#Don't get me wrong I love Vickie

[willbyersoffical]

Y'all how did we get Vickie before Will...wrong gay

[seacavepuzzle]

87 / 127

[mikesmelodrama]

i love ronance in fanon but i don't want it to be canon

i love byler in fanon and if it's not canon i WILL be showing up at the duffers house with ten grenades showed up my a-

[jonathanbyersphd]

I need all 3 of u that are invested to know I've spent the rest of the day thinking about that Jancy Emma AU and how I would formulate it

[maddy-ferguson]

society if robin and vickie had had more than three scenes together idk

[dizzying-faust]

I saw someone bring up Monster Prom and it reminded me of how I bought the game on an impulse buy and being...disappointed by it.

[sanguineterrain]

about a boy - e.m.

Summary: You've never had a boy in your bed. You're not sure what you're meant to do with one.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings/tags: none i don't think? mainly fluff and an overthinking reader (they're so me)

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There's a boy in your bed.

"M&M?"

You turn your head. Eddie holds the bag of candies to you.

"Okay," you say, and take a blue M&M.

Eddie smiles, about fifteen M&Ms in his own mouth. His attention returns to the screen. You have no idea what's playing.

A boy is in your bed, and he's put a movie on, and now his thigh is pressed against yours, lean and warm.

Eddie's socks are green and have tiny yellow stars on them. He's pulled them over his jean cuffs to keep the cold away. Not that it matters when he has a sleeveless Metallica shirt on.

But Eddie doesn't seem to get cold, anyway. You went for ice cream last week even though it had snowed the night before.

Eddie had paid for your ice cream, which isn't something to look too into. Steve's paid for your ice cream before, because Steve's a nice guy. And Eddie's a nice guy too. So maybe nice people pay for ice cream. And that's all.

Your eyes trace the dip of Eddie's belly, the slice of skin that peeks out between his waistband and shirt hem. His exposed arm and neck is sprinkled with freckles and you can see the edge of the demon tattoo on his breastbone.

Your heart races. That's wrong, isn't it? Looking at Eddie like that? Hoping he'll give you more?

You don't know. You've never had a boy in your bed. There's no guidebook.

Eddie laughs at the screen. You relish in his swelled cheeks and glimpse of fanged canines. You love Eddie's smile; bright and all-encompassing. You can't help but be pulled into his orbit every time you're around him.

You ought to give Robin something for introducing the two of you. A fruit basket, or maybe Vickie Summers in a gift box.

Need curls deep in your chest as you watch Eddie sink further into your pillows. You wonder if he can feel your eyes on him. That would be embarrassing. But maybe he'd be flattered that you're looking at him; that you can't help but.

He's touchy. Affectionate. You're really not, but Eddie takes it in stride. He gives you little half-hugs instead of his usual squeeze-the-soul-out-of-you ones. He bumps your shoulder or simply walks beside you, respecting your space.

And funnily enough, through all that, you've begun to wish Eddie would touch you more.

"'M gonna get more popcorn," he says. "Y'want something else?"

You turn your head in a vain attempt to make it seem like you haven't been mooning over him like a lovesick calf.

"No, no, um, thanks. Thanks."

You cringe at your clumsy mouth. Eddie's oblivious, hopping off the bed and disappearing into the hall.

Are you even allowed to want more? You and Eddie are friends. Maybe even Good Friends, especially after the 'murderous monster tries to swallow Hawkins' crisis died down.

But you don't hang out like this. Where Eddie can see all the Polaroid pictures of trees you thought were good reasons to love the earth and of your mom and of the deer you saw once, and your sky blue wallpaper with clouds painted on it. You wonder if he thinks you're childish or silly.

Why does he even spend time with you? Are you the only one free? Was today a non-Hellfire day and that's why Eddie had agreed to come over? Nothing better to do?

You haven't the slightest idea what's happening in the movie. You should pay attention because Eddie might want to talk about it afterwards, and he'll be cross if you don't know what he's talking about.

Except, that doesn't really seem like Eddie. Still. You've never had a boy in your bed. You don't know if they expect you to pay attention to the movies they play.

You chew on a cuticle. Eddie returns in a couple minutes, climbing onto the bed with his knees. He offers you the bowl of popcorn. You shake your head.

"Everything okay, sweet thing?" he asks.

Oh, don't you just melt over that. You feel like the yellow M&M between Eddie's fingers.

"Yeah, f-fine."

You stare at the foot of space between you. Once, you'd dared to lean on the shoulder of a boy you didn't like that much. Your head hadn't stayed long on his shoulder, and afterwards, you wished you'd been struck by lightning.

What if this is like that? What if Eddie sneers at you and shuffles away. God, you can't handle that. You like this boy in your bed so much, it frightens you.

"This guy, the one in the raincoat." Eddie points. "He's one of my favorite actors. I like the way he talks. You ever get that? Liking the way someone talks?"

You look at him. Eddie looks at you. He's trying to pull you out of your head. He thinks something's worrying you. You're so anxious all the time. And Eddie knows that, so he tries to ground you. You withdraw and Eddie will call out to you and ask you questions. He always sounds lovely. Sometimes, you try to gather the courage to ask him something back. But the words remain lodged in your throat.

"Yeah, I get that." Be brave, be brave. "I like the way you talk."

You wait for lightning to strike.

"Really?" Eddie asks, sounding genuinely curious.

"Uh-huh. You have a nice voice."

Nothing. Not even a rumble of thunder.

"Sweet thing, you're gonna give me a big head," Eddie says with a grin.

He's not teasing you. Once upon a time, you might've thought he was, because it seemed like that's all people were capable of. But Eddie's not. He thinks they're nice, the words you say. You want to say more nice words. You want to keep this boy in your bed.

You also want to close this distance. Be a permanent planet in Eddie's orbit. Be brave.

You stare at that tiny foot of space between you again. You're probably being too quiet and still, and Eddie's probably worried you're stuck in your head again.

So before he can coax you out again, (because he cares about you. He cares about you, and you're just going to have to get used to that, alright?) you scoot an inch.

And another inch. And another.

You move at a glacial pace. You don't think Eddie's picked up on your little scheme. How fiendish you are, attempting to cuddle with the boy in your bed. Wicked!

Now, you're so close you can feel Eddie's body heat. His shirt looks soft and worn. You wonder what he smells like.

You move closer. Now, your chest is touching Eddie's side. He looks at you.

His eyes are dark like the blackest parts of space. If you do this and fail, those eyes might just swallow you up.

You listen for thunder, but the skies are clear.

"What's goin' on, pretty?" he murmurs.

"Do you like me?" you blurt, helpless in his pull.

Eddie's brows lift. He blinks, cocks his head.

"'Course I do, sweet thing."

"No, like." You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, then open them. "You like me enough for a movie, but do you like me enough to let me put my head on your shoulder?"

"Is that all?" he asks, eyes dancing. There's stars in them. "I like you so much, I want your head on my shoulder forever."

Cinnamon. Eddie smells like cinnamon.

You no longer wish to be struck by lightning.

"Oh," you breathe.

Eddie hums and gently taps your head with one finger.

"That what you've been thinking so hard about?" he asks.

"I've never had a boy in my bed," you say.

"'M honored to be the first."

You nod, jittery with hope. "I'm glad it's you."

And then Eddie eases you into his side. It's perfect. It feels like you're young and don't know any better. It feels like you'll never find anything else like it.

Eddie bows his head. His curls tickle your cheeks and shroud you from the rest of the world.

"And will you kiss me too?" you ask.

"As much as you want, pretty."

You think you can get used to having a boy in your bed.

[silent-stories]

I'm with the band

(Eddie Munson x F!reader) reader has long hair, mention of drugs.

"There are too many people out there,” Eddie said nervously, aimlessly pacing in the backstage for the fourth time, nearly colliding with the other band members who were getting ready to go on stage.

He wasn’t wrong; the Hideout had never been this crowded, and you were the one to thank (or to blame). You had invited Robin to come see Corroded Coffin play that night, and she had called Vickie, who in turn had invited some of her friends. While chatting with Robin, Nancy and Jonathan overheard and joined in (despite Nancy not seeming thrilled about “listening to four guys scream all night”), and Jonathan had invited his quirky friend visiting from California too, who brought along more friends.

In short, friends had invited more friends, and they, in turn, had invited others, making the place more packed than it had ever been.

Eddie’s dark curls bounced on his shoulders with each step, and his self-cropped Anthrax t-shirt, cut with kitchen scissors a few days prior, revealed a sliver of his stomach.

Jeff rolled his eyes and walked away. He wasn’t ready to hear Eddie give the same speech for the fifth time in half an hour.

“Eddie, can you stop for a moment?” you got up from the old armchair where you’d been sitting since they let you into the backstage area that evening.

You grabbed a drumstick Gareth had left on the table and used it to secure your hair into something that was supposed to be a messy bun. It was a habit you’d picked up a few weeks ago, and you were pretty sure your drummer friend was starting to hate you for it.

"Eddie,” you repeated his name when you reached him, placing your hands on his arms to stop him. “It's gonna be okay.”

He let out a long sigh, wondering if you were aware that your touch alone could calm him in seconds, more effectively than hundreds of words ever could. When your hands returned to your sides, he already missed that contact.

He stared at you for a moment, his brown eyes filled with insecurity. “No,” he shook his head.

“Eds, you need to stay calm. They’ll like you, and-”

“Sweetheart, no one likes us. You’re the only person who claps every time we play here.”

“Because the other times, there wasn’t enough audience! This time will be different, trust me.”

“The last time I played in front of so many people, I was in middle school, and the whole school laughed at me. I’m not ready to experience that again.”

