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U wanted more perv!eddie I shall deliver ok so perv!stepbro!eddie x innocent reader where she comes to him with a problem ‘down there’ ;))

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.

"Eddie," You peer cautiously into his room, your fingers wrapped around the doorway, "I need help."

"Help?" He echoes from where he's sprawled over his mattress thumbing through a lewd magazine, "Whatcha need help with, princess?"

"I.. I feel funny." You admit, your hands crossing over your abdomen, "Down there."

Eddie's brows skyrocket, practically disappearing into his hairline. He'd be a dirty liar if he says he's never thought about you while fucking his fist before, desperately wishing the friction his fingers provided was coming from your cunt instead. But he doesn't want to take advantage of you, he knows you're less-than-experienced with sex, having lived a sheltered life.

"Alright," He gestures to the end of his bed, "Have a seat, sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong."

You perch on your calves, your thighs pressed tightly together beneath you. Your legs are bent at the knee, and it gives Eddie the perfect view of you squirming slightly in your spot, no doubt rutting against whatever friction you can find in your jeans.

He looks away, cheeks flushed.

"'Feels funny down there," You explain again, "Feels nice when I do this." To punctuate your statement you give a little wiggle, and Eddie feels the movement through the mattress.

"Shit, baby." He runs a hand over his face, "You can't- listen, you gotta understand: this is big."

"Big?"

"Big." He confirms, daring to look you in the eyes and finding concern in them, "'S not a bad thing. It's just.. maybe it's not the kind of thing you want to come to me for."

"Oh." You look crestfallen, and Eddie swears he feels his heart crack. He's doing this for your own good, he can't take your trust in him and warp it for his own advantage!

But then you stand, striding sadly towards the door, "'M sorry, Eds. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just-" You hesitate, and Eddie glances up at you.

"You just what, honey?"

"It gets better when I think about you." You admit, your cheeks flushed as your thighs squeeze, "'Feels like I got a whole lotta butterflies down there, 'n more when you're around."

He nearly breaks. He can feel his cock tighten his boxers, the fabric strained against his hard-on. Your voice is sugary sweet and oh-so-naive, and he feels sick for the way his body reacts to it.

"Sweetheart," He starts, "You.. that means you're getting excited." He supplies lamely, the word horny sounding like a crime towards you, "That's normal, uh- your body's supposed to do that."

"So why are you upset?" You step cautiously towards the bed again, "Is it me?"

"No, it's-" Yes, it's you. It's you and your intoxicating voice, your irresistible touch, your adorable features. It's you. "It's not you, princess. I just don't think it would be very nice of me to help you out with this."

You don't seem to understand the severity of the situation, and your brows dip into a frown. Your lower lip wobbles, and Eddie feels a tug at his heartstrings, because he's supposed to always be there for you. He's supposed to be the one you can count on for anything, anything except this. Guilt gnaws at his chest at the thought of taking advantage of your naivety, and somehow he manages to wrestle with his lust enough to console you and send you away.

"I'll- I'll tell you how to fix it," He offers, covering his eyes with his hand to avoid staring you up and down.

"You know how to fix it?" Your eyes light up, not that he can see, and he hears you giggle softly, "Thanks, Eddie."

"Mhm," He whines pathetically, "'Course sweetheart. What you gotta do, is- fuck," He hisses, "You gotta touch yourself. Down there. Start with one finger."

"One finger.. inside?" Your eyes go wide in fear, and Eddie's stomach flips.

"Yeah," He continues, "If one is too easy, try two. Don't, uh- Don't go any further than two. Go easy on yourself."

"Thank you, Eddie," You gush, rushing forwards to press a kiss to his burning cheek, "'Love you!"

"Love you too," He mumbles bashfully after you as you race back to your room, intent on 'fixing your problem', griping to himself in the now-silence of his bedroom, "'Better get into heaven for that shit."

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Hurts like Hell: Kas! Eddie x Sinclair! Reader

Summary: You get word that the party has found Eddie alive but changed. In an effort to get him back to seeing reason, you put your life at risk to save your friends and if he’s still in there,  the man you love.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, discussions of mental health, blood, mentions of pregnancy

I dialed down the angst a lot when I edited it today so im not sure i like this one, idk lemme know what you think

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Girlfriend | E.M.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend is very drunk, doesn’t recognize you and tells you he has a girlfriend. 

Word count: 1k

Warnings: this is literally just 1k of fluff. There is a tiny bit of angst about the upside down, but not really. A lot of mentions of Eddie being drunk

Author’s note: Canon divergence, it’s not really ST4 Vol. 2 compliant. Also, established relationship! :))

Disclaimer: GIF isn’t mine ;))

Eddie Munson, the notorious drug dealer of Hawkins High and more importantly your loving boyfriend, never drank very much. Sure, he’d have the occasional beer during Corroded Coffin band rehearsals or after their performances in the Hide Out, but he almost never got hammered. He much preferred the high of a – or several – joints, relishing in the fact that the hangovers weren’t nearly as bad.

Which is why you’re very surprised to see your leather clad boyfriend quite drunk during Steve’s party at Harrington Manor, as you liked to call it. It is the first time you’ve ever seen him like this.

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this is an experiment:

trying to prove something to my friends

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On the flip side of Small dick! Jonathan, I offer big Cock Eddie Munson

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Big cock Eddie would be so embarrassed. He would expect you to look at it and scream, run away in fear. 8 inches and almost too thick for your hand to wrap around it comfortably. He would be so afraid to hurt you, he wouldn’t even put it in all the way the first few times you had sex. He’d put it in half way, and made sure the lights were off so you couldn’t tell. One day you walked in on him rubbing one out, and thats when you finally saw it. Its true size was not what you had been feeling.

Finally you beg him to put it inside of you, bottom out and fill you up. He reluctantly agrees, hes convinced you can’t take it. But he doesn’t know you’re a size queen. You love feeling your pussy stretch around him. At first, it hurt, you were even worried something might rip. You couldn’t walk the next week, the sharp vaginal pain was too much.

he was mortified you were in such pain, but then you kept asking for more. You loved feeling him in your stomach, hitting your cervix, splitting you in two.

He loves the praise you give him for it.

“Eddie, filling me up so good, rip me apart on that cock!” So he does. He keeps fucking you despite how much of your senior year you’ve missed from being unable to walk.

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Heated

Being in a secret relationship with Jack wasn’t really your ideal relationship but he always told you how he wanted things between the two of you to be kept a secret to be his little secret you were the one thing nobody knew about, and he wanted to keep it that way.

It was the night before Jack’s final show in Australia only a few people knew that Jack and you were a thing and that was Neelam and Urban and a few of your close friends back home but that was about it.

“You look so good tonight, Jack.” Straddling Jack’s lap, you smiled and admired him he had on black cargos and white tank top but that was one thing about Jack he always made the most basic outfits not look so basic.

“Thank you baby you look good too.. I’m trynna see you in that birthday suit if we’re being honest.” You moaned as Jack started kissing on your neck softly, his lips were so soft ever kiss he left on your neck made you want more and more but unfortunately Jack was due to be on stage in a few minutes, so this moment had to wait till later.

“Not right now Jack you’re about to be on in a few minutes.” Groaning Jack pulled away from you.

“When are you going to tell everyone about us.” You mumbled and started twiddling with your thumps, everytime you brought that question up it led to an argument.

“When I’m ready baby I don’t think it’s a good time to announce us being together especially with my career taking off.” That was his excuse recently he didn’t want you being the reason his rise of fame fell so quickly.

“Let’s go then yeah I know everyone’s probably wondering where we are.” Getting off of him you took his hand and headed over towards where everyone was at.

“What we’re you two doing?” 2fo gave Jack and You a questioning look as did everyone else.

“I didn’t really like the outfit I had tried on earlier for tonight, so Y/N helped style me into this one really quick.” Jack lied quickly and the boys nodded in approval of Jack’s outfit but 2fo was too busy looking at you he had a feeling Jack wasn’t exactly telling the truth, but he decided to put it to rest for now.

“Well, are we just going to be standing around or put on a show for the fans?” Urban questioned and everyone 2fo and the rest of the guys went on first and then Jack went on.

You watched on the side of the stage in awe at Jack seeing him perform for his fans never failed to amaze you he was talented and there was no doubt about it he always puts on a show that he knew his fans would remember for a lifetime.

“You know it’s still so unreal for him at times.” Urban came from behind you now standing next to you, he took a few pictures of Jack before turning his attention back to you.

“I bet it is especially for you as well.”

“Yeah, I’m not even the famous one but yet I still feel famous.” The both of you watched Jack in awe just truly soaking up all his glory Jack was made for this lifestyle, and you truly couldn’t see him doing anything else.

After the show you all decided to head over to one of the many clubs in Australia just to unwind and enjoy your last time here for a while. You didn’t really pack anything fancy like that you had that thought in the back of your head that you should but wearing dresses and tight clothing all the time wasn’t really your thing. Wearing sweatpants and a baggy or oversized shirt was more your style you always did feel a bit insecure seeing all the girls Jack follows or talks about and seeing just how differently their style was to yours. 

Deciding on wearing just a basic crop top and leggings was going to be your outfit for tonight and Jack’s orange and blue north face puffer jacket as well you went to shower and do your hair and makeup. 

“Baby you almost ready to go were about to leave in ten minutes baby.” Jack’s voice yelled from the other side of the door you looked yourself over one last time before opening the door, Jack’s smile that was once placed on his face quickly turned into a frown. 

“This is what you’re wearing for tonight baby? I thought you were going to dress up you do know this is a club appearance as well.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You now felt insecure in what you were wearing you knew you should’ve brought a dress or something, but Jack always said he loved you in anything you wore he always said he preferred you without all the glitz and glam. 

“It means there will be cameras there baby people taking pictures of us all together and you decided to keep it safe.. like you always do.” He mumbled that last part but you heard him loud and clear.

“I can change real quick if you want.” Biting your lip, you watched how Jack grew frustrated but there was no time for you to change. 

“We don’t have time baby just come on you look good enough.” You didn’t want to ruin Jack’s image that was the only thought running through your mind the entire car ride there, while everyone else was socializing and drinking and going over their favorite moments on the trip you were too busy looking out the window and praying and hoping you weren’t going to mess up tonight.

Once you all arrived at the club Neelam and Urban got out first followed by 2fo and the rest of the guys, Jack and You being the last ones left in the SUV.

