#this is the main reason i do not like that chrissy girl. like come on

[merriclo]

“girl math” “girl dinner” “explaining this for the girlies” shut the fuuuck up oh my god how do y’all not see what you’re doing. stop infantilizing femininity and reestablishing the exact gender boundaries y’all claim to want abolished !!!!!!!! STOP IT !!!!!!!!!!!

[carolmunson]

8✨ with virgin Eddie cos he’s the loml

'I look you in the eyes, I try to read you thoughts. I ask you to go with me, to a far off place.' virgin!eddie (well, not so virgin anymore) from the 'the nerve' one shot. (18+, references to drinking. implied stancy wedding.)

Eddie didn't really love to dance. He always felt awkward, never really getting the beat to anything that wasn't related to a guitar slung across his chest. His hips always moved too jerkily, he never knew where to put his hands. When Mrs. Mitchell from across the park tried to teach him to waltz for prom he stepped on her toes so much she needed a brace.

It didn't even matter for anything, he didn't go to prom. That's another reason he doesn't like dancing, or dances. Couples nuzzling close while they hold their partners -- what was the point when no one was gonna dance with 'The Freak' anyway?

He drums his fingers along the white cloth covered table to the beat of the DJ's thumping music, sipping his third glass of pinot noir. You had stepped out to run an errand for Nancy and Steve after the ceremony, 'maid of honor' duties you called it. Something about fashion tape and bandaids for blisters. While the music slows down he feels his heart sink, another dance where he sits alone in the low light. It comes back to him in a haze, two months before his senior prom -- He woke up early to take a shower and shave the little facial hair that had started to grow on his upper lip and chin. Painstakingly finger coiling every wave on his head with gel he knicked from the five and dime down the street. He asked Wayne if he could borrow his smart black button down and Wayne even pressed it before he left for work the night before -- hanging it up in the living room by the mugs. He wore he least ratty jeans and cleaned his Reeboks with a toothbrush and bleach. Eddie had never felt more together, more sure, and if he would say so himelf -- more handsome than he did that morning.

He cracked open his campaign notebook to the last page where he'd scrawled a script he'd been working on for at least two weeks:

Hi Chrissy What's up, Chris? How are you, Chrissy? Hey Chrissy.

I know you might not be expecting this but This might come as a surprise, but I was wond It would be an honor if Would you want to go to prom with me? Prom?

It was the first time he was ever at a loss for words. Tripping over himself any time she'd ask for a pencil in Bio or walk by the drama room on her way to cheer practice.

He stopped at Melvald's for a small bouquet of daffodils -- it was all they had that morning, and made his way to school, stomach full of butterflies while he played the potential outcome in his head over and over. He knew he had to have caught her looking every now and again. Giggling at his jokes in class. Always asking him for a pencil or a ruler when she could ask anyone else.

He parks in the spot furthest from the school, using the brisk walk to calm his nerves. With a few rolls of his shoulders he pushes through the main doors to his locker, only four down from Chrissy's. She'd be there any minute, ponytail bouncing, lips glossed.

He leaned against the wall, checking his watch and each end of the hallway, a flurry of students making their way in and out. The humdrum of the morning making his heart beat faster, the slamming of metal, the sneakers on the tile.

And there she is -- a blonde beacon of something special. She's smiling -- grinning. Looking right at him. He gets up off the wall, heart racing -- This is it Munson, he thinks, you're gonna ask her.

Chrissy's smile turns into a jump, a celebration of sorts -- and from behind him, another cheerleader appears, running up and jumping with her. They hug tight, screaming the way girls do when they're excited about something.

"He literally made a sign for the whole team to hold on the field!" she titters, "I can't believe he asked me!" "You're going to prom with Jason! Ahhh!" her friend screams back.

Going to prom with Jason.

Jason Carver? That asshole?

The hallways spins, his heart has never dropped so fast before. He'd never felt something so fast before. Dissappointment? Embarrassment? Rage? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that Chrissy was going to prom with Jason Carver, and everything he planned was for nothing. Just standing there in the hall way with --

"That's a pretty bouqet, Eddie," Chrissy voice floats by, bringing him back to himself, "Whose the lucky girl?"

Coulda been you, he thinks.

His face sours, "Wouldn't you like to know."

Eddie's heart breaks again when she backs off, making her way to class when the bell rings. He chews on the inside of his cheek the whole way out of the school and back to his van -- making sure the shove the daffodils in the trash on the way out.

Right now feels the same, the only young guy sitting around while couples get up and jump around to Whitney's I Wanna Dance with Somebody when the music switches. He finishes his glass of pinot, sighing while he stands up to get another at the bar. He knows better, but something his gnawing in the pit of his chest -- that ache. He wishes you'd come back so he didn't have to keep putzing around like a lost puppy. Even Dustin had Suze out on the dancefloor.

Another ten minutes pass and he's settled back down at the table, the speakers rumbling down to a slow beat again, Luther Vandross's gentle croon floating over the room. Eddie swallows.

'Always and forever, Each moment with you, yeah Is just like a dream to me That somehow came true, yeah...'

It's then that he feels a warm hand on his back, sliding up to his shoulder, nails gliding comfortingly into the back of his hair. "Hi handsome," your voice like salve on his heart, "Did you miss me?" He turns, entranced by the way your dress hugs you and the scent of the perfume you have on tonight. There was no denying he picked right, no denying that he was right to wait for you this long.

"Of course, sweetheart," he smiles, smiling into the kiss you lean down to give him.

"You've just been sitting here while I was gone?" you furrow your brow, "C'mon, get up. Come dance with me."

He flushes, "No, no I'm...I'm not good at it..."

"Neither am I," you shrug, offering your hand, "C'mon."

He looks at your manicured nails, the bare finger that he wants to put a ring on now more than ever, then up at you. That little smirk you give him has never sold him quicker. With a deep breath he takes your hand, letting you lead him to the dance floor.

"Y'know, I've never slow danced with anyone," you say quietly, guiding his hand to your waist while you hold the other close to his shoulder. Eddie pulls you close, nose to nose, toe to toe. He can handle the gentle sway you start him with, a slow two step, winding bodies.

"Not even your ex? Seriously?" Eddie asks, mesmirized by your glossy lips.

"He never wanted to dance at the weddings we went to," you shrug, "Always thought it was lame. But I like to dance."

"What about prom?" he asks.

"I um," you look down and back up at him, "I didn't go to prom."

"No? How come?"

"Uh," you offer a tight smile in rememberance, accepting it, "No one asked me."

Eddie stops moving, hand holding yours going to your cheek. "No one asked you?"

You shake your head, "It ended up being okay, had a movie night with some other weirdos."

He remembers his own anti-prom with the guys, pizza and beer that he got Rick to buy for him.

"But it's okay," you reassure, "Cause now I get to have my first slow dance with you."

"We're doin' a lot of firsts together, aren't we?" he teases.

"Yeah," you nod, "And this is like, y'know, kinda like prom." "Sort of," he laughs, pulling you tighter, two stepping again to the rhythm. You give him a mischevious smile, teashing.

"Are you going to the after party? I hear they're gonna have winecoolers," you joke.

Eddie grins, boyish, "Oh yeah, yeah, I'll be there."

"Good 'cause uh," you lean to to whisper, giggling at your own bit, "They're gonna play seven minutes in heaven."

"No way," he gasps in fake astonishment, "Is there uh -- is there anyone you're hoping to land on?"

"Well um," you flick your eyes as him flirtily, "There's this one guy."

"This one guy?"

"Yeah and I was hoping like, after the dance." you continue in an exaggerated Valley Girl accent, "We could like, make out after."

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, voice deepening, smoky.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, we can um," he leans in to kiss you, deep and slow, "We can definitely make out after."

[ebongawk]

WAIT OK I HAVE ANOTHER ONE it’s prob cheating to send two so you can save this for another time but!!!! just chrissy fidgeting w eddie’s jewelry. his rings, his necklace. like she’s anxious abt smth and over time learned instead of like biting her nails or pulling hangnails or smth he’ll let her do that

Chrissy always had an issue with biting her nails.

As a child, whenever she was anxious about school, or nervous about dance competitions or cheer routines, her nails found their way between her teeth, chewed ragged and brittle.

Her mother called her disgusting. A ruler or wooden spoon was often produced, seemingly from thin air, to smack Chrissy across the back of her hands whenever they found their way into her mouth.

The main reason she started painting her nails was because the chemical taste of the polish made her nauseous. As her issues with food worsened, nausea became increasingly harder to control, and she found herself in the bathroom more often than not.

Her nerves, however, found new ways to ruin her.

Using those pretty nails she now sported, Chrissy dug into her cuticles. Picking at dry skin or tiny abrasions, creating hangnails she could then tear away.

Jason called her disgusting. Lightly smacking her hands with his own or with his school notebooks. Telling her constantly that every part of her was so pretty, but she was ruining her hands. Ruining the illusion of beauty he cast upon her by reminding him that she was human.

She couldn't break up with her mom. But she did break up with Jason.

Free of his oppressing weight, the urge to pick at her nailbeds lessened. It didn't disappear completely, of course, but she found healthy skin growing over her tiny scars.

Then she started hanging out with Eddie. And, for a little while, she didn't even notice how her fingertips stopped bleeding.

One day, sitting at the lunch table Eddie and his friends occupied, Chrissy's mind had been sloughing through the finals they had coming up. She was decently confident about most of them, but O'Donnell could be killer when it came to testing. Often asking things not covered by the study guide, so she and Eddie had spent the past four afternoons in his bedroom, textbooks open and flashcards made, trying to get one another ready for their teacher's unhinged brutality.

Her anxiety, during this thought spiral, had heightened exponentially. She stopped moving all at once when she remembered that Sandra had taken a bad scrape during practice yesterday – cheer season was over, but Chrissy was determined to keep the younger girls occupied through the year so they wouldn't be so rusty when they came back in August – and she'd used her last band-aid for the scrapes.

Sighing, Chrissy looked down to inspect the damage.

And saw Eddie's hand in her lap.

She glanced over. Eddie was still fully engaged in whatever conversation he was having with Jeff – his unoccupied hand twisting and twirling through the air to accentuate his points. But his left hand was loose between hers, one of his rings twisted to face his palm.

Chrissy twisted the ring back to right. Then did another circuit, finding it strange how natural it was to fiddle with his rings.

Looking up at Eddie again, he met her eye with a curious smile. Tilting his head to one side in silent question that she just shrugged at, instead scooting the tiniest bit closer and dropping herself seamlessly back into the conversation.

She didn't think of it again for a few weeks. Until she and Eddie were tucked up at his home, watching some British scary movie called Underworld and sharing a bowl of popcorn. They'd started the evening next to one another, but as the movie progressed, Chrissy found herself almost entirely in Eddie's lap. Curling into his side with every scary part, until her knees were tucked up to her chest and her feet were pressed between his thighs.

Every jump scare made her wince, shoving her face into Eddie's shoulder and peeking through one eye until the scary parts were over.

The movie was almost completely finished before she registered Eddie's hand in her lap. Her fingers twisting the rings around his over and over, slipping them up and down his knuckles.

Her nailbeds had never looked so healthy.

Remaining quiet until the previews ran, Chrissy slipped from Eddie's lap, standing and stretching as Eddie moved to flip on the light.

"What'dya think?" he asked, picking up the popcorn bowl and a few stray kernels before walking it into the kitchen. "Weird, yeah? Did I fill your weekly scary movie prescription, Miss Cunningham?"

She'd told him, ages ago, that she wanted to start liking scary movies, because he loved them so much. They now had a weekly movie date, watching something from his repertoire of slasher films before loading one of her favorite romance tapes into the VCR.

(Tonight, it was Breakfast at Tiffany's.)

"Yes, Dr. Munson, it was exactly what I needed," she said around a grin, walking into the kitchen with him. He had his back to her, squatting in front of the fridge for another movie snack, and Chrissy wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Hoisting herself onto his back and pressing her cheek against his neck.

Beneath her, Eddie let out a little chuckle. Something Chrissy turned her head to taste with her lips against his spine.

"That freaked out, sweetness?" he asked, grabbing a jar of the strawberry jam he kept just for her and a couple cans of Coke before standing. Keeping herself firmly affixed to his body with her legs around his waist.

"No," Chrissy answered. "Just wanted to be close to you, that's all."

Eddie huffed, setting his wares down and yanking her further up his back. Situating her to be a little more comfortable before he grabbed peanut butter and the half-eaten loaf of bread from the pantry.

"Yeah?" He paused in his actions, setting the clean butter knife he'd just grabbed next to the jam. "We can, uh. We can get a hell of a lot closer, y'know. If that's your real aim here."

Gosh, he could be such a boy sometimes. Chrissy snorted, burying her face in his neck.

"But what about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"

"Audrey Hepburn will be waiting for us when we're finished, sweet girl." The hand around her knee slid up, gently stroking the outside of her thigh. "Or we can put her on in the background. Make her bear witness to our incredible physical connection."

"Eddie."

"Chrissy."

Rolling her eyes, Chrissy tapped her healthy, wound-free fingertips against his collar.

"Bedroom," she finally said, laughing loudly when Eddie whooped and threw a fist in the air before sprinting down the hallway.

After, as they lay together in a sweaty pile of contentment, Chrissy snuggled into Eddie's chest. Eyes closed, relishing in the smooth, easy way his hand drifted up and down her side, from her hip to her ribs and down again.

"Eddie?"

"Hmm?" He took a final puff of his cigarette before ashing it.

"When did you notice that I pick at my nails?"

He hummed, rolling that thought around in his mind.

"I dunno," he admitted after a moment. "Early, I guess? Beginning."

Tapping her fingers against his stomach, she took his hand where it had continuously been drifting against her skin, bringing it up and pressing her lips against the rings.

"How come I didn't realize you distracted me?"

"I can't answer that, sweetness," he responded around a shrug. "I just figured you needed something to fiddle with. Better my hands than yours, in my opinion."

Chrissy paused, letting that sink in, before she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"What, so you were gonna let me pick at your nails?"

Eddie just shrugged again, a new grin stretching his cheeks. Dimples coming to life under her disbelieving grimace.

"If that's what it took."

"Eddie, that's so gross."

"Guess it's good you picked at my rings and not my nails then, huh?"

"Why would you let anyone––"

"Not anyone," he interrupted, taking her hand in his and letting her fingertips fall across his lips. "Just you."

Oh, the way he could so simply send a swarm of butterflies to flight in her stomach.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself," he said after a moment, honesty dripping like honey from his words. Sprinkling droplets of sticky sincerity across her skin, so she'd feel the mess of his truths for days and years to come. Waggling his eyebrows, he finished by saying, "But I don't mind if you hurt me a little sometimes."

"Eddie."

"Slap me, baby, I know you want to."

"Oh, my God."

[hbyrde36]

No Vacancy

Chapter 3: Out of Order

WC: 5248 | R: Explicit | CH: 3/12 | AO3 | Now Complete!

Ch 1 Ch 2

*CHRISSY*

Chrissy was hiding in her small office tucked in the back of the lobby, behind the front desk, hunched over in her chair and staring at the stack of bills that were threatening to overwhelm her. 

No sooner would she pay off one invoice than two more pop up in its place. They just kept on piling up no matter how hard she tried. 

She was alone for the moment, keeping an ear open and the door cracked to keep an eye on things while Robin was busy outside playing in the dirt with Steve. Chrissy didn't mind, though. it wasn’t as if they were that busy in the mornings. Someone just needed to be around on the off chance that one of their very few guests stopped in for some extra towels, or if by some miracle someone popped in needing a room.

She sighed.

If things didn’t pick up soon she didn’t know how they would make it through the coming winter, when business would grind to a halt as the weather cooled and the beaches were abandoned.