Eddie saw how your expression softened and worried at the same time, and he almost wished he hadn’t said it.

He ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it even more than his quick pacing had already done. “God, I really need a joint right now.”

You let out a little laugh at that comment, and one corner of Eddie’s lips involuntarily lifted. The sound of your laughter always made him happier.

“No, all you need is a friend who tells you that you’ll rock it and that everything will be fine. And I’m here now, telling you that.” You stood on tiptoe to fix a stray curl.

“Trust me, please?” When you looked at him like that he couldn't help but believe you, or at least try. You always believed in him.

"Okay."

You smiled. God, you were so pretty and he had been so anxious that night that he hadn't even remembered to tell you.

"Okay?"

"Okay." He repeated, more confident this time.

Somewhere behind you you heard Jeff shout. "Five minutes and we're on stage!"

“Fuck.” Eddie sighed.

"Eddie. Eds, look at me. You have to promise me two things before you go out there. I'm serious."

Eddie remained silent, nodding slightly.

"The first is that whatever people do, think or say, you have to remember that it won't define you. I know who you are. I know what you're worth. I don't give a shit about them. A shit. Zero. Nada."

Eddie chuckled. "Second thing?"

"Second thing is, when you're famous you'll let me come on tour with you."

Eddie laughed, for real this time. Those dimples that you loved so much have appeared on his face. "You said you were serious!"

"Oh and I am! One hundred percent!"

Eddie, still laughing, placed his hand over his heart, as if swearing a solemn oath. "I promise on my honor."

"Okay, I'm happy now."

"I wouldn't go anywhere without you anyway. You're pretty much an integral part of the band now. I planned on kidnapping you in case I ever left town but you make things a lot easier now."

"Well, I guess you won't need it."

"Two minutes!" Jeff shouted.

"I think I have to go now."

You nodded, a smile still on your lips.

"C'mere." He quickly said before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest in a hug.

You inhaled his scent for a few seconds, it was smoke and cheap beer, like all the other times. For you, there was nothing better.

After a moment, you slightly pulled away but his hand was still on your back, as if he wasn't ready to let you go, and you found yourself looking into his chocolate brown eyes trying to figure out what was happening.

His gaze wasn't on your eyes though. It seemed like your mouth had caught his attention.

When you realized his lips were so close to yours that you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, a voice interrupted the moment.

You cleared your throat as Eddie took a step back.

"My drum stick!" Gareth repeated, a bit of frustration but also amazement because of what he had just seen in his voice, moving his gaze between the two of you.

"Fuck, you're right." You murmured, pulling it out of your hair and handing it to him. You had completely forgotten about it.

Gareth looked at his friend. "Are you coming with us or you two want to get a room?"

"Yes, no, I mean. I'm coming, fuck, I mean. I'm ready. All ready. Yes. Ready."

You giggled when you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks.

"I'll be cheering for you in the front row, you know that."

"I know. Thank you sweetheart."

He looked at you one last time before following Gareth onto the stage.

You stood there for a second. Wondering what the hell just happened.

Then you left the backstage.

[foptbw]

Oh! You wanna know about the blue man and lady? Sometimes when they think I won't remember or that I won't notice they help me. Like when I fell asleep outside while it was raining and they brought me an umbrella. Or bringing my cousin to live with us for the summer which helped get Tootie to leave me alone. No one ever notices their strange blue appearance but me. To everyone else they look normal and then when they leave people slowly forget about them. I think I'm supposed to be like that too. I don't think I'm supposed to remember the nice things they do for me. But, I remember ever since I first met the blue man.... I guess... I guess I should answer the real question. Shortly after… Shortly after I came back from the hospital with doctors unable to explain why I couldn't remember most my life besides pieces. Crocker came to the house. And he was yelling outside. My human parents weren't home. He pound on the doors demanding me to let him in to help me. I didn't know what to do. So I let him in. I remember him having been my teacher, and still stalking me and messing with me after I stopped being his student. I remember my human parents not finding it weird. But, I guess it would require them to care to you know notice how it was weird. He tore the place apart looking for my fairy godparents. He had this remote control that wouldn't stop beeping every time it got near me. This made Crocker mad. He tugged at me questioning if I was hiding them on me. But the machine was beeping at me. The beeping made him even more mad. He yelled about it being broken because I'm not fairy magic and he threw it at the wall. Then Crocker grabbed me and shook me while he yelled questions at me like where they were and what did I do. But I didn't know what he was talking about. He didn't stop asking questions, where my goldfish were, or where my green or pink things were. I didn't own anything green. And the pink wasn't the right pink he was looking for. He tried finding purple too. But I didn't have any purple things either. Crocker got scary. Asking what I had done with them. What did I do? That I had fairy godparents for all these years and how he had been so close to catching them so many times, so close to stealing them from me. I was his only trail to fairy godparents and he was mad that I had ruined everything. I did ruin everything. But, I don't know what I did. I think I broke a rule. Or maybe found a loophole I wasn't supposed to find. AJ said I was always really good at finding loopholes. I'm still good at arguing according to him. But, I think he's just being nice. The crazy man found a drawing I had done, it was the picture of a pink lady fairy, a green male fairy, and a purple baby fairy. On the back of the drawing said "Fairies are real" I think Crocker wanted to keep the picture, but a strange blue man appeared with police officers. While the police dealt with Crocker. The man gave me the picture back. It wasn't the last time I saw the strange blue man or his wife, a blue lady, but they never tell me who they are. According to Chester and AJ I just imagine them up. My human parents came home and were mad. Going on that they thought I was old enough to be left alone, but they were wrong. They started going on about how they were going to start hire Vicky to make sure I don't cause more trouble. As they ranted, I just looked down at the picture Crocker stole and I saw it. I knew that the humans pretending to be my parents weren't really my parents. The picture was my real family. I must have been a changeling, that was why my human parents never loved me. They knew I wasn't really theirs. Something happen and my real parents lost me. I did something and they were taken away.

[devskindawritingblog]

Hi, can you write a Victoria Neuman fic where Victoria and her lover are just finally having a relaxing time on vacation since Victoria is always working and popping heads (if you know what I mean.)

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AN: My first Vicky request!!!!! The reader is gender neutral but Zoe does call them mama but the reader isn't necessarily a woman ( Just not a man). I don't really have a clear idea of when this is set in. I am mentioning the FBSA because why not? I honestly don't remember how old Zoe was so I made her like 6. I really love this request it’s so cute because she really does need a vacation. Also sorry if it sounds weird I like just finished editing it now 😅

word count rounded: 2.8k

Victoria sat in her office typing away at her computer. The whirl of the air conditioner lets off a quiet but steady humm and she skims through a report. The FBSA has been a huge workload for her and the work just seems to pile up. The report was somehow terribly written from someone in her bureau. There was a multitude of spelling mistakes and the person used the wrong their about 4 times. She sighs running her hand through her dark curled hair. Her eyebrows furrow creating the little lines on her forehead that you’d kiss when she was deep in concentration. 

She glances over at the clock and quickly back out the window as she realizes the sun is starting to set. She sighs again, reaching over to an old coffee to take a sip. She quickly spits the cold coffee back into the cup. Victoria grimaces and coughs as she stands up to drop it in a trash can near her desk. She leans against her desk looking out at the bright lit office buildings and flashing lights. Some of them are off as the employees pack up their desks and shut off their computers.

Victoria looks back over at her computer, she should really finish the report but it's getting late and she promised she would be home to put Zoe to bed. She pushes herself off her desk and goes over to her computer, shutting it. Right before she can slip it into her bag she hears her phone vibrate on the desk. Victoria grabs it, opening it up as a message from you comes through. 

“ Hiii Vicky, are you almost done at work? Zo Zo told me that mommy is a much better book reader then me 😘”

Victoria smiles and that's the last thing she needs to give her a final boost to quickly pack up and go home but before she texts you back.

“I’m on my way home, tell Zoey that i’ll read her one when I get home. I love you 😘”

As soon as she sends it she packs up her stuff quickly making her leave from the office and locking up. The way back to her home is a quiet one away from the bright city lights and blaring horns of traffic. Her quaint, cozy home was perfect for the three of you. It was away from press and work and has a park across the street for Zoe. She approaches the house unlocking the door. She peeks her head around the corner hoping to see you, but she realizes you and Zoe are probably in her bedroom. 

She slips off her coat, hanging it up on the hanger. She heads up stairs, the carpeted stairs creaking under her heels. She drops her stuff in your shared bedroom before heading into Zoe’s room slowly creaking open the door. She smiles at the sight of you and Zoe cuddled up asleep together on the bed. Your head is against Zoe’s headboard and Zoe is cuddled up to your side with a few story books scattered on the bed. She opens the door and walks toward the two of you chuckling to herself as she cleans up the books. 

She smiles fondly, kneeling beside the bed to give her daughter a kiss on the forehead. She cards her fingers through Zoe’s hair as the girl snuggles more into your side. Victoria shifts over to give you a kiss on the forehead as well, rubbing your arm softly trying to wake you up without startling you. “Babe…....wake up” She whispers, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as your eyes slowly blink awake. 

Your eyes adjust to the dim light as you breathe in quickly, spooked by the face looming over you. “Jesus f-..Vic..” You lay back against the bed when you realize it's just her. “My gosh Vicky…..you scared me. I thought you were.. I don't know. I must have fallen asleep while I was laying with Zoe.” You say rubbing your eyes. “Sorry honey I didn't mean to scare you.” She smiles softly pulling you into a soft kiss. “I told her that I'd cuddle with her until you got home… I guess we were both a little sleepy.” You say after you pull away from the kiss. You smile fondly as you reach over to fix Zoe's hair and slip out from under her. You lay her head down on the pillow and tuck her in before giving her a little kiss.

