie munson quoting it

“Fade to Black” Metallica; UGH why are there so many long periods of silence at the beginning and end of these songs. but just adding to the eddie munson i’m so outcast bad boy drug dealer thing and like. had to have metallica

“I Don’t Wanna Be Me” Type O Negative; idk if anyone can tell that i think eddie is a big dramatic loser who thinks he’s the main character (endearing?) like I AM RIGHT… 

“skins” The Haunting; okay this song is saur…. like normal people scare me i’m such a freak coded

“Nosferatu” Blue Oyster Cult; a nod to Eddie Munson being a BIG LOSER NERD. ugh whatever honestly parallels a lot of kas theory fic imo, like innocent maiden steve offering his blood to vampire eddie … why have i read it several times over. in my head, this is like. eddie munson having a dirty dirty loser fantasy about king steve 

“Teenage Dirtbag” Wheatus; need I say more………. 

“The Sun Always Shines on T.V.” a-ha; yeah… YEAH. it’s a steve song on here. i like tried to do this thing where on each playlist there are keystone songs and this is one of them. like, the song that’s in the other’s genre is the moment they fall in love even if they don’t realize it yet. but re: the song like it’s so eddie having this realization that when he was picturing king steve, he only saw him through snapshots and now that he’s live and an actual tangible human it’s different. like  LIKE

“18” Anarbor; tbh i am trying so hard to add some of these songs bc they are so quintessential to me and my connection of music to fandom, BUT IDK…. ITS HARD…. but yeah it’s very steve harrington would never really want to be with me, i’m such a bad boy. okay….  

“Poison” Alice Cooper; eddie munson ur horny . eddie munson we’re sworn enemies like ur a jock and i’m a nerd and like could i light my cigarette with ur cock please please 

“Falling In Love” Scorpions; “falling in love, it happens to me every day” okay eddie munson i did NOT see u doodling hearts around steve’s name in the fourth grade

“Around the Fur” Deftones; i do not know why but for some reason feeling like steve still hanging around his old crowd, and eddie getting all weird about it. IDK !! does it not just feel so eddie munson

“Closet” Fleshwater; an interlude-y song here kind of an angsty moment for eddie 

“I Was Made For Loving You” KISS; SECOND KEYSTONE SONG…. this song signals the first time they sleep together. i am so sorry eddie munson but this music actually DOES give me migraines but i tried very hard  

“Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)” Deftones; eddie’s dreams about leaving hawkins and becoming famous. just in general his wishes to be somewhere he’s wanted and where he belongs. idk i feel like it’s eddie talking about all of these grand plans for his future and turning to steve and being like “and what about you?” and steve doesn’t have an answer.

“Covet” Basement; “you are everything/my most demanding dream” like like like eddie munson loving and hating that he’s in love with steve harrington who is hawkins to the bone and seems determined to die there. 

“Ghosts” Scarlet House; in my head this is eddie munson angsting after seeing steve hanging around nancy wheeler or robin buckley depending on when exactly we’re setting this. but it’s very woe is me i’m lost without you. idk it could literally even just be they fought and steve is at the grocery store chilling and eddie munson is literally frothing at the mouth sobbing in his van 

“Saturnine Saturnalia” VV; “there is no end to the hurting/i love you” saturnalia was a roman festival where they indulged in mischief and partying and whatnot. feeling like at this point, even if it’s fake, even if it ends up hurting me, i’ll take whatever i can get kind of feeling. maybe it’s like realizing he won’t be free of hawkins unless he lets go of steve or thinking that he’s just a stop on the way to a white picket fence. and i think that maybe this is the moment when eddie begins to realize how deeply he feels for steve.

“Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want” Deftones; PLEASE LET THE MAN GET WHAT HE WANTS !!! FOR ONCE !!! he is out here every single day dealing drugs PLEASE give him a sexy passenger princess to come with him on deals

“Black Butterflies and Deja Vu” The Maine; ik it’s a jump scare but KEYSTONE SONG…. the moment when they admit they’ve fallen in love. this is their aha moment. their AHA! moment not a-ha… but yeah…. eddie munson finally being like wait i’m in love with steve harrington and idk for how long but i’m in trouble

the future holds IDK ... just this part took me this long so PLEASE spare me i literally wrote this out on my notes app

[harringrove-flip-reverse-it]

Prompt Spotlight: "Leave Me Alone"

Tuesday 28th March - Angst becomes Fluff

The prompt is "leave me alone", the category is angst... But this is Harringrove Flip Reverse It, so it's up to you to turn agonising heartbreak into something sweeter than that gif of the kitten cuddling the teacup piglet.

Maybe Billy is being his usual dramatic self because he's sick, and Steve is the perfect attentive nurse! Maybe Steve has just admitted his deepest feelings for Billy, and now he's feeling embarrassed about it! Maybe they're bonding over Michael Jackson's 1987 hit record!

Feel free to use any of these ideas, or pick one of your own! What do you think - will you be filling the "leave me alone" prompt for Harringrove Flip Reverse It?

More questions? Want to know how to play? Come and read the FAQ so you can join in with Harringrove Flip Reverse It in the last week of March.

(All thanks to the wonderful @ihni for these AMAZING doodles!)

[dazzle-writes]

Thank you!! I'd love a stranger things matchup <3

I'm a straight female and my pronouns are she/her, I'm 20.

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like! I love getting all dressed up.

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do, but I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

Hobbies/likes - I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films of all kinds.

I'll be okay with whatever you want, headcanons or otherwise!! Can it be please angst with a fluff ending? I'd also like the nsfw if you're okay with it!

Thank you very much!! I love your energy, it's adorable!! hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

UWAAA!! I'm so glad you like my energy!!! I am really excited to write this!!

I was originally going to match you up with Eddie but....honestly I could see you two as being related or siblings more than anything!! Straight up twins!

I DEFINITELY match you up with Steve!

Steve is a fellow romantic, so I can totally see you two constantly out-doing each other in big romantic gestures!!!

However, you both met in high school, when Steve was still very much so a Huge Asshole, and occasionally picked on you.

You often huddled in the library, pouring over books and mystery novels like you couldn't breathe without them. You often hid out there instead of in the noisy lunchroom, eagerly reading or even writing your own poetry. You had a small notebook, filled with your favorite poems and small verses you had written, doodles and even notes from your friends. It meant a lot to you, and you carried it with you everywhere.

The perfect target to really get under your skin.

It was Nancy who finally got them to stop, Steve and his little gang having been tossing your notebook back and forth, ripping a page from it each time and tossing them onto the ground.

"Hey, C'mon, give it back! It means a lot to me!!" You said, trying to jump and catch the notebook. Steve and Tommy just laughed and snickered at you, before Steve cracked open the book.

"And to my great love, the daydreams of my mind, I promise thee space in my thoughts forevermore." Steve read out a tiny verse you had written, mockingly waving his hand in the air. "Seriously, what is this shit! You think you're some kind of Hemingway?"

You groaned and picked up the abandoned pages, wincing as he ripped that one out too. He crumpled it up in his hand, and you fought very hard to hide the tears building in your eyes as he continued to destroy your journal.

"You know, you're a special kind of asshole to do this, Harrington!" You said, jumping for the notebook again. Steve tossed it over to Tommy, but it was quickly intercepted by Nancy who had a bitter look on her face. She began chewing Steve out as you took your notebook and ran, unable to find the page with your own poem on it.

You quickly switched to the art room when Steve learned you frequented the library, indulging yourself in painting and sketching instead. You soon found peace with that hobby, letting yourself have a little break from your notebook. This little hobby stuck with you while you graduated and got you through a horrendous job waitressing at a local diner.

Finally, you landed a gig at Scoops Ahoy. Your coworker Robin was a dream to be with, she got your style and your humor. She even convinced you to start a new journal, so you pasted all the old pages from the first one inside, and began writing again. You worst nightmare came true one day, when you saw Steve Harrington walk through the door instead of Robin.

You had half a mind to quit right then and there, and the other half to chew him out for every tease and torture you went through with school.

"You son of a bitch!" You said, the second option having won out. You threateningly waved your scoop in his face, as if you were a lion tamer in a circus. Steve raised his arms in surrender, backing up away from you.

"Hey, hey! Watch where you wave that thing! Easy, Y/N!!!" He said, as you chased him around the tiny ice cream scoop.

"I'll wave this wherever I damn well want! You deserve worse for the number of times you made school living hell!!!" You screamed. He yelped as you swung at him, jumping on top of a freezer and waving his arms out to you.

"Okay, I do! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Y/N!!" Steve said, flinching as you wielded your mighty ice cream scoop.

"Yeah you better be-What? What did you say?" You asked, staring at him incredulously. You both were breathing heavy, adrenaline and anger flooding your veins. Steve merely gulped and slid off the freezer, still holding his hands out to you.

"I.....I said I'm sorry. I can't make up for high school, I know. I was an asshole." He said, before he scratched the back of his head. "If I could take back all the things I said and did I would."

You stared at him, surprised to see this level of maturity from someone who used to laugh when Tommy called you "Edgar Allen's Hoe". You looked him up and down, before finally easing your stance.

"Your girlfriend finally teach you to play nice?" You sneered, putting your scoop back into your apron pocket. The tension between you two was thicker than steel. Steve just snorted at your comment and shook his head.

"Ex. She left me because I was an asshole."

You found it hard to feel bad for him when he said that. You huffed through your nose and crossed your arms. He just sighed before rooting around in his pocket. "I actually begged Robin to switch shifts with me today, because I wanted to give this back to you..."

He pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and hands it to you, not meeting your eyes. You gingerly took the paper and opened it up, gasping as you saw the page of your notebook you never found.

"You.....You kept it all this time?" You said, reading the tiny verse you had written over and over again. Steve nodded and chuckled.

"I thought what you wrote was...pretty." He said, turning away to hide his pink face. "Anyway, if you don't mind, I'd like to start over? And maybe be friends?"

He stuck his hand out to you, still giving you the space to say no if you wished. You decided to give him a chance, seeing as he had returned that final piece of your notebooks puzzle to you.

"Fine. But I won't hesitate to shove this ice cream scoop up your ass if you test me again, Harrington!!"