“You ready baby?” No, you weren’t ready especially after what he said to you earlier, you’d so rather go back to the hotel room then act like you’re having a good time in this club.

“I’m ready.” You whispered while Jack offered his hand to you which you took, and he helped lead you out of the SUV.

As soon as the two of you stepped out the paparazzi was going crazy people yelling Jack’s name from left to right cameras being shoved in his face and your face.

“Jack over here.”

“Jack who’s the girl?”

“Jack, can we get a picture of you really quick.”

Jack’s security guard safety got the two of you inside the club.

“Neelam said she already found a booth for us all I’ll just meet her over there.”

“Sounds good baby.” There was a VIP line that the two of you had to wait in and even if Jack was a celebrity he still had to be dressed to impress for the club and if he wasn’t well, they’d kick him out the club.

“Jack Harlow the man of the hour glad to see you in Australia.” One of the club owners greeted Jack the two of them talked for a few minutes before he left Jack in, once his attention was on yours, he couldn’t help but to turn his nose up to you.

“This.. I’m sorry but you are aware this is a club correct? Leggings and a crop top really don’t pass the club dress code.” Your eyes darted over towards Jack who just scratched the back of his head and shrugged his shoulders at you.

“Well Jack is my..”

You huffed you couldn’t even tell this man that Jack and You were actually together.

“Jack knows me so can’t I just come in anyways.” The club owner looked over at Jack then back at you.

“Jack, you know this girl?” Jack didn’t know what to do or say he loved you he truly did, but he knew how the media was and how people got so he felt like what he was about to say next was actually going to protect you but instead it hurt you.

“Never seen her in my life.”

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Not My Type

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Steve have been dating for a while, but it turns out you've both just been using each other to hide your true feelings.

A/N: Okay so this is kind of going to be Steve and the reader sort of forcing a relationship with each other because well, neither of them are straight in this lol. (I did it so Steve was bi tho obviously, just pointing that out in case it wasn't clear)

Steve Harrington. He was probably one of your favourite people. He was your boyfriend for god's sake. But you weren't sure you wanted him to be.

You'd been dating for a few months now and you wanted to like him like that, you really did. But let's just say he wasn't exactly your type.

And whenever you saw him with Eddie, much like right now, it became clear to you that you might not be his type either.

You wanted to talk to him about it, but you didn't even know where to start. It wasn't exactly easy talking about this kind of stuff. But you knew you just couldn't continue this charade any longer. You just felt like you were keeping him from pursuing what he really wanted, who he really wanted. You had to say something.

"Steve?" You nudged his arm, directing his attention away from Eddie. "Can we talk?"

"Sure. What's up?" He said, as he took you off to the side so you could have some privacy.

"Okay, so you know I care about you."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"No...I don't know...I just don't think we're a good match, like...maybe we'd prefer other people." You tried to say, gesturing towards Eddie to try and make things more clear.

Steve just let out a nervous laugh when he realised what you were trying to say. "You think I like Eddie?"

"Steve, come on. I see the way you look at him. And I see the way he looks at you."

"Really?"

"Yeah." You hesitated before saying the next part of your sentence. "And I get it."

"You like Eddie too?" He asked, the genuine surprise evident in his face.

"No." You told him. "Let's just say, he's not my type...and neither are you."

"What?"

"Okay." You huffed, forgetting how clueless Steve could be sometimes. "Fast Times."

Once you said that, a wave of realisation seemed to hit him. "Oh...you like boobies."

"Yeah." You nodded, relieved that he'd finally got it. "I like...boobies."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah."

"So were we literally just using each other this whole time?"

You chuckled. "It seems that way."

"So...what now then?"

"Well you're gonna talk to Eddie." You told him.

"What about you? Are you gonna be okay?"

"Steve, I'll be fine." You assured him, reaching out to grab his hand. "It wouldn't have been right for us to keep dating."

He just nodded before an awkward smile appeared on his face. "Okay, and for the record...I still like boobies, but I also like Eddie."

You smiled. "Okay. Now go talk to him for god's sake. It's been painful watching you with him."

You let go of his hand and watched as he walked over to Eddie. And as you watched them walk away together to talk, you were happy for him. You loved Steve and you only wanted the best for him.

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urban giving reader their first edible and taking care of her while she’s high 🥺

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“Are you sure you want to try them?” Urban gently asked you as the party bubbled around you both. You nodded; trusting him with your life. And you wanted to have some fun; you were always the good girl of the group. “You don’t have to either…if you think it’ll make you fit in or anything.” Urban began to babble now.

“No..I want to.” You whispered as he leaned in and captured your lips so sweetly. You brushed your noses together for a moment. “Okay, then.” Urban hummed, his body bubbling in excitement. You giggled and shook your head at his antics as you followed him into a more private place.

His hand stayed in yours as you played with his fingers and tried to calm your nerves. You wanted this. Urban pecked your lips once more, brushing your noses together as he reached for the cookie. “Ready?” He hummed with those big, beautiful eyes of his that burrowed into your own eyes. You nodded and moved to take a bite; seductively taking his fingers in your hot mouth as you did. Those eyes of his darkened in desire as he watched your movements. His fingers moved into your hair. Your own hands moved to reach him; softly stroking down his chest as your clinginess doubled.

“More?” Urban whispered, taking a bite himself as you nodded. His fingers stroked your cheek as you leaned in for another bite. You moved to lovingly capture his lips as his hands moved into your hair once more. The cookie was soon completely gone and you both lost yourselves in each other's company. Your touchiness never moved from you as you reached to play with a lock of his hair whilst trying not to panic at the new feeling. You leaned in and passionately captured his lips; deepening the kiss almost instantly. “Hmm, if I knew you’d be like this, I would have shared my stash a long time ago.” Urban purred into your ear.

“Shut up.” You softly whispered, brushing your noses together as Urb only chuckled darkly into your ear. Your own giggles escaped you and you leaned into his side as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. The party continued with the loud music and lights seemingly all the more in your face. You rested your head on him; his scent washing over you for a moment that seemed to stretch forever. “What have you both been doing?” Sunni hummed as he looked at you both when you walked through the door. “Nothing..” You whispered, fluttering your eyes innocently as Urban just burrowed into your neck.

You moved onto the sofa with Urban who cuddled into your side. He reached for a beer and passed one to you. You could only sip as your fingers continued to play with the locks of his hair. “I’ll be back.” He whispered into your ear and you nearly pouted as he moved away. Your eyes followed him as it seemed like he was gone for ages. “He’ll be back, Y/N.” Jack teased from the side of you and your head snapped to his; you’d forgotten you hadn’t been alone. “I know..” You whispered even if your body was humming in slight distress. The paranoia was setting in and you were still on the fence about enjoying the whole sensation.

“You good?” Urban softly whispered into your ear as he moved to stand behind you. You softly nodded before complaining. “You’ve been gone for ages.” Urban couldn’t help but chuckle and place a sweet kiss to the top of your head. “I know, I’m sorry.” He coed, he’d only been two minutes, but he wasn’t going to tell you that. You didn’t notice the chuckling around you as Urban moved to settle on the sofa once more. You moved into his side almost instantly. The soft dizziness returned once more and you could only burrow into his neck. Your horniness returned too as you moved to be straddling him; without any care of anyone else.

Urban didn’t care either; he was hardly shy and you were his hot girl. What could he be shy about? His hands moved to your arse and brought you closer to him; his cock hardening in his jeans. He wouldn’t do anything whilst you were high but he could tease you, and that’s just what he did. You began to hotly mouth at his neck; his mouth watering scent moving over you as goosebumps spread across your skin. You leaned away; losing yourself in those blues of his as his hands continued to stroke you. You softly hummed and rested your head against his; the effect slowly leaving you.

“You good, baby?” He whispered into your ear, his fingers moving through your locks for a moment. You softly nodded your head, brushing your noses together before leaning in and taking his lips once more. Your body hummed and just wanted him as your hands moved up and down his chest. His smile only grew as he watched your adorable reactions. He leaned in and captured your soft lips. You both didn’t notice the jealous looks from a couple of random girls. Urban’s attention was only on you as he kept you close. You pecked his lips once more before burrowing into his neck and resting against him. A soft smile came over his face as he stroked your back.

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Oh, Baby, it’s Monday.

Summary: You and Eddie raise a baby… only you aren’t a couple and the baby isn’t real–but now it's the first week and things evolve. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader [WC: 8k] Warnings: Idiots in love, language, Billy Hargrove and Carol Perkins are assholes, only getting a part 3 aka “Halloween” if people want it (comments and reblogs help!) Quick Links: Masterlist | Part One

Mr. Allen's classroom was a sound box of squabbles and chaos when you walked through the doorway Monday morning.

Tommy Hagen was throwing his doll across the room to Billy Hargrove in the far left corner as girls giggled in gaggles at their desks and Steve was trying to plead with the teacher at his desk.

It was like walking into an inferno without any water.

Bilbo was clutched into your chest; falsely protected by the notebook and pencil case you carried. The doll was swaddled the best you could manage that morning and suprisingly, quiet for the last few hours.

"Would everyone please take a seat!" Mr. Allen called from behind his desk but Steve did not leave and the disorder did not quell.

As you dodged the flying baby, you walked down the aisle of desks and attempted to find yours except it was already occupied. Carol Perkins was sitting in it; her doll placed on top with a stain of spaghetti sauce in the middle of its onesie.

"You're in my seat," you told her, raising your eyebrows as she popped her gum loudly with arms crossed. She peered over to you with flippant eyes, cocking her head to the side, and sticking her neck further out. Carol was no better than Billy, Tommy, or the rest of them.

"What?" She ran her tongue teasingly over her lips and jostled her shoulder with a wink. "Don't wanna sit by daddy?"

They had all heard Eddie's joke in the cafeteria last week. Mama. It was harmless in Eddie's eyes compared to their own. Their minds were far from it—dangerous and begging for a way to make their tiny hearts feel better by putting others in situations they'd never want to see themselves in. No one called people ‘daddy’ unless they were quite literally five and talking to their father, so the sentiment behind it was crude and unwelcome.

You sighed, motioning to your desk, "Can I sit down? This is my desk."

"Sorry," She pursed her face with a comedic frown and the girls sitting around her laughed. Their high-pitched chuckles made your skin crawl. "See these," she waved her hand at the surrounding desks, "are for people who aren't freaks… you know which corner they sit in."

You stared at her, mouth slightly agape and processing what she had said. The problem with girls–high school girls–was that the image of who you grew to be mattered most to them.