You slowly slip out of bed and follow Victoria to your shared bedroom. She slips off her work clothes heading to the bathroom to wipe off her makeup and put on her pajamas. You lay on the bed slipping under the covers. “How was work baby?” You ask as you hear a dramatic groan coming from the bathroom. “Ughh don’t even get me started on work today babe.” Victoria grumbles to herself peeking her head out of the bathroom before she slips under the covers with you. “Hey…. maybe you need a little break? You say pulling her into your arms and running your fingers through her curled hair. “A break would be perfect.” She sighs, settling with her head on your chest. “I'm being serious though. You need a break. You need a vacation away from all the work and supes. Just me, you and Zoe on some beach, somewhere far away. Hopefully with a spa.” You explain while rubbing her back as if you had this idea planned for a while.

“I’d love a vacation. I’m just so tired and stressed with work…… but you know I do need a break and I want to do something fun with Zoe before she gets to the age that she is embarrassed to be around us” Victoria laughs and sighs, imagining a warm break lounging on the beach. The three of you havent been on a true vacation since you took a road trip a few years ago to go visit your family. “See! It's a great idea ....c'mon you're like the boss right? You can totally take a break. They can handle it without you for a week. Hughie is pretty competent at his job.” You joke as she looks up, shooting you that look. 

She mulls it over, her face is twisted into deep concentration as she thinks it over. You smile leaning down to kiss the lines that appear on her forehead. Victoria smiles scrunching up her nose and you tilt your head down to kiss it too. “........fine you're right. Let's do it. Let's go on a vacation!” She exclaims and pulls you into a deep kiss.

~A month later~ 

Victoria was finally able to get a full week off for the vacation to your excitement and Zoes of course. She was ecstatic to go somewhere warm, she raved about bringing home a pet dolphin. Neither of you were about to break her heart so you went along with it. You spent the night before packing all of her stuff into her own little suitcase. Zoe hardly slept the night before, she ended up sleeping in between the two of you on your bed. It was Zoe’s first time on a plane and she was somehow more excited then scared. She sat next to the window almost the whole ride. Victoria spent the flight reading a book you got her for her birthday that she never had the time to read.

It was about mid day when the plane landed. The air was humid but nice compared to New York weather. It was a bright blue day. The perfect day for a vacation. Zoe was standing in between you and Victoria. She was holding one of each of your hands as she swung back and forth, brimming with excitement. The three of you made it to the hotel room and flopped down on the beds exhausted after the day you’ve had. It felt so peaceful and calm laying in the hotel room. Well as peaceful as your 6 year old jumping on the bed. Zoe did eventually calm down and go to bed in between you and Victoria.

“This is so perfect, baby. Tomorrow is going to be so much fun. I'm thinking we could go to the beach…. I did a lot of research. I know you like plans but we're on vacation. But if not, I have lots of ideas.” You ramble on as Victoria watches smiling fondly as she nods, taking it all in. “That all sounds wonderful baby. I love all your ideas and research… but i'm also totally alright with just doing anything. I'd love to just relax.” She says holding your hand in hers as she lays her hand on your shoulder. “Yeah.. relax. We can do that…. Plus I’d love to see you in a bathing suit.” You smirk, leaning down to give her a kiss on the side of her neck.  

“Oh…. really?” Victoria smirks, pulling back this time giving you a kiss on the neck. “Yeah. I’ve only seen you in those pants suits… which do make you look really hot babe, but I think we both need some beach time” You sigh leaning into her kisses as she doesnt pull away. “I agree.” Victoria grins, pulling back to kiss you on the forehead. You both fell asleep cuddled up with Zoe sprawled out on top of you. The soft snores of your wife and daughter helped lull you to sleep.

You woke up to the little whispers of Zoe as she tried to wake you up. She speaks softly into your ear as she pokes your cheek. “Mama? Mama?” She whispers poking you cheek rapidly and as you eyes flutter open she moves her attention to Victoria. “Mommy? Mommy?” She continues poking Victoria in the cheek. Victoria groans and rolls over waking up as well. “Zoe? It's a little early for this…Can you go back to sleep?” Victoria grumbles sleepily as she plays with Zoe's hair. “How about you cuddle with us for a little longer?” She says pulling her close as you cuddle into both of them. You give both of them a kiss before drifting back to sleep to the constant stream of questions from Zoe.

When the three of you finally got up it was at a more decent time. You all went down to get breakfast and helped Zoe make waffles. Vic made a b-line to the coffee. Even if she is on vacation Victoria definitely needs her coffee, especially to deal with Zoe. After breakfast Zoe begged to go to the beach, it would be her first time after all. The three of you got all dressed up for the beach.

You chased Zoe around the hotel room trying desperately to get sunscreen on her. “ Zoe! Come here please! C’mom this isn’t funny” You chase her around as she giggles screaming about how “you’ll never catch me”. She somehow evaded you for a good minute before Victoria scooped her up as she came out of the bathroom. The young girl squeals as Victoria carries her over to you. Zoe gives in letting you  put sunscreen on her. 

As the three of you make it to the beach Zoe makes her way right to the water. You and Victoria put the stuff down before following her into the water. “Mama! Mommy! Look at the waves, I’m gonna be a surfer when I’m older.” She giggles and splashes around in the shallow waves. “ I’m sure you’d be an amazing surfer Zo .” Victoria says, smiling  fondly as the three of you make your way deeper into the water.

As much as Zoe loved the ocean she still isn’t that tall. She waddles over to you the water up to her chest. You scoop her up in your arms placing her on your hip so she can continue to enjoy the water. “Mommy! Look, I'm a mermaid!” Zoe giggles as you dip her into the water and she swims over to Victoria scoops her up. “Good job bug. You’re a very pretty mermaid” Victoria beams as she spins Zoe around in the water. 

Victoria whispers something into Zoe’s ear with a devilish grin spreading on her lips. That same smile spreads on your daughter's lips, she really is Victoria’s daughter.  You raise an eyebrow. “Hey… what are you two planning.” Zoe giggles before she splashes you. You gasp and cover your face. “You little devils.” You giggle and playfully splash them back.

You spent more time just enjoying the water before you made your way back to your beach towels. Zoe got right to work making a sand castle because instead of a mermaid she wants to be the ocean princess now. You and Vic layed out the towels on the sand so you could relax. “If you're gonna tan at least  put some sunscreen on.” You say as Victoria lays down putting on her sunglasses. “C’mom, don’t make me chase you like Zoe.” You giggle poking her in the side. 

“Fine….. you’re the responsible one. I don't want to get sunburnt. Especially not on my vacation.” Victoria sighs and rolls over reaching for the sunscreen. “Wait… let me do it. You always can’t reach that part on your back.” You smirk, grabbing the sunscreen. She shoots you a knowing look before smiling back and rolling over for you. You squirt some into your hand and rub along the small of her back. She sighs softly letting out a small noise. “ Wow, that actually feels really good.” She relaxes, closing her eyes. “You’re really really tense Vic.. you definitely needed this.”

Victoria leans into your touch as you massage the sunscreen into her back muscles. You move up to her shoulders massaging it in. You make your way down her arms and back to her legs kneading it in. She sighs rolling over and chuckling. “You really got into that huh? You got like magic hands baby. Thank you.” She smiles leaning up to pull you into a soft kiss. She finishes with the sunscreen and lays down on the towel. 

After the long day at the beach you, Victoria and Zoe all went out for dinner at the hotel. There ended up being a little movie night that you also went to. It was Moana which was perfect because it has been Zoe’s favourite movie for a while now. She danced and sang along, having the best time of her life. Till she crashed and ended up falling asleep in Vic’s arms. 

You carried a very asleep Zoe to the room while Vicky walked beside watching you occasionally leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek. You laid Zoe down on the bed to sleep and you and Victoria went out to the balcony to enjoy the warm breeze and beautiful sunset. You both sat on a lounge chair cuddled up together. Vicky had her head rested on your shoulder while you intertwined your fingers. You pressed a little kiss to her forehead breaking the silence.

“It’s beautiful….. Today was perfect.” You sigh smiling as Victoria pulls her head out and gives you a smile. “ it really is…. Gosh I really needed this. Spending time with my two favourite people.” “You also look really good in a swimsuit baby.” You tease kissing along her neck. She laughs a hint of teasing In her voice “ oh? Is that why you wanted to rub me down earlier?” She smiles, raising a brow at you. “That is not what I was doing. I was protecting my wife from the dangerous sun rays while giving you a massage. Plus you liked it.” You shoot back with no bite to your tone.

She sighs and cuddles into you. “I’m just kidding love….it was wonderful. You have like magic hands.” She says holding your hand out to inspect them. “ Maybe I should have been like a masseuse.” You chuckle to yourself. “Hmm no these magic hands are just for me” she says leaning down to kiss the back of your hand softly. You return a kiss this time to her lips. You cuddle back into her side as the sun starts to set. The sun slowly begins to sink behind the sea. It would be a beautiful sight had your wife not been sitting next to you. She lays head on your shoulder as the both of you sit in comfortable silence. The perfect end to a vacation day, you couldn't wait for the next days to come.

[callhermyname]

you're not going | eddie munson x reader, pt. 1

summary: basically the same plot of s4 ep.1; you see Eddie and Chrissy at the picnic table and get the wrong idea.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5.2k

warnings: MDNI!!; reader is bisexual; tiny bit of fluff, but mostly angst; Robin being the ADHD poster girl she is; crying, mentions of blood, assault, child abuse; THIS IS A STRANGER THINGS S4 REWRITE, I DID NOT CAME UP WITH THE STORYLINE!! let me know if i missed something.

a/n: this is part 1 of my stranger things s4 rewrite, so if you want to read more, you can help me by liking and rebloging this post, following my blog and telling me if you like it! If you haven't read the prologue, you can read it here. also, excuse any grammar errors, english is not my first language.