He smiled with relief, and you two shook hands to honor the deal. You quickly grew into a routine with him as your coworker and friend, often times the three of you Scoops Ahoy employees grabbing dinner after work together. Steve quickly wormed his way into your life, and your wriggled your way into his. Carpooling when you had shared shifts. Hanging out at the library to try and help him figure out what he wanted to do with his future. Occasionally babysitting his gaggle of middle school friends with him. Overall, it was rather nice seeing him so domesticated and grown up.

Some days you really regretted saying yes. Like right now, when you were screaming bloody murder as you tried to escape from Russian clutches. He tugged you behind him as you separated from the rest of the group, and you dove for a utility closet, tucking yourself against each other. You both flinched, grabbing onto each other as guards ran past, muttering to each other in Russian. Steve began to gently pat the top of your head, trying to calm you down. He whispered into your ear as quietly as he could that he was so sorry that you got pulled into this mess.

"Hey, when we make it out of here, I'm gonna take you to that bookstore down the street and you can pick out whatever you want, okay?" He said, pressing his forehead to yours, and gently stroking your cheek. "And....And I'm also going to ask you out properly, because I've begun to really like you. I like the way you talk about things. And I like the way you sketch on napkins at work when you are bored. I like your hair and your eyes. I like the way you describe things when you write poems in your notebook. I like you."

You both flinched again as you heard a loud bang, but stayed hidden in that closet.

"So, when we get out of this, what do you say?" He asked, staring at you again.

You figured the kiss you gave him was answer enough.

(NSFW below!! Done more headcannon-esque)

Escaping the Russian lab was easy. Keeping Steves hands off of you while you two were together? That was a task no man could handle.

He never pushed your boundaries; he always knew just when to kiss you and just how to slide his hand down your back to make you weak in the knees. For as much as a loveable goofball he was on the outside, Steve was an utter devil with you in bed.

He would eat you out until you couldn't remember your own name. Sometimes he would make you pick a poem so he could mutter it to you in between your thighs, his lips constantly grazing over your clit. He was eager to please you, so much so that he often forgot to do anything for himself.

Fav position is def missionary. He just can't help but want to see your face and kiss it over and over! He just cant help but want to please you again and again and again.

Lord if you call him a good boy? Get a wheelchair.

Sometimes you have a deep urge to walk up to Nancy and ask her why the hell she left Steve. He tells you that he wasn't always this good, especially when the two of them were together.

Listen, he has such a breeding kink but he does not want any mini-hims or mini-yous until he has two rings on your finger and a roof over your head, so he is a condom KING.

never unprepared to fuck. NEVER.

His only thing is he doesn't like doing it when he's drunk because he gets pussydrunk on you so easily and doesn't have the willpower to control himself anymore and can easily overstimulate you.

AAHHHHHH!!! I hoped you like!! Its been forever since I've watched stranger things so I was scrounging tik tok for edits to get a good image of him in my head, I hope you enjoy!!!

[manicpixiedreamcurl]

Firstly I think this is a cool concept cause we got lovely little inklings of how, given time, Eddie and Steve could reeeeally get on but I like reading them have a genuine dislike for each other that they're going to have to get over to solve this. I'm excited to learn more about your reader but this intro to Steve and Eddie is 🤌 so heeeere are my rambly thoughts for youuuu, loveliest!!!

Or if he needed something a little more realistic than the illustrations of Heavy Metal magazine to help him satisfy his needs—but today just had that special feel to it.  🤭🤭

A little Dark Crystal, a little pizza from Lou's, a little weed...he'd be having the best Thursday night. Simply when you know him you know him. 

He figured...you know, maybe once he got to senior year he'd get the courage. Maybe take you to prom or something; who wouldn't want to go out with a senior? I like this not just cause it's Eddie being sweet and nervous (procrastinating potential rejection, soft boy) but also I just live for little details like the you know… cause it reads like Eddie's thought process. Idk. Little thing but I like it.

Or that you'd had some squabble with Mickey's sister over a scrunchie of all things and were no longer speaking. Just well done for accurate teen girl drama. You don't understand, Eddie, that scrunchie was pretty and the perfect ratio of length to stretch!!!

So he wasn't gonna put himself in the position for you to laugh in his face—not that you would but...just in case you did—by asking you out. More just *chefs kiss* sentence structure (I sound like an English teacher but I mean it lovely!!!!) to make it clear it's Eddie's thought process. Also 🥺🥺🥺 Eddie!!! Sweet boy!!! Shaking him gently by the shoulders telling him to ask her out!!!

Eddie: she doesn't like me back she'd laugh in my face. Reader: You usually gave him extra whipped cream on his slice of cherry pie too. EDDIE WAKE UP!!! 👏👏👏

"Bye honey…Not really interested in the kind of customer service you're trying to provide." This whole exchange!! I'm really excited to see you write them going from this inherent distrust to forced proximity (very proximate) in trying to work it out, to understanding and…friendship? Either way 🤌🤌🤌

Keith hated the guy too, he always left the Adult section looking like a mess. 😳🤭 Eddie "I refuse to pretend I don't watch porn" Munson. 

And yeah, Steve had even asked him to come and deal at a party or two but…people like that were bad. Simple as that. !!!!!!! Yuuuup!!! Sorry hypocrite whomst? Double standards where?

Yeah, Steve wasn't gonna be dealing with him any time soon. What you didn't know about me Jo is I'm a whore for dramatic irony 😏

Daggers and hearts and his and your initials intertwined together. 🥺🥺🥺

He kept staring at the still-noticeable doodles beneath the pen scribbles and his heart ached a little in his chest. Okay but did I mention 🥺🥺🥺

And you know I'm obsessed with how you've written them waking up. The differences in their rooms and how their skin and muscles feel and Eddie's hair!!! I am obsessed Jo and I just saw there's a second chapter so that's my evening plans sorted 💞💞💞

Freaky Friday - A Stranger Things Story (Part 1)

Part 1 - Part 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie and Steve (Enemies to Friends)

Summary: Eddie thinks that Steve has everything in life handed to him on a silver platter (including his new girlfriend who Eddie has a crush on). And Steve just can't believe that the kids look up to Eddie the Freak, or that he lives his life without giving a single fuck.

Must be nice. But you know what they say, the grass is always greener.

Warnings/Themes: AU with no Upside Down. Body swapping, dark magic/alchemy, unrequited love--some crushes at least, Babysitter Steve, No Upside Down means slightly still King Steve, unresolved feelings, manipulation/deception, Reader gets a nickname (Honey), no Y/N if I can help it, no smut in Part 1 but liable to be in other chapters

Note: After a very hot and fast suggestion by @shiftingtherain, this mini-series was born. And instead of working on Store Manager Verse like I wanted to, here we are. This part is a little shorter...it's the intro, sue me. Next few parts will be a tad longer.

Credit for the header partially goes to me for the design and the logistics but I was tired, so I may have borrowed gifs from @emziess and Netflix itself as a jumping off point (with permission from Emzies and Netflix is a corporation so they can rot). I can only do so much guys, I also had to write this thing too.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

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If Eddie never saw Steve Harrington again in his life, it would still be too soon.

He didn't always indulge in rentals from Family Video—if it was too cold and wet to have band practice in Gareth's garage, or if he was having an especially bad week at school, or if he needed something a little more realistic than the illustrations of Heavy Metal magazine to help him satisfy his needs—but today just had that special feel to it.

He'd gotten a B on his math test, Rick had been feeling a little under the weather and let Eddie make the rounds to his usuals for a sweet little cut, and he had found a dusty old book about alchemy and occultism at the library that was going to help him put the finishing touches on tomorrow night's Hellfire session.

For all of that, Eddie thought a little reward was in order.

A little Dark Crystal, a little pizza from Lou's, a little weed...he'd be having the best Thursday night.

Except...

For the past twenty minutes, he'd pretended to hem and haw over the selection of movies just so he could glare across the store at the counter, where Steve stood, flirting and making grandiose promises, with you.

He burned with jealousy, and God, it took almost everything in him not to gag as Steve reached across the counter to slyly hold your hand. And everything else for his heart not to break as you just let it happen.

Eddie didn't know how or when or why this started—when Harrington had gotten his claws into you and how he had managed to charm his way into your heart—when it should have been Eddie instead.

Eddie'd had a crush on you for years but had always been too nervous to do anything about it.

You were a year younger than him, and friends with his pal Mickey's younger sister, so he'd seen you around quite a bit. Smart and funny and pretty; maybe not as unpopular as Eddie was, but certainly not in the running for homecoming court or whatever other social hierarchies were in place at Hawkins High either. He figured...you know, maybe once he got to senior year he'd get the courage. Maybe take you to prom or something; who wouldn't want to go out with a senior?

But he'd gotten the notice from Higgins that he wouldn't be graduating with the rest of the Class of '84 and it really put a damper on his plans.

He had been hopeful again the following year, actually had a few classes with you and sat with you for partner work when no one else wanted to work with him, when they laughed at him. You weren't even afraid to go up to him in the cafeteria to ask a question, or walk with him in the hall if you had to go in the same direction for your next class. You'd talk about assignments mostly, but he savored every little fact he could learn about you. What books you'd been reading, the fact that you watched Svengoolie on Saturday nights—just like he did—or that you'd had some squabble with Mickey's sister over a scrunchie of all things and were no longer speaking.

But Eddie knew how bad his grades were—somehow even worse than the year before—and aside from the work you did with him, he knew it wasn't gonna be enough for him to graduate. So he wasn't gonna put himself in the position for you to laugh in his face—not that you would but...just in case you did—by asking you out.

He thought you would disappear from his life after you graduated. Get the hell out of Hawkins the way everyone else wanted to. But no. You took a few classes at the community college and worked the dinner shift at Benny's a few nights a week. You'd been there every Tuesday night, when he and the guys grabbed food after their gig at the Hideout. The usual booth reserved, drinks already poured by the time they sat down, and their usual orders already written in your little order pad.

You usually gave him extra whipped cream on his slice of cherry pie too.

The guys always urged him to ask for your number...but he never did. How could he? Even if you were stuck in this town the same way he was...he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

And now...here you were, listening to Harrington talk about some great surprise he had planned for your third date the next day.

Eddie wondered why you hadn't screamed in outrage when Steve mentioned how much Nancy Wheeler had liked it when he took her to this mystery place. He would have definitely expected you to at least flinch at the mention of his ex-girlfriend's name.

"It sounds really great," you said instead, smiling and nodding. "I get out of class at 3 on Fridays...should I be here around 4?"

"4 is perfect, honey," Steve grinned.