"What are you talking about?" You scoffed, furrowing your brows at her. "This is literally my seat, Carol. You can't just kick me out of my seat–" you turned toward Mr. Allen, not wanting to be the person who tattles about menial things, but you didn't want to get in trouble for not sitting in the one assigned to you at the beginning of the year.

"You gonna tattle on me, little miss perfect? No wonder you and Nance are such good friends," Carol fluffed her volumous red hair, "It doesn't surprise me that you get on well with Munson after she became friends with Byers… maybe you can go on double dates to the cemetery and listen to his pathetic band play at a run down bar."

"You're such a b-"

You couldn't get the words out to defend Nancy, Jonathan, Eddie, or yourself because Eddie had walked into the classroom as she fluffed her hair. Before you could spit out the insult, he put a hand on your lower back and pushed you forward. The feel of his hand sent a jolt through your spine, your head turning to look over your shoulder only to find him shaking his head with pleading eyes.

"Don't play into that," he said as he sat down at the desk in the right corner. Eddie hooked his foot around the one beside him and positioned it next to his–out of order with the rest of them five rows forward. "Believe me," he rose his eyebrows knowingly, "they just want to get a rise out of you."

You slid into the seat next to him and laid Bilbo between the crease that connected the desks.

"They're assholes. All of them," you mumbled to which he responded with a nod, crossing his arms across his chest and observed the room before him. Mr. Allen looked like he wanted to pull, what little hair he had left, out of his head as Steve tried to persuade him to cut the assignment short. The baby flinging between Tommy and Billy looked ready to lose an arm.

Glancing over at him, Eddie had a cigarette tucked behind his ear that pushed his hair back. He was wearing a black leather jacket and an inconspicuous red t-shirt underneath. The same ornate jewlery he adorned every day littered his figure–a black hairtie on his right wrist. You were reminded of your father's comments from Saturday, looking away and focusing your attention elsewhere.

"I think I cracked it, the code on how to care for Bilbo," you said quietly. Eddie looked at the doll all swaddled in its yellow blanket and recognized it had been washed. The fabric was fluffy and begging to be touched.

"Yeah?"

"The swaddle helps, sure, but it's like… it can sense stress or something. We just have to be gentle and the trantrums won't last as long. The way you touch it has to be gentle."

"That's it?" Eddie appeared unconvinced but the conversation died when Mr. Allen got up from his chair, slammed the door closed, and told everyone to sit next to their partners. You met Eddie's eyes with the question lingering between you–how did he know you'd have to sit by one another?

Eddie leaned over, unintentionally making goosebumps erupt on your skin. You were thankful the weather was changing and you could wear long sleeves.

"Katie Yang has Allen before us. Told me that everyone complained and he makes everyone talk," he whispered.

Katie Yang was a savior. Katie Yang made Eddie's impulsive escape plan valid without reason. The senior Hellfire member had never even spoken to you before, but she had your back and didn't even know it.

"We will have to give them all our secrets?" You smiled and he caught himself glancing down at your lips as they grinned. "I'd rather they all have to walk through Mordor than come home to the Shire."

Oh, Eddie was fucked. Royally and utterly fucked.

"So," Mr. Allen clapped his hands together eagerly. He was excited to hear the tales of the weekend because for once, each one was connected to his assignment.

He gazed around at the pairs and saw the life draining from many of the eyes. Steve was still angered at his refusal to cut the project short, a couple of the girls were picking at the doll clothes, and the many of the guys kept to themselves.

"Who wants to share first?"

Allen paced at the front of the room. He knowingly prepared to choose the first set of eyes that diverted from his and those eyes were Tina Nicholls'.

"Tina!" He exclaimed happily and everyone looked toward her. "How was the first few days of parenthood?"

"Horrible, like everyone else says," she began twirling her hair like something out of a mean girl flick. Tina was too busy planning her Halloween party to care about the project.

"And Peter is your partner?" he pointed to the football player next to her and she nodded.

"Do you think it's horrible, Peter?"

"I mean," he sounded like he was strung out on cocaine, "it's fine, I guess."

"Any tips you'd like to share? How are you able to care for the baby if feeding and hygiene aren't options?"

Steve turned his entire body to face them. He was so far lost that he had no clear plan. For once, the entire room was void of wailing or gurggling or giggles and it was peaceful.

"We just kind of let it cry," Peter admitted, not sure if there was any other answer to the question.

Eddie tipped his head toward yours and you could feel the ends of his hair brush your shoulder.

"Bad parents," he scolded and you bit your lip to prevent the smile that was threating to over take your face. It was so easy to smile at everything he said.

"Do you think letting it cry it out every time is a good strategy?" Mr. Allen asked in response and the two shrugged their shoulders.

"We're not parents, how would we know?" Tina retorted.

"First time parents don't know what they're walking into either. But, in the end, they make it work," he narrowed his eyes, "sometimes."

"But this baby is fake and only half the work of a real baby," Peter added and Allen nodded.

"Exactly, Peter. If you think this is hard–with a doll that's unpredictable–then imagine being real parents at your age. Many of you are adults or going to be adults within the year and just because you are eighteen, it doesn't mean you're ready to be parents."

Carol laughed from your former seat. "Could you imagine any of us as parents?" She garnered a few chuckles from the ones that follow her around school. Billy Hargrove in the other corner smiled at her when she turned around to look around the room.

"No, I can't," Mr. Allen shook his head at her, preparing to ask another group their experience.

"I mean," she shifted her body to swivel in the chair in your direction, "I don't want to be a mother because it would mess up my body," a whistle left Billy's lips and it perturbed you.

“Think of Hargrove as a dad!” She cackled and Billy let her joke. “That kid would be as buff as Arnold by the time he’s two!”

The way she looked in your direction made Eddie tense up beside you.

"Could you imagine miss perfect and the freak having a baby?"

It wasn't even two days ago that you realized you were attracted to Eddie in a romantic way and here the popular kids were, drawing attention to nothing more than an assigned partnership like it was a choice. You couldn't help the way your face fell. The laughter from the peers you had known since kindergarten invading every sense and it was new.

For Eddie, it wasn't. Hell, he had been crushing on the girl with her nose stuck in a book since the fifth grade and if he was going to let a group of nasty bullies prevent his dreams of sweeping you, that girl, off her feet he’d never forgive himself.

"You know, Carol," He steeled his face as he looked at her, feeling your eyes watch his every movement, "you've been fuckin' Tommy since the seventh grade. I'm suprised an 'accident' hasn't happened."

There was a brief second in time where Mr. Allen's classroom had become a vacuum in space. A pin could be heard dropping in the three seconds of silence that followed Eddie's words and the teacher himself was stunned into a wordlessness despair.

"Holy shit," Billy erupted in laughter and set the whole room off.

"Mr. Munson, Mr. Munson," Mr. Allen breathed in heavily but Eddie wasn't paying attention to him.

Eddie met your eyes and saw the twinkle return in them. He smiled not at his words that defend you from her attack, but at the way you looked at him. He prayed to those metal Gods that what he saw in them wasn't a fallacy; that maybe, somewhere in the glint, there was the spark that illuminated his fire.

"Mr. Munson, please don't use that language in class." Mr. Allen scolded him, looking away from the now red-in-the-face Carol as Tommy high fived the guys around him.

"Sorry," Eddie replied to him half-heartdly because he was still looking at you.

That response was the talk of Hawkins High for an entire week.

Eddie took Bilbo Monday night and returned him Tuesday morning, departing from you with a small 'good luck tonight' leaving your lips as he debated skipping science.

That brief, four minute conversation centered around Bilbo and his gig at the Hideout lingered within him for the entire day. As he drove home, when he left in his van, as he drove up to the bar, and when he sat tuning his guitar with a stupid, lovesick smile plastered on his face—all of his thoughts were consumed by you. Little parasite.

"What's wrong with him?" Jeff asked Gareth as the other guitarist sat beside the curly-haired boy fiddling with the symbols of his set. Gareth glanced at Eddie with the answer to the master’s knowing grin.

"You ever been in love, Jeff?" Gareth questioned quietly and Jeff choked on air.

"Love? Eddie's in love? With who?" Jeff openly gawked with suprise finding its way onto his face. The junior had seen Eddie flirt with girls, even go on a few dates but never, in his life, had he seen Eddie Munson be a man consumed by love.

"Y/n L/n," Gareth snickered at Jeff's face.

"They're partners for that baby project! He's not in love."

"He scared the shit out of me on Saturday where he admitted it to my face. Spent the whole day with her and you notice him at lunch?" Gareth challenged Jeff. Eddie had been himself for the most part, however, as Jeff reflects, his attention was always being pulled away. Eyes diverted, head turned toward another table, not fully engaged beyond talk of D&D and the new Maiden album Aces High.

"He's half there and half in la la land."

Jeff wanted to play into it. "Hey, Eddie!"

Eddie stopped tuning, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall above the door before looking at his friends.

"What?"

"How's the baby project? Make you wanna be a dad?"

"No," Eddie cackled, "but it's fine. A lot better than last week."

"And Y/n?"

"What about her?" Eddie's eyes left Jeff’s for a split second to see Gareth smiling beside him and the secret, his secret, was out in the open. He should have never said anything. Eddie had just panicked in the moment that evening. "Seriously, man?"

"Sorry!" Gareth giggled holding his hands up in defense, "you were smiling like an idiot and he asked!"

"You gonna ask her out or just watch her every day at lunch?" Jeff joked and Eddie felt the guitar pick between his fingers become a bullet. He tossed the pick harshly in Jeff's direction but the boy dodged it.

"I don't watch her at lunch."

"Yes, you do," Gareth backed Jeff up. He got up from his stool and picked the pick off the floor. "You've been staring at her since Friday and yeah, you talk at school and spent one afternoon together but that's not gonna help you sway her interest. Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure you’ve stared at her table the entire time I’ve know you!”

"Who said I was trying to sway her interest?" Eddie questioned, narrowing his eyes and leaning his head forward as he gripped the neck of his guitar. "What if I just want to be friends?"

"I'm sorry," Jeff stood up, shaking his head, "you blasted Carol Perkins in Allen's class for what? We get shit on all the time and you don't defend us like that! You did, however, defend her and if you wanted to be 'just friends' you would have laughed it off like it was nothing."

"I was being nice!"

"Yeah, nice to get in her pants!"