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You've all been through a lot. After Will went missing, a couple weeks after you met Eddie, your life has never been the same, and probably will never be. Your first year at Hawkins High was hard after all the shit that went down, and you were closer to the other teens and the kids now, but you really wished you could talk to Eddie about it. You felt like he would understand.

The year after that was a little better, all things considered. After Nancy dumped Steve and he and Dustin became… friends (i guess?), you and Steve got really close too, so no one dared to talk shit about you like they used to — they knew better than to upset the girl Steve Harrington treated as a sister. When Steve and Robin started working together, the three of you became peas in a pod (especially after Robin ended up learning about the upside down and El and all that). She was your best friend, someone you could talk to about anything, and she could talk to you about anything too. When she came out to you, you felt like you could also come out to her (as bissexual) and with that you, her and Steve became best totally platonic friends.

—

"Dustin, for fucks sake, Steve has been honking outside for 10 minutes, we're gonna be late, what the fuck are you doing in there?" you banged at your cousin's bedroom door.

"Don't come in! I'm naked!" he yells back.

"You know what? We're not doing this again, I'm not losing my ride because of you, you can bike to school." you grabbed your backpack and headed out the door.

Swearing at Dustin under your breath, you make your way to the backseat of Steve's car.

"What took you so long?" Steve looked back at you "Wait, where's the little butthead?"

"He's probably talking to his girlfriend, I don't care. If he's gonna be late, he can be late. I'm not losing my ride."

"Looks like someone's in a mood today huh?" Robin teased you as Steve started the car.

"Nah, the little shit might get on my nerves but you two always end up cheering me up. Unless Steve starts talking about whatever girl he's taking out this weekend, then I'd rather just eat a handful of broken glass."

"Oh my god, that's EXACTLY what he's been doing since I got in the goddamn car!" Robin turns back to look at you, holding her hands up to her ears "If i have to listen to him talk about having sex with Linda for one more second i swear to god-"

"Heidi! I was talking about Heidi! How can you complain about me talking about something you're not even listening to?"

You just can't help but laugh at them arguing like an old married couple. You love them so much it almost hurts.

"At least I'm actually doing something with my dating life, unlike the both of you." he said in a sarcastic tone.

For the next five minutes he and Robin went back and forth about how she can't just ask Vicky out and how she definitely should ask Vicky out because of the whole "people who like boobies" thing. You space out for a second and snap your head as you hear Eddie's name.

"What about Eddie?" you ask, trying to get back to the conversation.

"See?" Robin snaps "One second she's totally inside her own little head and as soon as someone mentions him she starts paying attention. How does that not qualify as having the most heart-wrecking massive crush on someone?"

"Shut up!" you bite back, trying to defend yourself, but obviously failing, because she was right.

"Ladies, ladies! Calm down, there's no reason to get feisty. You're BOTH chickening out, not asking Vicky and Eddie out. Though I actually see where Robin"s coming from."

"Steve, c'mon-" you try yet again to tell him you're not chickening out, but he doesn't want to hear it again.

"No! Look, you listen to me, how on earth do you manage to take down three military trained Russians and still be afraid to ask him out?"

"It's not that simple!" you frown, now starting to feel like a little girl pouting over your parents giving you a lecture.

"Yeah, sure," Robin snorts "you only hang out alone with him pretty much every day to help him study so he can finally graduate"

"You know what?" you snap at them "I don't have to justify my non-existent love life to either one of you. I'm just gonna keep pretending I don't have feelings for him. Who knows, maybe he'll ask me out? That's a possibility!"

"Okay, okay. We'll drop it." Steve says, lifting his hands from the wheel for a second, in surrender.

"We just care about you, babe" Robin follows his lead "You know that, right?"

"I do."

— 

You and Robin sit at your regular cafeteria table, a couple tables away from the designated Hellfire Club table, where Eddie is yelling at Dustin and Mike about something, making it a little hard to listen to what Robin is talking to you about.

"Seriously, I'm really worried about Max. I mean, we all know she's been depressed since Billy… y'know. But she was way off today at the pep rally, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess" Max was to you what Dustin was to Steve, something between a friend and the little sister you never had. "I've been begging her to talk to me, to tell me if there's something I can do, but she just won't-"

You lose your train of thought when you see Eddie climb up the table, walk across it, jump off it and yell nonsense around the cafeteria.

"God, he's really worked up today, huh?" Robin says, turning her head back to look at Eddie's little scene.

"I wonder what Dustin and Mike were talking to him about. He threw at least five mini pretzels at each one of them while he was yapping about something." you chuckle and roll your eyes when he catches you looking at his performance and gives you a smile and a quick wink. "He's kinda funny when he gets mad at them."

"Funny. Right." Robin turns her head back to look at you. "You obviously think he's just funny, not cute or anything else."

"Dude, you said you'd drop it!"

"I'm sorry!" she giggles "It's just hilarious when your cheeks turn all red just because he smiled at you. You look so silly!"

You watch as Eddie pulls Dustin and Mike by the collar of their Hellfire shirts and pushes them away from the table, both of them running off the cafeteria like they're in a rush. Eddie turns around and walks towards you.

"Okay, now shut the fuck up. He's coming our way."

Eddie heads towards you with slow dramatic steps, leaning over and resting his elbows on the end of the table, an evil grin on his face. 

"Hey ladies. Whatcha talkin 'bout?"

"Nothing much," you turn to face him, now with a playful little smirk of your own. "just watching you make a fool of yourself yet again. Quite the show you got going on there."

He gasps, spreading his palm over his chest, like he's offended by you calling him a fool.

"A fool? How dare you. And yes, thank you for recognizing my performing talents. It is one of my many gifts, as you know."

"Sure do", you remember the days long D&D sessions you attended when you used to be a part of the Hellfire Club. His theatrics flooding the room as he masters his most diabolical campaigns, standing up on his wooden carved throne and emphatically yelling the lines he'd written and planned for weeks, his voice echoing the drama club room, his eyes round and wide sparkling at the dim light as he smiles with pride over one of the only things he actually felt like he was good at.

"We miss you at the club, y'know?" his voice snaps you out of your trance. He sounds almost sad.

"Yeah, I miss you guys too. But you know, I really needed the job at Family Video." Now you sound sad too. "It's a shame my shifts are not scheduled as Robin and Steve's. Can't even make plans without risking the odds of a last minute shift."

"Study sesh still up today after class right?" he quirks a brow.

"Sure!" you try not to sound too excited, but judging by the look Robin gives you, it seems like you failed.

"Great! It's a date then." he flashes you a big smile, giving you a quick kiss at the top of your head. "Thanks sweetheart, you're the best. See ya later!"

With that, he turns around to get back to the Hellfire table. Robin looks at you with something that looks a lot like pity in her eyes. "Ouch. That 's gotta hurt."

"A little." you shrug. "But it's okay, I guess. Better than not having him around."

"Oh, for the love of GOD, just ask him out already!" she says, a little too loud.

"Sure. When you ask Vicky."

"Hm. Touché, I guess."

—

You were walking out the door, headed to your and Eddie's usual study session spot at the picnic table in the woods, when Dustin and Mike approached you.

"What are you doing tonight?" Dustin asked.

"Uh… I don't know, maybe watching the game? Robin is playing with the band and Steve is taking his date, so I'll probably just tag along with them after we get off work. Why?"

"We need a sub for Lucas at the end of Eddie's campaign tonight." Mike explained. "Can you come?"

"Pleeeeeease?" Dustin begged, before you could even think about the question. "I'll clean your room for the whole spring break!"

"Dustin, you don't even clean your room. My room is always tidy, there's no way you can make it cleaner than it already is."

"I'll do the dishes everytime my mom asks you to do it! I'll clean the cat's litter box! You name it, I'll do it. Just… please?"

You couldn't help but laugh. Dustin was offering to do all those things for you, when you'd actually join them for free. Getting to hang out with Eddie was already enough to get you to agree to fill in for Lucas, but the extra bribe from your cousin sure was welcome. 

"Okay, fine. But hey, no telling your mom about our deal okay? You know she does not like it when you take care of any of the cat related chores. She knows the cat's terrified of you."

"Deal!" he jumped up and down like an excited little kid. "Thank you thank you thank youuuu!", his voice slowly faded away while he ran to wherever else he was going to now, Mike following shortly after him.

You made your way through the woods, even though you knew you were a little early. You always liked to be at the picnic table a little before Eddie, to set up your textbooks and make a checklist of all the topics you'd be helping him with that day. You wouldn't consider yourself very smart, but you always got good grades at history and literature, so Eddie asked you if you could help him study. He really wanted to graduate this year, and part of you hoped it was because he would get to graduate with you. He always talked about how school would suck even more if you weren't there anymore, so you decided to take a little of your time out of school and work to help him — not only for his sake, but also because it is the only time you get to be alone with him, close to him. God, you feel pathetic.

As you get closer to the spot, you hear his laugh. At first you're confused, because he never gets there before you and as far as you knew, he had no idea you'd always be there at least 15 minutes before him. Also, why was he laughing by himself in the middle of the woods? He usually only gets high after you're done studying, so you assume he's not high, which makes it even weirder. Before you could get close enough to ask him what was so funny that got him laughing like an idiot by himself in the middle of the woods, you hear another laugh. A girls laugh.