Eddie couldn't stand to hear whatever sickeningly sweet goodbye you both would come up with so he just grabbed whatever tape was in front of him and approached the counter. You and Steve both flinched when Eddie slammed his selections down on the counter to be checked out.

“Uh…I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bye Steve,” you muttered, eyeing Eddie with a half-smile that felt a bit sad. “Bye Eddie.”

"Bye honey."

“Bye honey,” Eddie mocked once you were out the door, then turned back to Steve. “You gonna try and make goo goo eyes at me next Harrington? I don’t have all day.”

“Jesus Munson. What’s up your ass?” Steve scoffed, grabbing the tapes.

“I’m just trying to get my videos and go.” Eddie rapped his knuckles on the counter. “Not really interested in the kind of customer service you're trying to provide."

Steve wondered what the likelihood of getting fired would be, if he just punched that smug look right off of Munson's face.

Keith hated the guy too, he always left the Adult section looking like a mess. Maybe Steve would get a promotion instead.

For years Eddie roamed around Hawkins being a general menace with his gaggle of friends. Causing trouble, shouting at people, making faces at old ladies. He’d gotten “taken in” to the police station one too many times but always seemed to make it out without actually being arrested. Which baffled Steve; Eddie was a drug dealer for crying out loud.

And yeah, Steve had even asked him to come and deal at a party or two but…people like that were bad. Simple as that.

Even after all of that, after you got past the “bad boy” persona….he was a fucking nerd. He wasn’t even cool like the bad boys in movies were. Steve felt like someone was tricking him the first time he had walked past the Hellfire Club’s table in the cafeteria. For all the leather and chains and band tees—all the talk of satanic rituals and blood sacrifices—there was sure a lot of talk about elves and…and bards and Star Wars.

So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to Steve that the kids would flock to Eddie by the time they made it to Hawkins High.

But it had been. A huge shock.

His unexpected little gaggle of morons…weren’t really his anymore.

Steve had dropped Dustin off on the first day of school and said “don’t get into any trouble.” Even made Robin promise to keep an eye out for him. He expected the kid to…join the mathletes or something. Get roped in with the science nerds.

But by the end of the week, the kids were all clamoring about how they would need to reschedule movie nights with Steve so they could go to Hellfire club with Eddie.

Steve couldn’t understand it. Eddie was a freak, a punk, some good for nothing…and now the kids were suddenly following him like he was some sort of prophet. Spreading the word of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

See? Steve could do the nerd talk too when he wanted...thanks to Dustin.

Who, much to Steve's annoyance, was apparently Eddie's biggest fan. The guy could do no wrong in Dustin's eyes, and it really irked Steve.

Will and Lucas were spending Saturdays at the library—not for homework, but for research because apparently Eddie really liked incorporating mythology into his campaigns. (Whatever that meant.) Mike was growing his hair out because "Eddie's hair was cool.” What about Steve, whose literal nickname was The Hair? Shit, he'd even seen Eddie give Max a ride to school on a few occasions when he was late dropping Robin off. And he knew Max and her mom had been having a hard time since her step-dad skipped town and Billy...

Steve knew some of the town gossip about Eddie was just a bunch of bullshit...but if Max Mayfield was cool with him?

Yeah, he just couldn't help but be suspicious of the guy.

Regardless, the sooner Steve could get him out of the store, the better his night was gonna get.

...actually...

"That's gonna be $10." Steve announced dryly.

"Woah, $10?!" Eddie scoffed. "I have a membership."

"Since when?" Steve asked, hands immediately landing on his hips.

"I use one every time I'm in here."

"Yeah you use Reefer Rick's."

"So?"

"New policy," Steve lied, hoping it would get Eddie out of his hair for a good while. "No sharing memberships outside of your family. Last I checked, your last name isn't Lipton. So you either cough up the $25 for a new membership Munson, or the $10 for your rental. What's it gonna be?"

Eddie grumbled and dug his wallet out of his pocket, slamming the money on the counter.

"Any candy?" Steve asked mockingly before grabbing the cash.

Eddie grabbed the tape and grumbled under his breath as he exited the store.

Yeah, Steve wasn't gonna be dealing with him any time soon.

For a second though, as he went to start processing returns, he wondered...

If Eddie was in some ritualistic cult...what kind of curse could he possibly put on me?

But that was a dumb thought to have.

Eddie's night just went down hill from the minute he left Family Video.

He didn't notice that they'd given him the wrong pizza at Lou's so now he was stuck with some specialty veggie pie with broccoli on it, the tape he had grabbed indiscriminately had been some artsy foreign romance crap, and just now he'd just spilled Dr. Pepper all over his Hellfire notebook.

"Fuck," he shouted as it spilled over the side of the coffee table and onto his sock-clad feet. He couldn't give a shit about the carpet, he could even ignore his wet socks, but his notebook. Weeks of work, planning and toiling over the most sadistic campaign.

He liked to keep all of the notes of Hellfire's completed campaigns, a sort of...record for future kids to look back on and reference. And now this specific masterpiece would be lost to memory.

He cleaned everything up as best he could before making a quick trip back to his room for an extra notebook or something he could use to salvage his plans for tomorrow's session. He had always been really bad at...keeping spare notebooks on hand. Even the ones he'd used for class always ended up covered in his drawings or notes, little bits and ideas of dialogue he could use for speeches or NPCs.

The best he could find was his math notebook from last year which, surprisingly, sat relatively untouched.

Eddie knew why: that was a class he shared with you. And as he opened to some random mostly-empty page, he saw his little scribbles in the margins surrounding half-faded, penciled-in algebraic equations. Daggers and hearts and his and your initials intertwined together.

It was the one class where he would never encounter partner work with you, so he felt compelled to fill the pages with his daydreams instead of fantasies and lore. You would never see it.

"Well," he huffed as he dropped back down onto the floor and slapped the notebook onto the coffee table. He grabbed his pen and scribbled over the drawings on the page. "Now that she's with Harrington, no use living in this fantasy. Fuck, I was stupid, so stupid to ever think she would want anything to do with me."

He grabbed the dusty old alchemical book from the library and found his place, staring at old sigils and runes and text indiscriminately until he came upon one that looked too perfect for the campaign. Concentric circles, arcane lettering, angular lines...

While Eddie would usually use a clean page for something like this—something he would hand off to his players—he drew a copy of the sigil onto the page and planned to rip the edges off, maybe singe them with his lighter to make it look more authentic.

He kept staring at the still-noticeable doodles beneath the pen scribbles and his heart ached a little in his chest.

Yeah, he would definitely want to burn those too.

By the time he was done copying the sigil, a wave of exhaustion overtook him and he glanced down at his watch.

It wasn't much later than he usually went to bed on a weeknight...

He stared at the half-ruined notes for tomorrow's session that he still needed to rewrite and sighed.

"Fuck it, I'll just redo them in the morning." He got up and stretched his arms over his head. "I can just sleep in tomorrow. Skip class. Show up for Hellfire. Who cares anymore.”

He put the rest of the pizza in the fridge for Wayne and then headed to bed, only to be plagued with dreams of scribbled out love hearts, movie theater candy, guitar solos, and big red gum.

When Eddie woke up the next morning, he felt...honestly felt like he was floating on a cloud. Every muscle in his body felt looser, yet somehow tighter at the same time. His skin felt tighter, like it wasn't right, like it didn't fit somehow, it was suffocating him.

He must have died but he wasn't quite sure if this was heaven or hell.

His eyes burned and blurred slightly as he opened them and what he saw was...unexpected.

Gone were the off-white walls, his posters, the piles of his crap, and that concerning patch of probably-mold in the corner of the ceiling. Instead there was a sturdy ceiling, plaid-papered walls, and matching curtains?

Eddie groaned and rolled over.

What the fuck was this place?

There was a slam of a door somewhere that practically shook the walls surrounding Eddie and as he sat up, he found himself only wearing...briefs? He didn't wear briefs.

This wasn’t his bed, wasn’t his room…wasn’t his… body?

He looked down at his chest, his arms, his hands…his fingers weren’t right, he didn’t have this many freckles and moles, he didn’t have…abs, if that’s what you could call the slight definition on his torso. Still it was more than his body had ever had. His skin…was itchy and mostly hairless.

Eddie reached up and touches his hair—shorter than he was used to, not curly…at all—then his face, as if that was any indicator to what he—

“A mirror!” He exclaimed. His voice…sounded familiar, but different. Fuck what kind of dream was this?

Because it had to be a dream right? It had to be. How else did he wake up in someone else’s body?

He pushed himself out of the bed, walking slightly off-cadence, which…yeah probably came with the territory of your brain needing to get used to a new body. Fuck…was his brain even his brain or did his mind just get transported what was happening?

Ugh it was too early to think about that.

Eddie slowly cracked the bedroom door open and peaked into the rest of the house. He spotted a bathroom just across the way, otherwise…shit, this place actually looked a little familiar. Where the fuck was he? Who the fuck was he?

He quickly crossed the landing into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He heaved a breath and leaned back against the door for a moment to calm himself; his hands were shaking and felt cold. Could he even feel his fingers? Nice to know the occasional nervousness that snuck up on him at his lowest moments hadn’t been left behind in his old body, that they’d followed him to this one.

His body…would it still be in his bed? What if he really had died and…had jumped into his new body? Was this reincarnation?

Fuck, if he was dead…Wayne would find him. Could he even…see his uncle again? How could he ever explain who he was?

Eddie felt the tears prick his eyes and his throat tighten and he slapped his face a few times.

“Come on man, come on,” he muttered. “It’s not that bad. It’s only…mildly awful. Fuck, ok. Just go, just look, just…rip it off like a bandaid.”

Eddie took a deep breath and nodded, then crossed the short distance to stand in front of the sink. He stared at his new feet, wiggled his new toes. You never…appreciated the toes you had until you have new ones.

That was awful and you’re an idiot. Just look.

Eddie closed his eyes again and turned his face up towards the mirror. He could do it. He would do it.

He opened his eyes.

“Jesus H. Christ!”

Steve woke up feeling like absolute shit. Everything ached—like he had pulled a muscle or something by sleeping crookedly—he had awful cottonmouth, and he had inhaled…some yarn or something because he woke up coughing and gagging until he got the intrusive strands out of his mouth.

“Gahh, shit, shit,” he said and scratched at his throat. He sounded hoarse. Ugh was he getting sick? He’d have to ask his mom to bring home some soup or something.