It was normal for a new business to struggle and Chrissy thought she’d budgeted well enough for the possibility but the motel had needed far more repairs than either she or Robin had anticipated—not to mention the fact that they had dropped the ball a little on advertising. 

They'd been too late in signing up for the local Community Guide, which meant they hadn’t been listed with the other hotels, motels, and b&b’s in town, and had only just gotten a tri-fold pamphlet printed and delivered to the welcome center on the way into town a few weeks ago.

For what it was worth, Robin did have a cousin who was getting into computers and promised to build them a website. They agreed to let him do it, mainly because it wasn’t going to cost them anything, but the internet was new and Chrissy doubted anything would come of it. 

No one would be booking vacations on there.

Suddenly Chrissy heard the main lobby door swing open, wincing as it slammed loudly into the wall from being thrown open too hard. 

And, that would be Robin.

They really needed to invest in some door stoppers.

Chrissy hastily grabbed the stack of mail that she’d been scowling at for the past forty five minutes and shoved it into her bottom drawer, just managing to get it closed again before Robin peeked her head in the doorway.

“How’s it going?” Robin asked.

Chrissy’s response died in her throat as she took in the other girl’s appearance with wide eyes.

Robin wore only a black sports bra and a pair of small electric blue running shorts, and her face was flushed the most lovely shade of pink. A side effect of the heat, the hard work, or both, but Chrissy couldn't take her eyes off the beads of sweat that ran down Robin’s chest to disappear between the well of her breasts.

“Chris?”

Oh, right. Robin had asked her a question. 

Shit.

“Fine, yup! All good here!” Chrissy giggled, the sound a little higher than usual. 

Her voice did that when she was nervous—and these days she was always a little nervous around Robin, terrified that her friend would realize that she had fallen head over heels in love with her.

Chrissy cleared her throat and changed the subject, trying to regain some dignity. “So, what did Steve have to say?”

Robin pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, shaking her head. “It wasn’t him. That asshole… I mean, your best friend, brought a hook-up back to their room.”

“He didn’t!” Chrissy gasped, throwing a hand over her mouth.

“Oh yes he did!” Robin said, eyes filled with murderous intent.

“Please don’t kill him.” Chrissy squeaked, nervous now for an entirely different reason. She knew how much Robin loved Steve, and how protective she could be of him. Why did Eddie have to be so predictably stupid! 

“I’m sorry, he can be such an idiot sometimes!”

Robin shook her head. “He’s safe, for now, but he’s on thin ice.”

“How did Steve take it?”

“He pretended like it was fine, but you know how he can be. He thinks Eddie hates him. I did finally get him to admit his crush out loud though.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes. “As if it was a big secret.”

Robin didn’t smile at the comment the way Chrissy thought she would, and was quiet for a long minute before she spoke again. 

“Do you think… maybe he’s right? Are we wrong about this?” Robin asked, tentatively.

The thing was, Chrissy knew her best friend better than he knew himself sometimes.

Eddie tried to present himself to the world as this hard, carefree, badass guy, when deep down he was the most sensitive soul she’d ever met. She knew he was growing homesick, in a way. Not for Hawkins or some other specific place exactly, but a connection, someone to call his own. 

He hadn’t said as much to her directly, but she could see it in his eyes and read it between the lines of his letters. He acted like love was the worst thing in the world, like he didn't need or want it, but she knew it was a lie. 

Everyone needs love. 

And Eddie—poor, sweet, beautiful, infuriating knucklehead that he could be, deserved it more than most. He’d been there for her, time after time, whenever she needed him, and God help her she was going to do this for him. 

This would work, she was sure of it, they just had to stick it out and hope Eddie got out of his own way. 

“No,” Chrissy answered eventually. “ we’re not wrong. Eddie’s just in denial and too stubborn for his own good. He pretends to forget who Steve is one minute, then complains non-stop about him the next, and yet can’t tell me a single thing Steve ever did directly to him except stare at him too hard. Which, of course, you and I both know was for gay reasons, and not because he wanted to beat him up.”

“Right, but does Eddie know that?”

“Fair point. But c’mon, Robin!” Chrissy stood, taking both of Robin’s hands and squeezing them. “I just know if they spend a little time together they’ll figure it out!”

Robin's face softened a bit, but she still looked a little skeptical. “Are you sure? Steve was trying to hide it but he was really upset. Maybe we should just tell them the truth.”

“Absolutely not Robin, are you kidding?!”Chrissy’s heart began pounding in her chest. “Eddie would never speak to me again if he knew I set him up like this!”

Robin stilled, and Chrissy felt all the blood drain from her face. 

“What is it?” She was almost afraid to ask.

“The sign, the no vacancy sign—Steve noticed and I panicked. Told him we were waiting for a maintenance guy to fix it.”

Okay, no need to freak out just yet.

“Did he believe you?” Chrissy asked.

“I think so? But honestly I’m kinda surprised they haven't caught on already since there's hardly ever anyone else around.”

“Because they’re both too distracted with each other to notice!” Chrissy insisted excitedly, even if she wasn’t feeling quite as confident as she was trying to sound. “See, our plan is working!”

“I hope you’re right.” Robin said, squeezing her hands back before finally stepping fully into the room and plopping down in the only other chair. She smelled like coconut tanning oil and sunshine.

Chrissy swallowed thickly. “D-did you send him to the laundromat on Broadway, like we talked about?”

Robin nodded. “Yeah. When did Eddie leave?”

“About 25 minutes ago,” Chrissy answered after checking her watch. “He should be just going into the dryer when Steve gets there. They’ll be stuck together for at least 45 minutes.”

“Okay.” Robin released a long breath, sinking down in her seat. “Let’s just hope this works.” 

*EDDIE*

Eddie felt like he’d been set up. 

Sure, it had all worked out fine, even if it did turn out that he was maybe, slightly, a little bit wrong about Steve Harrington. 

He’d heard the guy out and it’d all seemed genuine enough, but fuck, when Steve had walked into that laundromat so scantily clad—sweaty, smeared with dirt, and all that fucking chest hair peeking from under his tank top?

Eddie never stood a chance.

He could have resisted, probably, had the guy been even the slightest bit of a dick, but no, he had to be sweet, and charming, and a little bit pitiful, and oh god. 

Steve said that Eddie made him nervous. What a fucking notion. 

So yeah—he’d folded like a card table.

In the days following their impromptu lunch hangout, Eddie found that life in the motel room was still fraught with tension, it was just a different kind of tension now. 

He was suddenly glad for their opposing schedules on a whole new level. It turned out that the only thing worse than living with renowned asshole Steve Harrington, was finding out that he was in fact, not an asshole at all. He was thoughtful, kind, funny, and a little bit dorky, and so, so incredibly hot.

How could one afternoon have changed things so much?

Okay, fine. He’d been hot before, Eddie could admit that much to himself now, but being attracted to someone based solely off looks was a completely different problem than admiring the way Steve chewed on his lower lip when he was nervous, or the way he’d giggled anytime Eddie cracked a joke, even if it wasn’t remotely funny, and– 

Oh.

Oh shit.

Not good. 

This was not good.

Eddie hadn’t had a crush on a straight guy in years. Honestly he hadn’t had a crush on anyone in years, but that was by design. He’d been witness to heartache before and been there to pick up the pieces for his closest friend more than once. He had no interest in ever going through something like that again, least of all for himself, and It seemed to him that the best way to keep from getting your heart broken was to just not let your heart get involved in the first place. 

He needed a hookup and he needed it now. Anything to clear his mind of these thoughts of Steve.

Steve spread out beneath him, sun kissed thighs begging to be caressed.

Steve kissing him goodbye to the backdrop of the sunrise as he left for work.

Steve shooting him soft smiles through the mirror as they brushed their teeth side by side.

Eddie could deal with the horny thoughts, those were normal, but this domestic bliss fantasy bullshit?

That was more than he could handle. 

It was Saturday morning, about a week after the fateful day that Eddie had finally surrendered and given Steve a chance to explain himself. 

He woke slowly, stretching like a cat as he rolled over and opened his eyes for the first time that day. The sight that greeted him stole his breath away. 

Steve was still there, sitting up in his own bed, a pair of wire rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose and a book resting in his hand. He didn’t seem to have noticed Eddie’s return to the land of the living yet, too engrossed in what looked like a romance novel of all things to notice Eddie's eyes on him. 

Unable to look away, he studied Steve openly while he had the chance, taking in the way his glasses—

Since when did Harrington wear glasses?

—complemented his face and made him look so much different, and somehow even more attractive than the teenage Steve he remembered. His hair was a mess, stuck up in all directions as though he had been fighting enemies in his sleep, but that only added to the cute factor. And though his bed was made, the blanket tucked in tighter than even the housekeeper could manage, Steve was still in his pajamas and just generally looked comfy and snuggly. 

Ugh, Snuggly?

Eddie coughed loudly, choking on the thought which finally managed to rouse the other man’s attention.

Steve smiled at him, wide and unguarded, eyes sparkling. 

Eddie’s stomach flipped, and he forced a yawn, trying to hide whatever it was his face might be doing. 

“Day off?” He forced out, throat dry from sleep and absolutely nothing else.

“Yeah.” Steve answered softly. “Coffee?”

Eddie nodded dumbly and sat up, shivering a little as the cool air hit his suddenly exposed chest. He never slept with a shirt on—truth be told he usually slept naked, but he didn’t think Steve would appreciate that.

Steve spun, stepping towards their small kitchen. “And, uh, how do you take it?” His voice sounded a little rough too. Maybe they had the air conditioning turned down too low or something. 

“Oh,” Eddie hesitated, he hadn’t expected to be like, waited on. “Um, just fix it how you’d make it for yourself.”

A moment later Steve was back, handing him a steaming mug and Eddie… Eddie didn’t know how to handle that.

No one had ever brought him coffee in bed before.

It did not seem like something that should have made his cock twitch with interest, but that’s what happened. He nearly spilled the cup, rushing to sit up straighter, shuffling around to make sure the mound of blankets in his lap would hide his predicament. 

He was half hard from being handed a cup of coffee. 

Pathetic. 

Mercifully, Steve began to talk, seemingly unaware of Eddie’s situation, and clearly felt more comfortable now after their day at the laundromat. As much as Eddie was struggling with his newfound and unfortunate attraction, he was glad. Steve looked so happy as he animatedly shared stories from his long days at the beach—missing children found safely after wandering off to make new friends, seagulls swooping down to steal an entire sandwich right out of a man’s hand, teenagers who thought they could sneak beer onto the beach in coolers without anyone noticing.  

He practically glowed, telling Eddie about it all as he walked around the room getting ready for the day, even shouting through the open bathroom door while he fixed his hair at one point, which was fucking adorable and definitely not helping.

Eddie didn’t even need to add much apart from a hum here or a single word answer there. Steve seemed to know somehow that he would need to carry the conversation until Eddie was more fully awake. Eddie was happy to let him do it, too. On top of being his normal not-a-morning-person self, he was kind of at a loss for words. 

Steve just kept surprising him. 

At one point though, the other man trailed off, looking at Eddie in that nervous way that he had before things had changed. “Did you maybe want to get lunch today? With me, I mean, and–uh, my treat this time. Only fair after last week." 

And Eddie had never been so glad that he had to work, and had a legitimate reason to say no. He didn’t want to be rude to the guy, not anymore. They were friendly now, if not exactly friends, but he couldn’t handle another afternoon in the face of Steve Harrington's charm until he got this thing under control and out of his system.

“Sorry, man. I would but it’s Saturday, I have to be at the bar early. I think I'd have to sell my soul to get a Saturday night off. It’s alright though, I make some of my biggest tips on weekends.”

“Oh.”

Steve looked so disappointed, and it was all so unexpected that without thinking Eddie quickly added, “next time though. I’m all yours.”

And immediately wished his bed would swallow him whole. 

Why did he have to say it like that?!

At least Steve didn’t seem to pick up on the flirtatious nature of the comment. He just smiled, nodded, and began pulling clothes out of his drawers. 

That was it for Eddie, the last straw. He finally jumped out of bed, leaving the remainder of his coffee to go cold on the night stand as he hightailed it to the bathroom and slammed the door without another word. He needed a shower anyway, and he definitely did not need to watch Steve get dressed.

Eddie turned on the spray and once the water warmed up, stepped into the shower, letting the warm water pour over him as he lightly banged his head into the wall over and over again. 

This was an absolute nightmare. 

To make matters worse, he’d always had a bit of an overactive imagination but today it had a mind of its own, leaving him fully hard and aching within seconds—overwhelmed by fantasies of Steve sneaking into the bathroom and slipping into the shower behind him. His big hands reaching around to grasp firmly onto Eddie's cock, as his own hardness was pressed firmly against his ass. 

He could practically feel it.

Eddie moaned involuntarily and took himself in hand, setting a brutal pace right from the start. He threw the other hand over his mouth, terrified of what might come spilling out, of what Steve might be able to hear when he was just on the other side of the thin wall. 

Of course, the idea that the other man might hear him was apparently a major fucking turn on, and Eddie resorted to biting down on the heel of his hand to stop himself from shouting Steve’s name as he came in spurts, painting the wall of the shower with his release in record time. 

He hadn’t even caught his breath yet when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Fuck. 

Eddie’s heart hammered in his chest like he'd been running a marathon, but he tried to sound as normal as possible when he called out, “Yeah?”

Steve's hesitant voice carried through the door. “Sorry, I just wanted to let you know I was gonna head out. Robin said something about painting a shed today, figured I would go help her since you're busy.”

Eddie rested his forehead against the cool tile and squeezed his eyes shut. Relieved that Steve hadn’t heard what he was up to, but—what he was supposed to say? And was he crazy or did Steve sound genuinely sad that Eddie had to work?

A long beat of silence went by where Eddie assumed Steve must have left, but eventually his voice came again from the other side of the door. “I’ll uh, see you around?”

“Yeah, okay! See you around, Steve!” Eddie shouted back, feeling a little like an idiot, and a creep.

He waited until he heard the outer door close to finally relax and begin the process of actually showering. He washed quickly, but took care to condition his hair a little longer than usual so he could work his best feature to its full advantage later that night. He was even more sure now that he needed to fuck or be fucked by someone else, anyone else, a soon as possible, before this thing about Steve got out of hand. 

In that same interest, Eddie took his time getting dressed. He was working, ultimately, so his outfit choices were limited, but his uniform of sorts had worked just fine for him before. Again pulled on his tightest black jeans with the rips in the thighs and his cropped work tee—he even added a few extra rings to really draw attention to his deft fingers. After smoothing some product through his hair, he called it done, deciding to leave his curls down for the night for good luck.

Eddie was on the prowl all night, as much as he could be anyway when he was stuck behind the bar mixing drinks and pouring out beer after god-awful beer. He might have grown up in a trailer park, but even he thought Bud Light was an atrocity. 

This Saturday was even busier than the last, meaning Eddie was being run absolutely ragged, but that also meant it didn’t take long for him to find a perfect willing target for his mission. 

He was a pretty young thing, with bouncy chestnut hair and hazel eyes that kept catching Eddie’s own from across the room with a shy little smile. 

Eventually pretty-boy made his way up the bar, getting a round for himself and his friends. He was shy at first, blushing and stumbling over his words as he attempted to rattle off his order, but opened up beautifully once Eddie started peppering him with compliments. 

Though the young man’s style was a little preppy for Eddie’s taste, he still laid it on thick, telling him how good he looked in his shirt, how the color set off his tan. And he might have been talking out of his ass, but it was working!

By the third round of drinks he’d managed a lingering arm touch and flustered pretty-boy into a whole new shade of red. He also found out that his name was Evan.

Unfortunately, somewhere around midnight Eddie got slammed and lost track of his hopeful conquest for over an hour. 