"Hey!" Eddie defended again, not realizing Gareth and Jeff were pulling the admissions out of him like stealing candy from a baby. "Don't say that!"

"It's true, though. Isn't it? She's a pretty nice girl… you know what they say about the quiet ones…" Gareth looked at Jeff conspiratorially.

Eddie bolted from the chair he had been sitting in and got in Gareth's face. His face angered and serious, the two knew Eddie played into the palm of their hand. Eddie teetered the line between social strata and confrontation—working for no physical confrontations so long as his jesting was allowed. He had been socked one to many times to know that a concussion would put him out of commission from doing what he enjoyed most.

"Don't fucking say that shit ever again."

"You love her, man," Jeff put his hand on Eddie's shoulder, drawing him back from Gareth, "or at least like her a lot."

Gareth provided a tight, hopeful expression in support. Eddie looked at both of them before turning around and pacing the small room.

"I doubt she would even say yes if I asked. Why would she go out with me? People at school are making fun of her because of this goddamn project so can you imagine if I somehow managed to date her? She'd be a social… pariah!"

"Oh, big words," Jeff mumbled.

"I can't put her through that! What kind of person would I be if I caused her to lose friends or have girls write rumors about her in the bathroom stalls?"

"If she lost friends by going out with you, those people weren't really friends," Gareth concluded.

"You see what's happening to Nancy Wheeler because she's hangin' around Jonathan Byers?"

"He’s zombie kids brother?"

"Zombie kid? Yeah, but that's not the point!" Eddie swiveled back to face them. "Wheeler has like three friends and ever since Barb Holland died it's like the world has gone crazy! If I asked Y/n on date, the world would simply implode."

"Then don't ask her on a date," Jeff sufficed. "Just use the guise of the project as a way to hang out. You did it on Saturday when you went to her house and now do it again but go somewhere else. Take her to the diner, or… or to the park or something!"

Eddie thought on it for a minute. It wasn't a bad plan, per se, but he didn't want his motivations to seem fake. He wanted to spend time with you, get to know you, and if you'd let him, wine and dine you until you realized he was a good guy and you'd give him a chance. Tomorrow was Wednesday and Tina had asked him in the hall that afternoon if he could supply her party on Saturday.

So, he had tomorrow after school; Thursday after school; and Saturday before time with you would run out.

He couldn't guarantee that you'd ever be partners again or that, depending on the grade, you'd be inclined to speak to him after project parenthood was over.

Eddie had to take the chance.

Eddie never showed at your locker Wednesday morning to collect Bilbo from you.

In Allen’s class, you had to discuss alone how the last day and a half had been by yourself because he missed third period, and by the time lunch rolled around, he wasn’t at Hellfire’s table. Every time you glanced at the table out of curiosity as to why, five heads whipped in the opposite direction.

They had been staring. Their gazes fixed upon you like a brilliant gem—the golden statue at the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark.

“Why do you keep looking over there?” Nancy broke the silence that settled between the two of you as lunch took hold. She had that same lunch as before, picking off your tray when she got bored of her own food.

“Eddie’s not here,” you shot a look at her then the baby doll beside you. “He was supposed to take Bilbo.”

“Jesus,” she mumbled, “you sound like a real parent, you know that?”

“Well, Barb did always called me the mom of the group.”

Just the mentioned of her name was saddening.

That’s what brought the lull in the first place. Nancy mentioned that she and Steve visited the Holland’s last Friday and, conveniently, forgot to mention it. There was something in her eyes—guilt or sorrow—that existed ever since that night.

Everything felt like one big secret lately.

“Yeah, she did.”

“But I’m kind of pissed about it,” you glanced back at the table and this time, met Gareth’s eyes before he could turn away. “And they keep staring at me too. Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” Nancy snorted a laugh, “maybe they’re concerned about having your attention.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” you scrunched your face in thought as you turned back to her. Nancy had a little smirk playing on her face.

“What?”

She didn’t say anything. Nancy just sat there, smirking into her food like a mad woman.

“What Nance?” You chuckled from pure nervousness. That feeling had been bouncing around inside of you for the last few days and the thought of its reasoning was excitable fear. You couldn’t stop looking for him when he wasn’t here.

“Nothin’…” she trailed off as she tilted her head onto her shoulder. Her big, stormy blues looking at yours with mischief. “There a reason you keep looking over there, though? Never did it before.”

“I told you,” you tried to keep your face as flat and firm as possible, “he’s not here. I have to spend extra time with Bilbo without prior notice and if he had any sense in him, he would have at least called and said he wouldn’t make it in today. I don’t think it’s fair, to be frank, that I have to allocate more of my time with—“

God. You were rambling.

“—Bilbo because that means he isn’t doing the same share of work.”

“And you’re sure it isn’t because you have a huge, fat crush on Eddie Munson?”

Nancy was far from quiet and the girls at the end of the table perked their heads up. Your heart skipped in little beats like a jumping horse.

“I-I don’t like Eddie in that way. He’s my partner,” you defended.

“Mhm,” she hummed, turning her own head to look at the Hellfire table and her investigative instincts told her she was right the moment she caught them all in the act. “The more you tell yourself that, it makes it more true. You’re just denying facts.”

“Nance! It’s not!” You cried, flashing your eyes at the girls at the end as if trying to convince them you weren’t hopelessly in love with the metal head. It made no sense for you to be the one defending your feelings to a girl torn between two very different boys and who also happens to be a year under you.

Why did she get to wear the big girl pants when you squandered in a rain puddle?

“Did something happen? Is that why they’re staring?” She questioned. Nancy was enjoying the way you squirmed because it reminded her of the gossip sessions Barb, you, and herself would have at sleepovers.

“No!” Your eyes blew wide, “nothing happened! I swear—Christ! What is wrong with everyone this week? First, Carol was a straight bitch in health, no one will stop talking to me about what he said to her, and two, you! Why do I have to be in love with someone to care about where they are?”

“So, you are in love with him? Who knew…”

And like fate, you were saved by the bell.

“I’ll take you home, alright?” Nancy stood, zipping up her lunch bag as everyone began to prepare for their afternoon classes. You still sat down, hands gripping the table to the point where your fingertips hurt.

Why was the admission that you found Eddie to be the perfect mix of charming and attractive so difficult?

“But we have to wait for the boys because I have to take them all home too.”

“What? Jonathan can’t?”

“Sick today. But you would have noticed that if you paid attention. Too bad,” Nancy smiled, “Eddie Munson is corrupting your mind.”

“Seems like Steve’s really blowing you off.”

Nancy’s car was actually her mothers. Borrowed for the week because Steve was entirely too consumed with Tammy Thompson, Nancy hadn’t even appeared jostled any time they were seen together. Sure, Steve still snuck up on her in the hallway and planted kisses on her rosy cheeks when he had a second, but the hair had stressed himself out to the point where he and Tammy were tied at the hip.

It did not help the situation to know that Tammy Thompson had heart eyes for the brown-haired beauty.

“He’s just busy,” Nancy leaned against the car with her arms folded across her chest as the two of you stared at the middle school.

Classes for the day had just been let out which meant within fifteen minutes, the smattering of little middle school boys would come bolting out of the school with backpacks barely zipped up and start a fight over who got the window seats. Bilbo was shut inside the car in the passenger seat. Just the sight of the doll made your mind filter back to the fact that Eddie never showed and you were stuck with the doll.

You didn’t want to believe that he had left you scorned when he promised to make this project as equal as possible. But the world wasn’t perfect and pretending that Eddie Munson wouldn’t flake on you halfway through the assignment appeared to be wishful, premature thinking on your part.

“Doesn’t it bother you that he’s spending all his time with Tammy? It’s bullshit if you ask me.”

“It’s for the project,” she bore her eyes into yours, “what’s the difference between Steve and Tammy and you and Eddie?”

“Steve’s your boyfriend, Nance, not Tammy’s.”

“Thank you for that reminder,” Nancy deadpanned, “I didn’t know I had a boyfriend.”

“I’m just saying,” you looked back to the middle school and no kids were coming down the walkway yet.

Maybe it wasn’t your business, but Nancy was your friend. Steve was a halfway decent guy most of the time and while you thought she could do better, it was her decision in the end. You hadn’t meant to put doubt in her mind, yet she gnawed on her bottom lip anxiously in the minutes that passed.

“Do you really think it’s bullshit?” She asked quietly as two sophomore girls passed the bumper of Karen Wheeler’s car. A bell sounded in the distance signaling the end of another day.

“Nance,” you sighed, putting an arm on the top of the car and letting your head fall into the hand that prepared to rest at the top of your head. “I didn’t mean anything by it… I just thought it was rude of him. It’s like you’re not a priority.”

“It’s been like that a lot lately,” she admitted to the ground; eyes downcast to her shoes. “He’s so,” Nancy let out a frustrated groan, “caught up in all of that,” she waved her hand in a circle at the high school building.

“That’s kind of the point of senior year, I suppose,” you shrugged, “but I know you, Nance, and I don’t think you’re happy. I know with everything that happened with Will and Barb and what not screwed a lot of things up…”

“I know, I know.”

“Don’t dwell on it, alright?” You felt guilt wash over you. Nancy’s face was drawn and sad when the thought of the weekend almost there and Halloween just on the other side of Friday should be exciting. “You still going as Joel and Lana?”

Risky Business. Her favorite movie.

Nancy nodded her head and gazed off into the distance. Little ant like shapes began to descend the walkway from the middle school. “Yeah and that reminds me,” she opened the drivers side door and fumbled in her bag for a second before pulling an orange slip from it.

“Tina was handing these out after class. Not sure if you got one,” she handed it to you and you read over the information quickly. “You should come. I know Halloween isn’t like, your favorite, but it could be fun. And if Steve’s an asshole I’ll be happy to have you there.”

“Oh?” You quirked a brow at her, “You want me to be a third wheel to the Stancy show?”

She laughed, a small smile threatening on her face. “No… it would be good for you.”

“To get plastered and smoke a little weed? My dad would lock me in my room if I came home smelling like that.”

“You can stay at my house,” she offered. Mike Wheeler’s loud yelling could be heard twenty feet away.

“What in the world would I go as? It’s a little late to be thinking of a costume now.”

“I don’t know…” she pondered and saw the group of kids barreling toward the car. “Maybe you could go as Sandy, you know, from Grease.”

“Yes,” you rolled your eyes at her as Lucas Sinclair’s feet came thudding toward the two of you and he tapped the trunk of the car first. “Because I look exactly like Olivia Newton-John…” you joked.