Could he call out of work? Shit he had to take Robin to school. She could walk today, he felt awful.

Steve blinked his eyes open and took in the unfamiliar popcorn ceiling with growing concern.

He looked around at the…piles of garbage and the cracks in the plaster walls partially covered by band posters...and felt the rise of panic grow within him. He tried to recall the night before.

He’d wrapped up his shift at Family Video, gone home and had a rare dinner with both of his parents, then…felt extremely tired and went to bed.

So how did he end up here…wherever here was?

This was a kidnapping; it had to be. He was…drugged—explained the cottonmouth—and kidnapped. And now someone was holding him for ransom or something to…blackmail his father? Thomas Harrington was kind of a dick sometimes, sure, but still…he was a pretty decent guy. Who would want to blackmail him?

“H-hello?” Steve called out. “Anyone there? C-can anyone hear me?”

There was some shuffling outside of the door of the room.

Thankfully Steve wasn’t tied up or anything. God, what kind of kidnappers were these? He quickly glanced around the room for a weapon of some sort and he immediately spotted...

A guitar? A few guitars actually. Man these kidnappers really liked music huh?

One was a weird shape--he'd seen some hair metal bands use guitars like that in magazines, but he'd never seen one in person--and was a mottled red color. One was just what you'd expect when someone said "electric guitar." And one was acoustic and looked like it could pack a real wallop.

Bingo.

Steve pushed himself out of the bed and immediately jumped because whatever had been in his mouth was on his shoulders now. He reached up to grab it: hair. Long, wavy, messy...knotty and frizzy. Like it hadn't been brushed for days, maybe weeks?

And his arm, sticking out from whatever t-shirt he'd been put in...was lithe and weak and there were tattoos. On both arms. A creepy claw hand and a bunch of bats.

What was this? How long had they held him hostage for? No wonder they didn't feel the need to tie him up! He'd been knocked out cold.

He needed to get out of here. Now. He needed to get home.

Steve crossed the room to grab the guitar when he noticed it. At first he thought it was another person. But no, it was just a mirror...and in the mirror...his reflection.

Only it wasn't...his reflection.

It had startled him and he had jumped. Then he moved his arms a little and watched the figure in the mirror mimic him. Over and over.

A wave, a turn, a funny face.

He couldn’t believe it. This had to be a joke. A dream. A nightmare.

Because it was him, his reflection. But it was not his—Steve Harrington’s—reflection.

It was Eddie Munson's.

[robinbuckleyluvr]

⊹˚˖⁺ whoops! - robin buckley

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Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N accidentally comes out to Steve while they’re working a shift at Family Video - the only issue is that as Robin arrives to begin her shift, she sees them hugging from outside and thinks they’ve started dating.

Warnings: A bit of internalized homophobia.

Notes: Hello! First post... kind of scared. Lmk what you think about all of this LOL might do a part 2

Word Count: 2.3k.

“Hello, Steve,” Y/n spoke, happily waving at Steve, as she walked into the Family Video store to start her shift.

“Hey,” Steve replied absent-mindedly, who was behind the counter in Family Video stacking some videotapes.

“Where’s Robin?”

“Uh, she asked to switch our shifts for today, I think she mentioned something about a school thing, I honestly don’t remember,” Steve said quietly, “She’ll just be here later,”

“Got it,” Y/n replied and proceeded to walk to the back of the store to leave her things in their respective spot and get her work vest on.

About thirty minutes passed and no customer came by. It was just Steve doodling on some paper on the counter, and y/n looking around the store.

“I am so bored,” Y/n exclaimed dramatically as she let her head fall down on the counter.

“Jesus, are you okay?” Steve chuckled.

“I am,” Y/n laughed as she lifted her head, “I just wish there was something for us to do other than just sit here in silence,”

“There’s not much we can do in here,” Steve mumbled.

“Oh my god, we should play mini-golf!”

“And how exactly are we supposed to play mini-golf if we’re at work, genius?”

“Come on, quit it with the attitude, Harrington,” Y/n responded cockily, making Steve jokily roll his eyes at her, “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” 

“All right, all right!” Steve sighed as he put up his hands in defeat.

“I got this small mini-golf set at the mall a while ago,”  Y/n explained as she walked to the back of the store. “One time Robin and I were like super bored so the next day I brought it, so now every time we’re bored, we play mini-golf,”

“This better be worth it,” Steve said loudly.

“Better than doing absolutely nothing, Harrington!” Y/n replied as she walked back with a box in her hands, ready to beat Steve at mini-golf.

-

“Jesus, Steve, you really suck at golf,”

“I’m just not in my moment,” Steve sighed.

“We’ve been playing this for over an hour, yet your skills don’t improve,”

“Maybe I just hate Tuesdays,”

“Well, at least we get to have some fun at work! Although it is way funnier watching you flirt with every girl that comes in,” Y/n joked.

“Do you actually have fun working here?” Steve chuckled.

“I mean, it gets me out of family dinners and being forced to attend stupid parties,”

“Parties?”

“Yeah, like family parties, you know?” Y/n spoke as she leaned against the counter, “The ones where you’re constantly being asked about every possible detail about your life, and you can’t even be alone for more than a minute because yet another family member that you haven’t seen since you were fresh out of the hospital is already approaching you!”

“Next time you’re forced to go to one of those gatherings, please take me with you because that sounds really interesting,” Steve joked.

“I hate you,” Y/n chuckled.

“Not more than those family gatherings!”

“You’re insufferable,”

“Is it really that annoying to get asked questions about yourself?”

“Probably not annoying to you, you’re Steve Harrington!” Y/n said dramatically and kept rambling, “And it’s not like I completely hate talking about myself like I get it, you are all nosy and want to know how my life’s going and all. I don’t mind a question or two, I’ll tell you how school’s going for me, or tell you about work, but it is so annoying when it gets personal! ‘Do you like any guys at school, y/n?’ ‘How’s the boyfriend doing y/n?’ Like, I don’t know, ever considered that I may not even be into guys?” 

Y/n immediately stopped talking. Her eyes widened as she realized what she had said, and her free hand flew to cover her mouth. Her eyes met Steve’s, who were also wide open as hers.

“Th-That is not what I meant!” Y/n nervously laughed, “I meant that I’m not really into guys here in Hawkins! I’m sure out there are some really cool guys-”

“Y/n!” Steve said loudly, as he took her by the shoulders and shook her lightly, making her shut up instantly, “I know what you meant,”

“No! Forget I said that! Literally, no one can know! My parents could literally kill me! Or send me to like a church camp to fix me!” 

“Look, I don’t have much expertise in this area, but I can assure you there’s nothing wrong with you, so what if you like girls?” Steve said as he gave y/n an empathetic smile and took his hands off her shoulders, “I won’t tell anyone,”

“Thank you, Steve,” y/n replied, and neither of them spoke a word for a few seconds. The store was filled with an odd silence, the only noise coming from the movie that was playing on one of the TVs.

“What do you wanna do now? Golf is getting kind of boring,” Steve spoke, trying to lighten the mood.

“I wanna crawl in a hole and die,” y/n joked.

“Would a hug make you feel better?”

Y/n laughed at his comment, yet opened up her arms and agreed to hug him. “Keep it short Harrington!” She joked, “A hug from the Steve Harrington? A once-in-a-lifetime experience!”

However, at that moment, Robin had just arrived at Family Video to start her shift, and when she looked inside the store her stomach dropped and she was sure her heart had just been crushed into pieces. Steve had known about her crush on y/n for ages, yet now they both appeared to be hugging like a cheesy couple in high school.

-

“Robin, just tell her that you like her! It’s that simple! If she doesn’t like you I’m sure she won’t tell anyone, she isn’t like that,” Steve explained as they both placed back videotapes on their respective shelves at the end of their work-day.

“It is not simple Steve! It’s quite literally, a shot in the dark! She could laugh at me, or worse, she could hate me and never talk to me again,”

“She won’t do that!”

“How do you know, Harrington?”

“She won’t hate you, Robin. Besides, if you never tell her, you’ll never know if she likes you back or not!”

“Well, I simply do not wish to know!” Robin exclaimed.

-

By the time Robin had walked into the store, y/n and Steve weren’t hugging anymore, so to Robin, it was pointless to confront Steve about it at that very moment. 

Robin’s head was spinning. She wasn’t sure of what to feel, or even who to be angry at. While y/n probably had no idea Robin liked her, Steve did know. 

“Hey, Robin!” Y/n happily said as she saw her friend come in.

“Hey,” Robin replied, though not even bothering to glance at her friends. She just quickly walked to the back of the store.

Y/n and Steve exchanged looks, as they were both equally confused. “I’ll go ask her if she wants to play golf with us, or something,” Y/n said quietly.

Robin had agreed to play golf with Steve and y/n, although she was close to refusing the offer and making up a dumb excuse to avoid being with them. She really did not fancy being the third wheel.

-

Y/n and Steve could sense something was up with Robin, yet whenever they tried to talk to her, she would quickly change the subject. And this had been going on for three weeks already. Neither y/n nor Steve knew what to do.

Whenever y/n and Robin were alone, a few words were exchanged. Y/n had tried to at least make small talk, yet it seemed as if Robin had made it her life mission to keep their conversations, well, small. 

Saying that Robin had been distant would be an understatement. 

“We need to talk to her,” y/n told Steve as they were placing videotapes on their respective shelves, for the third time of the day. 

“Y/n we’ve tried already,” Steve sighed, “There’s nothing we can do other than wait for her to talk to us.”

“It’s just so odd Steve, from one day to another she just stopped talking to us - it’s gone from us having full-on conversations to her just saying ‘Hi’ and ‘Goodbye’. Whenever I ask her if something’s wrong she either brushes it off or makes up an excuse to walk away,”

“She’ll come around soon,”

“Do you think it was something I said? Or something I did? Like I’ve been replaying every single conversation we’ve had in my head, and-”

“Stop worrying, honestly,” Steve said cutting her off, “As I said literally less than thirty seconds ago, she’ll come around.”

Y/n simply sighed and lightly nodded. “I’m just worried, what if something really bad happened to her at home? Or at school?”

“Did you not hear what I just said y/l/n?”

“I did, I just simply chose to ignore it,” Y/n replied and smiled at Steve.

“If you’re so worried, talk to her tomorrow,” 

“And why not today?”