When he finally came back up for air, and the line was no longer three deep in all directions, Eddie took a look around, bummed to find that the corner Evan and his friends had been hanging out in all night was now empty. 

The idea briefly crossed his mind to try and find someone else to play with tonight, but it was nearing closing time, and if he got a head start on his side-work at least he could get home early and get some sleep.

He began to clean, and had his back turned, putting clean cups away, when he heard someone plop down a bunch of empty pint glasses on the bar behind him. He groaned, turning, ready to be annoyed but was pleasantly surprised to find that it was Evan.

“Hey there sweet thing, I thought you left without saying goodbye. Another round?”

“No, thanks, um,” Evan stuttered out. “My friends left a little while ago. I just thought maybe I'd help out a little by bringing these up here.”

Eddie smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You wanted to help out, Is that right? Any particular reason you wanted to help get me off as quickly as possible?”

The younger man blushed for what had to be the dozenth time that night, looking adorably nervous. For a second it reminded Eddie of Steve and Christ, he had to knock that shit off right now.

He took pity on Evan and poured him one last drink on the house, sitting him down at the end of the bar where he would have the best view while Eddie bent and stretched as he reset the bar for the next day. Anytime he looked up Evan’s eyes were glued to his body and Eddie knew he had hit his mark well.

He couldn’t believe he was going to have to do this again. 

When the bar finally closed, Eddie had tried to convince Evan to bring him back to his own hotel room, but apparently pretty-boy was a poor college student sharing a single room with no less than six other guys, and not even in a sexy way.

He had no other choice but to take him home. 

Finally feeling a little more comfortable, or perhaps loosened up by the last drink Eddie had given him, Evan talked a bit about himself as they walked towards the Buckingham—telling Eddie how he was the only gay guy in his friend group but that they all knew and accepted him.

It stunned Eddie a little to hear first hand how things were changing for people like him. They still had a very long way to go and he doubted they would ever be fully welcomed in the mainstream of society, but inch by inch people were opening their minds to different lifestyles and possibilities. If frat boy Evan from North Carolina could find a group of friends willing to accept his sexuality, then maybe there was hope for the future.

As happy as Eddie was for him and his support system, he really needed the guy to stop talking. This hook up was starting to feel a little too much like a date, and that was not the objective here. 

At the next opportunity Eddie took matters into his own hands, pulling the other man into a dark alley between buildings, and crashing their lips together.

Pretty-boy quickly grew long and hard against his thigh and Eddie smiled into the kiss, breaking it soon after so they could complete their journey—at a much more reasonable pace this time and one hundred percent less talking. 

When they reached the motel, Eddie—once again—slipped into his and Steve’s room while his guest waited outside. 

He crept quietly across the floor until he was right next to Steve’s bed—no idea why he was being so careful when he was going to wake the guy anyway, but he couldn’t seem to help it.

Eddie reached down to shake Steve’s shoulder, trying and failing not to look at the other man’s face as he scrunched his nose and slowly roused, taking a deep breath and letting his eyes flutter open.

He smiled softly as his eyes fell on Eddie, but the happy expression dissolved quickly as he seemed to realize what was going on. Eddie was taken aback for a second, not sure what that was about, but decided Steve was probably just annoyed at being kicked out again. 

Which was fair.

Steve rolled out of bed, blanket in hand, and headed straight for the door, looking everywhere but at him.

“I’m sorry.” Eddie found himself saying to the other man’s back as he followed.

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve threw the words over his shoulder, not stopping or turning around.

Eddie’s throat tightened, a weird chill working its way up his spine. He almost called out for Steve to come back, though he didn’t really know why or what he’d say. In the end he kept his mouth shut and stuck to the plan. 

It was better this way. 

He would get this shit out of his system so he could be normal around Steve. He could make it up to him later for interrupting his sleep. 

It would be fine.

Eddie took his time with this one. 

No amount of rushed blowjobs against a wall were going to do what he needed done. He needed to fuck, deep and hard. 

They started out slow, making out for a while but eventually ending up with Evan on all fours while Eddie worked fingers into his hole, getting him warmed up and stretched out, brushing over that sweet spot inside of him. 

It wasn’t long before it became too much and Evan’s arms gave out, sending him face down into the mattress—not that either of them were complaining—and Eddie wasted no time rolling a condom on and getting himself lubed up. 

He bottomed out quickly and easily after the prep work and was soon pounding into Evan's hole with reckless abandon until the other man was a drooling mess and they both shouted their release.

Eddie pulled out carefully, collapsing to the bed beside Evan as he relearned how to breathe—tears he couldn't quite hold back suddenly pricking at the corners of his eyes.

This was getting out of hand now.

He’d been doing fine at first, enjoying the various moans and whimpers he pulled from the other man, until he realized with sudden horror that Evan looked a lot like Steve. Once he’d seen it, he couldn’t unsee it, and by the end it was only by the skin of his teeth that Eddie managed to cum with a wordless sound and not the wrong name falling from his lips.

He wanted to scream. 

Eddie was losing his damn mind and that was the only excuse he had for why he allowed Evan to scoop him into his arms and hold him as he silently cried. If the other man noticed his tears, he was polite enough to ignore it—a gesture Eddie was incredibly grateful for—and in a moment of weakness, or maybe in return for Evan’s kindness, when his cheeks finally dried, Eddie offered to walk him back to his hotel.

But first he had to find Steve and let him know the coast was clear. 

It was awkward as hell striding up to Steve where he sat by the pool this time. Eddie felt guilty about the fact that he had just cum for the second time that day with his roomate on his mind. 

He had a hand out ready to nudge Steve awake but found he already was—staring off into the distance with a dazed look.

“Hey, are you okay?” Eddie asked.

Steve startled, all but throwing himself from the chair, and with arms wrapped tightly around his middle he finally looked up to meet Eddie’s gaze. His face was puffy, eyes red rimmed like maybe he’d been crying too. Or maybe Eddie was just projecting.

“I’m good, um, fine,” Steve said, rocking back on his heels. “I guess this means I can go back to bed now?”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathed, the word, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. “I'm uh, just gonna walk Evan back, so the room is all yours again.”

“Evan, right.” Steve mumbled, moving past to head towards the stairs.

Eddie followed. “Thanks, by the way. For being so cool about all this.”

Steve stilled, pausing his stride though he didn’t look back. “Like I said, don’t worry about it, Eddie.”

Evan’s hotel wasn’t far from the Buckingham, so it didn’t take long to get there. They didn’t really speak as they walked—Evan looked tired and frankly too fucked out to care, and Eddie’s head was too much of a mess to make small talk.

They shared a passionless goodnight kiss at the hotel’s front gate, and then Evan was gone, and Eddie was left alone with his thoughts.

It was the last place he wanted to be. 

He made his way back to the motel growing more furious at himself with every step, even taking his anger out on a very full trash can at one point, toppling it over and sending garbage spilling all over a neatly manicured lawn. 

No one would be around to see at this hour, but still he ran, and kept on running until his legs burned and he was too out of breath to continue. He’d passed the Buckingham a while back but just kept going. He wanted—no—he needed to make sure Steve would be asleep before he went back, he could not face him again right now. 

When Eddie did finally make his way home, Steve was softly snoring.

Exhausted, both mentally and physically, he stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed, finding that his sheets now smelled like a stranger. The whole room smelled wrong, in fact. Where before the air had held a mixture of his and Steve’s natural scents, with a hint of the fancy cologne that the other man would sometimes wear, now it was tinged with sex and regret.

Chapter 4

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Please, (it's a recommendation) watch danganronpa another despair academy, it's a fangame with nothing to do with the franchise so there won't be any spoilers 😭 that would be great

The game actually starts with a disclaimer for spoilers for the other games, just a heads up for anyone else checking it out. But I digress-

I've started checking out Chrissy's corner's let's play! I'm not one to watch let's play's normally, so i probably won't finish watching her play. Danganronpa definitely seems like the kind of game that's more fun to play than watch.

I'd actually seen Danganronpa: the animation, and I enjoyed it. Though it's been awhile, I think I was in middle school.

tldr; it's a long game, so I might not end up watching the whole thing, but it's good even though it kind of feels like a complete re-hash of Trigger Happy Havoc (at least at the start)

As for the fan game itself, the main character kind of bugs me. The intro gives a lot of "not like other girls/Wattpad totally not an OC Y/n" vibes, which kind of works for the premise (it's less "not like other girls" and more self-deprecation) but it's really not my thing.

Honestly the characters are pretty good character wise, their dialogue isn't super jarring (most of the time, but some of it might be translation discrepancies), but some of their skills are kind of unbelievable. I had the same reaction as Chrissy when we met the pilot and were told he's been flying since he was five. I've only seen the animation, but they all had reasonable skills for highschoolers.

The character designs are all super cute though! Some of the characters do look super similar to characters from the other games though.

I take back what i said about the dialogue, I can totally see some of it being translation issues but like... the sprinter and the sniper's "It's my bad habit from when I was 6!" and a couple of other unnecessary expositional lines during the introductions are weird.

It seems really similar to what I remember about the animation, which was based on Trigger Happy Havoc.

Honestly it seems like a fun game, and I kind of want to play it. In fact I'd rather play it than watch it be played. Unfortunately i do not have time for this game, Chrissy's play through looks like it comes out to around 48 hours, so maybe this will end up as background noise until I get bored of it. The first episode ends with the prologue, so I'll definitely at least watch to the end of the first trial.

I hate the teacher, i hope she dies first, my favorite is surgeon girly (Kanata?). I will admit that the characters are good, the unlikable characters are meant to be unlikeable and aren't so because of poor writing.

I'm assuming our character, Yuki, has some kind of double personality like braid girl from trigger happy havoc.

Honestly this game kind of just feels like a re-hash of trigger happy havoc, maybe I wouldn't notice if Chrissy didn't keep drawing comparisons but it's kind of just making me want to watch the animation or even play trigger happy havoc (but I should probably finish Angels of Death first).

I think some of the tension, like why no one is coming for them, would work better if I didn't know the twist at the end of trigger happy havoc.

If the game was shorter, I might watch through it all, because I'm actually fairly entertained but again the playthrough comes out to close to 48 hours. But I definitely plan on watching more of the play through, i just don't know if I'll finish it.

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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 2

Chapter 2 out of 28

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

In this chapter, Steve settles in with the cheer team, finding real friends that are by his side. They work towards the competition and compete, which Steve enjoys enough to maybe consider staying a little bit longer. A conversation with Dustin and Will convinces him.

On AO3.

Ships: eventual steddie & buckingham

Warnings: eating disorder, period typical homophobia, bullying, f-slur, child abuse mention

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Chapter 2: The Competition

Steve has first period biology with Heather, who is waiting at the door to walk with him. They get some looks from people as they pass and Steve hopes that the rumor that will go around is that they’re dating instead of Steve Harrington has become a cheerleader.

He skips over going to his locker, because everyone knows where his locker is and it’s a place where he’s an easy target.

By the time lunch rolls around, he has to admit that he hasn’t had this good a day in a while. The constant presence of the cheer girls that either intimidate people or whom people want to impress, means that he doesn’t get pushed around as much. And it’s nice that he can talk to someone during his classes instead of just holding his head down and hoping no one looks at him.

The cafeteria feels just as daunting as yesterday. Eyes follow him as he crosses the room and goes to sit at the cheer table. Mutters float up all around him and he feels his chest tighten as he hears some of the words that are thrown around behind his back.

A small hand on his arm snaps him out of the impending sense of doom and he looks up to meet Chrissy’s eyes.

She’s a sophomore he learned yesterday and she looks a bit uncertain about touching him. However, she pushes through it and smiles at him. Chrissy doesn’t mention anything about the whispers and just says: “Coach Miller was in a bad mood when I had her today. I think we’re running laps later,” and wrinkles her nose.

Steve laughs and asks: “Not a fan of laps?”

“Not really, no,” she smiles.

“Ugh, laps are the worst,” Susan butts in. “Like running isn’t that bad, but coach always makes us do special running. Like heels to butt or knees up and it’s so tiring.”

Now that she mentions them, Steve has seen the cheerleaders running in ways that always looked exhausting to him. He grimaces and comments: “Oh yeah, I remember those. They looked like they suck.”

That earns him some giggles, especially when they remind him he’s now a part of it too and his face falls.

After that lunch is bearable. The cheerleaders are fun to talk to, though in a different way. It’s not a competition of who did the wildest shit or insulting each other, instead they just lean in a talk about classes, a new shirt they got, something they’re not looking forward too.

Steve doesn’t chime in much, content to sit there instead of outside or in a bathroom. He starts to feel normal again, surrounded by girls and getting some envious stares. He’s not interested in any of them, but it’s nicer than what’s been happening.

After school, they go to practice. Steve decides to change in a toilet as to not have to face the boys and he has brought his tracksuit for after practice.

Coach Miller is indeed in a bad mood and they run more laps than necessary, in Steve’s opinion at least. He’s an athletic person, but at the end he’s also reaching for his water bottle like a dying man in the desert.

However, when practice is over, he feels content. There is something to putting in an effort and it going right that feels good. Yesterday, he was the main reason not everything went well and though he has a bit to go, today he fared much better.

He drives Lisa home again, along with Chrissy, whose mom couldn’t come get her and told her to walk home. Steve thinks it’s ridiculous to expect anyone to walk a few miles after practice, not to mention that Chrissy didn’t even bring a snack. She refused the one he offered, but did take him up on the drive home.

And this is how most of the week goes.

There are still comments thrown at his head and whispers that go around, but he is a Harrington and Harringtons hold their heads up and ignore rumors about them. His mother has been ignoring the infidelity rumors for long enough and Steve has always been more like her.

The biggest thing that happens to him is on Thursday, when he gets to his locker to find the word fag smeared over it with paint. People around his start to giggle and point as they see him with his locker. But Steve just stands there frozen as he sees the word.

He knew this could happen when he said yes. It’s the reason he said no first. Because this is what people think of him now, this is what his father can never hear.

Steve is a Harrington and Harrington men are the epitome of masculinity. They play basketball or swim. They marry a cheerleader, they aren’t one. Because being a cheerleader means being a faggot and that is the worst thing one can be.

For years Steve has lived with this knowledge, molded himself to it. But now he stopped listening to the voice of his father, who is always in the back of his mind. Look where it got him.

And it’s not like he can deny it. That’s the worst part. Not performing King Steve continuously has opened his eyes to some of the things he did, because he felt like he had to, instead of because he wanted to himself.

So, he realized alone in his room that all the girls he went after, he did because they were desired by others, which meant it was a win to get them first. It wasn’t because he actually liked them. He never has.

When he saw Nancy with Jonathan, he was hurt, sure. But he was more jealous of Nancy for being held by Jonathan than the other way around. And ending the friendship with Tommy hurt more than the break up with Nancy.

It feels like everyone knows that now.

His vandalized locker stares back at him and he takes a breath before opening it, ignoring the word written there. If it looks like it affects him, it will only be used against him more. He just has to ignore it.

Still, he’s out of it for the rest of the day and the cheer squad notices. Lisa offers him half her cookie and Chrissy just leans her head against his shoulder without saying anything, letting her presence comfort him. The two have become his closest friends.

It’s not until they’re done with practice that Lisa says: “We can go clean it off if you want. No one is around anymore.”

On some level he knew that they had seen it, but it still makes the shame burn in his face. He looks to the ground, his shoulders tightening. Pretending it doesn’t affect him, he shrugs: “It doesn’t matter.”

“We know,” Chrissy says. “But I know where Billy’s locker is.”

Both of them look at Chrissy with wide eyes, not expecting that from the tiny girl. She grins at them and says: “I have some paint in my locker. Come on. Can you imagine his face?”