Silently, you walk slowly towards the picnic table, trying not to be seen. When you get close enough to see them without them seeing you, you recognise who he's laughing with. It's Chrissy Cunningham. You feel your heart drop as you watch him trying to make her laugh, the same way he always makes you laugh. What the hell is happening here? You can't quite understand what they're saying without coming a little closer to them, but you don't wanna risk getting caught, so you just watch as Eddie jumps and claps his hands and Chrissy laughs at his dramatic reaction at whatever it was she'd said to him.

You know you shouldn't feel this jealous, he wasn't your boyfriend or anything like that — hell, you couldn't even gather the courage to tell him how you feel —, and you knew Chrissy, she was a very sweet girl. She was always nice to you, even when the other cheerleaders would call you names and stick bubblegum to your hair, she was always the one to tell them to shut up and teach you a few beauty hacks in the bathroom to get the gum out of your hair without having to cut it off. But maybe that was exactly the point. She was so pretty, and so nice, you wouldn't stand a chance against her.

As Eddie turned around and playfully punched the tree behind him, you caught a glimpse of a small gathering of tiny wildflowers resting by Chrissy's side, at the bench she was sitting on — wildflowers like the ones that grow near his trailer. Did he get her flowers? Did he HANDPICK flowers? For her? —, and you feel a knot forming on your throat. He pulled at the neck of his shirt, exposing his chest tattoo and you felt your eyes filling up with tears. What was that about? Was he flirting with her?

Even though you knew it was not a good idea, you took a few steps closer, quietly, so you could hear the conversation.

"You should come see us!" you hear him say. "We play at the Hideout on Tuesdays, it's pretty cool. We actually get a crowd of about… five drunks."

You feel the hot tears start to roll down your face. You always try to go see him play at the Hideout whenever you can. You've been there the past three weeks watching them play. Why is he talking about it like no one watching them is actually important? Like you're not important?

"You know, you're not how I thought you'd be like." Chrissy laughs.

"Mean and scary?" he replies.

That was enough for you. It's not like he was doing anything wrong, but it felt like someone had punched you at your stomach. It hurts to see him treating some other girl the same way he treated you, the way you thought he treated you because he liked you, because he might like you back. You tried to not make much noise as you turned around and followed back the path you came from. There was no way you could sit and study with him like you were not heartbroken.

—

"Chrissy Cunningham?" Steve asked, still not quite believing what you'd just told them. "As in Jason Carver's little princess of Hawkins High cheerleader girlfriend Chrissy Cunningham?"

"Yes." you assured.

"Are you sure it was her?" Robin asked, also in disbelief.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Heard her voice, saw her face. It was definitely her."

"Shit, that sucks, I'm sorry." Robin tries to comfort you, reaching a hand to tap your shoulder.

"What the hell was she doing with him anyways?" Steve questions. "Doesn't she have a boyfriend?"

"Maybe she was buying some weed?" 

"Robin, c'mon." you chuckle, sadly. "Chrissy Cunningham? Buying weed? Be fucking serious."

"Yeah Robin, I hate to say it but it makes absolutely no sense." Steve agrees.

The three of you stay silent for a little too long and you feel your friends' eyes on you, looking at you with pity, and you hate it. Finally, after a few more seconds (that actually felt like hours), the silence is broken when the phone at the Video Family counter starts to ring. Robin walks away to pick up the phone and you feel Steve's arms wrapped around you.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I said earlier today in the car," he says. "I know I was a little too pushy and I know you're not chickening out. I know you're just afraid to get rejected, and us teasing you about it was not okay. I'm sorry about what happened too, with Chrissy and all. For what it's worth I still think there's probably a good explanation for it. I bet it'll be okay."

You hold back your sobs as you lean into your best friend's shoulder, trying not to stain his clothes with your tears. Even though you're still hurting, a good old bear hug from Steve always makes you feel better, like he squeezes together all of your broken pieces back into place.

"Hey, listen…" you feel Robin tap on your shoulder and you raise your head from Steve's chest. "Eddie's on the phone. He wants to talk to you."

Shit. 

"Tell him I'm not here!"

"Yeah I kinda already told him you were here, that's not gonna work."

"Shit. Fine."

You walk over to the phone and pick it up, both Robin and Steve following you to the front counter.

"Hello?"

"Hey, thank god I found you!" he sighs, relieved. "What the hell happened? I waited for you for like, half an hour and you didn't show up so I got worried because you're never late so I went looking for you but I couldn't find you anywhere," he rambles, like he does when he's nervous "so I- I went home and called your place but your aunt said you weren't there and I didn't know where else to call so I figured you were at work? Oh thank god you're there I was about to call the cops!"

"Yeah sorry about that, I was uh…" you look over at Robin and Steve, trying to come up with an excuse about why you didn't meet him like you'd planned earlier. "I- Robin! Robin had uh… band practice for the uh- tonight's the championship game so she asked me to fill in for her, sorry I forgot to tell you I was not gonna make it."

"But… wasn't that Robin who just picked up the phone?" he sounds confused. You look back and see Robin facepalming her forehead and Steve rubbing the bridge of his nose between his index and his thumb, shaking his head. Shit. You suck at lying. 

"Yes- yeah. She uh, she was at band practice but now she's here, she actually just got here. Yeah."

"Oh okay…" 

"Yeah, listen Eddie I gotta go now, talk to you later, bye!" you slam the phone back at the receiver, hanging up.

"Well, that went… well…?" Steve forces a smile.

"Sure!" Robin holds both of her thumbs up, also trying to look like she didn't think you just dealt with the situation in the worst way possible.

"Yeah sure. I'm gonna go home so I can cry in the bathroom now, I guess. Peace out." you said as you walked out the door. 

When you got home, you remembered you'd agreed to fill in as a sub for Lucas at Hellfire. Of course you did. Because you're just a stupid dumb piece of shit who couldn't pass any opportunity to follow Eddie around like a little puppy. So, you go looking for Dustin around the house to tell him you wouldn't make it to Hellfire, only to find out he's not home. You figured he's probably at Mike's, so you call the Wheelers'. 

"Hello?" Nancy picks up the phone after two rings.

"Nancy! Hey, is Dustin there? He's not home, I figured he'd be at your place with Mike?"

"Oh, hey! Yeah, they're upstairs, I'll go get him for you."

"Thanks Nance, I-" you got cut off by her screaming on the other end of the line.

"MIKE! PHONE FOR DUSTIN!" you hear her call. "So, you going to the game tonight? It's been a while since the last time we went out, we should do something after the game, I miss you!"

"Yeah, I miss you too!" you tell her. And you mean it. It's really been a while since the last time you two did something together. "I'm actually going to spend the night at Robin's tho. We can go to the movies tomorrow, maybe?"

"Sure! I can pick you up at 5, what do you think?"

"Sounds great, I'll see you then!"

"Great! Oh, here 's Dustin. See you at the game tonight!"

"See ya!"

"Hey, what do you mean you'll be at the game? Thought you were gonna come with us to Hellfire tonight" the other line now shifts to Dustin's voice.

"Yeah, about that, I'm not going anymore. Sorry."

"What? Why?"

"Something came up. Maybe you could ask Erica?"

"Erica? You know Eddie 's gonna lose his shit if I take her as a sub for Lucas."

"Yeah, I know, but it's her or nothing. Sorry, Dusty. I'll make it up to you okay? I promise."

"Fine. But you owe me one!"

"Big time, I know. Gotta go now, take care okay? See you after the game."

"Yeah, see ya." 

You felt bad about letting Dustin down. You really did. But you also knew you wouldn't last that much at Hellfire without crying, and that would be even worse.

After an hour or so of crying your eyes out, you decided to do your makeup. Even though you were feeling like absolute shit, you knew you couldn't look like absolute shit, and you usually get a boost of self esteem after getting your makeup done, and god knows you could use that right now. So, after spending half an hour doing your eyeliner on each eye, you changed into your jeans and your favorite little tank top, put on your old school black Vans, grabbed some random jacket that was hanging at the back of your chair and left to watch the game.

"Aunt Claudia?" you yelled from the front door, almost forgetting to tell her you were leaving.

"Yes honey?" she yelled back from her bedroom.

"I'm leaving to watch the championship game, probably will spend the night at Robin's, okay? You don't have to wait up for me." 

"Okay honey, have fun and be safe okay?" 

"Will do, see you tomorrow!" 

At the game, you sat right next to the band, Robin was right by your side and Steve was with his date a couple of rows back. You didn't really care for the game, you just needed to… not be alone. You and Robin had plans to go to her place after the game and watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show for the tenth time in the last few months so you could get Eddie out of your head. Before the game started, you watched as Chrissy and the other cheerleaders danced and jumped around the gym and couldn't help it when your eyes flooded up with tears again. As you tried to get yourself together, you felt Robin's hand on your shoulder.

"You okay?"

"Yeah just… fuck, I can't even hate her, she's the sweetest girl on the cheer squad."

Before Robin could say anything, everyone was standing up for the national anthem. And then you saw Tammy Thompson walking towards the mic to SING the national anthem. You held back laughter as you looked at Robin and then turned around to look at Steve, both of their jaws dropped.

"No way." Robin muttered, as she took turns looking at you, Tammy and Steve, not knowing exactly where to look at. As Tammy started to sing, you felt your eyes flood again, but this time, it was not because of Eddie or the thought of him with Chrissy, but because you were trying so hard not to laugh. She sounded exactly like a muppet.

"Oh my god I want to rip my ears out" you manage to let out without bursting into laughter.

"I told you. Muppet." you could see Steve mouthing over to Robin.

"Okay, she does sound like a muppet." Robin admits.