“Because her shift’s about to end? She’s about to be on her way out,”

Y/n thought about it for a second, before putting down the videotapes she had in hand, and sighing heavily. “It’s just five minutes of her time, she can make up as many excuses as she wants,” Y/n spoke, and then turned around and walked to the back. Steve simply shook his head and continued with his job.

-

Robin was already packing her stuff when she heard someone come in quietly. She did not need to turn around to know it was y/n.

“Hi, Robin,” Y/n said quietly.

“Hello,”

“How have you been?”

“I’m fine,” Robin replied bluntly.

“Look, Robin, I’ll just be honest with you, I’m worried about you, you’ve been like - distant lately and-”

“I’m okay,” Robin said, cutting her off and turning around to face her. “I really do not need you and your boyfriend talking about me and how weird I’ve been behind my back, it’s pretty obvious, plus, you two are really loud,” 

“Me and my what?” Y/n chuckled lightly.

“Don’t act all innocent, I know you and Steve are dating,” Robin spoke quietly.

“Robin, believe me, Steve and I are not dating!”

Robin simply raised her eyebrows at y/n’s response.

“Is this what this is all about, Robin?”

“I saw you two hugging the other day, and since that day you two are always together like middle schoolers,” Robin spoke as her eyes looked all around the room, yet never meeting y/n’s, “You two gossip like your life is on the line,”

“Robin, we are not dating,”

“Y/n you do not need to lie to me, I’m your friend! It’s okay if you two are dating, I get it! I’m just mad at you and Steve - but mainly Steve - because he knew I liked you, and I just cannot believe he would do this! Like okay, date whomever you want, but at least tell me after I spend almost every minute of my day rambling about how I don’t know how to tell you I like you, and I just told you and now you probably think I’m a freak! And to top it all off I’ve ruined about three friendships in less than five minutes!” 

Robin instantly covered her face with her hands, sighing. Y/n was left speechless, she did not know what to say, so she simply hugged Robin.

Robin hugged her back, even though part of her really didn’t want to.

“I don’t like Steve that way, Robin, believe me,” Y/n said against Robin’s shoulder, to which Robin simply just nodded. She could feel her heart about to give out, she had never been that nervous. A few seconds went by, and neither of them pulled away from the hug. Y/n took a deep breath before she spoke up again:

“Robin? Are you still there?” 

“I think so?” Robin breathed out.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah,”

“I like you too,” Y/n said quietly - almost in a whisper.

Robin’s eyes widened and she pulled away from the hug in shock. Robin's heart skipped a beat, (maybe several). If someone asked her how she was feeling at that exact moment she would not be able to utter a single word. 

“What?”

“I said I like you, too,”

“Is this like, a joke? Because if it is a joke, it’s not funny, besides-” Robin spoke, but y/n covered her mouth before she could keep rambling.

“I promise you, it is not a joke, my feelings for you are very real, Robin,”

“Oh my God,” Robin slowly said as y/n lowered her hand, “Do you really like me?”

“Yes Robin, I really do like you,” Y/n smiled, “And I do not think you’re a freak,”

“I feel terrible now! I’ve treated you horribly for the past few weeks!” Robin exclaimed as she covered her face with her hands once again, “I’m the dumbest person on the planet and I did not even bother to ask you if you were okay! What if you and Steve were hugging because someone died!”

“Robin I can assure you, no one’s died,” Y/n said, carefully taking Robin’s hand’s in hers and drawing them out of her face.

“I feel terrible,” Robin said quietly. 

“Well don’t, everything’s settled now,”  Y/n spoke giving her a kind smile - then cupping Robin’s cheek with one of her hands, to which Robin nervously smiled. She thought her heart was about to give out (again).

“Can I hug you again?” Robin nervously asked.

[thepokyone]

First Choice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (ft. Sam)

Warnings: angst, violence, fluff

Words: 3.6k

A/N: This was actually a combo request from an anon and @divergirl99 so I hope you both enjoy it! I had a great time writing this one. Just the perfect amount of pining, angst, and fluff and a dash of best friends to enemies to lovers. Enjoy, friends!

(also not to be dramatic but the ending of this fic is so soft I know I wrote it but I love it so much sdfjsdkl)

You hadn't thought it would last. They had met because of you, ironically enough; she was the one that took your place after you abandoned your team to stand with Steve Rogers when you discovered the truth: Bucky Barnes had been framed.

You had been part of an elite FBI team, trained for high-risk search and rescue and hostage recovery scenarios, including the UN bombing in Vienna by supposed terrorist Bucky Barnes. Your job had never been to ask questions. You followed orders, saved those who needed saving, and used lethal force when necessary.

You were one of the good guys, until you weren't.

"Y/L/N, I need you at that meeting with the Secretary of State today," Hansen, your team lead, said, poking his head into the office you used perhaps once a month. "They want me briefing the Vice President on our actions after the bombing."

"Sure," you said. Anything was better than writing your report.

The meeting itself was boring. You weren't required to speak, as your opinion wasn't needed; you were simply there to take notes, track the progress of the investigation so the team would be prepared to respond in case of incident.

You were in the back, seated apart from the round table of very important (and very powerful) officials, out of sight and out of mind. Maybe they simply forgot that you weren't cleared for the information they revealed. Or maybe, knowing you were by all definitions one of their yes-men, they simply didn't care.

"And what of the reports, sir? The claims that Bucky Barnes was framed for the bombing? Is there any truth to them?" It was a question from one of the Army generals, one with more stars than you would give him, but it had your attention.

"Of course he was framed, General. Sergeant Barnes is a formerly brainwashed, ex-HYDRA operative, he'd hardly have the resources to pull off a bombing of such a magnitude, much less the clearness of mind. But we need a scapegoat and Steve Rogers needs controlled. What better way to do so than to label Bucky Barnes as a terrorist?" Secretary Ross asked.

Your pen had frozen over the doodle you had been scribbling in the margins. Bucky Barnes was being framed? The real terrorist was still out there and they were willing to do nothing if it meant they could put Steve Rogers under their thumb?

Anger sparked in your chest. Your duty had always been to help innocent people, not help these men further their corrupt agenda. Your conscience would not let you stand by and watch them frame an innocent man.

You were able to join with Steve Rogers' team in less than three days. Doing the job you did, you made some powerful friends, ones that were willing to point you in the direction of the most wanted man in in the world.

That was how you met Bucky Barnes, a man who was most assuredly not a terrorist, but rather one of the best you had ever known. In the aftermath of the fight, you, alongside Bucky, were granted asylum in Wakanda. It was only after the battle with Thanos and aiding in saving the universe that you were pardoned for your aiding of Steve Rogers but you had no desire to return to your old life.

Instead you began a normal life (as normal as being a part-time superhero can be, anyway). You got an apartment across from Bucky, a flexible job as a consultant, and even a cat that you were fairly certain preferred Bucky's company over yours.

But your past had a funny way of never staying dead when you came face-to-face with your team leader after you, Bucky, Sam, and Sharon successfully stopped the Flag Smashers and saved the GRC hostages.

"Y/L/N," he greeted coolly, joined by several others, most of whom you recognized.

"Hansen," you said. "It's been a while."

"Yes," he agreed. "I see you're doing well for yourself."

"When I can. Saving the world hardly pays the bills, unfortunately," you said.

"Probably should have thought of that before you left," Hansen said, but the slight twitch of his mouth told you he wasn't serious.

"I did become an honorary Avenger, though, so I've got that going for me," you said, grinning.

Hansen smiled too. "True. Let me introduce you to the new members." There were three: two due to the Snap, and the third was your replacement.

"Anna Folly," she said, shaking your hand. "It's a pleasure." Something about her tone indicated that it was not.

"Y/N!" Bucky called from behind you, joining your side. "Who are they?"

"My old team," you told him.

"You're Bucky Barnes," Hansen said. Bucky gave an awkward nod. "We thought Y/L/N was crazy for betraying the country for you. She did the right thing, obviously, but I never imagined we would get to meet you."

"Uh," Bucky said, giving you a bewildered glance, "yeah, well, here I am."

After an awkward round of introductions and a conversation that lasted fifteen minutes but felt like an hour, you and Bucky were on your way and you assumed that was the end of it.

Two weeks later, Bucky brought up that he had gone on a lunch date with your replacement Anna Folly and the two were planning to go out again. You choked on your drink.

"You what?!" Bucky thumped your back as you sputtered, regaining your breath.

"We're going on a second date," he repeated. "She's a great person, you'd like her if you got to know her."

That was impossible, because she was going on dates with him, and you were in love with him.

"Why didn't you tell me you went out with her in the first place?" you asked, slightly hurt. You and Bucky told each other everything (sans the fact that you were in love with him, that is).

Bucky looked a little embarrassed. "She asked me to keep it to myself, and I wanted the date to go well, so I did. I mean, it isn't every day that someone can look past the metal arm."

"Bucky, you're an amazing person and anyone would be lucky to go out with you," you said. "Please don't settle just because you don't know if someone better will come along."

"I'm not," he protested, but you were sure that his heart wasn't in it.

He didn't listen to you, of course. They started dating, and you found yourself pushed aside in favor of dates: dinner, lunch, coffee, a walk in the park. Before long, you were hardly seeing Bucky at all.

Sam, who had the annoying ability of being able to see right through you, was tired of your moping. "Just tell him how you feel! Trust me, if I'm right - and I am - he will drop her the second he realizes you like him. He's just being an idiot."

"He's happy, Sam," you said. "I could never live with myself for ruining this when he finally has a good thing."

"How do you know he's happy? You barely see the guy," Sam retorted. "You're more important to him than she will ever be. Why does nobody ever listen to me?"

It was two weeks after that conversation when Bucky knocked at your door (something he never did before Anna) and told you that the two of you need to talk.

"Drink?" you offered, feeling like you were going to need one if his face was anything to go by.

"Please," he said. You grabbed two beers, passing him one and cracking open yours.

You took a swig. "What's up?"

"Well," Bucky said, taking a drink of his own beer to cover his hesitation, "look, you're not going to like it. I'm in a bit of an awkward spot and I don't-"

"Just spit it out," you said, because there were a lot of choices in his life that you didn't like lately, all leading back to Anna, so he may as well just add another to the pile.

"Anna asked me not to talk to you anymore," Bucky said.

"What?" you demanded. He was right, you didn't like it. "Why the hell does she think she has any control over who you get to talk to?"