“He might not have done it,” Lisa says. It’s quiet, before she concedes: “Okay, he definitely did. But what do you want to write?”

“Not that word,” Steve buds in, unsure when they exactly decided they’re going to do it. He doesn’t want to be that guy anymore.

“I was thinking something like: Baby needs his paci,” Chrissy tells them. “Since he’s been acting so childish. It’s like he’s my baby cousin, who didn’t get his way.”

They all laugh at the image and Steve snorts: “Alright, fuck it. Lets do it.”

First they get cleaning supplies and rid Steve’s locker of the word. It feels a bit like doing a cleanse, a fresh start. Steve knows it won’t stop, but that doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have to let it mark him, he can shrug it off. Wipe it away.

When they’re done with that, the parking lot is empty, the entire basketball team has gone home, so they sneak to Billy’s locker. Lisa and Steve do the text, while Chrissy paints on a pacifier, all of them giggling.

Steve likes having friends he actually wants to be around, who stand up for him instead of dropping him for the newest shit in town when they can.

He misses it when Billy finds his locker, but when he later passes it, it’s dented as if someone punched it. It gives him a bit satisfaction.

In the weekend, he desperately tries to do his school work that has gone undone because he’s been training so much. It feels a bit like he’s a sophomore again and he was just making it in the basketball team.

On Sunday he drives the kids to the arcade again. They’re good kids. He grumbles about it all, but he does like the little shits. They’re fucking hilarious and he feels a sense of protectiveness over them.

Apparently it goes both ways, because when all the boys are distracted, Max slides up to him and asks: “Are you okay?”

He gives her a surprised look and says: “I am. Why do you ask?”

She shrugs, looking a little embarrassed and explains: “Oh, uhm, Billy- he has been spitting all sorts of vitriol at home. Talks about you. It- It isn’t nice.” She looks guilty on Billy’s behalf. “Just wanted to check he was keeping his promise.”

Steve doesn’t have it in his heart to tell her that promises to middle schoolers mean nothing to someone like Billy and that he has been getting pushed around for months already. They look up to him, he has to be strong for them. They don’t need to know this.

“Yeah, he has,” he assures her. “Just doesn’t appreciate that I’m preventing the cheerleaders from going on a date with him.”

“Iew,” Max groans, misinterpreting his words like he had intended. Steve might not be smart, but never let it be said that he can’t be manipulative when he wants to be.

He shoots her a wink and she rolls her eyes, before walking away with a groan. It gets the attention of Will, who quirks a brow at Steve. Steve smiles at him, getting more unwanted attention off of him.

And life goes on. His locker gets left alone for the following week and he only gets tripped up in the hall once. A few people yell names at him, but he’s become immune to it.

On Wednesday he first witnesses that the cheerleaders meant their promise. Over the week and a half he’s been sitting with them, they all have become more comfortable with his presence and have gone back to gossiping about crushes and stuff that Steve never knew girls talked about. It makes him feel like a spy. It also makes him feel included, but isn’t telling them that.

The fact is, he knows that Mary has a crush on Brad on the basketball team. She has had that crush for ages and Steve has caught her staring a few times at him during practice.

However, Brad is also the one that tripped Steve up in the hallway this week, then called him a queer after. Mary had been waiting for him in the hall so they could walk to practice together, since he doesn’t have a shared class with anyone that period.

Right now, Brad is coming up to their table with all the confidence in the world. It isn’t really a secret that Mary likes him and since she is junior and he a senior, he doesn’t think she will ever say no to him. No boy asks in public if there is a chance he’ll get a no.

“Hey, Mary,” he starts, leaning against the table next to her as she smiles. “I got an extra movie ticket for Friday, wanna go with me? I could come pick you up for dinner too?”

Steve is waiting for the moves he knows so well from all the times he has asked a girl out. The ducking eyes, hair tucking and giggle, before a blushing yes is said.

Instead everyone is surprised as Mary looks up at him with cold eyes and says: “No, sorry. I don’t go out with boys, who are mean to my friends. It’s not a good look.”

Brad rears back as if slapped in surprise and frowns as he tries to think of what he has done. Mary very deliberately looks at Steve, who is sitting a few seats down trying to give Chrissy a sandwich because she forgot lunch.

He follows her look and makes eye contact with Steve. He glares at him and Steve can’t help but smirk back. This type of vindication is rarely felt. He has a seat at the table again. He has influence, a social currency that he can use.

Because the cheerleaders are making good on Molly’s threat, which hadn’t been taken seriously by anyone until now. If you bully Steve, you are not getting a date.

With a scoff Brad stalks of again, having to ignore the whispers that start to follow him, like Steve has had to do for months now.

Steve isn’t surprised when his car is keyed when he leaves practice. At least they didn’t slash his tires, that would have been worse. He can still drive the car like this.

Still, as Brad walks away, he feels bad for Mary, who has had to blow her chance with her crush for him. Softly he taps her on the shoulder and says: “You didn’t have to do that,” when she looks back to him.

She smiles reassuringly. “It’s okay. I didn’t like him much after what he did to you anyway. You’re a good guy, Steve. It’s nice that you look me in the eyes for one. Plus, if we don’t stand together, the pyramid starts to crumble, you know. We made a promise.”

“Oh, okay,” Steve says, not used to someone picking his side so unequivocally. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Mary tells him, then turns back to her conversation as Steve does the same.

That weekend is the weekend of the competition. They all have been practicing religiously to the point where Steve sees the stunts as he falls asleep. Not that he minds, it’s better than those creatures that are haunting his dreams.

They all get to the school early on Saturday. They have quite the drive to the competition and it makes Steve feels like he’s playing basketball again and they have competition at another school. In some regards, sports will be sports.

Chrissy usually sits next to Emma, but since Steve is replacing her, he ends up next to Chrissy on the bus. Something he doesn’t mind.

He counted on being next to Chrissy in fact. He noticed she never eats enough and that isn’t good, especially not for an athlete. To the basketball team it was always stressed how important eating enough is. He doesn’t hear that much on the cheer squad.

So, he brought an extra granola bar and is trying to give it to her. “Come on, Chris. You got to think of it as fuel. If you eat now, you won’t get a stitch during the game.”

“We don’t call it game,” Chrissy laughs as she corrects him, ignoring the rest of what he said.

“Competition then,” Steve corrects himself. “Please, Chrissy. I’m afraid you’ll faint otherwise. I’m not good enough at catching to do it when you’ve blacked out.”

“I have eaten breakfast,” Chrissy tells him, looking slightly uncomfortable.

Steve doesn’t want to push her, he is only concerned for her. He remembers being unable to stomach much after that evening at the Byers house. How he had nearly fainted during basketball practice and how scary that had been. He doesn’t want that for her.

“I know,” he says with a soft voice. “I’m just worried about you. Feel like I’m going to snap one of your bones one of these days. You’re so thin.”

“Girls are thin,” she replies as if she is reminding him of something that has been said many times before. However, she softens a little at his concern.

Steve guesses those words are the root of the problem. It’s not something he knows how to fix, except by continuing to offer her food and hope she takes it. So, he holds up the granola bar and says: “Will you take half? For my peace of mind?”

Chrissy bites her lip and Steve is completely still, not wanting to scare her off. “Sure,” she gives in and Steve resists the urge to fist pump. Instead, he breaks the bar and hands her the bigger part. She eats it, only when he does.

They’re interrupted by Heather, who is leaning over the seat behind them. She has a sparkle in her eyes as she said: “Did you hear about what happened during fifth period yesterday?”

“No, what happened?” Steve asks, mingling himself in the gossip in a way he wouldn’t have allowed himself three weeks ago.

“I share the class with Eddie Munson, the drug dealer. You know him?” she begins, launching into a story how he climbed out of the window when the teacher’s back was turned, because he wanted a smoke.

Steve thinks it’s quite funny and it fits with what he knows about the metal head. He doesn’t know him well, but he has always noticed him. He’s quite dramatic and doesn’t seem to care much about school.

For a long time, Steve thought he hated Eddie. A hatred that came from admiring his confidence, but ever since he realized how he looks at boys, he has realized that it has never been hatred, always something else. Eddie is quite handsome and funny and charismatic… Not that he’ll ever tell anyone that. It would be stupid and Eddie seems kind of mean and scary too. More someone to admire from a distance than someone you talk to.

They talk about Eddie for a little more, before a familiar voice comes from Steve’s backpack through a crackling speaker: “Steve, come in, Steve. Over.”

The girls around him squeak a little at the sudden noise and many lean in with interest as he takes out a radio. He feels a little silly and watched, but he knows the kid will worry and become insufferable if he doesn’t answer. So, he replies: “What do you need, Henderson?”

“You have to say over when you’re done. Over,” Dustin says after a few seconds.

Steve rolls his eyes, but repeats: “What do you need, Henderson? Over.”

He can hear the kid’s smile when he says: “Yeah, like that! Anyway, you’re not picking up your phone. We need a ride to the arcade. Over.”

It has become kind of standard to drive them to the arcade as least once each weekend. He had hoped they would want that drive Sunday, but no such luck. He bites his lip, unsure of what to answer. In the end he settles on: “I can’t today. Sorry, buddy. Over.”

“Why?” Dustin exclaims and Steve stays quiet on purpose until Dustin sighs: “Over.”

“I’m with the cheer squad. Over,” Steve tells him honestly, not elaborating further, so Dustin can make up his own interpretation with that.

It’s quiet for a second, then, almost in awe, Dustin says: “Like the whole cheer squad? Over.”

Steve laughs at the response. He answers: “Yeah, man, and they can hear you. So maybe behave yourself. Ask Nancy or Jonathan if they can drive you. Over.”

“You can’t do this to me, Steve,” Dustin shrieks. “I would have made a better impression if I’d known. Don’t tell them anything embarrassing about me! I have to show my face at that school in a few months you know. Over.”

“I won’t, just go bother someone else today,” Steve tells him. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Over.”

“Alright, but I want to know everything,” Dustin concedes. “Over and out.”

The radio is quiet again and Steve puts it back in his backpack, just waiting for someone to ask, because he knows they’re going to.

Lisa doesn’t disappoint, asking: “What was that?”

“That’s Dustin,” Steve explains. “I babysit him and a few other kids sometimes. I usually drive them to the arcade in the weekend. Guess I forgot to tell them I’m unavailable.”

“And the radio?” Sofia asks.

“Oh, they’re a bunch of nerds, in the best way,” Steve says, excited to talk about the kids. “Dustin is mega smart, you know. He built his own radio headset and shit. I just got this one, because his mom won’t always let him use the phone. He’s a little shit, but I love him. He’s practically my little brother at this point.”

Some of the girls coo at that and ask him more about the kids. He happily obliges in answering their questions, though editing out the Upside Down stuff of course. Most of the cheerleaders seem to find the kids adorable.

The competition is nothing like Steve expected. He feels nervous, but the good kind of nervous as he takes it all in. He gets a few looks as a boy with the team, but everyone is more concerned with their own routine.

There isn’t a male cheer uniform, so he’s just wearing his basketball uniform, which is good enough. The one other guy that is competing has a better uniform though. Steve can’t help but stare at him a little.

The guy is handsome. His dark skin suits the white and dark purple uniform that is tightly fitted to his body. He’s very muscled and has a pretty smile. He talks with his hands and all the girls from his team flit around him.

Next to him Sofia says: “Wow, look at that guy. He’s so hot. I wonder what those muscles can do,” and it takes all of Steve’s strength not to agree out loud.

Coach Miller pulls them back to the group and they all warm up. Steve knows all the chants and they say a cheer before they go out there. All the judging faces are easily ignored when performing and Steve gets lost in the show.

He’s breathing heavily at the end, holding the pose until the okay is given and they all move from the stage. Everyone is excited, accomplishment seeping in their bones. Molly is jumping up and down from excitement as she exclaims: “That went so well! We totally have a chance.”

The waiting that comes next is the harder part. The other groups they watch are also very good, doing dizzying stunts.

Steve perks up when the purple and white uniformed groups takes the stage. The guy is in the middle of it all. He participates with the tumbling, flipping around, as well as the stunts. He’s able to be base by himself, extending the girl above his head and throwing her around. It’s impressive and Steve finds himself captivated.

When the group finishes, the guy makes eye contact with Steve, who must look stupid with awe filled eyes. The guy looks surprised for a second, then his face morphs into a smirk and winks at Steve.

He blushes in response to the wink and looks away, only glancing back after a second, but the guy has been pulled off with the rest of his squad.

Disappointed he searches the crowd, but he doesn’t find the guy again. Instead he meets the calculating eyes of coach Miller. Ice grips his heart and he fears that he’s been caught. Trying to play it cool, he sends her a confused look.

She starts making her way over to him and he wants to hide, but that will look suspicious. He’s 90% sure she can’t leave him stranded here, if he’s about to get told to get away from the school or something.

Instead coach Miller surprises him by saying: “You’re just filling in for Emma, I know, but if we can get in some stunts like that group next competition, we’d up the scores easily. You should think about it.”

Honestly, Steve often forgets that this is just a two week thing, that come Monday, he isn’t required to go to practice after school. That he can just sit with them in classes and during lunch, before going home. It makes his heart sink.

Lisa and Chrissy had been nearby enough to hear the interaction and as coach Miller walks away, Lisa quietly says: “Everyone would be happy if you decided to keep going.”

“Yeah,” Chrissy smiles at him. “You’re part of the squad. Everyone really likes you. You’re so nice to us. You look us in the eyes and help fix our costumes.”

It is the second time that one of the cheerleaders told him he looks her in the eyes and confused he asks: “Where else would I look?”

“Most guys tend to look at our tits,” Lisa tells him quite bluntly.

Steve hadn’t even realized they actually did that. Another thing his performance of King Steve had apparently lacked. He feels a bit caught out, so he stumbles: “Well, oh, uhm, I- I took etiquette lessons as a kid.”

Chrissy giggles and bumps her shoulder against his as she says: “You don’t have to defend yourself for being respectful, Stevie.”

Stevie, that’s new. He quite likes the nickname and feels a little more at ease. He shrugs: “I mean, the school year is practically over. Will there even be another competition?”

“Yeah, after spring break is the next one,” Lisa says. “We’ve never won. It frustrates Molly to no end. She really wants a win on her record.”

“Molly is super competitive,” Chrissy confides like it’s news, before cracking up.

“I know,” Steve laughs. “I’ll think about it.”

“Please do,” Chrissy says, Lisa nodding.

The conversation haunts Steve. They don’t win the competition, but they do get third place, which results in a group hug and a lot of jumping. The purple white school takes number one and Steve contemplates congratulating the other guy, but it feels too risky.

So, they go home, sleeping on the bus. Well, most of the team does, Steve doesn’t want to risk a nightmare, so he stares out the window as Chrissy uses him as pillow. And when he gets home all he can think about is that conversation.

On Sunday he is awoken by Dustin and Will knocking on his door. He’s still in his sweats, having been awake for most of the night after waking up screaming. “What do you want?” he asks.

“You promised you’d tell me about how you ended up with all the cheerleaders,” Dustin says.

“I didn’t have anything better to do,” Will offers as explanation. “Mike is with El and Lucas with Max.”

“Sure, okay, come in.” Steve doesn’t even care anymore as he steps to the side. “I’m making pancakes for breakfast, want some?” It wasn’t his plan at all, but sue him for wanting to spoil his kids. Especially with the enthusiastic yes he gets.

As he cooks they sit at the breakfast bar and Dustin asks: “So?”

“There was a cheer competition,” Steve says, trying to decide whether to tell the truth or not. It feels so silly to lie to two middle schoolers, but he also wants them to think he’s cool. It’s utterly ridiculous how much he wants them to like him.

“Did you go to support someone? Are you dating a cheerleader?” Dustin asks.