"Oh my god she does kinda sound like a muppet" you hear Vicky say in a low voice.

You watch as Robin and Vicky laugh at each other's jokes, until Robin lets her ADHD get the best out of her and starts talking faster than her brain's working. Even though she talks too fast sometimes, you think it's cute how she gets nervous around Vicky. They would make such a cute couple. 

After the game, you approach Lucas, giving him a tight hug. 

"That was absolutely crazy, Lucas! You just took the ball and threw it like it was nothing and then we were like 'oh god is he gonna score?' and then you DID i swear i don't think I'll ever understand how you did that so quickly, like you just-" Robin rambled, as she held her hands up, like she was tossing a basketball through the hoop. 

"That was insane, man. Really, you're a natural." Steve said like the proud mama he is to the kids. 

"Thanks guys. I-" Lucas started, but you heard someone call out to him.

"Hey Sinclair, you coming?"

"Yeah, I'll be right there!" he yelled back. "Look guys, I gotta go. But thank you so much for coming. It meant a lot to me."

The three of you smiled as he left to follow after whoever it was that called him. After a second, Robin turned to Steve.

"Hey, where's Heidi?"

"That's Brenda, Robin."

"Yeah, sure, sorry. Where's Brenda?"

"She uh…" he looked back at the crowd leaving the gym, like he was looking for someone. "She ditched me, okay? She left to talk to Tammy Thompson and then came back to tell me she was going to Tammy's to catch up or something like that."

"Ouch, ditched for Tammy Thompson?" Robin said, following Steve as he started to walk back to his car.

"Again?" you look over at Robin, the both of you laughing — not in a mean way, but playful, like the three of you always were.

"Ha ha, very funny." Steve bites back, sarcastic. "Any more jokes and the two of you are walking home."

As you walk over to Steve's car, you watch as Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire Club emerge from the drama club room, victorious. He waves at you, but you pretend you don't see it, turning over to Dustin, who's walking up to you.

"Hey, can I join you guys? Eddie said he's gotta go straight to his place tonight, so he can't drive me home."

"Steve's dropping us at Robin's, I'm spending the night out. But maybe Nancy can take you home?" 

"Oh, okay. Sure, I'll talk to Mike. See you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow. Night, Dusty!" you give him a hug and kiss the top of his head, watching as he runs off to catch up to Mike.

You turn around to Robin and Steve, puzzled look on your face. Eddie always takes Dustin home after Hellfire, why couldn't he take him home tonight?

You get in Steve's car and you exit the school's parking lot. You see Eddie's van a little ahead out the parking lot, where he always parks when he's doing a deal or up to something shady. As Steve drives past the van, you see Eddie holding the door open for Chrissy to hop in.

"What the fuck?" you say, maybe a little louder than you intended.

Steve and Robin turn to look at the direction your eyes were headed, also looking at Eddie as he closes the passenger door and Chrissy turns to reach for the seatbelt (and you think to yourself she probably won't find the seatbelt, because Eddie's van has no seatbelts).

"Oh shit." Robin mutters as she turns her head back to look at the van, now behind Steve's moving car.

"Hey uh…" Steve tries to get your attention. "don't- try not to think too much about it, it's probab-"

"I wanna go home." you cut him off.

"You sure?" Robin asks. "I already have the Rocky Horror VHS with me, we can watch Blade Runner too, I forgot to take it back to the store last week and I know you love it so maybe-"

"Please just-" you cut her off too. "I wanna go home. Please, take me home." you can feel your voice trembling and tears already running down your cheeks.

"Okay, it's okay." Steve talks in a soft voice, trying to calm you down. "We'll take you home."

The ride to your house is awkwardly silent, but you don't really care enough to be bothered by it. Your head hurts and your heart sinks to your stomach at the thought of Eddie taking Chrissy home. Not only because of your feelings for him (though, mostly because of it), but also because Chrissy is Jason's girlfriend. You know what Jason would do to Eddie if he finds out about this. It wouldn't be the first time Eddie gets beaten up by Jason and the rest of his party, and even though Eddie always came back laughing about his black eye, spitting blood and limping, you knew he'd spend the next few nights sleeping at the back of his van, so Wayne doesn't see him covered in bruises — so Wayne doesn't see him looking the same way he looked when his father dropped him off at the trailer and never came back to pick him up. You know he can take care of himself, you know he's strong enough to throw a punch or two, but  you couldn't stand the thought of him spending his days alone at the back of his van, not being able to see anyone because school was off. The whole situation made your heart ache.

As Steve pulls over in front of your house, you feel two pairs of eyes on you.

"You sure you'll be okay?" Robin asks, concerned.

"I'll be fine. I just need a little time, that's all. Thank you guys, for taking care of me. Sorry about the buzzkill. Get home safe, okay? I love you." you opened the door and climbed out of the car.

"We love you too. Call us if you need anything, yeah?" Steve says leaning over the car window.

"I will, I promise."

You open the door, hoping aunt Claudia was already asleep and that Dustin wasn't home yet. You tiptoe your way to your room and close the door, throwing yourself at the bed, not even bothering changing into your pajamas. Stuffing your face in your pillow, you cry yourself to sleep, hoping it was all a bad dream, but knowing it wasn't.

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

I really hope that Vickie gets her own story and character development in s5. I feel like the writers kind of set her up for failure by only introducing her in s4 and only showing her to us from Robin's perspective. I feel like they could've pretty easily introduced her in the end of s3 after we found out that Robin is a lesbian, and she could've even been the girl that Robin had been crushing on in class. That way, Vickie could've taken more of like an Argyle or Eddie type of role in s4 and we would've had time to get to know her and like her so that the stakes would be higher and we'd want to see her and Robin together more in s5.

Don't get me wrong, I love Robin and I'm excited to see her get a gf, and I'm sure I'll love Rovickie as a ship once we get to know more about Vickie, but for the time being I still prefer Ronance as a ship and I'm much more invested in seeing Mike and Will get together, just because there's been so much more buildup. I wish they'd set up Rovickie since s3 so that they'd actually be able to compete with the Byler hype.

[ronancecats]

My opinions on EVERY romantic stranger things ship (at least the ones I could think of, if I missed a ship you care about let me know and ill tell you what i think)

And of course, these are my OPINIONS and aren't that serious 🙏🙏 you can ship whatever the hell you want as long as it's not illegal.

I love making posts like these and sharing my opinions so please keep it respectful even if I don't like your ship, thank you :)

Mileven (Mike x Eleven): solid 8/10. I think they're cute in the 1st season and they have their moments, but their chemistry is definitely feeling more forced recently and I just don't see them working out.

Byler (Will x Mike): definitely a 10/10, it just makes sense. Byler proof is so thick and it's so obvious to anyone who actually cares to look. I'm not a hardcore shipper or anything but they're happening.

Willel (Will x Eleven): get this shit out of here bro, -10/10. Like Will is gay and they're practically siblings 😭

Wheelson (Dustin x Mike): there's nothing wrong with this ship, I just don't see it and I haven't seen enough content to base my opinion off of that so 0/10.

Wheelclair (Mike x Lucas): again, just don't see it and haven't seen enough content. So 0/10, however, I feel like their dynamic could be cute in both a romantic and platonic sense.

Byclair (Will x Lucas): I don't see it ever happening but oh my lord y'all the fan art and content for them is so cute so they get a solid 3/10 purely for the cuteness.

Byson (Will x Dustin): I've never seen any content for this. Like at all. I don't think anyone ships this. 0/10 only because I haven't seen anything to make me want to ship this.

Henclair (Lucas x Dustin): y'all... they're so cute. Here me out, the fics, the fan art, the dynamics, it's amazing. They get a 5/10.

Lumax (Lucas x Max): 10/10, angel babies, would die for them. I need them to have a happy ending and if they don't, I won't have a happy ending

Elmax (Eleven x Max): they're so stinking cute, 9/10. As much as I love lumax, I think the dynamics of this ship and just the thought of it is perfection.

Madwheeler (Max x Mike): eh...no. 0/10. They are like the same person and would kill each other in any other scenario. However, platonically? Yes please!

Henfield (Max x Dustin): 4/10. They have potential but they both have such better ships.

Duzie (Dustin x Suzie): 9/10. I am a SUCKER for nerd x nerd ships and I need them to have at least one scene together. Just one. Like please duffers, I need to see them just once.

Jancy (Jonathan x Nancy): 1000/10 YES YES YES YES. MY BABIES, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. PLEASE DUFFERS, MAKE UP ALL THAT FUCKERY IN S4 AND GIVE THEM A HAPPY ENDING!!

Stancy aka Stanky (Steve x Nancy): -10/10. I hate this ship so much. Nancy "I don't think my parents ever loved each other. My mom was younger and my dad was older with a cushy job and made good money. So they got married and bought a house at the end of a cul-de-sac and started their nuclear family" Wheeler would EVER settle down with 6 kids. Ever. There was 0 reason to bring back the love triangle. Let Steve move on and let Nancy be happy, Jesus 😭

Ronance (Nancy x Robin): 100/10. There's a reason this page is called ronancecats. I love them so much and even though they will never happen, it's fun to think about. Every piece of ronance fan art is gorgeous and the fics are everything to me. Plus, Natalia is like the president of the ronance shipping club. "All hail Natalia Dyer," we all say in unison.

Rockie/Rovickie (Robin x Vickie): 6/10. They're cute but they literally made Vickie an exact carbon copy of Robin and it's boring. I really hope they build on Vickie's character next season because they are boring and lack depth.

Stobin (Steve x Robin): absolutely not. Get out. -100000000/10. Robin. Is. A. Lesbian. She. Likes. Boobies. Not. Greasy. Men. They. Are. Platonic. Soulmates.