"She is my girlfriend. I don't want to make her uncomfortable- but I don't want to lose you, either!" Bucky said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're not telling me you seriously considered it!"

"No! Well, kind of, but she's giving me an ultimatum, asking me to choose between her or you!" he said.

You were furious. "And what, you've had to think about it? After everything we've been through, after I betrayed my country for you, gave up everything I knew, fought side-by-side with you for years and you're telling me you had to think about it?"

"I never asked you to do any of those things for me!" Bucky said, getting worked up now. "You know, I've finally found a girl who I really care about, who likes me for who I am, and you've never even tried to get along with her! No matter how much I asked, you never did! Of course she doesn't want me talking to you anymore. Maybe I wouldn't be in this position if you hadn't been such a shitty friend!"

"You’re a bastard, Bucky Barnes," you said, voice trembling with rage. "You want to choose your girlfriend of four months over me? Fine. But I don't have to stand here and let you blame me for something that would have happened even if I treated her like she was the greatest human being to walk the earth. She's never liked me either, Bucky, and maybe you would see that if you pulled your head out of your ass."

"Fine! If that's what you really think, maybe I will pick her!" he yelled, his face flushed red.

"Fine by me! You're a grown-ass man, you can do what you want, but don't expect me to help pick up the pieces when she breaks your heart!" you yelled back. Bucky was already storming towards your door and you chased after him, not done. "Because newsflash, Bucky! Your girlfriend's a bitch!"

And you slammed the door behind him.

You didn't even get a chance to finish your beer (which was looking more like "find a random bar and get blackout drunk" by the minute) before Sam called.

"You heard, huh? Bucky come crying to you already?" You spat when you answered the phone.

"First of all, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, so you can take that tone somewhere else," Sam said, never one to take you or Bucky's shit. "Second of all, I don't care what's going on between you and Bucky right now, because we have a mission that needs us on-site as soon as possible. Let him know that I'll be at your apartment building in fifteen to pick you guys up."

"You'll have to tell him yourself," you said. "I'll be ready, but I'm not talking to him."

"C'mon, Y/N, don't be like that," Sam said.

"I have every right. Bucky was being an ass and I'm not about to give him so much as the time of day," you said.

Sam's sigh was loud on the other end of the phone. "Fine, I'll call him myself. Just be ready when I get there, alright?"

"I told you I would be," you said grumpily. "See you in a bit."

"Yeah. Can't wait for this car ride," Sam said sarcastically, ending the call.

The car ride to the airport was tense. Sam did his best to ease the tension, but neither you or Bucky were very inclined to speak, least of all to each other.

"Why don't you just brief us on the mission," you suggested after five solid minutes of silence.

"Sure," Sam said. "High value hostage situation. Five high-ranking government personnel - all with access to top secret information that could cause irreparable damage if released - were taken today on their commutes home. They're currently being held in a lab formerly owned by Stark Industries and is, if the captors are to be believed, rigged to detonate and kill everyone inside if the hostages' holding room is breached. Fortunately-"

"There's a fortunately?" Bucky asked from the back.

"Yeah. Fortunately, bomb squad should have defused the bomb by the time we arrive in about two hours," Sam said. "As there have been no demands, it is believed that the hostages taken have information that the captors need. Y/N, we'll be working with your old team to successfully recover the hostages."

You let your head thump against the window. "Great."

"Listen, I don't know what's going on between you two, but if you can't set it aside for this mission you're going to get people killed," Sam said seriously.

"We'll be fine, Sam," you said. "I'll work with some of my team instead." Hansen would take pity on you. You hoped.

Sam heaved a sigh. "Fine."

After a tense plane ride spent reviewing the plans for the coming mission, you were on the ground and within punching distance of Anna Folly, who seemed intent on ruining your life. She was smirking at you in a way you did not like and, rather than give her energy that she was not worth, you grabbed Hansen's attention.

"In need of one more?" you asked him.

"Actually, yes. Hodges is out - his wife just had a baby - so we're down one. We're splitting into two groups, you can be in mine," Hansen said. "It'll be good to have you back."

"Just like old times," you said, slapping him on the back. "When do we move in?"

"Should be in five, so make sure you have everything you need and be ready to see some action," Hansen said.

Weapons holstered and semi-auto in hand, you joined Hansen and his crew and barely suppressed a groan. Of course she was in your group. Life hadn't been kind to you before, so why should it start now?

Hansen addressed the group. "Bomb squad reports that the bomb has been successfully defused, so we are a go for entry. We will be getting in position and waiting on the signal to move in. Stay alert, watch each other's backs, and remember our primary objective is to get all five hostages out alive. Good luck."

You entered on the signal. The first halls were clear, but you heard gunfire from a ways off. "Here we go," Hansen muttered, the four of you readying your weapons. There were two guarding the entrance to the holding room; the rest had been drawn off to the front, as had been planned. They were easy to take care of - Hansen, who had always been the best shot on the team, fired two neat shots and stepped around their bodies.

He kicked the doors and they gave way, flinging open. The first few seconds within the hostage area were always the most dangerous, both for you and for the hostages. You could never be one-hundred percent certain of what you would find inside.

"Six hostages!" You shouted, firing a few quick shots. Your group had only brought five extra bulletproof vests. "Cover me!" you shouted to Hansen, ripping off your own vest and shoving it into the sixth hostage's chest.

You raised your gun, firing off another several shots and dropping the last of the captors. There were less than you expected, but you could still hear gunfire coming from the front of the building.

"Hansen, you've got incoming." It was Sam's voice out of the radios.

Hansen cursed. "We don't have the manpower to cover them all. Hold your positions. Hostages, to the back. Y/L/N, you don't have a vest, be careful."

"Not the first time I've been in a fight without one," you said, reloading your gun. "Won't be the last."

"Good for you," Anna said sarcastically, a remark which you ignored, as you heard the footfalls approach the room.

You raised your gun as they came into view, your gunshots joining the chorus. It was a short fight; your opponents were relatively inexperienced, which considering your current lack of a Kevlar vest, worked in your favor.

The biggest rule in your line of work was making sure the enemy was defeated before stepping out into the open and revealing your position. And as another captor charged through the door, rifle raised, Anna broke that rule. Even a Kevlar vest wouldn't stop a rifle shot from a range that close. The shot would probably kill her. You could let it.

But as much as you hated her, you loved Bucky more. And losing Anna would crush him. There was never a choice for you. You slammed into her, knocking her out of the way. You would sacrifice anything for Bucky. Even your life.

The bullet hit you instead, smashing into your abdomen even as you saw the man who shot fall from one of Hansen's bullets. Your blood was searing hot against your fingers as you fell and in the next second Hansen was looming over you, saying something you could not understand-

You felt your head roll to the side as everything went black.

Waking came slowly. You felt like you were underwater, anchored only by your hand in someone else's, your tether. Eventually there was noise: the lull of voices, the steady beep of a heart monitor, the thump of your heart in time. Last came light, filtering through your eyelids until you finally forced them open, blinking hard as everything swam once before coming into focus.

"Y/N?" Bucky's voice, full of worry. "How are you feeling?"

"Bucky?" you croaked, grimacing. Your voice was scratchy from disuse.

"Yeah, doll, it's me. I'm here. You're gonna be okay," he assured you, squeezing your hand. "Here, you want some water?" You sipped from the cup he held to your lips, which chased the dryness from your mouth.

"I got shot," you said, memories becoming more clear as the fog left your head. He set the cup aside.

"You scared the hell out of me," Bucky said, concern on every line of his face. "Someone said over the comms that you were down and I snapped. I don't remember anything after that until I saw you in that room, just lying there as the medics tried to stabilize you enough to get you in the ambulance. There was so much blood."

"I don't remember any of that," you told him. "Only Hansen as he tried to keep me awake."

"I'll never forget it." There was a beat of silence. "All I could think about was the last thing I said to you. I'm so sorry, doll. You're the most important person in the world to me, and I'm sorry that I acted like such an ass. You were right."

"Obviously, but you may have to be more specific," you said. "Of course I forgive you, Buck. Maybe it's the painkillers mellowing me out, but I do forgive you."

"I don't know what I would do without you," he said, pulling his chair closer to your bed. "You knocked Anna out of the way."

"Yeah. Pretty stupid, but I couldn't let her die, not when you care about her so much."

"Cared. Past tense. It was over the second I heard you had been hurt, because of course it has always been you, will always be you, but-" Bucky glanced away, his jaw clenching. "Hansen told me what happened, kept me from ripping the medics away to try to help you myself. Anna said she didn't see why I was making such a big deal out of it, because I had chose her, like she thought that she would somehow ever compare-" he cut himself off again.

"What did you do?" you asked, curious.

"I told her we were done. And then I got in the ambulance with you and didn't look back," Bucky said, squeezing your hand. "You were right about her all along. Why didn't I listen to you?"

"Because you're an idiot," you told him, offering him a small smile. "I'm sorry for what I said too. You didn't deserve to be called a bastard."

Bucky laughed. "Yes, I did. If I was in your place, having to watch some guy who would never be good enough put his hands all over my girl-" he stopped talking, a blush creeping up his neck. "You're not- Sorry, you're not my girl, I never should have-"

"I like the sound of it," you said quietly.

His eyes snapped to yours. "What?"

"I can't say my dislike of your ex-girlfriend was only due to her character," you said, a sheepish smile on your face. "Don't think I was a big enough person to like her, not when she was dating the man I'm in love with."

It had rolled off your tongue so easily, like it was always meant to be said, and with the way Bucky was gazing at you (as if you were the one who had hung all the stars in the sky) you could not regret it.

"I love you," the words tumbled out, rushed, and he leaned forward to press his lips to your forehead, whispering the words again. "I always just assumed you didn't feel the same. But how could I not, baby? You've been with me through it all. You will always be my first choice. I love you, how could I not?"

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Even thought it was beautiful just like everything you write 💕💕💕, my heart needs healing after the one sided Harringrove drabble 😭😭😭. Would you be open to a tiny little both boys are nervous to confess their feelings only to find out the other feels the same way?

tapes up your heart with duct tape Here you go! This is longer than any drabble I've fulfilled thus far haha, so so much for tiny! This is also a ton of Robin meddling so I hope in addition to it being fluffy for the boys, it's also kind of silly on behalf of Robin. I hope you enjoy!!