“No,” Steve snaps automatically. Too many guys have asked if he’s stealing their girl the past two weeks. It gets tiring. However, that would have been a great excuse to Dustin, which he has blown now. He decides to fuck it, he can always kick them out of his house if they’re dicks. “One of the girls broke her leg two weeks ago. I was helping out so they could compete.”

“Boys are allowed to join cheerleading?” Will asks in confusion. However, there is an undertone to it too, as if Steve is a hero.

It throws him off balance as he shrugs: “It’s not illegal, I guess. They needed some help, thought I’d offer. It’s quite fun, actually.”

The two kids are quiet for a second. Steve purposefully doesn’t look at them as he flips the pancakes, because he doesn’t want to see their judgment. He likes these kids so goddamn much. The last thing he wants is for their parents to hear and decide that they shouldn’t hang around Steve anymore.

God, he was stupid for opening his mouth. He’s about to spiral even more, but before his breath can catch, Dustin asks: “Did you guys win?”

“What?” he asks, more shocked than anything else.

“The competition, did you win?” Dustin repeats. “How does a cheerleading competition even work? It doesn’t seem that hard. It’s just cheering someone on, but then more extreme.”

“Dude,” Steve laughs, overcome by relief that the two seem cool with it. “Cheerleading is fucking hard. Don’t diss the cheerleaders. These girls physically pick each other up and throw each other around. I’m fucking sore.”

“Really?” Will asks.

“Yeah,” Steve nods.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” Will smiles. He’s such a polite kid. Never demanding. He’s one of Steve’s favorites, though they’re all his favorite.

“So you’re a cheerleader now?” Dustin asks. “What happened to basketball?”

The conversation he had with coach Miller pops up in his mind again. No one at school knows he only agreed to two weeks, except for the cheerleaders, but they’re cool with it. He can just pretend like this has always been the plan. It can’t really get worse and he’ll get a fun hobby out of it. The sense of accomplishment after each training is something that he missed.

“Guess I am a cheerleader, yeah,” he tests it out and it saying it makes him happy. “As for basketball, that’s a team sport, but it’s not as fun with Billy on the team.”

“But Max scared Billy off,” Dustin says. “He’s supposed to leave you alone.”

“He is,” Steve lies. “Doesn’t mean I want to play basketball with the guy. He’s a piece of shit.”

“That’s fair,” Dustin says, before announcing he has to go pee.

Once Dustin is gone, Will quietly says: “Jonathan mentioned you were getting bullied. He told me what they did to your locker.”

Steve pauses, unsure of what to do now. He removes the pan from the fire and turns around. He studying Will for a second, there is no pity or malice in his eyes, but something else. A desperate need to be seen. A sympathetic hurt.

It suddenly clicks for Steve. He couldn't tell you why, but in that moment he understands that Will gets it. That Will is like him.

He gives Will a sad smile and says: “It’s okay, baby Byers. Not fun, but okay. Did Jonathan also tell you what happened to Billy’s locker?” Will smiles mischievously and nods. “Good,” Steve says decisively. “Don’t let anyone put you down, kid. You deserve to have fun. You deserve to do what you want.”

That’s as close to a confession that Steve is willing to give. He might have accepted it about himself, but that doesn’t mean he wants to talk about it with Will. Not now at least.

Luckily Will also doesn’t seem ready to talk about it, because he just nods with a shy happy look, before looking away.

At that point, they’re interrupted by Dustin coming back from the toilet. They stay in and play some board games, before Steve truly has to do his homework. He doesn’t want to be in that school any longer than he has to. If that means trying to understand calculus, so be it.

It’s kind of funny how the two eight graders have given him more confidence. They’re just two nerdy kids, who don’t know better than to just do what they find fun and deal with everyone looking down on them. It’s something Steve has had to learn way later in life.

He goes through his day like he has the week before. He shares first period with Heather and a study hall with Sofia.

Sofia notices him struggling and offers to help. Since she is in the same classes Nancy is, he gladly accepts her help. She has a good way of explaining things and by the time study hall is done, he feels like he understands math, something that has never happened before.

Lisa is in the class right before lunch. She slides into the seat next to Steve as she greets him quietly, her standard state of being. She leans in and Steve knows what that means, so immediately leans back to heard what she has to say.

“Coach Miller mentioned the stunts you could do to Molly,” she tells him. “If you want to say no, brace yourself for lunch period. You know how she gets.”

Steve laughs at that. Molly is a nice girl, but she is ambitious and very competitive, which sometimes takes precedence over being nice. If she wants something, she is not afraid to go after it until she has it.

He is now glad he had the talk with Dustin and Will, or that news would have been daunting instead of funny. He grins: “Guess it’s Molly’s lucky day.”

Lisa perks up at that and says: “You’re serious?” in a louder volume he has ever heard her use.

They get some looks and quiet down immediately. Steve nods: “Yeah, I mean, why not, you know? It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

“Gonna be honest, Stevie,” Lisa says, “I’m glad you’re gonna stay. I would have missed you at practice. Who else is going to stand on my toes.”

“I don’t stand on anyone’s toes,” Steve guffaws to hide how emotional the confession makes him.

“Whatever you say, Harrington,” Lisa grins, before turning back to the lesson.

Steve does the same and makes eye contact with Eddie, who turned back to watch them when they got louder. His beautiful dark eyes bore into Steve’s and he feels a blush crawling up his cheeks. Not wanting Eddie to know the effect he has on him, he plasters on a bitchy expression.

Eddie in turn frowns, before shrugging and turning back to looking out of the window. The dismissal somehow hurts more than anything else would have, even if it’s what Steve wanted. He hates how the boy makes him feel.

There is something magnetizing about Eddie.

Whenever he climbs on the tables, Steve can’t help but look at him, can’t help but listen. He has long been the target of lectures about conformity and society at the hands of the metal head. He always played unaffected, it’s what he’s good at after all, but now he misses those eyes.

Ever since he’s fallen from his throne, it is Billy, who is the prime target of those speeches. It’s irrational to be jealous of Billy, but Steve can’t deny that he is.

He shakes his head and tries to put Eddie out of his thoughts. It doesn’t matter. Eddie will never want to talk with Steve anyway. Steve, despite his fall, is the embodiment of all Eddie stands against. If he even talks with Steve, it’s not going to be nice.

But the rumors that go around would have Steve believe he has a chance with the guy, something that makes it all the more frustrating.

Stop it, he tells himself, you have enough on your plate already. And you’re too much of a pussy to ever say anything to him anyway. Why bother?

And with that he tries to tune back in to the lecture that escapes him. Hopefully Lisa has better notes than he does (she does and lets him copy them during lunch).

The cheer table has become comfortable, the chatter of the others is a familiar background noise, which is why Steve notices when it changes. He looks up and Molly is sitting across from him. She usually sits further away, so there was a silence when she took a different spot.

Steve smiles at her like he doesn’t know why she’s there. He greets: “Hey, Molls. What’s up?”

“You coming to training after school?” she asks.

She sounds tense, but also like she’s holding back. If Steve had to guess, he’d say that she has an entire speech ready to go for the no she is expecting. Just to throw her off, he grins: “Course, yeah, see you there.”

Molly opens her mouth, before the words hit her. She’s speechless for a second, then nods as a smile creeps up her face. “Good, yeah, see you there.”

Lisa leans in and says: “I’ve never seen her speechless before now.”

“You’re staying?” Chrissy asks excitedly.

“Yeah,” Steve tells her, happy with his decision. It’s nice to be wanted somewhere.

After his last class, both Chrissy and Lisa are waiting for him with big grins. Chrissy immediately starts chatting about all the homework Mrs. Click gave them and how unfair it is. Steve and Lisa just nod along, they’re familiar with the teacher.

Steve gets changed in a toilet stall, then joins the girls again. Coach Miller smiles when she sees him, a glint coming over her eyes. Steve already knows he’s going to be sore again, but he doesn’t care. He’s officially a cheerleader now.

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A/N:

This is nice popular girl propaganda, I’m not a girl, nor was I popular, but I like the idea of popular solidarity, athlete girls, but that might be because I am a lesbian xp

Also I know a lot more goes into doing stunts and doing it safely, but this is fanfic logic, bc I’m not writing a training montage, so you just got to trust me lmao

I have decided to upload every Wednesday and Sunday, so you can look forwards to uploads then :D

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15 + 17 for fic writer ask my dear dot-friend 🫶🏽✨🩷

senford! gladly for you <3

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15. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

oooh I'm about to be so pretentious are you ready because!! it is so much fun to make the porn a relevant and thematically vital part of The Plot and I never get to talk about it because the smut is never the stand-out part of any of my fics but! It's important To Me!! I think the bulk of the detail for me comes in the sort of thematic overlay to a sex scene, keeping it visual enough to feel tangible while also injecting The Narrative into it wherever I can. Like, SEFS drops us in the middle of a blowjob scene on page one because how better do you let the reader know you're dropping them in the middle of an established FWB situation? Eddie spends a good half of META just trying to successfully jack off because that entire fic is about failing and trying again and backsliding and trying again. Kas!Chrissy is about how both fridged AND final girls are so stripped of their bodily autonomy and getting on their knees for one another is a demand for it back. Both the steddie and ronance parts of my apocalypse AU deal with their own versions of seeking release in the middle of unending tension LIKE. I'm not gonna say that every sex act I choose for a character is for Thematic Reasons because only most of them are. but still. I have. too much fun with this perhaps. As far as realism goes though, I think it again just depends on the purpose of the scene! If the story at large is dealing with the very realistic hurdles these people are jumping, then yeah, it might feel out of place to include fantastical romance novel-esque smut, but that doesn't mean the fantastical romance novel shouldn't still lean into its own genre. It always, in everything, comes down to what is being said and what will get that point across most accurately, you know? PWP is accomplishing something different than sex in the final act of a longer story and both are good <3 sorry for rambling about smut on main

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writer's block)

In my current bout of not being able to write any of my longer/ more involved ideas, I'm trying to get better at focusing on not getting mad at myself for having that block. I think a lot of my writer's block Moments in the past I've gotten frustrated and overwhelmed and kind of threw my hands up in the air about it, but this time I let myself think more clearly about why I was having trouble writing, and found that letting myself work on shorter, more concise pieces allowed me to put ideas down on paper (even if not for my Big Projects) rather than shutting down entirely. sometimes writer's block is a larger life stressor issue and sometimes it's as simple as you're not working on the right thing try a different wip. I'm still figuring out how to tell the difference let alone how to deal with all the various causes, but looking at the why is always a good starting place I think.

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tag game: stranger things edition

Thank you @maniac-maniac-maniac for tagging me!

Btw anyone can play if they want to! Don't feel like you have to wait to be tagged 🦋

Ride or die ship (your otp)

I- I don't really have one... I don't like Mike and El; she's on another level. I think I have to ship a couple, it would be Argle and Jonathan?? Or Robin and Vickie. Oh! Robin and Nancy!

Most annoying ship

Mike and El... I hate how she feels as if she isn't good enough for him while she is literally the main character? And I can't have El being insecure because my girl is BITCHIN' 👏👏👏

Second favourite ship

Me and Eddie <3 <;3 <3

Favourite platonic relationship

STEVE AND ROBIN! They are platonic SOULMATES! Absolutely amazing chemistry by the actors.

Underrated ship

Joyce and Jim; they were already Mother ™ and Father ™ even before going on their date at Enzos.

Overrated ship

Mike and El, AND Steve and Nancy. I mean I do like the trope of Female Character Has Big Ambitions with Boyfriend Who Has None. But Steve and Nancy are too dissimilar. As well as Nancy and Jonathan - there is no chemistry there.

One thing I would change in canon

Eddie's death duh.

Something canon did right

... Introduce Eddie, I'm SORRY I'm being annoying but c'mon he is the best thing about the goddamn show. It was boring for me before.

A thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART

It's so old, but my Vampire!Eddie Boyfriend headcanons. Looking back it could do with a lot of editing, but the idea that Eddie was actually turned into a vampire because of the bat bites was brilliant (credit to whoever came up with that first).

A character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing)

I got TWO, season 1-3 Hopper, because I really loved his whole punch first ask questions later. And his weight, I loved his weight. I think his weightloss in season 4 wasn't just for Stranger Things, I think he genuinely wanted to be skinnier. Which ... I mean his body his rules, but I loved him more when he was heavier tbh.

And OBVIOUSLY EDDIE. HOW DID THEY COME UP WITH THE PERFECT CHARACTER?! They could have made him a one, maybe even two sided drug dealer who couldn't graduate high school. But no, he has so much heart and SOFTNESS. I actually fell in love with him after the cafeteria scene, when he was with Chrissy. He just became this caring, open, kind guy who also had a LUNCHBOX full of fcking DRUGS.

The character I relate to the most and why

You already hate me by now because I've spoken about Eddie so much, but yeah ... Eddie. It's one of the reasons why he's so well-loved. The outsider, the one everyone thinks is weird - I think all can relate on one level or another. Especially growing up ... not so well off. Seeing Eddie live in a trailer but he's still so popular; it gives a lot of gratification (if that's the right word?)

Character(-s) I hate the most and why

Mr Wheeler - he is literally such a shITTY DAD. WTF. In his daily life he doesn't care about his family, or show any interest in them.

STEVE'S PARENTS - WHERE ARE THEY? WHAT ARE THEY DOING? I mean they could be travelling for work but that's still neglect.

Billy - if he wasn't a good looking character no one would like him. In the original script he was actually supposed to called Lucas the n-word because he's racist. And in the scenes with Lucas, there are underlying motifs that show his racism. So, yeah, I hate racists.

Martin Brenner aka Papa. Motherf*cking asshole.

Something I've learned from the fandom

Um... that the majority of us really love big-haired, soft-hearted, drug dealers? I mean okay, I don't really get into fandoms anymore because of bad past experiences. I guess what I've learnt then, is that everyone has their own opinion - doesn't mean yours is wrong or any less valid.

Three tags i seek out on ao3

I don't go on Ao3 a lot, but Hopper, basically just Hopper omg ahahha. Or soulmate AU.

A song I strongly associate with my otp/favourite character

I gots no songs I associate with my otp but I do for Eddie - The Sails of Chiron by Scorpions. It's a bit of rock but also ... really sensual?? I found it because Eddie made me fall in love with 80s heavy rock.

No pressure tagging: @sardonic-the-writer.

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Putting notes for myself and anyone else who might want to expand on this(?) here as I watch this for the fourth time in my life:

Spoiler warning for Jennifer's Body, if anyone cares

First off initial thoughts actually before I start the watch - this is a p good template for any sort of AU.

bi4bi. girlbossing. eating men. “She asked for no pickles” as literally an opening dynamic. The fucked up demonology of trying to sacrifice someone. Loser4loser alliances all around. Just some really weird girl trying to work through complicated feelings for her best friend.

(Secret bonus: the best friend can throw up ferrofluid which is so cool to me)

Okay speedrun the main points of Jennifer: she is a succubus. except she doesn't really fuck people, just seduces and then eats them. she was created because she was erroneously offered as a virgin sacrifice to satan, and since she is not a virgin, she came back wrong. she has to eat people to keep herself in good health. I mean, the worst that happens to her in the movie when she's hungry is that she gets grumpy and looks a little sick and sometimes her hair falls out. but the eating is kind of an innate instinct anyway. it's implied she can't eat normal food since she throws it up. she can be killed pretty much any way, though the movie advises stabbing through the heart to be safe.

OKAY OKAY MOVIES STARTING TIME TO ESSENTIALLY LIVE TWEET THIS AS NOTES

Jennifer…owns a horse?? I did not notice that in my first three viewings. it's not important to these notes but it's important to me

Ur damn right hell is a teenage girl. Also I like the firsthand telling of this. I don’t think writing this in first person would be the worst actually. Plus I mean…eddie is a storyteller. Like Needy!