Steddie (Steve x Eddie): 4/10. Their fan art is cool and the dynamic I like, but I just can't get past it. I don't like them all that much.

Harringgrove (Steve x Billy): no thank you, no toxic ships here. 0/10.

Stonathan (Jonathan x Steve): hell yes. 9/10. I'm not even sure why but they are just perfect in my mind. The dynamics are there and the fan art is perfection, plus I just think the idea of them fighting over Nancy but then turning to each other is kinda cute.

Jargyle (Jonathan x Argyle) 8/10. I don't think about them much but whenever I do I love it. They're idiots but two idiots that are better together idk about y'all.

Neddie (Nancy x Eddie): Eddie can NOT handle all that (but I can) 0/10.

Reddie (Robin x Eddie): 0/10. Both these bitches are gay so get out.

Hellcheer (Eddie x Chrissy): gives me the ick. I'm not ever sure why but they do and all their scenes just feel like there's no romantic undertones, at least to me. So 2/10.

Buckingham (Chrissy x Robin): this is what I'm talking about. A popular cheerleader having an existential crisis when she realizes she's a lesbian and not only that but realizes she's in love with the social outcast? Hell yes. 9/10. Give it to me.

Bancy (Nancy x Barb): 6/10. They are tragic.

Jopper (Joyce x Hopper): 10/10. My parents fr, they raised me. Everything about them makes me happy and I love them.

Boyce (Bob x Joyce): 7/10. Cuties and it's so obvious Bob cared about her and the kids. Jopper will forever be better but I can't ignore their cuteness.

Jaren (Joyce x Karen): okay y'all, hear me out...8/10. I love the idea of this so much and every single fic I've read is so well written and incredible. Lesbian Karen Wheeler truthers unite.

Murlexi (Murray x Alexi) 7/10. I like the idea of them and I will support any content I see of them even though I'm not a hardcore shipper.

Murray x Joyce (what are they called?): 0/10. Nope, nope, nope on a rope.

Okay, anyway y'all those are my opinions on a bunch of stranger things ships that I've seen. Please be respectful even if you don't agree, these are literally opinions about a FICTIONAL show and FICTIONAL relationships with FICTIONAL characters and aren't that deep.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie and Chrissy realized they both had a crush on Steve Harrington at some point. Maybe one day they're hanging upside down with their heads hanging off the edge of his bed when they're talking about Steve, and they make the realization. Eddie fell off the bed in shock while Chrissy giggled at the sight of his ass in the air. They discussed it at great length, and they both came to the decision to flirt with him to see where he's at, to see if he's willing to date both of them.

"We need a plan!" Eddie declared and scrambled to get a notebook out of his closet.

"Eddie, baby, why do you have a floor plan of Family Video?" Chrissy asked in amusement.

"That's not important right now. Anyway, I was thinking that if you distract Robin, I can lead Steve into the backroom, and then when I give the signal, you follow us. Hm, but wait, we still have to have someone to continue to distract Robin. Ooh, bring your cousin!" Eddie exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"I think maybe Robin's going to regret telling us about her crush on Vickie," Chrissy said.

"Ugh, they need to get together already," Eddie said, shaking his head . "So, what do you think?"

"I don't see how anything can go wrong with this foolproof plan of yours," Chrissy said.

"Great! Neither do I!" Eddie exclaimed.

A few days later. . .

"I still don't understand why you guys want me to tag along on your date," Vickie said as they walked into Family Video.

"It's not a date. It's a hangout," Chrissy replied.

"Look, Vickie! Robin!" Eddie grinned and gave her a gentle nudge. "That's a lovely shade of blue that she's wearing, isn't? Really brings out her eyes!"

"Eddie!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"No, he's right," Vickie sighed. "I'm going to talk to her. You guys do whatever you really need to do."

Steve was working behind the counter when they approached. Eddie and Chrissy walked behind the counter.

"Hey, guys, you aren't supposed to be back here," Steve frowned. "Not that it's not great to see you guys."

Eddie grinned before placing an arm around his shoulder and started dragging him towards the back. Chrissy quickly followed them into the break room. Steve opened his mouth to say something when Eddie pulled him onto the couch.

"Shh, just let this happen," Eddie said.

"Eddie, I think you're freaking him out," Chrissy said, giggling, as she sat on Steve’s other side. "It's okay, Steve."

She started to gently caress his arm.

"Not freaked out," Steve said, blushing. "Just curious about what's going on."

"Oh, we just wanted to talk," Eddie said.

"Catch up, see how you're doing," Chrissy said as her fingers trailed down his arm and down to his hand.

"A little birdie told me that you struck out again and that you're thinking about giving up on dating," Eddie said.

"It would be a shame for a great guy like you who deserves it to give up on finding love," Chrissy said as she played with his hands. "You have nice hands, Steve. Nice and big."

"He's got big feet too," Eddie said, grinning. "You know what means?"

"Wait. . .are you guys flirting with me?" Steve asked.

"Is that okay?" Chrissy asked as she placed his hand on her knee.

"Uh, yeah, just give me a minute and let me figure out how to flirt with two people at the same time," Steve said, swallowing thickly.

"You could start off by telling us what you like about us," Eddie said.

"Well, I like how good you are with the kids, both of you, and I like the way you play guitar. You, uh, seem really good with your hands," Steve said.

"Oh, he's definitely good with his hands," Chrissy said as she placed a kiss against Steve’s neck. "His tongue too."

"And Chrissy, I like the way you move. It's like magic. . . The way you dance like no one's watching," Steve said softly. "I like you both. I like being between you, but I don't want to get in between you, you know?"

"What are you saying, big boy?" Eddie asked as he rubbed gentle circles into his chest.

"I think I want to be with both of you," Steve said, looking down at his hands.

Chrissy cupped his chin and forced him to look at her.

"We want to be with you too, Steve," Chrissy said softly.

"Yeah?" Steve asked, giving her a crooked smile.

"Yeah."

Chrissy leaned in and kissed him, smiling against his lips. Steve froze for a moment before responding to the kiss, kissing her back eagerly. She was soft and sweet, but she was also a lip biter, not that he was complaining. Steve was pulled from the kiss by Eddie, who grabbed a fistful of his hair and tilted his head back. Eddie pressed a hard kiss to his mouth, and Steve groaned as Eddie's fingers curled deeper into his hair. Chrissy's kiss had started off sweet and ended up a little rough while Eddie was the opposite. Eddie broke the kiss, his other hand pressed gently against his throat. Steve couldn't think, not at all. Shit. Where was he? He was doing something today, something important. Oh, well. He stopped thinking as soon as Eddie and Chrissy moved their lips to his throat while they used their hands to caress the inside of his thighs. Shit, were they trying to make him hard at work? Oh, work.

"Shit!" Steve cursed as he jumped up off the couch. "Did you leave Robin alone out there with Vickie?"

"Yeah," Chrissy giggled.

"So, basically, no one is running the store?" Steve asked.

"Hey, Stevie?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah?"

Steve turned to him. His hair was sticking up, his lips were swollen, and his neck was all marked up red.

"You look beautiful," Eddie said with a sigh.

Steve grinned and kissed him before doing the the same with Chrissy. They giggled and followed him out of the back room. Robin was leaning against the counter, chatting up Vickie. She looked over at her best friend. With a raised eyebrow, she looked him up and down.

"You look like a whore," Robin said affectionately.

[ronanceautistic]

in your opinion how would ronance get together

Honestly I haven't really thought about it much. I do enjoy the idea of the 'Robin fell first, Nancy fell harder' thing, where Robin has been developing a crush on Nancy since S4, but she believes it's wrong or stupid so she tries to forget about it. Meanwhile she discovers Vickie likes girls and she's like 'perfect! I like Vickie! Vickie likes me! This will work." And she's getting increasingly more frustrated at herself for not feeling the things she should be feeling because this is supposed to be a perfect match, right? And getting frustrated at herself for actually feeling them when she's hanging out with Nancy.

Meanwhile, Nancy is so deeply blissfully unaware of her growing crush on Robin because she's never had a female friend other than Barb (whom she was deeply in love with, too) so she's like yes! These feelings are so normal. And then maybe one day she goes to Family Video, and the counter is empty, but she can see Robin in the back through the crack in doorway and then she sees Robin kissing Vickie and when I say Nancy fell hard I mean she fell hard. Like this complete wave of jealousy overcomes her and at first she doesn't understand why but she feels so much deep rage that she just books it out of Family Video. And Robin catches a glimpse of her running away and is like shit I just outed myself to Nancy. And Nancy is at home pacing around her room realising the reason she feels so upset seeing Robin and Vickie kiss is because Robin should be kissing her! And Robin is pacing around her room thinking that her best friend is a total homophobe.

Anyways Nancy starts avoiding Robin like the plague because she does not want to be thinking about these feelings right now, that's a problem for later. But Robin thinks Nancy is avoiding her because Nancy hates her, and then final Robin confronts her and is like you know what? I don't care that you're a bigot, you can go fuck yourself. And Nancy is like ?!?!?! and then she's forced to be like no actually I'm not avoiding you because I hate that you're gay I'm avoiding you because I'm gay and deeply in love with you and I can't stand to watch you be all happy with Vickie. And Robin's like... oh, and the feelings for Nancy all come flooding back and then they kiss many times on the lips.

But no I haven't really thought about it that much.

[fountainpenguin]

Rewatching A New Wish - "Stanky Danky" & "Peace of Pizza"

SDLKFJSDKLFJS, I missed that the news channel refers to Dale as "Billionaire non-philanthropist."