Robin is laying on her back with her head hanging off Steve’s bed, trying to do her eyeliner. She keeps poking herself in the eye and Steve keeps gesturing to his desk which might be easier to use. But she says stabbing herself makes it look more punk. She also says that Steve looks sillier like this and she wants to see him at his maximum silliness. 

“He doesn’t like me, Robin!” Steve insists, adding a final spritz of hairspray on the top of his head. He’s kind of gotten away from the three perfect sprays since his hair basically touches his shoulders now, at the back. 

“He does. Steve, I am a lesbian so that means I’m smarter and better at knowing these things than you are,” Robin retorts, pulling her eyelinger pencil away from her face. “You should just tell him.”

Steve turns to her, slamming his hairspray can on his dresser. “No! I’ve already told you, I’m not going to say anything to him because I don’t want to risk our friendship.”

“You risked our friendship by telling me and what happened? Nothing. Maybe, we even became better friends because of it!”

Steve sighs and he fights the urge to run his fingers through his hair because he literally just got finished doing it. “I know that but this is…this is way bigger stakes, Robs. I don’t just have a crush on him, I have like…a megacrush on him. I want to make him french toast in the morning and cut up fresh strawberries for him! Not use jam or the canned pie filling! Actual, fresh strawberries that I would slice by hand!”

Robin sits up and snorts at him before bursting out into full blown laughter. “Steve Harrington, you are the most dramatic person I know. You should tell him because he feels the same way and not telling him is torture for you both.”

Steve makes a bunch of gestures with his hands before finally dropping them with a resounding smack on his thighs. The doorbell rings a moment later and Steve grabs his jacket off the back of his desk chair. “No and don’t you say anything either because we’re just going to a movie, we’re not ruining Steve’s life.”

Robin follows him out of the room, chuckling the whole way. Apparently, this was a job for Robin Buckley, amateur matchmaker. 

***

Robin and Billy don’t hang out as much as she hangs out with Steve, but she still knows he has a massive crush on Steve. Because she’s seen him primping for a date while she hangs around to have a girls’ night with Jane, Max, Erica, and Nancy. And she’s seen him get ready to hang out with Steve and it’s the exact same pattern.

And Billy’s been going on less dates. Just in general since he got out of the hospital, but even before that. When he had a tentative truce with Steve going on and would visit Scoops occasionally. Robin would sit in the back with her whiteboard and doodle them kissing in the corner until Steve came back. It’s cute. 

But Billy is also adamant about not telling Steve. Though, his reasons are a bit more grounded in reality.

“People like us could be killed, Robin, if we’re not careful,” Billy insists and he turns around to stare at his ass in the mirror again. 

“Billy, William, disaster gay, I know this, but we could also be killed because we know government secrets so maybe live a little,” she tells him. She’s sitting on his bed now but she’s not doing anything. Max and Jane are making popcorn while they wait for Erica and Nancy. 

Billy turns to her and holds both fingers out, shaking his head. “No. I’m not risking it. Especially because Steve could react badly and that would be a disaster.”

“Billy, he talked about Bruce Springsteen for forty-five minutes yesterday. His music is not good enough to justify that level of worship, he’s just obsessed with the guy’s sweaty chest!”

“No. End of story. Don’t test my limits,” Billy snaps as he walks out of the bedroom. He’s hanging with Steve and Jonathan tonight. They’re probably all going to get high. Robin is only minorly jealous. But she gets to sit next to Nancy, so. 

Robin follows him out of the bedroom and leans against the wall opposite the coat rack as Billy gets ready to leave. “Okay well, life isn’t a movie, so it’s not going to magically work out unless you say something.”

Billy flips her off as he walks backwards out the door and Robin rolls her eyes. Billy might be more dramatic than Steve sometimes, it’s hard to say. She glances at the kitchen for a moment and smirks to herself. Maybe it’s time to use a little Robin magic. 

***

It’s become clear that Billy and Steve won’t ever say anything to the other person without a little nudge in the right direction. And Robin happens to love nudging people or shoving them in the right direction, so she decides to take matters into her own hands. 

It’s a slow day at Family Video because Tuesdays are always slow. Their busiest days are Fridays and Sundays because people check out on Friday and return on Sunday. But slow days means she can do her homework at the counter while Steve goes in the back to rewind the tapes. It also means that she can steal Steve’s keys from under the counter for just a few minutes. She calls to tell him she’s taking out the trash. 

Robin had tried to impress a car girl once, it’s honestly time well spent. Just a quick pinch or two and her setup will be perfect. Steve can’t resist Billy looking into his car and Billy will probably crack under the slightest bit of pressure. She’s going to buy a bag of popcorn on her way out.

When Keith shows up to close up for the night and do the drawers, Robin tosses Steve his keys with a smile. She does buy herself a bag of popcorn and slings her book bag over her shoulder to walk out to his car. It’s still a little light out, which is perfect for what they need. 

Steve gets into the driver’s seat and Robin is trying to suppress a smile. He turns the key and she hopes he’s not looking over. It stalls. He waits a moment and tries again. Another stall. Steve curses and tries for a third time before laying his head on the steering wheel. 

“Oh my god,” he mutters and shoves his way out of the car. Robin follows a little more sedately, making gesturing motions at the car like she might be of some help. Steve doesn’t know she knows anything about cars. 

Steve gets on the phone, begging Billy to come take a look at it and if nothing else, drive Robin home while Steve waits for a tow. Billy promises to be there soon, step one- complete. 

They wait outside, leaning on Steve’s bumper while Billy’s new Stingray pulls into the lot. It looks like something James Bond would own but Robin knows Steve practically drools over it. For a guy who can barely change a tire, he seems to love Billy’s car. 

Billy gets out and Steve pops the hood, waving his hands around as he explains the issue. Billy’s leaning over the engine and his torso looks long and lean. Steve keeps talking in circles, getting distracted, step two- complete.

Robin pulls out her bag of popcorn and peels it open, taking a handful. She leans against Billy’s car and watches them argue, it’s getting dark fast. Her pocket is a little heavy. Step three- nearly there. 

It really is like watching a movie because Billy asks Steve to stop talking and Steve tells him he has a flashlight in the car, just let him go get it. Then Billy snags Steve’s polo and points at his engine, demanding to know if he has any enemies and Steve goes pale because that can only mean one thing. 

Robin slides a spark plug out of her pocket and tosses it in the air, catching it a couple times. 

“Billy, oh my god, what if it’s the government?” Steve asks desperately, tugging on his hair. “What if I said something and now they’re out to get me? Oh shit. Shit. Shit.”

Billy sighs, long-suffering and smooths his hands over Steve’s shoulders, shaking his head. “Stevie, it’s not the government. It’s probably just some punk kids playing a prank on you or-” he looks over at Robin and she’s caught. Step four- check and mate.

“Or it’s an asshole that goes by the name Robin.”

“Robin?” Steve asks, furrowing his brow. “What?”

Billy stalks over and holds out his hand. “Spark plugs. Now.”

Robin holds one up, dangling it over his palm. “You get one now and one when you…confess.”

“Now,” Billy repeats. 

“Robin?” Steve asks again, sounding lost and confused. 

“Steve, confess and you can have your spark plugs back!” Robin tells him, wiggling the one in her fingers around. “I’m tired of dancing around this.”

“Confess what?” Steve tries, but his voice has gone a little high and nervous like it can where Billy’s concerned. 

“Confess.”

“Fuck! Fine! Steve, I have a massive, gay, stupid crush on you, okay? Robin, give me the spark plugs.” Billy thrusts his hand out again, impatient. His temper is so easy to manipulate.

Robin drops both of them into his hand with a ‘thank you’ and an emphatic look at Steve.

Steve’s jaw is hanging wide open and he looks at Billy as he stalks back over to shove the plugs back in. “Are you serious?”

Billy fixes him with a mutinous glare. “Yes. And if you say shit about it, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Steve waits until Billy has the hood slammed shut before he reaches out to curl his fingers around Billy’s wrist. “Can I say that I feel the same way or will that also get me killed?”

Billy’s eyes go wide too and his expression softens. He looks vulnerable, Robin eats another handful of popcorn. Way better than any romance movie on the shelves right now. “You for real?” Billy whispers. 

“Yes,” Steve murmurs, nodding quickly. “Serious as a heart attack.”

“Kiss!” Robin shouts, tossing popcorn kernels at them. 

They bang their noses together in the first lean-in, but get it right after that and Robin’s not even mad that she doesn’t get home until well after dark. 

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Stranger Things Egg Baby AU, Steve and Eddie's Not So Egg-cellent Adventure

"Favorite color?"

"Purple. Favorite song?'

"Don't have one."

"You can't be serious Munson." Steve looked up from the his worksheet at Eddie slightly annoyed. The school library they had parked themselves in was almost completely empty. The elderly librarian that sat at the front desk was asleep. Well at least Steve hoped she was asleep, he hadn't seen the older woman move in quite a while now. But he ignored it, instead trying to focus on the questionnaire he was filling out with his health partner. Eggbert "Eggy" Pop was sat on the table, wrapped in Munson's skull handkerchief. "You're in some crappy metal band, you have to have a favorite song.''

'It's not crappy." Eddie said and Steve rolled his eyes. "You just don't get it."

"Oh I'm sure that's it."

"Says the man who's favorite song is Dancing by Myself. Seriously dude, Billy Idol? How much more basic could you get?"

"You say basic, I say it's a classic. And at least I know what I like."

"I like a lot of stuff." Eddie huffed as be continued to doodle on his worksheet. Glancing over Steve saw the would be rockstar drawing some weird gorey skeleton thing. Eddie noticed him staring and moved his arm to hide the drawing. "I can't pick just one favorite song. There's so many."

"Well I need one for the answer sheet."

"Fine. Rainbow in the Dark by Dio. Happy?"

"Yes." Stev looked over the answers, grabbing his calculator to do some math before scribbling down the answer. "According to this, it appears we have a 6% compatability rating as a couple."

"Not surprise there." Eddie stared at his paper disinterested. "Seems our little Eggy Pop here was most likely the result of a drunken one night stand. Born to a broken, unloving family." The high-schooler dramatically raised the back of his hand to his forehead with a sigh.

"Why are you making up such an elaborate backstory for an egg?"

"I'm a dungeon master, it's basically my job." Eddie shrugged. "And he's not just 'an' egg. He's our son. Who happens to be an egg."