Jennifer's cheerleader status is a free excuse to make Steve a cheerleader

Mein Gott the constant flirting between Jennifer and Needy. of course that would be necessary in any silly fic and any AU but yknow

The immense potential of “I wish more guys wore eyeliner” coming from Steve. the immense potential of bonding over how pretty rockstars are

Don’t u just love when trying to protect ur friend’s reputation ends up getting them erroneously sacrificed (not included in the fic idc that much)

They absolutely must hold hands. And eddie absolutely must have an “am I sure about this” moment

I cannot believe I didn’t consider the possibility Jennifer got drugged beforehand she is like Extra incoherent in those ten minutes (not important to the fic but again important to me)

Y’know under normal circumstances I’d put chrissy in chip’s place but I see this as post s4 so…but do what u want

I Love the came back wrong trope. Plus her slow smile here is so

The POWERFUL homoeroticism of “Are you scared?” And then kissing your friend’s neck after they nod

Writing Steve as Jennifer also has immense potential for bitchy moments. That’s like Jennifer’s main fucking quality. Although I do tend to think one of the only reasons Jennifer kills so many people is because she’s a bitch in the first place. Like the curse cranks her up to eleven.

Survivor’s guilt Noted

COLIN IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THIS ENTIRE DAMN MOVIE HES SUCH A LOSER okay back to notes

Dying and coming back wrong and getting Disney princess abilities so animals will watch you kill someone Noted

Needy is such a good Eddie template her mom is also presumably working nights

Side note to self: the bimbo heart outfit is actually very cute use that in a drawing.

They SHOULD watch rocky horror together

MY GOD COLIN IS SUCH A NERD if I didn't want this to last more than ten seconds as a fic I'd make Eddie him. he is the exact same brand of alternative kind of pathetic loser boy I love him. maybe in someone else's oneshot but not in my fic

"Are you scared? I mean I thought boys like you were really into vermin and death and shit" noted. "I need you frightened" NOTED

seeing your undead best friend while having sex NOTED

Ah yes, the important aspect of supernatural strength. crank that jock strength up to eleven babey

"We always share your bed when we have slumber parties"

there is also something to be said about killing everyone your best friend is even remotely interested in all while hardcore flirting with them

not relevant to notes but relevant to me: the band that sacrifices Jennifer kinda has some homosexual tendencies I never noticed Side Eye "that's a hot murder weapon" "it's a bowie knife" "bowie? nice" okay

"I woke up, and I found my way back to you" "I couldn't bring myself to hurt you" and of course "we can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to" all in the same scene

While we're here: I’m not gonna do this but if anyone else runs with this idea and also likes rockstar eddie, you gotta remember the band from this movie quite literally did sacrifice Jennifer for fame. Some lameass bar band did that. Idk man just saying there’s potential there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ridiculous ass high school dance outfits GO

man she's trying super hard to drown him girl just go crocodile mode death roll that shit

oh I forgot she can just have shark teeth whenever she wants. okay cool. oh and she can (kind of) fly (it's just hovering like she's in the exorcist)

"I thought you only murdered boys" "I go both ways" BISEXUALITYYYY (yet another reason I need Steve to be this)

whoever I choose to be my chip stand in has to die (unless, of course, I just don't care that much. which for once I might not.)

"I think I already died but I woke up when I heard your voice" is this a chip line? yes. is it still so fanfiction? yes

yeah I do think I will keep the "biting my best friend's neck and then levitating us both and holding onto her with my legs" bit

aaaand absent parents coming in clutch for that sad sort of fucked up ending! Steve Harrington I have never been so glad to have never seen your parents even once it transfers so well onto this au

I will probably not include the aftermath bits in a fic but it is a pretty cool implication

I am making no commitments to writing any of this, but if anyone else wants to use these notes/ideas for something, go for it. doesn't even have to be a Jennifer's body au, there are just some banger lines here regardless.

Vampire eddie this vampire eddie that blah blah WHERE are the Jennifer’s body Steve fics Hm??? There is potential here I must say

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THE BIMBO

Warnings: Plus size fem sub!reader x Dom!Eddie Munson, dirty talk, p in v, praise kink, a bit of degradation, penetration, oral (male and female receiving), mentioning of body image issues, orgasm denial, edging, a bit of choking.

I think that's it! Please let me know if I missed something!! And OFC: MINORS DON'T INTERACT THIS IS PURE SMUT. 🔞

This may be full of grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language so pls understand hehe.

Enjoy babes ✨

Eddie never really noticed the hot popular girls at Hawkings High School, he didn't dislike them though, they just didn't catch his attention. Not until you arrived. The first time he saw you was on the hallway, when you bumped into him and you smiled with a cute little shy smile while apologizing. His words got stuck in his throat, not being able to mumble a simple "it's okay" or "don't worry", you were simply stunning. So you just walked away following Chrissy's pace.

For the next couple of months he watched you become friends with the cheerleader team and hang out in the populars' table. You didn't fit in there, he usually thought. Not just because of your appearance, all the other girls were skinny and the boys were fit, which usually made them fatphobic, meanwhile you were not like that... Round tummy, full thighs and big soft attributes, god he couldn't look at your beautiful body for too long without feeling a little bit dizzy.

But the main reason you didn't fit in there was because of how kind you were, sharing sweet words and smiles to everybody, just like the one you gave to him the first day. Laughing out loud in the cafeteria, half walking half jumping in your always pinky clothes. He'd heard comments about your outfits, how dared you to wear such tight and short clothes with your body, but you wore them proudly and he was thankful and blessed for it. 

You were totally a bimbo and he was such a sucker for it. He spent those months cursing that he missed the chance to talk to you, specially when you started to date one of the basketball boys. Every day he wished that it was him kissing your pretty smile and doing more than that at nights. He had lost the count of how many times he felt asleep after jerking off thinking about you.

So when you showed up to one of his band sessions on the bar wearing a pink plaid skirt, almost short enough to see your underwear, and a nearly see-through silk crop top, he told himself that he couldn't miss the opportunity to talk to you. Even if you were accompanied by your stupid boyfriend, he just wanted to get one of your smiles.

Eddie still doesn't know how he didn't mess up his performance, because his attention was fully on you, and it seemed like yours was also on him, making eye contact from time to time and blushing when he gave you a quick wink.

When the concert was over he rushed to leave his guitar somewhere safe, but when he finally headed back to the bar you were nowhere to be found. He did some smalltalk with his band mates and his D&D club friends before going to the rear exit to smoke a cig and curse his existence again for losing another chance to speak to you.

He was lighting his cigarette when he heard heated voices coming from behind the trash cubes. Next thing, your boyfriend passed by giving him a dirty look. When he was out of sight Eddie walked in the other direction founding you sitting on the floor, knees up to your chest and hiding your face with your hands. He bit the bullet and approached you slowly, standing right in front of you.

"Hey, are you okay?" You looked up to him, tears falling from your puffy eyes and red nose, sniffing. And there it was, a forced but still beautiful smile.

"Oh hi, yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about it"

He squatted down to match your height and captured one of your tears rolling down your cheek with his thumb. He didn't remove his hand from your face.

"Why are you crying then?" Your eyes went down, your trembling chin saying that you were about to cry again. "Did that jerk do anything to you?"

Rage invaded Eddie's body, he just needed your confirmation to chase that asshole and beat the shit out of him.

"No, no... He just dumped me"

"Dumped you?!" The shock became evident in his voice, he cleared his throat and the next words sounded softer this time. "Why would anyone do that?"

"Cause apparently it was nice to have a girlfriend with big boobies at first, but now he wanted me to do a diet" You quoted him while rolling your eyes. "I refused and he said he couldn't be seen with a fatty anymore and left" Eddie's knuckles became white from the force of his grip in his own thigh.

You had to be kidding, there was no way in hell that someone with the privilege of having your perfect body all for themselves would want to change it. You were worthy of being adored not to be dumped in the back street of a dirty club.

"It's not like Jack was the love of me life..." You continued. "I just feel extremely used and humiliated".

"I'm sorry he hurt you like this, that self centered pig. He cares so much about looks but I'm sure he has a short dick that can't satisfy a girl for good. Doesn't he?". A little laugh left your mouth.

"Well, it's not like I've had any more experiences to compare him with." He didn't know what to be more shocked about, the fact that he had the nerve to dump you after seeing you naked or the fact that you lost your v card to that asshole. "I'm sorry I'm talking too much".

"Now that's a reason to cry about" he joked, this time your laugh seemed sincere. And that was an angelical sound. "Here" he offered his hand, you took it and got up with his help.

"I'm Eddie, by the way." He shook your arm with enthusiasm making it wiggle up and down. It was so cute how he was trying to cheer you up.

"I know, I'm y/n" You knew?

"I know too" When he let go he almost caressed your hand, sending you shivers down your spine.

"So y/n, is there something I can do to make you feel good?" Your blush gave away that you caught his dark intentions under the innocent question. So cute. "Maybe get you something to drink, a cigarette, take you home... Or perhaps something else." He licked his underlip and smirked after that last sentence watching your suffocated expression.

"Something else?" His eyes following your figure up and down.

"Yes sweetheart"

"Something like what?" He took one step closer, the smell of his cologne distracting you from reality.

"What about help you to compare him?" You gulped nervously. Another step closer. "Show you what you've been missing"

You were now trapped against the brick wall and Eddie's chest. Your lips parted breathing heavily. He was being so flirty and you wanted to flirt back but you were not able to form a coherent sentence.

"Would you like that?" That was an easy question to answer.

"Please" And his hands were cupping your face, kissing you hungrily. Yours holded his shoulders trying to find some balance. The kiss was intense, no one ever kissed you with such a passion, tongue slipping inside your mouth. His hands started to move down your body caressing every curve he dreamed so much about, until he arrived to your ass. He grabbed it  with care and gave it a soft slap. You moaned surprised.

Eddie stopped the kiss to look at you with dark lustful eyes. "You're so fucking pretty, did you know that?" You didn't answer, he didn't looked like he wanted an answer. "Wanna take this to my house baby?" Fuck yeah.

You nodded euphesively. He smiled to you matching your excited energy.

"Alright lemme just grab my things real quick. Come with me." Eddie grabbed your hand and made you follow him inside again.

That felt unreal to him, grabbing your hand in public after making out and getting to see everybody's shooked reaction to both of you together.  His few friends looked like they wanted to talk to him but he couldn't care less in that exact moment. He did not stop walking until he arrived backstage and got his guitar on his shoulder.

"Now we're ready to go, or do you want to stay and drink something sweetheart?" You shake you head no.

"Just take me home Eddie" Another smirk deformed his caring expression, hand grabbing your chin and kissing you again. Much sweeter this time.

"As the damsel commands" his arm extended in front of you doing a reverence. You giggled and walked passed him, heading the exit.

Eddie couldn't help but stare at you butt as walked, giggling side to side on that litte skirt. Oh he was anxious to take it off, or fuck you in it, or both.

He helped you to get in his tall van and after leaving his guitar on the trunk he started driving. 

His hand went down to your exposed thigh and squished it gently. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I am"

"Good cause I don't want you to think that I'm trying to take advantage of you while you're sad or something. Look I've been crushing on you this whole curse and if I had another chance to talk to you I would, trust me. Even if you had a boyfriend."

"I've been crushing on you too" Your words came like a whisper so when he stuttered a "What?" you were not sure if he didn't heard you at all or if he just wanted a confirmation.

"I've been thinking about you, while I was with him" All this time you didn't stop looking front, too intimidated to look at Eddie directly. His hand on your thigh turned your face to his and again those dark brown lustful eyes.

"You thought about me while he fucked you?" You gulped.

"Yes" His focus went back to the road, he stopped touching you gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"You're making it so easy for me to pull over and fuck you here and now." Oh well.

"Then do." His laugh flooded the vehicle.

"You deserve more than a quickie in an ugly van sweetheart" Actually that idea turned you on like crazy buy the expectation of what to come were stronger.

As soon as you parked Eddie got out of the car and rushed to open your door, unbuckled the seat car for you and picked you up like a bride pulling a scream from your throat.

"Eddie I'm too heavy for this."

"You telling me the super athletic Jack from the basketball team wasn't able to pick you up? Disgraceful!" You laughed and enjoyed the ride to the house entry in Eddie's arms.

He left your feet back on the floor to open the front door, he passed first and you followed him taking a quick look to his house. He took your hand and drag you to his room. Everything on it screamed Eddie. Black and red were the most prominent colors, some metal bands poster decoring the walls a pile of books and CDs next to his bed.

Eddie adored the way your cute face and fancy clothes contrasted with his dark room, the way you looked so corruptible right now.

"Welcome to my cave" He sat on the edge of the bed, palms resting on the mattress and legs partly open. His thighs were actually thicker than you thought, not more than yours tho.

"Nice cave" You locked eyes with him, he was staring deeply at you with an almost evil grin. He looked like a predator about to hunt his prey. And you were obviously that prey.

"Come here baby" He tapped his lap. You did as you were told, legs open on each side of his body. His hands went automatically to your thighs, caressing their way up lifting your skirt in the process. He also started to kiss you again, wet and intense. His fingers kept caressing and gripping your soft flesh but not going any further; teasing you, torturing you.

You bucked your hips towards his, in response he stopped the kiss and looked at you with an entertained expression.

"Easy sweetheart, we have plenty of time."

"At least take off your shirt" And he did still with a smile on his face exposing all his tattoos. Your index finger immediately started to follow the lines of the drawings on his chest. "You like them?"

" I do, they're hot." That smirk again.

"You're hot." You were sitting on top of him but he still made you blush. "Now it's my turn"

He started to unbotton your top, as soon as it was on the floor he muttered a "Fuck" under his breath. Your nipples were already hard but you felt them get even harder when he filled his hands with your boobs.

"I knew this would look good but Jesus I'm gonna dream about your tits on my hands"

The boy buried his head on your neck, starting to trail wet little pecks from behind your ear to your chest.

You were trying your best not to moan yet but his bulge pressed against your aching core was not helping at all.

His hands let go of your tits and went down again to your ass, your fingers tangled in his hair when you felt the wetness of his tongue licking one of your nipples.

Your head fell backwards and in despair of some release your hips bucked against his. You heard a deep groan come from Eddie.

"You're so impatient" He said as he rised his face to look at you, but he did not stop your movements, in fact he encouraged you with his hands still on your ass with a tight grip. It felt so good but your body was demanding of more.

"Eddie please..."

He kissed you with firece swallowing your gasps, tongue sliding in your mouth making you drip saliva. It was so nasty, so wild. And yet you've never been so turned on just with a make out session. You've never felt so desired and have never desired like this. Cause not only your mouth was dripping, the wetness in your panties had to be staining Eddie's jeans.

A loud moan made the kiss stop when you felt a painful but still pleasurable slap in your ass cheek.

"Prettiest sound I have ever heard" Your face went pink at the compliment.

Eddie not just helped you buck your own hips but he also started to grin his, making the meeting of your bodies more and more intense. The fabric of his jean pressuring exactly where you needed it. Little whimpers falling from your lips as a knot in your tummy started to undo.

"Eddie I'm gonna-"

"Let it go sweetheart" So you did. Your senses going numb. Hands holding onto Eddie's t-shirt, trembling legs and parted lips letting go a lewd groan.

You came back to your senses feeling how Eddie caressed your naked back with the tip of his fingers.

"Now you're gonna be good for me and go to your knees, right princess?" How could you possibly say no to that. So you nodded actually excited to please him and accommodated between his legs.

"Attagirl", the cold of his rings made you stream when he cupped your face. You knew what was to come so you made yourself comfortable on your knees as he unbelted his jeans already gotten up from the bed.