“Halloween doesn’t mean you look like them. You just have to embody the character. Get some leather pants… maybe a jacket too and I can get a red ascot for you.”

“Nance,” you complained but Dustin, Mike, and Will quickly followed and slapped their hands on the trunk behind you.

“What are you talking about,” Mike asked out of breath, hands clutching the straps of his backpack.

“Halloween but that’s none of your business,” Nancy told him and tipped her head toward the car, “get in. I have homework.”

You opened the car door for the boys because you had been leaning on it. A scramble of thank you’s, you forgot Bilbo was tucked in the front seat.

“Shit!” Mike laughed loudly and Nancy rolled her eyes, “Whose baby?”

“Y/n’s baby,” Nancy winked at you before slipping into the car and shutting the door; the conversation inside went silent for you. As you shut the door for the boys and walked around the side of the trunk, an eruption of metal music began to invade the parking lot of Hawkins High.

Eddie. Eight hours late to first period.

Groups of kids rapidly moved out of the way as the van sped into the lot. It nearly tipped on itself when the wheel hit the edge of a low concrete planter in its first turn. The sight of it peeved you. The entire day you spent hanging onto Bilbo when it wasn’t your job. Eddie left you hanging onto hope and didn’t help with the climb.

You opened the passenger door the second he pulled into the spot erratically next to you. His window rolled down, the music ceased with a press of a button.

“Don’t leave! Please, don’t leave!” Eddie begged but didn’t get out of his van. You folded you arm over the top of the car door and looked at him. You were still holding the orange invitation to Tina’s party. He had slight bags under his eyes like he didn’t sleep; his hair was barely brushed [per usual], but he had his entire body turned toward the window as he leaned out of it.

“Why shouldn’t I? You said you would take this seriously and it didn’t even take a week before you flaked!”

“I didn’t mean to!” He defended himself, voice a higher pitch than he would have liked. “I was hungover and there was no way I was going to stay awake the entire day so I stayed home. I meant to call but by the time I got up it was already eleven.”

“Who’s that?” You heard Lucas ask Mike as Lucas was the lucky one to get the window seat behind the passenger side.

“I don’t know. Maybe Y/n’s got a boyfriend now.”

“He’s like… dirty,” Lucas cringed and Dustin slapped the back of his head.

“I think he looks cool!”

“You got drunk on a Tuesday night?” You asked him, baffled he had the audacity to do such a thing but he had come to school stoned before—it really wasn’t out of the realm of ‘Eddie.’

“We had a few drinks after the show last night and it got away from me.”

“Well,” you grumbled, “it sounds like you have a problem there, Eddie.”

“I don’t have a problem! It was an accident, I’m sorry!” Never, in his eighteen years on the planet, had Eddie ever apologized to one of his peers. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I promise it wasn’t intentional. I know this project is important.”

“You sure have a funny way of showing that,” Eddie hated the attitude that slipped out with every word. It made the plan he spent all night mulling over feel less and less plausible.

“How’d you even know I’d still be here?”

“Lucky guess. If you weren’t I would have checked your house and if you weren’t there, I’d check Wheeler’s.”

You pursed your lips. “And you know where she lives because..?”

“Well,” Eddie snickered, “someone has to t-pee the rich kids every Halloween.”

Nancy’s head perked up at that.

“Let me make it up to you?” He looked hopeful and that bit away at your anger. The way his eyes pleaded, the frantic way in which he tried to show you that it truly was just an accident and he meant for none of it to happen.

“Maybe it is her boyfriend,” Mike said to Lucas who smiled cheekily.

“He looks so cool…” Dustin followed the comment as Will hummed in agreement. Through the windows of Karen’s car, Eddie could see Nancy Wheeler eavesdropping and a bunch of middle schoolers staring back at him.

“Those kids,” he pointed at them and they all looked away as if he hadn’t just made eye contact with each and every one of them, “they’re the ones in your locker.”

“What?” That hadn’t come out exactly right.

“The picture, in your locker,” Eddie clarified, “the Star Wars kids.”

“Oh,” you nodded, “yeah I babysit some of them.”

“We’re not babies!” Mike yelled at you from the back and Eddie laughed, his smile shooting an arrow through your heart. You hadn’t even noticed he saw the picture in your locker, let alone remembered it.

“So,” he cleared his throat, “You free right now?”

“I have homework… you know, from school today.”

“Then let’s do homework,” Eddie opened his door, hopped out of his car and extended his arm toward the front bench like a prince opening the carriage door for a princess.

“See! Look at him! Freaking wicked!” Dustin laughed and while you weren’t looking at him, you bet that toothless grin was adorable. Nancy shushed them but it didn’t stop Lucas from peering again.

“Is he new like MadMax?”

“No, I’ve seen that van before,” Will commented quietly. Nevertheless, you could still hear them. “I think he’s a drug dealer.”

Will wasn’t wrong—in the slightest—but before the boys could get any more curious about Eddie, you grabbed Bilbo off the seat and slung your bag over your shoulder while looking at Nancy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, keeping her lips together knowingly, “don’t do drugs.”

“See!” Will said and Dustin leaned back in his seat. You looked back at them and they went silent. Through the passenger window, Eddie was hanging onto the door with one hand and the other tucked itself into the pocket of his leather jacket.

“He your boyfriend, Y/n?” Mike questioned, “Nancy said you’ve been acting weird.”

“Oh my God,” you looked at Nancy again and she shook her head.

“I never said that.”

“Keep your noses out of my business, ‘Kay, twerps?” You scolded them to which they nodded, but Dustin’s devious smile meant it would never end. You shut the door as Eddie extended his arm again.

“After you, mama.”

For the first few minutes, Eddie didn’t even turn his radio back on. It was quiet—like the lingering silence that had fallen between you and Nancy not twenty minutes before. The only difference now was that it was just you and Eddie.

Just you and Eddie.

It wasn’t as though the silence was completely silent; the kind that made your ears ring and made you feel like you were underwater. The van itself was loud, in need of a tune or two, and his fingers tapped on the steering wheel and open window too. Bilbo laid between you on the van’s fuzzy seats. It smelt like cigarettes and weed, but the little tree that hung from the rear view mirror smelt like pine.

“So,” you watched the forests beside the school pass by quickly, “where are you taking me?”

He looked over, the hand that was resting out the open window came back in and ran over his chin. “You really wanna know?”

Pondering for a second, you decided that a surprise wouldn’t be so bad. Eddie was harmless—as harmless as a doe-eyed drug dealer could be—and never struck you as a guy that would intentionally put you in any danger. He was apologetic and soft spoken when he most needed to be.

“No. It’s fine.”

“You and Wheeler babysit those kids after school or something?” He asked to keep the conversation alive. He didn’t want the ride to the destination to be silent. Eddie wanted to know everything about you and silence defeated that purpose. “I see them ride their bikes to school sometimes.”

“Two of them I do,” you responded, watching as he nodded his head slowly and took in every piece of information you gave. “Nancy has a little brother, Mike, and the other one is Will Byers.”

“Right,” He felt a little embarrassed by the fact he had referred to the kid as ‘Zombie Kid’ to Gareth and Jeff even if you would never know of it.

“They’re good kids. They’re the ones who play D&D,” Eddie recalled your dad mentioning that, “Mike’s the DM.”

“You know more about D&D than you let on there, mama?” He smirked, stopping at the stop light like he was supposed to.

“They try to teach me every time but I can’t grasp it. I’m more of a monopoly kind of girl.”

“Monopoly girl…” he ticked.

“I think Bilbo has taken after me that way,” you joked and smiled. He loved the sight. “Pretty sure he’ll be a monopoly kid.”

“Over my dead body,” Eddie mumbled quietly, “I thought you said he wouldn’t grow old? Would never have memories?”

“Changed my mind…” you diverted your eyes to the front and watched the light. “You really were hungover?”

“As much as the kids at school like to brag about theirs, I wouldn’t openly admit that I was… still am a little bit,” Eddie laughed but knew the lingering effects of his overconsumption were long gone. “I didn’t mean to leave you high and dry there.”

The sincerity in his voice was hard to escape from. Like before, as he half hung out the window to convince you he was truly sorry, Eddie wasn’t wearing a mask. He wasn’t pretending to gloat about getting drunk after one of his shows and being a show-off by not coming to school the next day. It was a tone you had been catching often in his voice when he spoke to you. The same could not be said for the way he interacted with Hellfire or the rest of the lot at school… it was nice and non-combative against the world shaming him for being who he was.

“I believe you,” you told him as the light turned green, “Sorry for being a bitch about it.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Eddie scoffed in a second of disbelief, “you should be mad. I broke a promise that I made to you and being upset about it isn’t wrong.”

“I didn’t mean to imply you had a drinking problem or anything…”

“Hey,” you looked over at him. Eddie shook his head, eyes telling you it wasn’t a big deal. “It’s fine.”

You still felt bad about it because the comment wasn’t something you meant. People upset by things beyond their control often say things they don’t mean and the last thing you wanted Eddie to think about you was that you thought he was a burnout—one of those stoner drunks who would never graduate high school.

“Well, I still didn’t mean it.”

“Okay,” he said quietly. In his mind, he wondered if he should admit why he had even taken up the night that way. Gareth and Jeff had gone to school perfectly fine yet there he was, blocking out the sunlight with his sheets as it burned his eyes. The thoughts that ran through his mind pounded harder than the alcohol he gladly chugged.

But by some unimaginable force, you mentioned the two first.

“At lunch today, your Hellfire table kept looking at me.”

“O-oh?” He stuttered knowing the reason they were looking. In his drunken stupor, Eddie had engaged in some… flower-y language to describe his feelings about you.

“Do you know why?” A part of you wanted to think he did. That maybe he talked about you to them and what you saw in your mind wasn’t an illusion of your own making.

“Why they were looking at you?” Eddie stalled. He focused on the road ahead of him and was very thankful that the park Jeff had suggested wasn’t farther away. You nodded and gave a gentle hum.

“No, not really… maybe they thought you’d be mad I wasn’t there.”

“That doesn’t constitute staring at me for a half hour.”

“I’ll tell ‘em to knock it off tomorrow. You don’t have to worry about Gareth’s eyes drilling a hole through the back of your pretty little head anymore.”

Pretty.

It was passive but it was there.