"Whatever, but I'll have you know that if this was an actual kid, I'd be a great parent." Eddie snickered. "What?"

"You? I can't even imagine you being a parent, let alone a good one." Steve responded by rolling up his worksheet and giving Eddie's shoulder a hard thwack. "Ow! Not cool dude, you could at least wait until Eggy's asleep before you start hitting me."

"You are literally impossible." Steve frowned.

"I want a divorce." Eddie replied as his watch began to go off. "Crap, got band practice at Jeff's place. You got Eggy?

"Yeah, just remember to pick him up tonight."

"Meet you at the 7/11 on Oak Street for a drop off? Round eight?" Eddie asked and Steve nodded, carefully picking up their health project. The former king of Hawkins High waited until Eddie was out of the room before stroking the egg in his hands and whispering to it.

"Hey don't listen to him, you're not unloved."

~~

"-and then he implied I was a bad parent! He doesn't know me! I'd be a great parent."

"But you said it was just an egg."

"That's besides the point." Steve said as he and Dustin continue their search of the neighborhood for the creature the middle schooler had dubbed Dart. Little Eggbert was still clad in Eddie's hankie as he rested in the teenager's jacket pocket. "What would he even know about parenting?"

"I don't know but he sounds super cool. I didn't know you guys had a DnD club."

"Ugh. Of course you'd think he is." Steve held the nail bat in his hands tight as they carefully explored the woods near the Henderson household. When the kid, Dustin, he was friends with Nancy's brother, came up to him saying he needed help, he didn't expect he'd be spending the rest of the day trying to hunt down a weird alien lizard thing the kid had been keeping to try and impress a girl. It was getting dark now and knowing that a cat eating lizard was out there somewhere made him nervous. "Listen, it's getting late. We can restart the search tomorrow after school but I've got somewhere to be."

'What? You got a hot date or something?" The preteen asked, nudging Steve in the side with his elbow.

"Something like that." Steve watched the kid reach into his backpack and pull out a walkie. Handing it to the taller teen. "What's this?"

"Emergency walkie talkie. If you see Dart or anything else weird, call in a code red."

"And what? You guys are literally a bunch of kids. What are you even going to do?"

"I don't know but just call us if something happens, got it?"

"Yeah whatever. "

A couple of days ago Steve was the top dog at school, now he was taking orders from a preteen on what to do on case he ran into pet murdering alien. Making sure Dustin got back to his front door safely before returning to his car. Putting the key unto ignition, the teen glanced over to his dashboard clock to see it was almost nine.

'Shit,' Stev cursed as he put the car into drive and began to drive towards Oak Street. 'Eddie's going to be pissed.'

~~

"I don't know who you're waiting for, but I don't think they're coming. " The clerk behind the 7/11 counter said as she watched Eddie refill his cherry slurpee for the third time in the past half hour.

"I don't remember asking you." The metalhead snapped. The girl shrugged, redirecting her attention to the magazine she was reading. Despite his annoyance, the teen knew she had a point. Looking at the watch on his wrist to see it was nine o' five.

"Damn it Harrington.'' The high-schooler cursed as he realized Steve forgot or just ditched him. Tossing the slurpee into the trash as he left the convenience store. Going around the back of the store, the teen pulled a cigarette out of the carton. Lighting the smoke, he took a long drag to try and calm his nerves. 'Probably shouldn't be too surprised. ' Eddie thought to himself as he inhaled the smoke. A list of reasons for why Steve wasn't there ran through his head. Hoping their project was still in one piece, Eddie brought the cigarette to his mouth again when he heard it.

A weird animalistic growl but something was...off about it. Looking up he saw something moving in the bushes just a few feet away from the back of the 7/11. Eddie found himself frozen in place as he watched something emerge from the brush. In the shadows, at first he thought it was a stray dog. As it got closer, Eddie dropped his cigarette in shock when he saw it in greater detail.

"What the fuck-?"

[neonponders]

Saw this ADORABLE comic about soul mates being able to write on their skin and it showing up on their soul mate’s body, so ~

Steve’s always written on his body. He’s often gotten drawn doodles in return. It’s fun, like a magic trick. For some reason he doesn’t often piece together that it’s another person on the other end of this meta telephone line.

But he can tell when they’re upset, because whatever he writes gets smeared and blurred. Silenced.

Eventually he draws a heart and a question mark on his wrist. He stares at his arm all day, holds it outside of the shower so it doesn’t wash off. He wakes up to the heart turned into a fully tattoo or album design.

Puberty leads to way more penises being drawn on Steve’s body than he’d like to deal with. He retaliates by drawing clowns and receives a large, bold NO. 

They play games too. This or That, where Steve writes down options and the other side circles their answer. It’s how he learns that the person is allergic to gluten.

Cake or pasta.

Stop giving me things I can’t eat.

You can’t eat cake?

Ha you’re bothered by the cake but not the pasta?

Lactose intolerant?

No celiac

What

It’s a disease. I can’t digest gluten. Bread. Flour.

Is it contagious?

Pff no just stop giving me shitty options.

Steve knows the person is left handed because his right arm is the designated soul mate arm, while he writes on his left. One day he feels a tickle on his right arm that begins to crawl all the way over his shoulder to his chest. Which would be fine, if he wasn’t sweating in the summer sun at his parents’ country club event.

He excuses himself to the bathroom and rolls up his sleeve to gape at the freaking tattoo design actively crawling over his arm. Steve always has a marker or pen on him so he quickly scrawls, I’M AT AN EVENT PLS STOP

You wearing shorts?

I wish but no?

Steve feels his legs itching and tickling for the rest of the afternoon. Admittedly, the drawings get better and better, and they make him laugh. Unicorns prancing on his legs, ejaculating suspicious sparkles and crying hearts licking each other. It’s so not his style, but they’re from his person, so he leaves them on until he asks to wash them off.

Why are you asking?

Because drawing’s hard? You took a long time drawing this stuff.

If I wanted to keep it, I’d put it on paper.

Then arrived senior English and Steve could only remember quotes for tests if he cheated with them on his arm.

I can’t say sweet things. But you are beautiful.

Are you flirting with me?

No, it’s some dead guy. I have a test in ten minutes. Don’t erase!

Ha Tender is the Night. Good luck

YOU READ????? HELP

OF COURSE I READ WTH

Hellllppp meeeee

FSF slaps, read it yourself.

wHaT and I can’t in 10 minutes!

F SCOTT FITZGERALD omg lost cause

Thing is....everyone knows Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove are soul mates because the idiots keep their noses to their arms instead of looking up to see each other across the frigging class room. Until -

“Gentlemen? Steve. Billy.”

Their heads perk up at the teacher moving amused and concerned eyes between them. The rest of the class watches like an audience riveted to episode 10 of a dramatic sitcom.

“Move your conversation to after class, please, and wear your jackets during the test.”

Their heads whipped to each other -

that new guy, asshole Billy Hargrove

pretty boy, Harrington, can’t get through gym without cleaning his shoes -

and the class uproariously laughed at their faces turning beet red.

[vickkinha]

Some headcanons because i have a lot of them pt.1?

(Remember it's all my headcanons)

Nancy Wheeler

she doesn’t like candy that much, she would prefer something salty than something sweet

probably named at least one of her guns

she sometimes is clueless, like if someone tries to make a joke she will ask questions and say "i don't get it" until everyone just gives up on explaining

her notebooks usually have lots and lots of doodles

Smells nice, really really nice

facts, she knows a lot of fun facts and casually drops them in the conversation

Talks about jonathan a lot

she loves to tell stories about anythings

will hear you talk about things you like for hours because she loves to hear you being so passionate about things

Loves to watch movies, most drama but sometimes she likes horror movies

eddie munson

he would love to get other people to like metal or dnd

He doesn’t like when you touch his hair but likes to touch yours

he enjoys others company most of the time, he sometimes just stays with you in silence doing something just because you're there

he loves his guitar, wont let you touch it unless he is with you and sure you wont drop it or something

he likes horror movies but get paranoid when he watches them, wont admit it tho

he likes to jumpscare people, wich causes some problems like that time he jumpscared Steve and ended up punched in the face 💀

He let dustin choose a tatto for him once, a bad idea cleary but he got a really bad tatto just so he didnt let dustin down

Robin buckley

She really likes music, she sings its not bad but it isnt good either, but either way you love to hear she sings

will joke about anything 24/7

takes things to literally sometimes

She panics easily and only calm down after a while

Needs instructions to do the most easy thing

Loves dogs, like she can not pass by one without almost crying while petting them, never had a dog tho

had a cat once, it ran away and she never had pets again

hugs, hugs, hugs, hugs and the best hugs

dramatic, will hold you in place so you don't go away

loves to paint her nails even tho she doesn’t know how to make it look nice

probably would give her friends those 2$ rings because loves to give out presents

draws, not too good but its not ugly

has a sketchbook filled with drawning of her friends

Steve harrington

man will take any excuse to take off his shirt

let robin paint his nails like once, he didn't like it but stayed with it to not make her sad

Dont jumpscare him, he is more fight than flight

he will not go out without getting his hair nice

is worried about the kids 24/7

his favorite kid is max but don't tell the others

tried to play dnd once to make dustin happy, he didnt understand ANYTHING

confused 24/7

says he likes horror or action movies but in reality loves romance movies

he doesnt like to cry infront of people because his parents said it was stupid to cry :(

Likes dogs and cats, dont want neither of them, thinks he cant take care of it properly

his hair is his weakness, if you touch his hair he probably will melt

when he gets drunk he gets either crazy or sleeps a lot

i have a lot more about all the character will post more later maybe lol

[draculcid]

thinking about domestic harringrove.

little things like them sharing a blanket on their tiny loveseat couch after a long day at work, billy kissing his boyfriend’s forehead when he wakes up early in the morning, steve getting into bed much later than billy but still pulling him in to cuddle, them fighting over whose turn it is to vacuum, them packing each other’s lunches for work and leaving little notes every morning (things like ‘i love you,’ or ‘good luck on your meeting today!’ or tiny doodles of sharks and cats. and the most common notes are the ones with romantic threats), billy getting really dramatic when he’s sick because he’s used to being coddled now and steve just rolls his eyes at him but still pampers his boy and makes him soup and runs him a bath (billy enjoys his ‘sick perks’ and considers faking being sick just so steve can stay home from work with him even after he’s ok again).

yaaaa i just <3