His pants dropped along with his boxers, wasting no time you grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it up and down slowly. 

He grabbed you hair in a ponytail and encouraged you to take him already. Your tongue licked his tip before slipping it in your mouth. A hiss came out of Eddie's lips. Your head bobbed up and down taking as much of him as you could, wrapping your hand in the missing part.

Groans coming from his throat as you increased the speed in your movements. You were just starting but lord he could have cum just by the sight of you in your knees, big eyes looking at him. How many times he had thought about this late at night and now he actually had you on his room all to himself.

Fuck. All the things he wanted to do to you. The impatience, and also the fact that he was embarrassingly close, made him pull from your hair and stop you.

You looked at him confused, with red puffy lips and saliva hanging from them. Eddie smiled and kissed you sweetly. "Would you strip for me?" His raspy voice made you thrill, and even tho you were more than wet and excited you couldn't help but get nervous.

You only had one piece of clothing left to be naked, your high waisted pink skirt. You knew you looked smaller in those, so when you take it off Eddie will see your real body. You didn't want your self esteem destroyed again today.

But he was looking at you with so much lust and kindness at the same time, it made you trust him. So you unzipped it with shaking hands and then you got up letting it slide down your body.

His eyes scanned you slowly and with no shame. "Baby you're a dream." He stood up from the bed just to make you sit on it, again he approached your ear to whisper on it. "Lay down. I wanna taste you."

When you obeyed, head on the pillow, he took off his clothes and crawled on top of you stopping on your tummy. He kissed it, from there going down to your inner thighs. Your legs ended up on his shoulders, his hands gripping the flesh on your hips and sucking hard on your flesh, next thing you saw was his face burying between you.

His tongue was warm pressing against your already sensitive core, curling in your clit making you moan and grab his hair. As much as you were trying not to close your legs you knew your thighs must be crushing him a little bit , but he was eating you out like a starving man anyways. Little did you know how happy was Eddie to choke between your thighs.

Your toes curled as you felt your second orgasm explode in your belly. Your mouth full of cries calling for Eddie. His eyes looked up to you when your back arched, and that must be the hottest thing he have ever seen.

His hands caressed their way up to your head from your hips. When you opened your eyes Eddie's face was the first thing you saw.

"You okay sweet cheeks?" You nodded trying to get your breath back. "Very much, thank you." He laughed while he accommodated himself between your legs, you made room for him. His hands ghosting around your waist, yours went to his face and brushed a strand of his long curly hair.

Eddie pecked all over your face before kissing your lips softly. "You think you can take one more or should we stop?" There was absolutely no way you wanted to stop, ever.

"Oh please Eddie just fuck me already." His brow raised and something changed on his look, it was darker and sharper. Almost like he was pissed.

"Don't be bratty princess." Next words came out of you like an instinct. "Or else?"

"You're so gonna regret that"  He rolled your hips making you end up facing the mattress, Eddie behind you. Took the pillow under your face to place it under your tummy and make your ass lift.

You were wet and turned on, so fucking wet and turned on that his dick slipped smoothly inside you. Nothing but gasps came out of your mouth.

He didn't even let you adjust to him that he was already slamming against you in a cruel fast speed. The bit of pain mixing up  with the pleasure making it only better. You tried to incorporate a bit to at least be able to look at him, but his hand pressed your face against the bed, keeping you there. And then you felt it, first the smack, then the sound and lately the burning feeling on the cheek of your ass. His fingers had to be printed there now. A cry of pain and joy came out from your insides. Well you were discovering a masochist part of yourself today.

"Take it." He ordered under his breath. His hips bucking yours with no control nor care. Your back arched like a cat, fingers holding on tight to the sheets, Eddie whipping your cheeks mercyless while holding you down, the wet dirty sounds of your collision. Fuck, everything was so good. Your moans started to sound more high pitched and your pussy to tighten around him.

"Gonna cum baby?" He sounded feral.

"Yes." You confessed. Cause you were dangerously close again, for third time in less than an hour but you were having too much fun to be ashamed.

But Eddie stopped. Everything. His hand on your face gone so you looked up to him for the first time since you started to fuck.

"Why?" His face deformed in an evil grin. "Brats don't get to cum, maybe next time think twice before you give me the attitude pretty girl."

You almost pouted, so that's how you were gonna regret it. You turned your body to him, ready to complain but again he pushed you down, this time grabbing your wrist above your head. His free hand went to your face and squished it with a strong grip.

"Now Imma continue to fuck you, and you're gonna tell me when you're close. Understood?" You nodded, now you knew better.

"That's better." And he let go of you, both face and wrist. Just so he could push your knees up to your chest and slide inside of you once again. His pace being much slower this time, like he was taking his time to feel you, filling you completely.

You could feel him so deep inside you in that new position, his pelvis bumping against your core. You were so exposed and vulnerable to him right now, and you loved it. His lunges becoming harder and violent but not faster, you whined in need of more.

"You're desperate for my cock. Aren't you?" His left hand grabbed you by the neck, his rings scratching your thin skin. The thumb of his right rubbing your clit.

"Remember to warn me baby."

And he increased the pace. He was filling your senses again with all his actions. You felt overstimulated already from your previous orgasms, so sensible. And the possessiveness and rudeness of his hand around your neck were  really doing something in your head.

Not even five minutes later you felt your walls clenching around him. You were close.

"E-ddie" Your throat starting to feel sore from the moaning and whining.

"You close?"

"Yes" And it stopped again but this time he kept himself inside of you.

Eddie could see the disappointment and frustration in your expression, a pretty cry left your mouth. And it was obvious you were suppressing some complains. Adorable. He stood there, looking at you. Your chest going up and down, calming yourself. When he thought it was enough he started to work his fingers on you again. Still inside you, just abusing your very sensitive and swollen clit.

This time you reached your high even faster, you knew you were not able to handle another denial of your release.

"Eddie please" His jaw clenched, dark eyes, so fucking handsome and looking so mean. He was enjoying your suffering.

"If you want your reward be a good girl and apologize."

"Apologize?" He almost laughed.

"Fucking you so dumb you don't even know what you did wrong?" 

But he did not stop, he continued to masturbate you until your pussy started to throb.

"Don't you dare coming, I can feel it too." So it was not over. That's when you felt your eyes watering, you were about to cry. You felt humiliated, exposed, confused and frustrated. But at the same time you had never felt better than now.

"I'm sorry" Of course that was not enough.

"For what?"

You were so close, so so close. And you didn't want to disobey Eddie, you wanted to be a good girl for him.

"For teasing you. I'm sorry for being a brat." Words sounding almost like screams.

Eddie smiled, pleased with your answer and moved his hips against yours.

"That's it baby, now you can come for me."

And it came like an explosion. Arching back, trembling legs, numb senses. You never had an orgasm like this before, not even touching yourself and of course not with Jack. Eddie really showed you what you were missing.

Eddie did not last much with the overwhelming feeling of your tight inside clenching around him when you came. And the picture of you grabbing his sheets, back curved pronouncing your breasts, opened mouth gasping for air, that picture would hunt him forever.

He broke away just in time to cum in your beautiful tummy. He threw himself on the bed by your side.

"Can I get a kiss?" Your voice sounded rasp and weak while asking. Eddie's expression was already soft while looking at you, eyes fulls of adoration.

"How I'm gonna say no to that face?"

He leaned and gave you a tender kiss. First on your lips and then on each of your eyelids.

"Well you did a lot just before."

"How are you feeling about that?" The same hand that was marking your ass a minutes before was now stroking your hair.

"I didn't know I was into that." 

"You did so well sweetheart. I'm sorry if I was too rough but you make me feral." And even tho his cum was still all over you, you managed to blush at his words.  "Now let's get you cleaned up shall we?" His index pointed at the mess on your body. You nodded with a giggle and he escorted you to the bathroom to have a shower. 

......................................................................

"Wow babes, you and Jack really had fun yesterday night." Chrissy jostled you softly when she sat right next to you in the cafeteria. Jack sitting a couple of seats to your right raised his head when he heard his name being mentioned, actually everyone in the table started to pay attention to you. 

All the marks in your tighs, ass and neck did not stop you that morning to dress yourself like you usually did, not minding in hiding the hickies. 

"Oh no, he broke up with me yesterday actually." Jason gave you a nasty look.

"Then who did that to you?" A wet sloppy kiss was given to your cheek.

"I did" Eddie's voice send chills down your spine. Jack face had an horror expression to say the least, all of them looked shock actually. "Let's go princess." 

Eddie offered you his hand, you took it happily and walked away with him as you heard a murmur fill the room. How scandalous, the freak and the bimbo. 

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SOFT EDDIE MUNSON N DOING HIS HAIR HEADCANONS I BEG🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I LOVE THESE EDDIE IDEAS YOU'RE SENDING IN, KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK (also we need some fluff after what happened recently mkay-)

Eddie Munson letting you do his hair

Warnings: soft Eddie, lots n lots of fluff (honestly, we need it)

Okay so Eddie has rules when it comes to his hair. These rules can basically be summed up in about three words: don't touch it

When it comes to you, however, he doesn't really care. In fact, he's constantly begging you to play with his hair, or brush it, or whatever (he also likes when you yank on it, but that's a different story 👀)

You'll be on the couch flipping through the channels on the television, and he'll come sit next to you and put his head in your lap, looking up at you with big, puppy dog eyes as he holds out the brush, gesturing for you to take it

Honestly, how could you say no?

He's practically jumping with glee when you take it and begin to run the brush through his dark, poofy locks

He gets VERY upset if you stop at any point, even if you have good reason to

"Hey, get back here! You're not done brushing my hair yet!" *pouty face*

"Eddie, babe, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll finish brushing your hair when I get back"

"Finneee"

He loves when you braid it or put it in a ponytail. One time, he even let you give him pigtails. To say he looked adorable was an understatement

If you see him doing something where his hair keeps getting in his face (playing his guitar, for example) you have an unspoken agreement that it's okay for you to pull his hair back into a half bun or something to get it out of his face (he thanks you for it after)

I like to think that the two of you are good friends with Chrissy (shut up, Chrissy woke up, she's fine) and that sometimes you'll invite her over to your house so the two of you can do his hair together

By the time you're done, both of you hands are cramping from all the braiding you did, and Eddie looks like a goddamn model, his hair all done up n everything

(All I can think of now is a braid train where Eddie's braiding Chrissy's hair while you're braiding his. Just imagine how cute)

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Only You

Requested by @sodapop182 I hope you like this and ty for the request and sweet words 😘

Hi!! I recently came upon your blog and have been binging your Eddie fics!! 💖 I was wondering if I could request some angst/fluff? Eddie has to excuse himself from the Hellfire meeting to do a quick deal with Chrissy.

He ends up leaving his black lunchbox at Hellfire & invites her back to watch. He asks fem reader if she minds giving up her seat next to him (she’s totally in love with Eddie & thought he felt the same until he started dealing to Chrissy).

Reader plays it cool (but deff giving the stank face) gives Chrissy the seat and actually tells her to play in her place just to spite Eddie? Then storms out to her car to jam to Van Halen?

Maybe a few hours or days later he realizes the impact he has on reader and apologizes explaining Chrissy is just a customer & he’s in love with reader? super fluff ending ◡̈ sorry this is so long but I’ve just been playing this out in my head!!! 💖💖💖 please keep writing your stories they are amazing!!

Warnings; angst to fluff, pining, misunderstandings, idiots in love.

Likes, reblogs, comments are also welcome and appreciated 🙂❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

❤ Repost because the tags are glitchy 😥

Y/n looked forward to Hellfire every single week, it was a highlight for her and one of the main reasons was because of Hellfire's leader Eddie Munson.

They had been growing closer lately and she was falling head over heels in love with him, she was so sure he felt the same way.

Until he started dealing to Chrissy Cunningham.

Chrissy. Perfect Chrissy. She couldn't compete with the queen of Hawkins High, pretty, popular, Eddie was bound to fall under her spell.

Eddie interrupts her musings as he dashes around pulling on his leather jacket and denim vest.

"Shit, y/n I gotta make a quick stop I've got a deal with Chrissy to attend I'll be like ten minutes tops, tell the sheeples to sit and be patient yeah?".

Before she can answer he rushes out, she watches him go sadly and patiently waits for the rest of Hellfire to arrive.

When they do Dustin turns to her puzzled.

"Hey, where's Eddie?".

"Doing a deal with Chrissy". She answers him trying to not sound upset over it. The problem with Dustin though is he's very observant and she's sure he knows that she's in love with Eddie.

Eddie arrives back moments later, quicker than she expected but then she notices Chrissy in tow and her heart sinks.

"Left the goods didn't I?", He walks up to his throne and holds up his metal lunchbox with his supplies inside then turns to her.

"Hey, sweetheart do you mind if Chrissy sits in your seat today? She's gonna watch the game. Just in case she has any questions or anything?".

Chrissy is smiling at her all sweet and hopeful. How the hell could she say no? She can't even hate Chrissy because the girl is a fucking sweetheart.

"Sure" she fakes a smile and gets up but inside she's fuming. It's her seat. It's always been her seat. Then Chrissy comes along and Eddie just tosses her aside.

"You know what Chrissy, take my place tonight and play okay, I have a headache".

She grabs her bag and Eddie stands up.

"Wait y/n you can't leave. You're one of our best players". She shrugs.

''I'm sure Chrissy will play fine". Eddies brow furrows in confusion.

"Are you mad at me?". She's about to snap but sighs sadly. He doesn't know how she feels, it's not his fault if he doesn't feel the same and wants Chrissy.

It still hurts like hell though.

"I'm fine Eddie". He frowns.

"You seem mad? Come and sit down, There's a seat next to Wheeler. Are you having your monthly troubles or something?".

She gapes, the others, including Chrissy shake their head groaning.

"Edward Munson you can't possibly be that fucking oblivious!"

She storms out before he can say another word and heads to her car and drives off a little away from the school.

She parks in a quiet spot and turns on the radio, Van Halen is playing. Jump which is one of her favourites.

It makes her smile a little but she still really needs a good cry and finally lets out the tears that she's been holding in.

💕💖

The next day at school she avoids Eddie, she isn't sure how to express how she's feeling to him.

A small part of her wonders if giving her seat away to Chrissy was the beginning? What if he and Chrissy grew closer and closer and he decided he didn't need her anymore?

He surely realised she was upset about Chrissy and yeah she could have said last night but it wasn't worth causing a scene about it.

Chrissy hadn't done anything wrong so how could she explain why she was so mad?

She hated feeling like this and hoped Eddie would leave her alone just to gather her thoughts.

Of course, she knew Eddie better than that. He was waiting for her after school, leaning against his van.

Before she can reach him she's intercepted by Samuel who is part of the football team. He's been giving her attention for a few weeks now but she's never been interested.

Because she's so in love with Eddie that he's all she wants.

"Hi?". Samuel grins and leans in closer to her

"So babe, you know Jason is throwing a party tonight? Ditch the freaks and hang with us cool kids?".

Ugh, Jason. She couldn't think of anything worse than being around him.

"Sorry, I uh have plans tonight". His smirk drops but he doesn't get a chance to say anything else as Eddie stalks up to them.

His brown eyes flash in anger.

"Clear off douchebag. She's not interested". Samuel sneers at Eddie and barges past him.

"Dickhead". Eddie hisses and turns his dark stare onto her.

"He's always sniffing around you right now princess. I don't like it". She sighs, here we go again they had the same conversation last week.

"I'm not interested in him Eddie". How many times does she have to tell him that? His tense stance still doesn't soften and she comes to a realisation very quickly.

"Wait...are you jealous?". He doesn't even miss a beat before answering.

''Yes, also you've been avoiding me, sweetheart. I know you're mad at me". She freezes. She should have known Eddie would realise how she felt. He wasn't stupid.