You settled with his answer but a pit grew. There was no longer a part of you that wanted him to admit that he talked about you and their curiosity was what caused them to keep looking. All you wanted was that. Not a little, not some, but all of you. The rest of the ride was quiet and when he pulled into the small parking lot beside Hawkins Memorial Park, he grabbed Bilbo and opened his door.

“We have arrived,” he lowered his voice dramatically.

“The park?”

“No, it’s the Shire.”

“Funny,” you panned, grabbing your bag and getting out of the van where fresh, unpolluted air filled your senses. Eddie walked ahead of you and while your mind traveled to the idea that everything was awkward now, Eddie was thinking of how he was going to slap the shit out of Gareth when he dropped you off later. He stopped at a picnic table in the middle of the park beside a giant tree and set Bilbo down on the top.

“Tell me,” he said as he sat down, “How was the dear little Bilbo for you? He say he miss his dad because I missed him.”

He was trying to break that tension again. By doing so, it only made your heart feel more giddy. The effort; Eddie was trying.

“He talked a lot about you,” You followed his movement and sat across from him while unzipping your bag and taking out your calculus homework. “In the last twenty-four hours, he learned how to speak and sign at the same time so, we’ve got a pretty brilliant little guy right there.”

We’ve.

“And what homework did Clay assign?” He picked up the sheet as soon as you set it down. You didn’t complain when he took it.

Eddie technically had already taken the class. It was one of the only subjects he considered himself to be a true fan of—and it was probable that D&D played a large part in that. All the calculations and fanfare that surrounded it… it made classes like math easier.

“Chain Rule…” he trailed off, brain racking itself to remember what it was. He was rather good at math and English—it was science and history that always caught him in a fix.

“I’m lost in there,” you laughed, embarrassed that calculus was beyond your skill set, “I can’t tell which lines are which or where the graphs are supposed to go… it’s like the numbers flip the minute I see them.”

“Do you need help? I think I can manage this?” Eddie returned the sheet and touched the textbook that didn’t set aflame the moment his fingers skimmed the cover. His ring clad hand searched for the pages on the unit and he let out a “voilà” when he found it.

“Have you taken this?”

“A year ago but I’m not as bad at math as everyone thinks.”

“I never said I thought you were bad at math.”

Eddie glanced up from the book. The wind was blowing slightly, the leaves changing their colors around the two of you and it was picture perfect; straight out of a movie. John Hughes should have teleported there because you’d look amazing as the subject of his next film—not that Eddie would ever admit he had seen a Hughes film before. Only Rocky Horror and Evil Dead for him.

“Actually,” Eddie swallowed hard and you could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed, “I had the privilege of sitting next to Harrington for that class.”

Steve too was good at math. He had taken it a whole year before you did. You remember him complaining about Clay when he asked to see your schedule in September.

“He hasn’t changed a bit.”

“No,” you shook your head, “still the same old hair. But not the best hair.”

“Don’t let Steve hear you say that,” Eddie laughed, two little dimples on the sides of his smile forming. “Who is it then? Who has the best hair?”

“You,” the moment it left your lips you couldn’t regret it. It was the truth. Eddie Munson had the best hair and it drove you insane. All you wanted to do was run your fingers through it and brush it carefully away from his eyes. “You have the best hair.”

He hoped you did not see the way his cheeks went red. Eddie never blushed, he was never flattered but it worked on him. Instead of letting it simmer inside of him, he dramatically tossed one side of his hair over his shoulder.

“Me? You’re just sayin’ that so I do your homework,” words that he had never said before.

“No,” you chuckled and the sound opened his heart. Cracked it right open. “It’s true! You do have very… nice hair for a guy.”

“For a guy…” he whispered and looked at you again.

“Yes, for a guy. Obviously dear little Bilbo has the best hair,” Bilbo left the spot on the table as you picked him up; jokingly caressing the plastic black hairs on its plastic head. Eddie rolled his eyes and tapped the textbook.

“Yeah, Yeah,” he said, “You wanna finish your homework by the time the sun sets or what?”

He didn’t want the sun to set and neither did you. When daylight ran out, it meant the day was over and even if you had only a few hours together because he missed the day, it would never be enough for what you both wanted.

It would simply have to do for now.

The clunky van parked in your driveway long after the sun had set. Eddie promised he’d take Bilbo for the night and the rest of tomorrow before leaving you with him tomorrow night. The doll hadn’t made a noise all afternoon and it turned out to be a miracle.

“Thanks for the ride,” you smiled gently at him as the only light that trickled into the van was that of the two sconces that sat on either side of your garage door. “And for the homework help.”

“Never thought I’d hear anyone say that,” he leaned his head back against the headrest and you gripped the door handle but didn’t pull.

“And thanks for sticking up for me the other day in class… I don’t think I ever thanked you for that.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” he said quietly. Eddie didn’t know what washed over him. He had slept all day and wasn’t overly tired, yet he could just close his eyes there, knowing you were next to him and not afraid of his presence. Even with the knowledge that your parents were just beyond the walls of the house was comforting. He was content. Maybe for the first time ever.

“But I do…” you murmured. His eyes scanned over you, your bag. He saw the little orange slip that you had been holding when he rolled up to Hawkins High earlier. Eddie knew it was the invitation to Tina’s party because she had handed one to him yesterday with the promise about dealing. No one talked to him outside of his circle unless they needed something. He only agreed because he needed the money, but now an idea sparked in his mind.

“You going to Tina’s party on Saturday?”

He saw your eyes flash surprise, “Nancy’s making me go. Third wheel to her and Steve.”

“And you’re going as…?” He wondered and you looked at your house as if you didn’t want to tell him.

“It’s stupid,” you said.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid.”

“Nancy picked it out.”

“Well,” he squeaked, “maybe it is stupid then but I won’t know unless you tell me.”

“Sandy, from Grease. It was her idea and I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m not even Sandy material.”

Eddie scoffed, head lolling forward in the direction of the house before turning back in you. His head was still flush against the headrest. “You are the epitome of Sandy, mama. Girl next door…”

“That’s Nancy,” you breathed out, “I think I’m a Frenchie who wants to be a Rizzo. Are you going?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding his head in a defined manner, “Don’t know what I’ll go as.”

“Think about it, let me know. We can laugh at ourselves before anyone else can.”

“Yeah, okay,” he replied with the reminder you claimed to be a ‘third wheel’ at the front of his mind. “You don’t have to be a third wheel though.”

“No?” You rested the top of your head on your backpack as your arms wrapped around it. You could sit here for hours just looking at him like this. “You know something I don’t?”

“I’ll be there so you can hang out with me.”

“Ah,” you let out a light gasp, “no more third-wheeling?”

“Nope.”

“Is that your way of asking me to go with you without wearing matching costumes?”

You don’t know where that question came from. It weaseled its way from the back of your brain and straight out of your mouth. But like he did with Jeff’s suggestion, Eddie took that question and ran with it.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I’ll be going with Nance and Steve but you can take me home so long as you don’t get too high or get too drunk.”

He would go sober if it meant having you by his side for a second longer.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, mama.”

Nearly a week after Gareth was scared shitless by Eddie Munson knocking on his window at an ungodly hour, he kept the blinds closed to relieve himself of the embarrassment that it may happen again. Eight-thirty on a Thursday evening, he was reading his English book when three knocks sounded on his window and made him jump out of his skin.

He lifted those blinds with a fury and scowled at Eddie who was outside of his window once again.

“What the hell do you want this time?” Gareth screeched in a whisper at him.

“You’ll never fuckin’ believe it, man,” Eddie laughed as he gripped the windowsill with antsy fingers. “I think I’ve got my shot.”

“What? She actually agree to go on a date with you?”

“Kind of, yes!” Eddie couldn’t really believe it. Neither could Gareth.

“You’re shitting me. No way did she say yes to you. She looked like she wanted to bolt from the lunchroom every time I looked over there.”

Eddie shook his head at Gareth, not caring if the kid believed him or not. “Oh, yeah, about that?” He rose an eyebrow and grew serious quickly. Gareth’s face fell.

“Don’t do it again, yeah? She caught on and thinks you guys are creepy. Don’t stare.”

“If she thinks we’re creepy, then why in the world did she agree to do anything with you?”

“I’m not the creepy one, Gareth the Great,” Eddie bounded off the window and spun around like a love sick fool with unsteady legs. “But I’ve almost got the girl and on Halloween, I’m gonna ask her on a real date. Like all that fancy shit and stuff… a real date.”

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FIX YOUR FACE. | JACK HARLOW

PAIRING: jack harlow x black!fem!reader

SUMMARY: “fix your face before i sit on it.”

WARNINGS: arguing, mentions of oral (f)

WORD COUNT: 900+

A/N: i got my idea from this tiktok. i love his page 😭 this took me two hours to write btw!

SKYE’S NAV. | JACK HARLOW M.LIST | REQUESTS

jack, druski, urban, and the rest of the group were chilling in the living room, laughing and making jokes. the front door opening and slamming shut, followed by a loud groan interrupts them.

they see her walking through into the living room, a few bags in hand. her long butterfly locs sway with every step she took, her sunglasses sitting perfectly on top of her nose. she’s wearing low rise black jeans, a hot pink tank topped cropped top that looked like it had been cut, and a pair of hot pink and white dunks.

she has her signature waist chain on, along with her playboy bunny belly ring sitting right above it, her butterfly nose ring in, and the many rings resting on each of her fingers (besides her thumbs).

she looks way too good.

“damn,” urban mutters, looking surprised as everyone watches the girl stomp away, but continues to roll up his blunt. visibly confused, jack stands from his place on the couch and follows his girlfriend into the kitchen.

“damn,” urban mutters, looking surprised as everyone watches the girl stomp away, but continues to roll up his blunt. visibly confused, jack stands from his place on the couch and follows his girlfriend into the kitchen.

“damn,” urban mutters, looking surprised as everyone watches the girl stomp away, but continues to roll up his blunt. visibly confused, jack stands from his place on the couch and follows his girlfriend into the kitchen.

“baby, what’s wrong? why’re you mad at me?”

“so you can sit on your phone all day scrolling through tiktoks and shit, but you can’t answer the phone?” she says bitterly, cocking her head to the side, with her hands crossed over her chest.

“when did you text me?”

“i didn’t text you, i called you four times!”

“y/n, come on, bro—”

“i’m not your ’bro’, first of all,” jack huffs, shaking his head, not even bothering to argue with her, how stubborn she was. he can admit, she did have a right to be upset with him because she was right, he hadn’t done anything all day. “so fix that shit right now.”