I missed that Hazel actually did wish "people would stop being trash monsters," but Cosmo and Wanda only heard "I wish trash monster"... In my memories, she had a nightmare about a monster that they wished to life. This is funnier because I can't really blame Cosmo and Wanda for granting that.

I like when Danky opens his lid one eyeball at a time. Also ?? his elbow pads?? He's a living dumpster and he wears elbow pads... He's safe...

Also, I've watched Dale's presentation a bunch of times because I think it's silly when he hops backwards, or kneels to talk to someone (This is what I was watching again today when I decided to take more notes).

He has some REALLY fun body language, including finger guns. I like his big-armed gestures. He really puts on a show and I think that's hilarious since he doesn't love being in front of people. But I don't know what I expected considering that he likes to dance when he's by himself.

I like that his logo here is a combination of the D for his name and two stripes like a dollar sign... which is interesting, because the logo people have on their phones is a D-squared for his alliterative name.

We do know he's advertising Dimmazon "in partnership with Dimmadome Global," so they're probably separate logos.

And I enjoy his baby talk and finger guns when he's talking to Danky later. I think I already commented this in my first-watch liveblog, but I like how Dale lures Danky in with a dog toy?? It's a squeaky bone. I have a hard time imagining this man going to the pet store, but ??

I missed the fact that he brought TWO single-use helicopters to the park... something is very wrong with him...

As much as I joke about Dale's extreme amounts of trauma, I hope he talks to Vicky like this-

- when they finally cross paths again so we can see where that gets him.

On the one hand, I think it would be hilarious if he had a complete mental breakdown because he's extremely messed up. On the other... Now that he's an adult, can he TALK to her like that??

Assuming he didn't panic when he saw her again, I feel like this is the natural direction for his character: smug and rubbing his success in her face.

I have to assume she'd wreck him since she yelled in "Operation: Birthday Takeback" about her dislike for him (That he was lazy, but went on to be rich and successful and never gave her a cut). She's unhesitatingly mean to Crocker because she doesn't have to keep up appearances around him...

But it would be funny. Against all odds, Dale is not an easily frightened man. He works hard, plunges into the unknowns with his wild risk-taking, and he's the smuggest boy... but he also has meltdowns on the floor when he loses money. I like that.

- Huh. I wonder if Timmy would've grown up to be a lot like Dale if he didn't have Cosmo and Wanda. I mean, Vicky pushed him around too. - I was gonna make a joke about how I think Dale should be as obsessive over Timmy as he is Hazel, but... It IS Dale who got himself out of his torment, not Timmy, so I guess not.

??? Tina's running every position at the news studio.

SKLDFJSLDFJSD, wait, Dale has a lemon slice, but he specifically has PINK lemonade, which he probably did not have to make considering Vicky never sold any in "Nectar of Odds"....... oh my gosh.

?? That might be another drink, but even if it is, I'm pretty sure that's a lemon?

Dale drinking lemonade despite banning Dev from drinking lemonade is the biggest "Rules for thee, but not for me" plot twist of all time... Oh I HATE HIM /affectionate.

oh my gosh, wait...

It's a LIME.

??? Somehow that is exponentially funnier. Tell us how you really feel.

His drink is very possibly a Paloma cocktail, made from grapefruit, lime juice, and tequila (No lemonade required, can be pink, and isn't weird to drink with ice cubes).

I like how both Dale and Dev like to slam dunk trash... even in different episodes... They are Related and live in the Same House...

I don't think I've said it yet, but I appreciate how the Dimmadome tower seems to reach impossibly high into the sky for no reason, considering Dale's statue seems to be the only thing inside it and the statue isn't that tall. It's a brilliant parallel of Doug's hat.

I particularly think it's funny when you see it on maps or in the distance of some scenes. It's just... there.

Geez. Say what you will about Dale, but he's a very hard worker who pulls things together INCREDIBLY fast. I mean... logically, I know him being a super hard worker who gets sucked into projects is his whole thing and that's why he's not there for Dev, but... ?? Holy one-man PR and marketing team running around this episode, Catman.

Lastly... apparently Dale likes to take over Dev's lounge when he's looking at profit charts, because that's where he's sitting when he has a meltdown about his stock dropping 5 million dollars... I mean, I guess it's both of their lounge, but you get me. And here's his thinking expression because it's funny:

Every time I watch a Dale episode, he gives me huge "Fandom's special boy" energy and I don't look forward to leaving my spoiler-free zone and possibly finding out that is Not True... skldfj. Look at him. He clicks his finger guns and slam dunks and he's getting by on fragments of his soul. We get him for free.

Notes from "Peace of Pizza" I thought of when I went to fetch Dev's trash scene

This vampire at Versaille:

Strat and Oppy change expressions during flashbacks, but Closer's the same... I don't know what I expected.

So ?? I keep going back to this scene because... I swear that's the April Fool, Flappy Bob, and the Sandman... Maybe not Flappy, but the only other clowns I can think of are his parents and Bobo, and none of them fit this either and Flappy already had a cameo in "1500 Minutes of Fame," so they're very aware of him. I'm gonna check.

That's such an interesting choice of characters to use as models?? I don't have anything to say about it.

Hazel specifically wished for Dev to have "extra milk he could share" for kindness day. He ends up with two (Cosmo and Wanda), but he didn't even have one milk carton on his tray because he's lactose intolerant, so... he didn't pick one up to begin with.

And we KNOW that, because he's on the way to the trash can when people stop him to talk. Also, during the close-up you can see he didn't eat his broccoli or carrots and I think that's funny.

?? So, in my 'fic worldbuilding, people generally go along with wishes if they're affected by them unless something REALLY tips them off that something's completely wrong. I like the implication that Dev instantly went on guard because he was confused as to how he suddenly had milk.

Oppy only pretends to be sad when Dev turns to look at him... He is the Optimism Captain to his core...

Strat is once again putting his hand on Oppy's shoulder... they are brothers... he loves him...

why were they even allowed to run around the school and bother children... why was no one supervising the billionaire's kid and questioning the intentions of these mysterious adults hovering around him...

Stackable:

It is their natural state of being... Also, from a budget standpoint, identical triplets whose distinguishing feature is their eyes & who are based on peas so they're simple to design was a brilliant Season 1 move. I hope we see them again someday, though I'm completely fine with them being very rare appearances.

?? Hazel has Class 104 after Guzman's class ("Multiverse of Jenkins") and Dev has it after lunch, is that what I'm getting here?

That is a different design than the other Room 104... oh :'D I guess they only have the one sign model.

Y'know........ that WOULD be weird if Flappy was at that treaty in the flashback. That doesn't seem likely... but it stresses me out that the Pe-Az have a magical briefcase that can hold large items without harming them...

... because Flappy's briefcase ALSO does that. He keeps his clown stuff, dioramas, and employees in there. It's the world's worst conspiracy... The intergalactic diplomats, friends of the Pixies who are all about paperwork and neutrality and raised Flappy... I'm connecting the dots...

omg, do you think the Pe-Az are the reason Fairies and Anti-Fairies decide who gets the godkids with an annual bake-off? They do like their treats. That WOULD be fun to work with in my war & truce 'fics. Oppy: Everyone loves cake and brownies! Strat: Brother, the Fairy King literally just lost his castle and son. Isn't celebrating with treats a bit insensitive? Oppy: Listen, I have one job in this team and I'm going to do it. Their ancestors, anyway.

I don't think I said this in my first watch, but I really like Closer. He's fantastic. Shows up, selectively mute because he's saving his voice for when he needs to throw tantrums and asking the same question repeatedly to bug people, super thoughtful and well-prepared, considered the best at what he does, gets meme'd on by a 9-year-old iPad kid and loses everything. Flawless character.

He's one of my favorites in all New Wish. They all are; I love their dorky shorts and brotherhood.

I really like how Closer insists he'll be done with negotiations in "30 minutes or less" because his whole thing is pizza. But Dev broke this man in like, 20 seconds:

BROKEN HEART!!!

Also, Strat... <3 He's such a ping-pong ball of a person.

For some reason, it's funny to me their language is themed around arrows. That's brilliantly clever for a negotiating species; it kind of reminds me of how the Yugopotamian language is in swirls patterned after their exposed brains.

Also, Some Three Guys having the ability to simply "turn pizza off" for the entire world is such an insane plot set-up and I think they played it perfectly.

Oppy kicking up his leg & Closer's expressions:

Extremely funny to me that when I heard "pea pod aliens," I went on immediate defensive expecting "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" vibes, but they're just cute little guys who like treats and bribery. why do they dress Like That... The suits and ties, the teeny shorts, the white socks pulled high above black shoes... did they get picked on in school?

??? They're just one-offs, but they have so much character and they all have unique body language and speech patterns... love that for them. I want to write something for them. I have no clue what, but I think they deserve to be children negotiating on the playground or looking after one another.

Strat and Oppy I think I can get their vibe as children - the planner and the enthusiastic one - but little kid Closer would be interesting.

What's a good thing to negotiate over when you're a kid... Were they kiddos who made graphs and presentations while arguing over which TV channel to watch or who would bathe first, y'think?

I think "baby Pe-Az in the bathtub" is exactly the type of content people follow me for.

Wanda's face here cracks me up...

... and shout-out for Dev getting instantly weirded out with stranger danger when Cosmo pats him.

I love how when the O-pairs pick the Pe-Az up by their heads and put them down again, Closer's dizzy and he sways back and forth even though his brothers are fine... lmao. I guess people don't usually mess with him?

Also, when Dev switches from playing around to serious talk, all three Pe-Az instantly put their folded hands on the table. They are ready for a Meeting...

That is all.