"Please just drop it?" she begs him not wanting to add confessing her feelings to her already shitty day.

"I should have never given your seat away, it was thoughtless. I just wanted Chrissy to feel comfortable. Didn't think it through though did I?".

She softens a bit but there's still this big knot inside her that needs to get her feelings out.

"I just figured Chrissy is pretty, popular, Hawkin's queen. Of course, you would choose her over me". He gapes.

"Sweetheart, shit no, no". Oh god don't cry, don't cry she chastises herself.

"Eddie, please don't lie. I understand if you like Chrissy she's... He explodes before she has a chance to finish her sentence looking frustrated.

"Jesus H Christ, Chrissy is just a customer princess. I don't have any feelings for her romantically or otherwise. None. I'm so damn in love with you that no one else compares".

His face pales and his words spin around in her mind. He loves her. Not Chrissy. He's always felt the same way.

"You love me?". She sobs feeling overwhelmed with happiness.

"I'm madly in love with you princess. Should have told you how I felt. Instead of you feeling like this". He walks up to her and strokes her cheek.

"I love you so much, 'm sorry I made you feel like this sweetheart, I love you. Only you".

She doesn't waste any more time once he says that, wrapping her arms around his neck and kisses him.

"I love you too Eds, been wanting to say for so long". He presses tender kisses on her lips, then her forehead.

"Let's get out of here yeah? Long weekend ahead of us. I'm thinking of not leaving the bed".

Fuck. She nods feeling flushed with desire.

"Lead the way Dungeon master". He winks, and opens the van door for her so she gets inside, he kisses her once more before joining her.

The possibilities of the weekend spread out in front of her and she can't wait to see how it turns out.

💞💞

Tags @golden-wander @hoeshii @eddielives1986 @sodapop182

[byebyler]

SO I’m absolutely eating up everyone’s Byler posts and loving the unbridled optimism everyone is exhibiting towards our ship becoming canon

but

I just can’t get on board like some people. Because a lot of their reasoning hinges on “if the Duffers were smart, they’d...” and that is reason enough to say oh, no, then it’s not going to happen. Bc the Duffers aren’t smart. How can they be dropping all these hints and crafting a narrative so subtly, masterfully poignant when they literally forgot Will’s birthday this season. At this point, any stroke of genius found in the narrative seems to me to be a complete accidental coincidence 

Which is why I’m bracing myself for the absolute Worst Case Scenario when it comes to Will being gay, coming out, Byler, etc etc. And the WCS for me would be...

Will dies at the end of the season

It turns into another “bury your gays” trope and we’re all let down

My personal opinion on this season being split up is that there’s something completely and totally status quo breaking at the end. They want to give everyone a chance to sit with part one, digest it, and start all the crazy theorizing so everyone is primed for part two. And there’s something in part two that’s going to have everyone shocked and freaking out. I think the death of a main character would fit that bill

The hints for Byler are all there. The aversion to girls, the painting, El saying she thinks he’s interested in someone, all the awkwardness between him and Mike, the heart to hearts, [tender music playing], the whisperings of a love triangle in reviews, etc etc. It’s there, so I think it’s safe enough to say that yes, Will is gay. Yes, he’s into Mike. And honestly yes I do also think Mike is having a sexuality crisis, or at least a relationship crisis with El, so who really knows how that will go?? Whether the crush is requited or not, it would still hurt like hell if Will died as a conclusion to that story

My main reasoning for this WCS is the harness pic. That tells us Will gets snatched at some point, and the most obvious answer is that he gets picked up by Vecna. Same as Chrissy, same as Fred, same as Patrick, plus Max and Nancy

Now Max already had a daring escape, and Nancy has to be freed as well because there are still shots of her in the trailer that weren’t in part one, so they must be in part two. Plus we’ve yet to see the shot of Eddie playing guitar on top of his trailer in the upside down. What else could that be, if it’s not to play Nancy’s favorite song and save her?

So are we really going to have three close calls with no real deaths? Is Will going to be another fake out who gets snatched but eventually freed via the power of love and music and friendship? Is Vecna really only going to be 3 for 6?? I don’t know, I just can’t see them pulling the same fake out stunt three times in a row with main characters like that. Especially when it seems like they’re all resolved in similar ways (as far as we can guess, at least). So I don’t know, it just seems like lazy writing if they pull the same stunt three times. But then again... who knows?

And of course all the actors’ hints towards Will’s journey this season, saying there’s romance but also that it’s sad/emotional? I can’t remember their phrasing exactly but it was something like that. And of course any coming out scene would be emotional for us, but having it end in death would be unambiguously sad for everyone watching 

And then Will’s painting would be used much like Hopper’s letter at the end of the last season. Mike is mourning Will’s death on his own, spots the painting, unrolls it to see something even more emotional and something that spells out how Will always felt about him. But by now, it’s too late

But of course, that could all be bullshit. I sincerely hope it’s bullshit. Like I said, this is the Worst Case Scenario that I can think of. And why I think it COULD be a possibility

But I could be (and hope I’m) wrong about all of this. I think Steve is another big possibility for a main character that might die. And if he dies, I don’t think they’d kill two main characters like that. Will might not even be getting lifted up by Vecna. There’s a whole host of bullshit that could happen to him tbh. Or maybe the writers are lazy and will do the same fake out just to scare people three separate times. I just don’t know

My main reasoning AGAINST the “Will dies” theory would just be that the cast has been very coy and giggly whenever dancing around the subject of Will’s love life. And if Will died, and Finn and David were still acting like that in interviews... Well, they’d kind of be assholes, wouldn’t they? So that’s why I think this theory isn’t true

But like I said, I’m just lowering my expectations as much as I possibly can. Will dying would be the worst case scenario for me, both as a Byler shipper and just a big stan of Will in general. And I know if I let myself get too sucked into the positive theories then I’ll just end up being disappointed in the end. Most likely. Here’s hoping I’m super stupid and wrong. I’ll check back in in ~a month and we’ll see if I was right or wrong! xx

[steveharrington]

Okay in fairness I do feel like some of the later deaths had better character execution (heh) if that makes any sense. Like I’m super ambivalent to Chrissy as a character but I feel like we got a lot more development for her than Barb. Which might not be an accident bc of how heavy season one is with the character tropes, Barb starts and stays relatively one note bc she doesn’t get a chance to develop/need to do anything else but exist as Nancy’s friend

I will say barb’s death has always kind of rubbed me wrong because the narrative focus on Will makes things kind of uneven like it seems like no one cares about her (except Nancy) in comparison to how much people care about will. Which is obviously necessary for the narrative but then I get to the fact that she died in the upside down even though she was there for a shorter amount of time and I would assume have a better shot as a healthy almost-adult compared to a scrawny child. But it’s also necessary for the horror movie vibes and quite a bit less distressing than will’s death would have been for a lot of the reasons I mentioned

I’m not trying to say the other deaths which were extremely telegraphed were executed better (I still think it’s the best character death*). Stranger things is just really bad at killing off characters

(*honorable mention to Billy bc I love that he died even if I don’t care for how they went about doing it)

see for me it doesn’t particularly bother me that barb didn’t get tons of development beforehand because like ….. she was there for such a short period of time yk? so if we had spent like a good chunk of the first two episodes like delving into who barb is as a person, it would’ve felt weird and not given us as much time with the plot exposition and getting to know our characters who actually live (ooo that sounded brutal sorry barb) and in typical slasher fashion, some people who die for the sake of raising the stakes and establishing danger just aren’t going to get much of a personality before they’re killed.

as for will getting more attention than barb in terms of being missing, i think it’s kinda only natural considering the ties he has to so many of the main characters. he’s joyce’s son, jonathan’s brother, mike lucas and dustin’s best friend. it makes sense that there’s more urgency and attention placed on him because we spend more time with these characters in combination than we do with nancy, who was the only one who really had ties to barb. it is a little weird that hopper doesn’t seem very motivated to find her, i will grant you that. like damn “police chief” we got a missing girl could you like pretend to care pls

it would’ve been nice to maybe explore how will survived for a week in an environment that got barb killed immediately. i guess we’re supposed to extrapolate from the demogorgon being directly behind her at steve’s place that she just….immediately was killed? whereas will had a weapon and some distance idk that’s the best theory i can come up with.

when i say barb’s death is well executed, i mainly mean that it had an obvious impact on nancy. her relationship with barb carried through to the next season, she grieved, it caused conflict between her and steve, and the justice she wanted to get for barb was literally her main plotline in s2 (and jonathan’s!) whereas with other deaths like bob, fred, EDDIE!!!!!, etc the characters they were close to barely react. there’s some sprinkled in mourning for bob, dustin gives his fake ass speech about eddie, fred literally gets nothing from nancy at all, but barb’s death was realistic in the way it affected nancy. i think st’s main problem right now is that the stakes feel so incredibly low. like yeah someone could die but they’ll probably just come back to life, and if they don’t ….. oh well ? our characters won’t be that broken up about it ?? s1 and 2 just did a great job depicting grief and how the absence of a loved one is all consuming and not something that can just be brushed off. s4 is extremely lacking in that area

[thaliasandy]

Hellcheer headcanon:

Eddie comes back home to Hawkins for Christmas after being on tour for 3 years.

While Corroded Coffin gained more and more popularity and they made so much money that Eddie could afford to buy his uncle a nice house in the fancy area of Hawkins, (after quite a bit of protesting from Wayne because he wants Eddie to spend his money on other things)

Life hadn't been exactly kind or generous to Chrissy.

She eventually managed to move into her own apartment, away from her toxic mother. She had 2 jobs just to get by and she didn't have much time for friendships or relationships.

But when she met Nancy at the grocery store the other day she'd invited her to the Christmas party she and Jonathan held at their place every year. She'd named a couple of people who'd be there that she might know: Robin, Steve, Nancy's brother Mike and his girlfriend El, Dustin, Max and Lucas, (she remembered him being on the Basketball team) ...and Eddie.

The main reason Chrissy had agreed to come to the party in the first place was seeing Eddie again but now, sitting in the dark, in her parked car in front of Nancy's and Jonathan's home, she felt like a creep.

She got out of the car and tried to look into one of the windows but couldn't see much from where she stood;

It looked cozy, the people inside looked like they were having fun... it looked absolutely overwhelming to Chrissy and just as she was about to go back to her car she saw a glimpse of him.

He was still just as cool as she remembered him, with his long hair and his leather jacket and the confident, almost cocky attitude...then, when he turned to the side she saw it, the little girl in his arms, with curly brown hair almost the same colour as his, he lifted her in the air, making her laugh.

...And suddenly Chrissy felt like someone had punched her.

Eddie Munson had a daughter and probably a wife too. Why wouldn't he have a family?! He was the sweetest man she'd ever met.

She felt incredibly stupid for thinking she'd show up and he'd magically fall in love with her, when they hadn't spoken a word in years and even back then all they had in common was the shared trauma of being stuck together for a couple of days and almost dying in some nightmare-ish alternate dimension.

He probably didn't even remember her, hadn't wasted a single thought on the ditzy cheerleader who wanted to buy drugs from him.

Like on autopilot she walked the few steps back to her car.

"Chrissy!"

She quickly and as discreetly as possible wiped away the tears that she'd failed to hold back.

"It's really you! Good to see you!"

He did a little jog towards her, his arms spread out for a hug.

"Eddie!" She squeaked when he embraced her almost lifting her off the ground.

Maybe he hadn't forgotten her after all...probably hard to fully forget the girl whose boyfriend wanted to murder you when all you did was trying to help her.

He was warm and he smelled good and Chrissy wanted nothing more than to nuzzle her face deeper in the crook of his neck and never let go of him until she realized she was behaving like a weirdo...

"You look beautiful."

She brushed her hands along the front of the crimson velvet dress she wore under her unbuttoned coat, trying to flatten imaginary creases.

She knew she'd gained a couple of pounds since she started going to therapy and was recovering but, even only illuminated by the street lights, the soft smile on his lips and the way his gentle brown eyes looked at her, told her his compliment was genuine, not just an empty statement to fill the awkward silence.

"Thank you...So do you."

"Yeah well..."

He chuckled, almost bashfully running his fingers through his hair.

"Come on let get inside."

He reached for her hand but she stood there petrified.

"What's wrong?"

She couldn't tell him the truth, that meeting his wife and their toddler would probably shatter her heart into a million pieces.

"Oh...um...I don't think I can go inside, I wanted to but... I get overwhelmed pretty easily by so many people..."

It wasn't a complete lie.

He nodded, looking sad.

"Yeah...me too sometimes...ever since, you know. I had a couple of panic attacks backstage before concerts...fun stuff."

He rolled his eyes and slightly shook his head and Chrissy wanted to hug him again.

"Hey, how about you're my date for tonight! For old times' sake; The freak and the cheerleader! And neither of us has to go in there alone."

He smiled at her and she tried so hard not to cry. Of course he was just joking but she couldn't stop thinking about walking in there with his arm around her shoulder, smiling, laughing at his silly jokes, having a wonderful time and then going home with him by the end of the night...

"You're not a freak, you're a rockstar now and I...I'm not a cheerleader anymore."

...'I'm a freaking mess' she added in her head.

"Oh fuck, you're probably happily married now and I say shit like that! Sorry, that was a stupid idea."

"I'm not...Your wife probably wouldn't like that either though."

"I'm single! "

He interjected energetically.

" You're...a single dad? Must be difficult..."

"Dad?! I'm definitely not a dad..."

He caught her eyes absentmindedly drifting in the direction of the window behind him.

"Oh! That's Lucy! When was the last time you saw my uncle?"

"I don't know...Graduation day, i guess. Why?"

"Wayne has a wife and a little daughter now...she's almost 2, I guess the old man made good use of the privacy he got as soon as he had the trailer to himself. Do you wanna meet them?."

"She's your cousin?..."

He nodded and leaned against her car, smirking at how her expression suddenly changed.

"...The offer still stands, princess." He extended his hand to her in an almost theatrical way.

"Do you want to be my date? ...We don't have to stay long and we can leave if it gets too much for you."

Chrissy felt like she was losing her mind, Eddie Munson not only turned out to be single after all, he asked her to be his date and was an absolute sweetheart, he also hinted at leaving the party with her.

"I'd love to."

She smiled as she took his hand and let him lead her to the house.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Just thinking about how Robert uses people made me think of Nicola and how it never mentioned/touched upon, I mean she pretty much preyed on him, took his virginity and then dumped him, and was the first girl he liked? I think that would screw someone up a bit when comes to relationships as well as his daddy issues and his adoptive brother killing his mum figure who he feels his dad favours, I do actually wonder if that why he drawn to likes of Sadie and maybe Rebecca women who play him as much as tries he plays them and in Sadie case another woman who used him for sex, and destroyed his relationship with Katie because he got scared it become too real? I mean loads of people like Robert loved Katie yes but i do not think it a retcon his main attraction to Katie was because she was with Andy. I think you can love someone but also use them at the same time. I think Chrissie again he loved her but cheated on her twice but main attraction to her was status, money etc, with Aaron i feel he just saw him a play thing and never planned to fall for him which i feel is why he treated him with such distain because he first person he fell for with not ulterior reasons.

didn't nicola mention it once in the beginning of Ryan!Robert? and I thought Katie was the first girl he ever liked? It's what you keep telling me.

but as i've said many times before - i only started watching robron from ssw16 and the whole show not until around the first wedding. I don't know anything about things that happened before that. Especially not teen!Robert.

and honestly - i'm not the person you want to talk to for deep meaningful character studies. I'm just here to have fun.

Robron to me only exist in fics and tumblr shitposts and random headcanons - and other fanworks. Emmerdale has nothing to do with them anymore. It's just a show i bitch about for half an hour a day - and an hour on thursday.