“okay, okay. you’re right, i’m sorry. i should’ve answered the phone,” he admits, lazily blinking his eyes while slowly nodding his head.

once again, she narrows her eyes at him. the look on her face causing her not to believe him. “you don’t even care. you know what, goodbye. i’m done talking,” she shakes her head, turning her body away from him to walk further into the kitchen. after a few seconds of silence, she turns around and sees her boyfriend still standing there, a deadpan look on his face. she waves him off, “bye, go sit with your friends.”

“now you’re doing too much. it’s not that deep.”

“how am i doing too much? i could’ve got kicked in my fuckin’ back, broke my leg, got drop kicked, and you wouldn’t know ‘cause you act like you can’t answer the phone!” they can hear the group in the living room snickering, trying not to make it noticeable that they’re listening. jack rolls his eyes before dragging his hands down his face.

“uh, is there a problem? fix your face before i sit on it.” jack immediately breaks, laying his head on the island as he laughs loudly. the group’s snickers turned into loud cackles as they double over in their seats.

“oh, a’ight, ‘cause i would’ve did it. im’a still do it after i get done talking to you,” she pauses, snacking her lips together, “jackman, get up!”

it takes him a few seconds but once he finally controls himself, he looks back up at his gorgeous girlfriend, smirking at the still annoyed look on her face, “okay, baby, keep going.”

“i’m just saying you need to answer the phone when i call, that’s it.”

when she turns her back to him, jack can’t keep his eyes from trailing over every inch of her body. he loves the way her waist chain fits perfectly around her waist and how her jeans fit so snug around her ass and thighs. he couldn’t stress enough how beautiful she is to him.

jack walks out of the kitchen and back into the living room, sighing with his hands resting on his hips. he doesn’t make eye contact with any of the guys, keeping his gaze on the floor. his friends are all looking dead at him, smirks set on each of their faces. “y’all gotta go,” he says, finally looking up at his group of friends, watching as they all fall back into their own fits.

“hey, can’t even blame you, brother,” druski speaks up, already standing from his seat. jack escorts them all out, tuning out their hysterics, too busy thinking about what’s about to go down as soon as he locks the front door.

quickly, he makes his way back into the kitchen, not even bothering to speak up. he turns his girlfriend around to face him before throwing her over his shoulder, grunting a little at the extra weight put onto it.

“jack!” she hollers, giggling while pushing herself up against his back. he continues to walk the two up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom, setting her down on the floor before dramatically falling back onto the bed.

“alright, mama, let’s go,” he smiles, watching the beauty before him continue to giggle while slipping out of her clothes. she ties her hair up into a bun before crawling onto the bed, attacking jack’s body and face with kisses.

she missed and loved him way too much to stay mad at him over something as petty as a few missed calls.

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am i wrong or is hating eddie over this petty ass shit crazy like??

“that’s what he gets for speakin on lucas” you can’t be fr 😭

like eddie doesn’t like the basketball team anyway because they literally bully him?? you think he finna postpone his campaign for a basketball game? in his eyes it’s like “oh lucas chose being popular over us that’s crazy.”

you can’t tell me you wouldn’t think like that too especially if you were being treated like how they treated eddie 😐

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Three inches

Summary: You invite your friends over to your house and your dad, Hopper, walks in at a bad time.

Warning: A little bit of smut if you squint & fluff.

Listen while reading:

Woman in love - Barbra Streisand

Being the daughter of the chief was a struggle for a teenager girl who just wants to have a little fun. With everything that's gone on in this town, he's of course very protective.

But it can be so annoying sometimes.

Today was one of those times.

Dad has a strict rule about keeping the door open 3 inches when I have boys over. I can understand the rule, he thinks I'm too young to be doing anything, but the thing is I don't like boys.

So, inviting my friends over when they're boys is always so embarrassing. That's why I regret ever agreeing to having the group over at my place.

"Dad, please don't embarrass me." I beg as I peek out the window, checking to see if Steve, Nancy, Eddie, and Robin have pulled up yet.

"I don't even know why you need two boys over. One is already pushing it." He grumbles from the kitchen.

"I'm 18 dad, just let me hang out with my friends in peace." I reply, turning to look at him and he just mumbles something about 'still in high school' and 'you act like a child' under his breath.

I roll my eyes and then hear a knock on the door. I rush over and open it to find my four best friends and I try to quickly usher them to my room before my dad can catch them.

Unfortunately, he still catches them.

Robin and Nancy successfully make it through the threshold of my room, but Steve and Eddie are both pulled back by large hands on their shoulders.

Hopper glares down at them and they both look about ready to piss themselves.

"Dad.." I warn him, knowing what's coming.

"Just need to tell them the ground rules." He replies, not even glancing at me. "Door open three inches. Always. Got it?"

They both aggressively nod.

"No kissing, touching, or any naughty business-"

"Dad!"

"And!" He raises a finger, pointing it in both of their scared faces. "Remember. I have a gun."

"Oh my god, dad!" I say exasperatedly as I pull Steve and Eddie by their arms and into my room, about to close the door behind me when he shouts 'three inches!'

"Yeah, got it!" I reply back, rolling my eyes and turning to find a scared looking Steve and Eddie, Nancy and Robin trying to hold back their laughter.

"Pussies." Robin mumbles, making us all break out into a laugh, except Steve and Eddie.

"Shut up, Robin. I'm just waiting for the day he finds out about you two and then you're the one shitting your pants." He says, pointing between Robin and I and I roll my eyes with a laugh, falling on the bed next to Robin and cuddling up beside her.

"Don't be jealous just because Robin likes boobies more than she likes your Farrah Fawcett hair." I reply and Robin cackles sharply while Steve glares at me.

"Did Henderson tell you that? He's fucking dead." He mumbles the last part to himself and I can tell he's blushing because Nancy now knows his embarrassing secret.

“You know, coincidentally, three inches is also the size of Steve’s-”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Robin.” Steve glares, one hand on his hip and one pointing at her like a mother threatening her child.

"Okay, I think we play some Truth or Dare to spice this up, what about you guys?" Eddie asks, hopping to his feet with a mischievous smile.

"I don't know.." I reply glancing towards my door in hesitation.

Eddie peeks out of the room to see Hopper lying on the recliner completely knocked out and he smiles before shutting the door all the way.

"Eddie!" I whisper shout at him, my eyes wide.

"He's knocked out, it's fine. Come on." He says gesturing for us all to sit on the floor of my room. I roll my eyes, but do it anyway.

"Okay, who's going first?" Eddie asks. No one responds so he rolls his eyes, "Okay, Wheeler. Truth or dare?"

"Um.. dare?" She replies, seeming timid with Eddie's evil smile on her.

"I dare you and Harrington to spend seven minutes in heaven." He smiles cheekily, pointing towards my closet and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Whoa, whoa. I don't need any weird substances on my clothes-" Robin cuts me off by slapping a hand to my mouth and smiling cheekily back at Eddie.

I hate these stupid matchmakers.

"Go ahead." Robin nods to the door and Nancy and Steve both grumble, but make their way inside the closet anyway.

When they're shut inside, we all wait patiently to see if we hear any noises. Eventually we get too bored and just decide to chat about random stuff.

“Hey, how long have they been in there?” Eddie suddenly asks and we all look at each other, shrugging.

Eddie stands up and goes to open the door. When he does we all gasp at the sight of Steve and Nancy sucking face. They both quickly pull away when they realize they’ve been caught.

Nancy blushes and Steve awkwardly clears his throat, “Um.. We’re going to get going actually. It’s late.” Steve says, grabbing Nancy’s hand and dragging her out of the room.

“Hey, wait! You’re my ride, Harrington!” Eddie yells, chasing the couple out the door.

I turn to look at Robin with wide eyes and she looks at me with the same expression. Then we both burst out into laughter.

After laughing about the chaotic situation for a good couple of minutes, we find ourselves laying on my bed, cuddled up and listen to the soft sounds of Woman in Love by Barbra Streisand playing from my stereo.

“You smell really good.” I mumble into Robin’s neck and hear the sound of her raspy giggle.

“I put my best perfume on just for you, sugar.” She replies and I blush in response, kissing her neck gently.

“What? You think you were gonna get lucky tonight?” I tease with a small smile, pulling away to look at her pretty face.

“Well, duh.” She replies and I giggle before pressing my lips against hers. The kiss is soft and sensual and I pull away to lick my lips.

“Are you wearing Cherry Cola Chapstick?” I smile, smacking my lips at the taste.

“You know it’s your favorite.” She huskily replies, pulling me back onto her lips by the collar of my shirt.

I move to straddle her, kissing her more desperate and rutting my hips against her thigh. She smiles into the kiss and flips us over, one of her legs slotted between mine so I can relive some of the pressure building.

She pulls away to watch me grinding against her thigh, sighing out a laugh, “There you go, pretty girl, use me.”

I whimper, trying to keep quiet since my dad is still in the house. She goes back to kissing me and I feel lightheaded with pleasure.

Suddenly the door that was once closed, slams open and the sound of my dads voice fills the room, “I told you, three inch-!”

I gasp when Robin pulls away and look to see my dad standing there, beet red.

“D-Dad!” I sputter, embarrassed. “Get out!”

“I-I’m sorry, I thought.. I’m sorry.” He stutters, shutting the door and I turn to Robin who looks back at me shocked.

Then she starts to laugh.

“It’s not funny, idiot.” I groan throwing a pillow at her, and this causes her to start full on cackling.

“I’m sorry..” She says, trying to catch her breath after her fit of laughter, “But that was really awkward. I can’t believe that happened.”

“That was terrible.” I groan, covering my face with my hands.

“Aww, sweetie. It’s alright. Look on the bright side, he doesn’t seem homophobic.” She shrugs, “He just seemed really uncomfortable. Which is fair when you walk in on your daughter heavily sucking face with someone-”

“You know, you’re really bad at comforting people.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” She smiles.

———

“See you tomorrow.” I smile, giving Robin a kiss on the cheek.

She waves goodbye and I shut the door behind her. I turn around and find my dad standing awkwardly.

“Dad, about earlier..” I start to say, but he just puts a hand up signaling me to stop.

“Just-” He starts and I wait nervously for whatever he’s going to say, “Just keep the door open three inches.”

I smile brightly and run over to him, hugging him tightly. He smiles, hugging me back and resting his chin on my head.

“Love you, dad.”

“Love you too, kiddo.”

———

Hopper the ally😝💪

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Blue Pt. 2 (Robin x Reader)

Part 1

A/N: i was so surprised by how many people loved Blue and wanted a second part!! thank you all so much for your kind words! they really motivated me to get this out to you asap lol

CW: swearing

You jumped when you heard three loud bangs on your front door. When you moved to get it, lifting your tear-streaked face off of Steve’s chest, he gently pushed you back down, assuring you that he would get it. You were too devastated to argue.

Steve made his way downstairs and opened the door to an anxious, pacing Robin. She stopped in her tracks when the door swung open and faced Steve.

“Where is she? Is she okay? I looked around the whole party and everyone said she left but they didn’t know with who. I was worried sick.” She moved to step her foot through the threshold of the door but Steve blocked her.

“She’s fine, well physically.” Steve shook his head and sighed, “She needs some space, Robin. I’ll take you home and you can come back by tomorrow.”

“No,” She stated firmly, crossing her arms, “I need to see her.”

“Rob, she doesn’t need any more heartbreak right now, just please-“

“Heartbreak?” She blurted, “What do you mean heartbreak?”

Steve silently scolded himself for his mistake. He knew that telling Robin more information would make her even more determined to see you tonight.

“It’s not my place to tell you any of that. Like I said, come back-” Robin pushed past him as he spoke and dashed for the stairs. “Hey! Rob, I said-“

But she had already made it to your bedroom and pushed your door open slowly. She was met with the sight of your form in your bed, under the covers, and facing away from the door.

“y/n, thank god. I was looking for you everywhere.”

“Well that’s a first, isn’t it?” You bit back, sitting up and turning to face the blonde.

Before she could retort, Steve stepped into the room, about to give her hell for bothering you.

“I’ll leave when she tells me to, Harrington.” She groans, looking at you expectantly.

“She can stay,” You decided.

You had so much that you needed to say to her, so much that you kept bottled up for so long as not to disturb her happiness, but at your expense. You thought that especially after the events of tonight, you deserved to let her have it because as hurt as you were, you were also angry.

Steve threw his hands up in surrender and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“What do you mean ‘that’s a first,’ y/n? I was so fucking worried about you.” She spat, beginning to pace around your bedroom.

“Robin, you haven’t cared about me for months! I’m surprised that you even noticed that I left the party!” You shouted, tears threatening to start falling once again, “You’ve been ditching me at parties to hang out with Vickie, canceling our weekly movie nights to go to Vickie’s house,” You scoff, furiously wiping a tear from your cheek, “You’ve even been eating lunch with her and leaving me at our table alone. And when we are together, she’s all you talk about. Our conversations have all been Vickie-centered! You haven’t asked about me in who knows how long! And you know what? I haven’t said anything to you because I didn’t want to get in the way of your goddamn happiness!” You took a calming breath before continuing, “I’m tired of feeling like my only purpose in your life is to serve as a listening ear for your one-sided conversations and a shoulder for you to lean on when you won’t offer me the same.”

“That’s not fair and you know it, y/n!” She spat as she continued to pace a hole in your bedroom floor, “It’s not my fault that you didn’t speak up. I can’t read your mind!”

“God,” You scoff, “You completely missed the point but I can’t even say that I’m surprised.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that your head has been up your ass, as of late,” The tears were freely falling down your cheeks and neck as you spoke, “You haven't been able to see anything beyond yourself and Vickie in a long time.”

“I have a life outside of you, y/n. Fucking sue me!” She stopped pacing to look at you, her hands flying wildly as she spoke.

All you wanted was for Robin to hear you, to care about how hurt you felt, but the longer the conversation (or screaming match) went on, you could tell that she was no closer to understanding your feelings than she was when she walked in your room.

“But you don’t have a life outside of Vickie though, right?”

“Just because your love life is nonexistent doesn't mean you can you get to stick your nose in mine!”

Your heart stung and hurt flashed across your face. You looked down at your hands in your lap. Robin had never been this malicious before, at least not to you. She knew what it was like to be gay in Hawkins and how hard it was to show yourself to someone, especially someone you liked. You had confided in her about how you felt insecure about your lack of dating experience and love life and at the time, she felt the same. It was so unlike her to take a jab at something that she knew you were insecure about. You didn’t recognize your best friend anymore.

“I want you to leave now, Robin.” Your voice cracked.

“y/n-” She started, taking a step toward you, holding a hand out. Regret was written all over her face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I said leave!” You fumed, refusing to let her see the hurt in your eyes, although you knew that she could probably hear it in your voice.

Robin wordlessly left the room, clicking the door shut behind her. It was only then that you allowed yourself to lay back down and sob.

****

After taking Robin home, Steve stayed the night on the floor in your bedroom. You didn’t want to be alone and he was happy to oblige. He sat in bed with you as you cried and vented about the fight that you had with Robin, although you were sure that she had already given him a recap from her perspective. He was there for you through it all, even in the weeks prior to the fight, when you felt like you didn’t mean anything to Robin and thought you were losing your best friend. You don’t know what you would have done without him. He even called out of work the next morning so he could stay with you.

You didn’t wake up until noon the next day, all the crying and yelling of the night before wearing you out. Steve offered to get pancakes for breakfast and you happily accepted but opted to stay home and wait rather than go with him. Just as he opened the door to leave, Robin appeared on your front porch, chewing on her lip and rocking on her heels. When she saw Steve on the other side of the door, her eyes widened.

“Listen, I know that you’re probably not gonna let me in because you didn’t want to last night and I was a bitch to y/n when I finally got inside and you and her probably hate me right now, but I feel physically sick when I reflect on my actions and words and I know that I don’t deserve it, but I need a second chance to fix this.” She looked at Steve pleadingly, her brows furrowing together.

“First of all, I don’t hate you, Robin. I think that what you said last night was shitty, but you’re still one of my best friends.” Steve said, “Go in and make amends, just please promise me that you’ll actually try to hear y/n out this time.” He stepped away from the door to allow Robin access before he headed out the door himself.

Robin pushed your door open slowly. Her heart was in her throat and as much as she wanted to make everything right, she was scared of how you’d react when you noticed her.

“What’d you forget this time ding-” You faltered when you saw Robin standing at your door, sporting a guilty smile, and not Steve coming back to retrieve something that he had forgotten. “What are you doing here?”

Robin’s cheeks flushed red and she looked down at her feet, “I-I didn’t come here to fight, I swear.” She walked further into your room, taking a seat in a chair adjacent to your bed. “I’ve been replaying last night in my head all night since I walked out of your room,” She sighed, playing with a loose thread on her jeans, “I couldn’t sleep because we weren't speaking. You are so endlessly important to me, y/n and I’m sorry that it took almost losing you to make me act like it.”

You nodded, finally allowing yourself to look at the blonde. You patted the spot next to you in bed and watched as Robin crossed the room and sat criss-cross beside you.

“I want my old Robin back. You don’t get to just apologize and continue to ditch me all the time until it’s convenient for you,” You sighed, “With that being said, I wasn’t exactly an angel either. I know that I should have been better at communicating when things started to bother me.”

She flung herself toward you and held you in a tight hug. You hold onto her just as tightly, burying her face in the crook of her shoulder. Your Robin was back.

“So, now that we’re on speaking terms again,” You chuckled, “Tell me all about your night with Vickie.”

“y/n…”

“No, it’s okay. I want to know.”

“Well, I don’t think that we’re a good match,” She shrugged.

“But, I saw you two-”

“Oh,” Robin’s face heated up, “You know, I had so many expectations as to what it would be like to kiss Vickie and finally get confirmation that she liked me. I expected to feel all warm inside and just so full of love, but I felt none of that. Actually… I’ve only ever felt that way with you. Aside from making sure that you didn’t get kidnapped by a drunk high schooler, that’s what I came here to tell you last night.”

A beat of silence passed as you processed what Robin had just told you, but she thought that the silence meant that you were uncomfortable or maybe even angry.

“Listen, I probably should have just kept that to myself because now you probably think I’m weird and maybe you won’t want to hang out with me anymore, but if you don’t feel the same, we can just forget I said anything and go back to being good old platonic Robin and y/n. I also want to add that I don’t think you’ll be interested in me just because you like girls but-”

You launched forward and connect your lips with Robin’s, winding your arms around her neck. She kissed you back slowly and moves her hands to your waist. Your heart leaped out of your chest as you came to the realization that you are getting exactly what you wanted for months. Robin noticed you and now she was kissing you with just as much enthusiasm as you were kissing her. When you finally pulled away, you looked at Robin with the biggest smile that you’ve managed in a while.

“I have been wanting to do that for such a long time,” You breathed, allowing a hand to linger on the blonde’s soft cheek.

Robin hummed and leaned into your touch, “Then why didn’t you?”

You thought for a moment, “There was always someone else,” You shrugged, dropping your hand from her cheek and taking her hand in yours, “Guess I just didn’t think I had a chance.”

Robin sighed, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles, “When we met at the beginning of junior year, I had the biggest crush on you. I was planning on asking you out, but by the time I got the confidence, you were one of my best and only friends and I couldn’t lose that, so I gave up and threw myself into Tammy, then eventually Vickie.” She paused for a moment, “But they never made me feel the way you do.”

You blushed, bringing her hand to your lips and dropping a kiss on her knuckles. You were over the moon and although you knew that you and Robin had a lot of growing to do, in the moment, you let yourself have the pure bliss of knowing that she was just as in love with you as you were with her. The rest would come later.

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Got Jackman in a headlock

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white coded fics be like: “he runs his fingers through your long silky hair, massaging your scalp until you fall into a deep slumber”

me, my head wrap, and my bonnet:

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Absolutely fucking horrific that the general public wound up hearing about monkeypox in gay people first and thinks it's an STD or specifically gay disease. It's not deadly like HIV but this obviously mirrors that, except the fact it isn't a fucking STD at all, or even limited to physical contact. It can infect you anywhere, make blisters anywhere, and leave active virus on any porous enough material. Clothing, rugs, towels, seat cushions, not only are people using it for another LGBT witch hunt but they genuinely don't know their whole families could get it from shopping, seeing a movie, anything.

The last outbreak was from pets, specifically rodents and rabbits, but contained at about 50 cases. This time there's a couple thousand cases getting worse because most people weren't told what it actually is or how it spreads and half the country now just thinks diseases in general are liberal hoaxes or whatever the fuck they think. America is a shithole.